The Window Worker

Part 1

Hannah Reynolds had worked for Tanaka since leaving university. Her combined honours degree in business and Japanese had served to start her on the career ladder with the large Japanese conglomerate. She had been interested in the East since she was a little girl, getting her first taste of oriental culture from television shows like Monkey or the Water Margin. Classic Japanese films like Godzilla had been very entertaining. You knew that it was a man in a suit stomping all over a model city, but she was prepared to believe the illusion for the sake of entertainment. Then, while at college she had discovered Manga and she had re-considered everything that she knew about the Japanese. She had joked that the most evil organisations on the planet seemed to be Japanese Multi Corporations. All of these had, by definition, a weapon’s or experimental science division. They would all have a dangerous experimental gizmo that they would leave around for their children to find and play with, or more usually, somebody else’s children. They would then cause havoc, ultimately destroying Tokyo. It was only then that the companies’ large and suspiciously primed construction division would leap into action. Rebuilding Tokyo seemed to be a very profitable and popular national pastime in all Japanese fiction.

The reality was a little less dramatic. Yes the large Japanese companies had their fingers in many pies, but no experimental science divisions researching futuristic weaponry, no crazy card games possessed by Egyptian gods and monsters. In short, they were very ordinary in their approach to making money.

At 28 Hannah had been busily working her way up the career ladder and, despite being a Westerner, she had prospered and now, she was finally realising her dream of working at one of the company’s premier locations. Not the head offices on the mainland, but a state of the art production community on one of the Japanese islands.

The mainland of Japan has several disadvantages for a company wishing to produce local goods, as well as exporting. Primarily cost. Land is incredibly expensive in Japan and so, while office space is needed for a company presence, actual production is another matter, since large factories take a lot of land. The problem then becomes one of how to invest in Japanese companies, with a Japanese work force, when the initial outlay is horrendously expensive. Setting up in Malaysia or China has its advantages, but does not help address the issue of hiring a mainly Japanese work force.

The solution, as far as Tanaka Corporation was concerned, was to use one of the local Pacific islands. In this way, a workforce could easily be re-located into a company town and then several factories would be built in order to produce goods for the mainland. In this way set up costs are lower, they could get a much larger facility for their money and still keep production and transportation costs low enough to ensure that they could make a nice profit. It was a model that had been used on three islands so far and, while Tanaka had used this model to build factories all over the world, it was the core islands that were the heart of the company’s’ and Hannah would need one of these feathers in her cap if she was to progress any further up the corporate ladder.

Hannah felt that her feet had not touched the ground since she got here. Flying over the island she could clearly make out the volcanic origins of the island, so typical of such pacific paradises. But out of the jungle had risen all of the trappings of a super villain’s lair. Lab and production complexes on one side of the island with a main road connecting these various sites to the idyllic workers villages that had been built on the beach infested North of the island. All it needed was James Bond to turn up and blow the place to pieces or for Godzilla to stomp out of the jungle and start his long swim to Tokyo to complete the scene.

She had been given a nicely furnished apartment in one of the larger complexes, just over the hall from her assistant Noike Jurai. The apartment complex housed most of the people from her division, since the company philosophy believed that the workers should live and work together in order to build a stronger bond, like an extended family, as well as enabling Hannah to call on her assistant should she need to burn the midnight oil. The apartments were similar to self-catering holiday hotels that she had stayed in before and a short walk down the stairs from her first floor room led into a small courtyard that opened up into a communal grass area and gardens, like a small park. A path led down to the bars and shops, which were near to the company busses that shipped the workers to their various factories or offices. In keeping with all workers being the same, the managing director could be seen walking around the factory floor in the same company overalls as everyone else. An extension of this philosophy was that everybody had the same style apartments or family buildings. This meant that the furnishings were Japanese. Futons, tables to kneel at, with little to accommodate Western tastes. The rooms were of a good size. Simple bath room and shower, a single bedroom, lounge, large kitchen and a reasonably sized utility room. Not the largest apartment, but then reasonably laid out, with everything that she needed, including television, washing machine and built in cooker and hob.

Regardless, Hannah liked it and had become firm friends with Noike. They would often take the bus to work together, as well as sitting and relaxing in one another’s apartments. Noike was a stark contrast to her Western friend. She was small; barely over five feet tall, slim, with long black hair and soft oriental features that reminded Hannah of the doe eyed Japanese cartoon characters she has seen on television. All she needed was a mini skirted school girl outfit or sailor suit and she would be complete.

