{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"0e51a3db-0e3c-4e61-8b40-25bbeb1860ee","seriesId":"25c37686-3d44-4d03-ab8e-ee83a999477f","seriesName":"The Little Princess","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-08-20T14:51:58.941Z","title":"The Little Princess Part 4","slug":"the-little-princess-part-4","shortId":"KXxegGnY","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Julie was nice everything about her was nice but Julie had been a slut and now she was paying for it.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"56be11aa-8162-41ba-8f92-d2abbf27d3db","title":null,"summary":"Part Four.\n\nAs she left her house to\ntake her daughters to school and then to work the Little Prince","wordCount":3489,"readTime":17,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Part Four.

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As she left her house to\ntake her daughters to school and then to work the Little Princess was stopped\nas she reversed off the drive of her nice little house. It was a company van\ndriven by the same engineer that had installed the security system who greeted\nher with a smile. “Mr Whitehall wants some improvements made to your system Mrs\nKane it will take us a few hours but you can leave us here and we will lock up\nand bring you the keys when we are through.” \nHesitantly she handed him the key telling him not to make a mess and\ncarried on her journey.

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Toby Whitehall arrived at\nthe office at ten and went straight to his office calling her in almost\nstraight away. “Julie” he told her “I want you to call on all the heads of\ndepartments including the Works Manager and tell them I want all the staff\nregardless of what they are doing to be assembled in the whorehouse at 3 PM.\nThen I want you to ring anybody who is on the late shift and get them in here\nas well, when that is done come back to me, OK.”

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It took an hour to do as\ninstructed it would have been less but she was being asked questions she didn’t\nknow the answer to finding who was on the late shift wasn’t easy either but\nsomehow she managed it and was back in Toby Whitehall’s office just before\nnoon.

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Looking up at her from\nbehind his desk he gestured for her to stand in front of his desk and again\nwithout speaking with a flick of his hand for her to lift her skirt. Complying\nand with her legs the customary shoulder width apart she bunched up the skirt\nof the dress she was wearing and lifted it up to display herself eyes cast to\nthe floor as she did so. “That dress is\ntoo long either don’t wear it again or have it shortened take six inches off\nit. I want you to go shopping (handing her an envelope) buy a shorter skirt\nleather if you can find one and a see-through blouse and either get some\nholds-ups or buy some stockings and suspenders and be back her wearing them no\nlater than 2.15, OK?” again she nodded her understanding and left his office.

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The Little Princess was a\nsize 6 and she was not finding it easy to get a short leather skirt in her size\nthe blouse was not difficult other than the fact she had to buy a size 8. Then\nit hit her the children’s department and her instinct proved right she didn’t\nfind a leather skirt but she did find a leather look sized for a 14 year-old it\nwas really short but it fitted the Little Princess. Then back to the ground\nfloor a pair of black hold-ups and off to work to change. At 2.15 the newly\nattired PA walked back into Toby Whitehall’s office as she was told to wearing\na child’s skirt barely long enough to cover her stocking tops and a white\nblouse that was so transparent her small breasts and tiny nipples could be seen\nif you chose to look for them.

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Glancing up once more from\nbehind his desk he again gestured for her to stand in front of his desk\nfollowed by the now familiar hand gesture she raised her skirt this time with a\ncertain amount of difficulty due to the fact it was sized for a teenager. Toby\nWhitehall got up from behind his desk walked behind her and after feeling her\nbreasts through the white blouse then he put his hand on her back and pushed\nher forward. Resting her forearms on the desk she clapped her hands tightly\ntogether in trepidation of what was about to happen. Would he fuck her, bugger\nher or beat her or all three?

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The tell tale sound of his\nzip being brought down told her that at the least it was going to be one of the\ntwo first choices. She was wrong it was going to be both first her favourite\nhole now referred to as her “twat” no foreplay no words just the familiar\nkicking of her legs further apart and his fingers opening her up and his not\nunimpressive cock. First in her twat then her arse the latter just too soon for\nher liking until he gripped her hips pulling her towards him pushing his cock\ndeeper in to her as he came inside her. The only word he spoke to her was\n“Leave” as he zipped himself up, it was the only thing he’d said to her pulling\nthe skirt back down she did taking herself off to the toilets to wipe his cum\nfrom herself and the back of her skirt.