One morning she decided to get to the office early, since she had a busy schedule to meet that day and the extra three quarters of an hour could save her a lot of rushing around. And so, leaving before her friend, she caught the earlier bus. However, unlike her usual bus, this took a slightly different route, visiting other industrial complexes on the island. Because of this not all of the people traveling on the bus were from her unit. One passenger in particular caught her attention. Not the passenger themselves, since they were in the usual company uniform of mouse grey cap, jacket and trousers, which she herself wore. It was his companion. A woman, perhaps in her early twenties, lay at his feet. Around her neck she wore a thick dog collar in tan leather, with diamante studs. The man held a lead casually in his hand, which was clipped to the collar. This would be strange enough were it not for the strange black and white spotted suit worn by the woman, which forced her legs to bend so that, in order to walk, she would have to crawl. Her feet could just be seen under the tight material, touching her ass, between which she could see a two foot, black and white spotted tail sticking out. The absurd costume continued up her body, apart from her breasts, which poked through holes in the strange material to stand proud and naked before her. The rest of the costume continued under the dog collar to a hood which covered her head, leaving her face open. On top of this was a pair of pointed ears. The final part of the strange costume was a shaped mask that left slanted, oriental eyes and lower jaw clear and was shaped to look like the face of a boxer, or mastiff. The overall effect was of a strange dog woman. Weird, kinky, but definitely erotic.

The dog woman returned the regard with casual indifference for some moments before returning her attention to her master with apparent adoration. Unlike everybody else on the bus, who actively chose to ignored the woman, as is the Japanese way, Hannah just stared openly at the couple. It was only after they had gotten off of the bus that she started to breathe again, so taken with the pair that she had been holding her breath. It took several minutes for her heart rate to return to normal. Hannah did not know what to make of the strange encounter, but it have left her with a head full of ideas and questions, disturbing images and a pair of very damp panties.

Hannah was distracted for the rest of the day and Noike picked up on this fact. However, she did not talk to her about it until the evening. It was only after they had both eaten in Noike’s apartment that Hannah explained what she had seen on the bus earlier in the day.

Noike regarded her friend for some minute before answering.

“As you know, Japan is a very complex society, with many rules. For years, women who travel on the underground have been felt up by male passengers, enduring the groping with silence, for to cry out and admit what was happening would bring shame on the woman, not the attacker. This is similar. A new craze has been sweeping Japan that allows our strict behavioural laws to be exploited and made fun of. People dress up and behave as animals and parade as pets, being led by their lovers or masters around in public. And just as nobody would publically call attention to a woman being groped by a stranger on a train, in order to save her honour, nobody would publically acknowledge the woman on the floor of the bus. This may be because of the Japanese social codes or perhaps that simply to name it and point out that there is a semi naked woman disgracing herself in public is to give it substance. To make it real. It is the elephant in the room, or in this case the puppy, that nobody will talk about.”

Hannah was not sure what to make of this. She could see why and how this would work and how these perverted freaks were using Japans social customs as a form of ridicule. A licence to perversion. It was a great deal to take in. Again the images started to invade her thoughts. She imagined herself on the floor, dressed in a dog suit, being paraded around town like an exotic animal. Shuddering Hannah struggled to bring her thoughts back to the present.

Hannah spent the rest of the week traveling to work on the early bus, watching out for the couple and their strange pastime. Having arrived at work much earlier than her colleges Hannah made straight for her office, closing the door behind her and collapsing into her big office chair, she unbuttoned her uniform as quickly as possible to allow her hand access to her sopping pussy. This became her morning ritual, followed by a day of distraction.

This could not continue. Eventually her distraction led to mistakes. Costly and noticeable mistakes. And so, two months after encountering the strange couple on the bed, she found herself called into Mr Kosugi’s office where all of her mistakes and errors were laid out before her.

“I am at a loss to explain your behaviour. Your colleagues describe you as distracted. It is as though your head is somewhere else. I do not have to tell you what would happen to your career if we were to fire you?”

Mr Kosugi let her mull this over for a moment as he regarded the young woman before him. She had seemed so promising and they had invested a great deal of effort into her training. He would have to be careful if she were not to undo all of the hard work now.

“The Japanese believe that shame can be used to help an employee to understand their errors and eventually work to correct them. For that reason, if a Japanese employee needs to be brought into line and encouraged to improve their work, they are made into Window Workers. These are people that arrive at work every day, sitting at their usual work station. But unlike other workers, they do not have a role to play. They take no part in the workings of the company at all. Their colleagues all know this and so the shame and humiliation, which can last for days, months or even years, are enough to encourage greater effort when they are again given responsibility. Their colleagues welcome them back and do not mention the incident. Unfortunately, you are not Japanese and you would not feel the same level of humiliation that we would in such a position. Because of this and because of your Western origins Tanaka Corp have developed a Western equivalent of the Window Worker. So you have a choice. You can leave, without a reference or, if you wish to be given the opportunity to continue with our company and to regain our previous trust in you, you can become a thing of ridicule. So, what is it to be Miss Reynolds San? “

Hannah was shocked. She could leave Tenaka and throw away everything that she had worked so hard to achieve, or she can endure her punishment for as long as necessary and regain her position. In the end it was no real choice and she nodded her consent.

“Very well. Your assistant will take over your job while you are given a new, temporary position within the company. When you leave here report directly to the workers canteen. You will report there every day until you have proved your commitment to the company.”

Hannah shuffled out of the office in a daze. She was not sure what had just happened, but she could not go back now. It would mean the end of everything that she had worked for. She was sure that this was only a temporary break in her career. If she did this and proved herself she would be alright. She just needed to be strong and, like she had always done, just work through it. How bad could it be after all? She could work in the kitchens for as long as needed. She had done similar jobs as a student.

Hannah pulled up short as she realised that she had reached her destination. She had been so busy worrying that she had not noticed how she had gotten there. It was too late to worry now. The doors to the staff canteen were right in front of her. Reluctantly, she pushed the doors open and stepped inside. To her surprise she found Noike waiting patiently for her. Distantly, Hannah heard the busy noises of cooking coming from the kitchen as she approached her friend.

“Hello Noike. What are you doing here?”

“I am here to prepare you for your new role within the company. It is not going to be easy, but I asked that you should have a friend to help you, rather than some nameless person sent by HR”.

Hannah didn’t know what her friend was talking about, but it didn’t sound like she was going to be washing up for the next few months. She had been worried before, but now she was starting to get frightened.

Her fear must have been apparent, since Noike stepped forward and put her arm around her to comfort her, while leading her over toward the canteen exit. It was then that she noticed the new display. Rather than the usual product displays that sat next to the doors, a little diorama had been created, like a window display in a shop. A little raised dais had been placed in the display area, which had been covered with artificial grass. A background had been made using a display stand, that she had last seen used at a big seminar. However, rather than the company images and promotions, the backdrop now depicted a suburban style garden. Fake plastic plants were also added to the scene. But the centre piece was a small wooden house, like a Wendy house.

“What is this Noike? What’s happening?”

“What did Mr Kosugi say to you?” her friend countered.

Hannah considered for a moment.

“He said something about a Window Worker. I assumed that I would be working in the kitchen or something.”

“This is very difficult. In the West, you do not understand what shame is. If you were to be treated as Japanese you would not understand. You might even think it were a soft option. So Tanaka Corp have devised something very different for Western employees. It is not a soft option. It is going to be hard for you. But as your friend I will try to help you through it.”

“What? What will you help me with? What is so terrible,” Hannah asked, tears starting to well as her nerves began to get the better of her.

“Take off your clothes,” her friend whispered quietly’

“What?” Hannah asked, shock registering on her face.

“You must. If you do not do this you will leave the island forever. I will never see you again and your career will be in ruins. You will never find another job without a reference. Please, you must,” the girl pleaded. “Take off your clothes.”

Hannah stared at her friend, shock still registering on her now pale face. Almost on their own her hands slowly travelled up to the top button of her uniform jacked and started to unbutton the garment, while her friend looked on with a mixture of sadness and relief.

“What is this about? Why am I getting undressed?”

“It is not easy to explain. The management wish to humiliate you and if you want to save your career then you must do as I tell you,” the other woman stated.

Hannah had reached the bottom button and reluctantly shrugged off the garment, revealing her plain white bra, a horrible suspicion forming in her mind.

Folding the garment, she moved over to a nearby table and chairs and placed the jacket onto the table. Next she sat down and undid the laces of her trainers, which she slipped off and placed next to her as she regarded the strange house. She still had not seen the front of it and wondered why a shutter board wooden house with a pitch roof would be set up in the canteen.

Slipping her trousers off she also folded them neatly and placed them on top of the jacket. She was now dressed only in her underwear: Cotton panties, bra and socks. All the while she was being watched silently by her friend.