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At 3PM she was stood next\nto Toby Whitehall on the walkway around the large warehouse the metal rails was\nall that stood between the people on the upper level and falling over. It\ndidn’t however; stop the people on the ground floor looking up the Little\nPrincess skirt trying in vain as she was aware of the fact and stood behind\nToby Whitehall just in case. The Chairman and CEO stood at the rail asking for quiet\nwhich he got. The work force listened intensely as Toby Whitehall told them\nthat times had changed and that technology had also changed and several rival\ncompanies had fallen by the wayside. The people listening to him expected to\nhear that theirs was going to be one of those companies.

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You could have heard a pin\ndrop until Toby Whitehall announced that their company was moving forward and\nthat they had just bought their largest rivals who had just gone into\nliquidation. This meant that their workload had doubled overnight and that the\nbuilding they were standing in was just too small as was the work force. To\nthat there was a simple answer first of all the company would have built a\nlarger factory on land opposite the currant and then with more recruits go on\nand on to better things. A massive cheer went around the building which got\neven louder when Toby Whitehall announced that each employee would get a full\nmonths wages as a bonus and with that he pushed the Little Princess forward\ngiving the men below a great view of what was or wasn’t under her skirt, she\nblushed as she realised what they could see, not sure if she liked that or not\none way or another she didn’t move.

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After feeding her\ndaughters the Little Princess sat watching TV in her dressing gown being\ncareful to change out of her leather-look skirt and blouse. On the way home\nfrom work she’d taken the cotton dress she’d been wearing to be shortened and\nwould collect it at the weekend. As she sat and watched the TV she was hoping\nthat Dan would ring her, he didn’t and so she sent him a text message to which\nhe failed to reply. In the end she rang him only to get no response feeling\ndisappointed she took herself off to bed telling herself that she was too tired\nto be bothered with Dan.

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Laying awake in the\nbedroom she discovered she was more tired than she thought. In a semi sleep\nhalf way between awake and asleep the Little Princess was brought back to awake\nwhen her phone made the irritating little sound it did when she received a text\nmessage. Irritated thinking it was Dan she decided to ignore her husband only\nfor the phone to ring now very annoyed she answered it without looking at the\nnumber calling her. If she had she’d have seen it was Toby Whitehall and not\nDan Kane her nice husband. “Why did you not answer my message?” after\nexplaining she thought it would be her husband the tone of his voice changed to\na less aggressive tone. “Get out from under that duvet and go to your wardrobe there’s\na little gift in the bottom of it for you put the phone on speaker.”

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Doing as she was told it\nsuddenly dawned on her that he was able to see her as he’d been able to the\nnight before. At the same time it also occurred to her that she was wearing a\nfive year-old faded pink nylon nightie once again she found herself not knowing\nif that was good thing or a back one. In the bottom of her wardrobe she found a\nbox opening it she found a black plastic vibrator with a gold tip which\naccounted for 50% of its foot long length. As she looked at her new toy she\nnoticed another little something at the bottom of the box, it was a data stick\nshe picked it up and stood up and faced the corner of the room she knew the\ncamera was placed and without being told removed the nightie and stood there\nnaked head bowed vibrator in hand.

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Toby Whitehall’s spoke a\nsingle word to her “perform” and with that she got onto the bed as she’d done\nthe night before spread her legs raised her knees opened them giving the camera\na first rate view of her twat a word she hated but now had to use. When she\nintroduced the gold tip of the vibrator to her outer lips they were already wet\nalthough a lot smaller than the huge rubber dildo, still in her bedside cabinet\nit was still more than life sized however; her state of arousal helped\nlubricate her and it eased inside her. Her “performance” lasted three-quarters\nof an hour and having found that if you turned it a at the “blunt end” it\nsprang into life. Not once or twice the Little Princess came biting her lip not\nto wake her sleeping daughters. “I am glad to say that the improvements I made\nto your security system has much improved view get some sleep you have a busy\nday tomorrow be in my office at 8 AM wear your hair in a ponytail.”

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Telling her daughters they\nhad to make their own way to school she got to the office at 7.45 went straight\nto the ladies and changed into one of her oldest daughters skirts and shock\nhorror it fitted and as she was taller than her Mother on the Little Princess\nit wasn’t as short as it was on the schoolgirl. At 8 AM hair in a ponytail and just\nwearing shoes, a short skirt and silk blouse she’d bought as a Christmas\npresent for her own mother but as it was semi-transparent she thought she’d\nkeep it, the Little Princess was stood eyes cast down feet shoulder width apart\nat Toby Whitehall’s desk, how in a short period of time things had changed.