Noike studied her friend while she had been doing this. The company uniforms did nothing for her friend who, Noike knew, had an enviable figure. Her large double D breasts were emphasised by her slim, size 8 waist and flaring hips that created a neat, pear shaped rear. Her long legs adding an impression of grace and litheness and lending her a well-proportioned height of five foot seven. The thing that the oriental girl was most jealous of was the colour of her friends hair. A light natural copper tone, made up of golds, browns and reds to create a glorious crown of curls and light that no bottle could ever capture. Her pale skin looked even whiter in the stark artificial lights of the canteen, but a network of freckles patterned her body in contrasting light browns. But her real asset, was her green eyes. An eye colour that any oriental would kill to own.

“Everything,” Noike whispered.

She was not sure if her friend had heard, but she held the girls eyes and then, after an eternity where Noike was about to speak again, Hannah’s hands reached slowly behind her and undid her bra. Almost instantly the weight came off of the shoulder straps and the garment was pulled forward as the woman’s unsupported breast hung freely. Reaching up Hannah pulled her bra free and placed it on the growing pile of clothes as Noike marvelled at her friends cleavage and surprisingly large, erect, nipples.

Sitting down, Hannah removed her socks before standing, she slowly pulled down her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed thatch that confirmed her status as a natural redhead, and if her friend noticed and she prayed to god that she wouldn’t, her own damp excitement at the humiliation she was being forced to endure, before adding the last item to the pile of clothes on the table.

Any defiance or hope that Hannah might have had seemed to evaporate as she placed the last garment onto the pile.

Turning around she hung her head, refusing to meet her friends gaze as her long copper curls hung down over her face which, Hannah suspected, was fluorescing bright red with embarrassment. As if sensing her friends plight Noike walked softly over to the naked woman and, taking her hand, gently led her over to the strange wooden building. Kneeling down into the large arched entrance, Norika pulled out a bag, which she placed on the floor next to her friend who, having come around to the front of the building, now stared in horror at the large kennel with her name, or an approximation of it, “Hana,” written in Japanese characters above the door. Little blossoms styled around the writing confirmed the Japanese meaning of her name.

As if to confirm her suspicion, the first item that her friend pulled from the bag was a large pink leather dog collar, with large metal studs spaced along the strap. Almost absently, Hannah noticed the small, bone shaped, metal disc at the front of the collar which, if she looked closely, she was certain would contain her name.

Noike locked the collar around her friends neck, pulling the buckle tightly before feeding the strap underneath the metal loop that would secure it in place. As though this was a trigger, all of her fear, frustration and humiliation seamed to break like a dam as the degraded woman burst into great heaving sobs that came like staccato hiccups.

“You are nearly finished. You are strong. So strong. I know you can do this,” her friend encouraged as she led her friend onto the platform, gently forcing her down onto her knees and bending her forward until she was on all fours in front of the little house.

To say that Hannah was having second thoughts was an understatement. As her friend bent down to retrieve something else from the bag, she started to plan her escape. No job was worth this. All she needed to do was get up, dress and leave. She imagined herself doing just that, tasting it in her mind as she played through what she would say to her friend, as tears continued to come in quieter sobs. However, before she could put her plan into action, her friend was kneeling at her side, securing a strange leather strap to her elbow, which she then guided towards her knee. Another strap was joined into the middle of the first, so that Noike was able to fasten it around her leg, above the knee, in such a way as to join the two limbs together at the knees and elbows, forcing her to kneel forward on the stage.

She could leave now. All she needed to do was undo the first strap and then run over to the table. That’s all she needed to do. But rather than acting on her growing panic, Hannah stayed frozen in place, not resisting as Noike pulled her other elbow towards her other knee and strapped the limbs in place.

Hannah was still paralysed, numbed by the turn of events and how quickly she was being transformed. Only half an hour ago she had been a junior manager for a large multinational company. Now she was a degraded, humiliated thing. A parody of a dog that, she was sure would soon be displayed before her former colleagues.

Hannah’s attention returned to her friend and she felt her left hand being lifted. She watched in amazement as a large, paw shaped glove was forced onto her hand. It was as large as a boxing glove and secured by laces in the same way. It even balled her hand into a tight fist. But unlike the sporting glove, this was done in a light brown and shaped into a distinct paw shape.

This was too much. Hannah reached over with her free hand to undo the opposite elbow strap, but Norika quickly grabbed her hand and again, forced her hand into a similar glove with a speed and force that amazed her.

Now, as Norika finished the laces, Hannah realised that she could no longer escape. She was trapped. Although the leather straps were simple enough to undo, she could not possibly do so while wearing these large, ridiculous gloves.