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Toby Whitehall walked into\nhis office at 9 AM finding her stood there as in some state of peace the truth\nwas that she was tired having not slept for two nights running. As the door\nslammed it woke her from her state of tranquillity to one of alarm as she\nrealised he wasn’t alone. “Bend over the desk” Toby Whitehall ordered her and\nwith just the slightest hesitation she did as she’d had done the afternoon\nbefore. “Did you bring the memory stick with you slut” as he asked this he was\nlifting her skirt up around her waist, she answered him “Yes Sir it’s in my\nbag.” With a clear suggestion of irritation he snapped at her “Well go and get\nit slut.” As she left the desk she glanced at the other man in the room he was\nmuch, much older she didn’t know him that was about to change.

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On returning to the office\nshe handed to stick to Toby Whitehall who walked to his desk put the stick into\nhis PC and turned the monitor so she and his guest could see it then after a\ncouple more clicks of the mouse she was watching “her website” or the\nthreatened site. Once again she was commanded to “bend” and once more she\ncomplied putting her face just two feet away from the monitor. On it she could\nsee herself performing with the large rubber dildo and hear herself confessing\nto being a slut her face distorted as she reach her orgasm. She looked in horror\nas she saw herself stood next Toby Whitehall on the warehouse walkway her\nstocking tops and shaven twat clearly visible.

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As she watched herself she\nglanced briefly at Toby Whitehall who was sat in his leather chair eyes fixed\non her face he didn’t blink and she looked down only for him to bark at her\n“Watch the monitor slut.” Feeling confused and vulnerable she watched herself\nbeing buggered by Toby Whitehall the changes in what she was wearing told her\nshe’d been filmed several times. Then she was aware that the other man in the\nroom who she momentarily forgotten was stood behind her she instinctively\nglanced behind one again her employer shouted at her to “Watch the monitor\nslut.”

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Just as Toby Whitehall was\nin the habit of doing whoever this man was kicked her feet wider apart then just\nas the man she now addressed as “Sir” did he lifted her skirt up over her waist\nand her years told her he’d unzipped himself. Feeling for her twat with one\nhand and with a grunt he pushed himself into her no finesse at all and for the\nfirst time he spoke. “You like that don’t you slut?” she didn’t know if she\nliked it or not and so confused she didn’t answer, which was a mistake. She\ndidn’t know what was the more shocking the pain or the sound it made when her\nslapped her right buttock and he slapped it hard. Again he demanded of her this\ntime louder and more aggressively “You like that don’t you slut?” this time she\nknew she had to answer but just as she was about to tell him no she didn’t, he\nslapped her again this time even harder. “You like that don’t you slut?” this\ntime she quickly answered “Yes Sir, Yes Sir.”

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The man impaled inside her\nbanged his cock hard into her demanding of her “You’re a slut aren’t you”\ngasping for breath she nodded her head confirming to him what she was and just\nabout managed to say “Yes Sir” before the third slap arrived even harder and\nlouder than the first two. His hand moved one to the space between her\nshoulders and the other gripping her ponytail wrapping around his hand he made\na fist and pulled it back bringing her head up to the monitor and the camera\nbuilt into it.

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“Say it slut tell me what\nyou are, tell me what a slut you are say it bitch” and say it she did “I’m a\nslut Sir, I’m a slut Sir” as he fucked her harder he didn’t have to ask her to\nsay a word because yes she did like it. She liked to cock fucking her she liked\nthe hair pulling and her body betrayed her as she knew her orgasm was starting\nto build. “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir, fuck me “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut\nSir I love it fuck me Sir I’m a slut, fuck me please I’m a slut.”

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Then as suddenly as it\nstarted it stopped and at first she thought he’d cum again she was wrong.\nStepping back from her still holding her ponytail he spat on the crack of her\narse not once but three times then using his cock he guided the spit down to\nher arse hole ordering her to “Spread those are cheeks you fucking slut, now.” With\nhim stopping her from falling forward she was able to reach her buttocks and\npull them open. “You want it up your arse don’t you slut?” he demanded she\ndidn’t she wanted it back in her twat but her backside still stung so she told\nhim “Yes Sir I want tit in my arse Sir.” Up her arse it duly went but not\nwithout a struggle she was tight my god was she tight and even with her cheeks\nspread it was difficult for him.

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“Fucking hell this is the\ntightest arse my cocks ever got inside fucking hell you said this slut was\ntight but shit man.” Slowly and painfully for her he began to fuck her and as\nhis rhythm increased so did the Little Princess’s pain and the sounds she was\nmaking showed just that. For the first time since she started to get fucked Toby\nWhitehall spoke just on word but to both of them “Monitor” and with a jerk of\nher ponytail the man now ramming into arse brought her head up once more and\nshe saw herself back her face contorted as she was fucked.

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Whoever this man was he\nwasn’t interested him her sexual satisfaction only his own and her pain from\nhis cock only increased his pleasure. “Slut” he shouted at her “you’re a\nfucking slut say it bitch. Through the pain and gasping for breath she managed\nto get out the words. “I’m a fucking slut Sir” just before his hand once more\nslapped down on her left cheeks making her involuntarily move to avoid a fifth\nhard slap. This only managed to anger him even more and pulling at her hair he\nslapped her twice more each harder than the last. “Say it and keep saying it\nuntil I cum you useless fucking slut stop and I will punish you got it?” Tears\nnow forming in her eyes the Little Princess began to say the words he wanted to\nhear anything not to be hurt like that again and over and over she told him\n“I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a\nfucking slut Sir.”

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He didn’t hot her again\nand he didn’t cum for some time either his energy fortified by Viagra the\nlittle blue tablet. What did give up on his was his stamina and no matter what\nshe said or did he could not cum but he did stop releasing her hair from his\ngrip. Too exhausted to move the Little Princess stayed in position panting for\nbreath. Toby Whitehall moved behind her and slipped his own cock into her twat\ngripping her by the hips as he did. Ten minutes later she was on her knees\ncleaning both their cocks in her moth first one then the other. The so far\nunnamed man dragged her to her feet once again took hold of her ponytail drew\nher head back and slapped her hard across the face and spat straight in her\nmouth and over her face, “Thank me you fucking slut.” Stopping herself from\nreaching up and wiping her face she managed to speak the words “Thank you Sir.”\nIt was 11.30 Am.

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As he escorted his guest\nout of the office Toby Whitehall turned to her and instructed her to “Bend” and\nexhausted and sore as she was she got back into the position staring at the\nmonitor and seeing her own face looking back at her distorted as some man she\ndidn’t know and who had never met buggered her as she screamed at him that she\nwas in fact a slut. The slut in the monitor had tears running down her face as\ndid the same slut who was bent over watching it.

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On his return Toby\nWhitehall told her to “Take off that blouse and your shoes slut” she complied\nstanding eyes cast down now totally naked. “You wiped the spit off your face?”\nshe had done and told him “Yes Sir.” He clearly wasn’t happy “In future you\nslut if that happens or people cum on you, you will not wipe anything until you\nare told to do you understand cum spit or anything else slut do you understand?”\nShe had in front of her a clear indication of the consequences of not\nunderstanding as the monitor showed her still being buggered by the stranger.\n“Yes Sir I understand, sorry Sir it won’t happen again.”

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Toby Whitehall ran his\nhands over every inch of her ordering her to stand legs apart head straight and\nwith her hands on the back of her head telling that if given the command to\n“stand” this was the way to comply to which she told him “Yes Sir.” Her face\nand buttocks bore the hand prints left by the slap she’d received she was sore,\nhad a headache and her make-up was ruined from the tears. Pinching each of her\nnipples one after the other he wanted to know her cup size and on hearing she\nwas an “A” cup he wasn’t too impressed. “I am going to have to do something\nabout that” he told her “maybe implants or perhaps have the nipples pierced what\ndo you think about that slut?”

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She didn’t think about it\nat all as it was hard to take it all in as she thought the business man\nfingered her twat. “I think I will be lucky” she told him “if my husband\ndoesn’t see the marks on my face and backside I’m sure he’d notice bigger tits\nor piercings.” As she spoke she totted as he now had three fingers inside her.\n“Kneel” he command and she got on her knees and took out his now cock and took\nhim as he expected in her mouth. “I don’t think you will have any marks by the\nweekend and don’t worry about the tits whatever I decide I will make him think\nit was his idea and anyway he’s a little busy right now.” The as she worked on\nhis cock once again she had her hair gripped and pulled until he pulled out of\nher mouth and came on her face, leaving her naked and on her knees he went back\nbehind his desk and started work. An hour later she was told to “bend” and as\nbefore she bent over the impressive desk. “I want you to go home, shower and\nleave the shower door and curtains open. Do something about your make-up and be\nhack her for 2.30 you have another guest to entertain” adding “Put some\nstockings on and don’t be late slut.”

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