Hannah’s shoulders visibly slumped as even the sobs died down and eventually stopped, leaving the young woman sniffing and panting as she accepted her situation.

Noike continued to prepare the company’s latest display, pulling a brush from the bag and separating her friends hair into two, distinct pig tail style loops which she fashioned, with the help of a couple of bands, into a style that looked remarkably like a set of floppy dog ears.

The next item from the bag was a small brown mask that, Hannah realised, was similar to the one she had seen the woman on the bus wearing. Although it covered her nose and top lip, it meant that she could still use her mouth. It had plastic jowls and a little black nose. Noike fed two straps behind Hannah’s head and under the ears that she had fashioned, before securing the mask tightly to her face.

Although Hannah could no more have left the platform under her own steam that she could run to the top of the Empire State building, Noike walked behind her, returning momentarily to clip the metal chain that was fastened to the front of the kennel onto her collar.

“One last thing and then you are ready,” Noike whispered into her ear as she disappeared behind the exposed woman in order to get some last thing from the kennel.

Hannah did not know what her friend was doing behind her, but she soon found out as she felt something cold and hard, with a slimy coating of some sort, pushed against her anus.

Although a boyfriend had once fingered her there, she had never actually had anything violate her rear passage before. Before she could protest further her anal virginity was roughly taken from her as something long and hard was rammed forcefully into her ass. The shock and humiliation at her rough handling forced a loud and savage scream from her as the savage shaft came to rest and, having widened into a carrot shape, the thing tapered down into a smaller diameter that her abused rosebud closed tightly around.

“There, that’s the worst of it Hannah. I know this is a shock,” Noike soothed as she stroked the woman’s tear streaked face. “But it is only for a little while and I know you can do this. Besides,” Her friend crooned, “I do not think that you totally dislike this,” she whispered as her other hand followed the curve of her body, rounding her thigh before stealing stealthily onto her hot and wet sex, stroking and caressing, causing her friend to shudder, before blushing at her friends discovery.

Noike finished up by drying her friends face and re-applying her eye makeup, which had run in black streaks down her face. Her final act was to place two stainless steel bowls in front of her friend, filling one with water that she poured from a bottle kept in the bag.

“I have to leave now. I have to move into your old office and start work, but I will be back later to make sure that you get a break.”

With that the young woman kissed her older friend on the forehead, picked up the bag and walked out of the canteen doors.

Hannah watched the doors swing closed as she realised that she was finally alone. As though like a movie where time stops and then re-starts, she noticed the sounds from the kitchen returning. Perhaps, she wondered, they had never stopped. Craning her neck as best she could, she was not surprised to see a long, whippy tail sticking out of her ass. Experimentally she waggled her hips, watching in morbid fascination as the tail swung in a springy arc left and right, causing the bulb in her ass to rub slightly.

Time seemed to move slowly as she waited for the lunch break to start, and the factory and office workers would arrive, in different shifts, to get their meals, before heading back to work as every worker in the building filed through those doors, which she watched desperately hoping that they would never open, or that they would open soon and she could be done with it all and go home.

She imagined what she would look like to the workers as they stood with their trays or sat down. The naked red head with her ass in the air and her boobs hanging down, framed lewdly between her arms, a strange mask, collar and tail decorating her otherwise naked body. Despite her fear she started to become aroused by the image that she conjured up.

Occasionally a kitchen worker would come out and do something, placing hot food trays into the glass fronted counter, or re-stocking the another display. However, the activities of the kitchen staff, who occasionally glanced at her, lowering their eyes as she met their stares, or trying to hide a smile as they went about their work. At last, the lunch alarm sounded and, as if time had sped up, the doors were opened by the mid-day rush as her friends and colleagues made their way towards the food counter, occasionally looking her direction, pointing and sniggering.

Hannah cringed inwardly as she watched the workforce begin to take their seats, turning their chairs to take in the free entertainment of their humiliated former co-worker. Groups started to get up and leave as they finished their meals, getting ready to return to work, eager to discuss her humiliation, no doubt. However, one worker walked over to her carrying his bowl. Bending down, he emptied his unfinished lunch into her dish before patting her on the head, telling her she was a good doggy and getting up and leaving. As if in response to this, Hannah realised how hungry she was as her stomach gave a loud, hollow sounding, growl.

Hannah might be humiliate and displayed, but she still had some pride and she refused to eat the growing pile of food that was scraped into her bowl. That is until Mr Kosugi walked over and emptied his scraps into the dish in front of her.

“Come on doggy, eat up,” he encouraged as he placed his hand on her head and forced it down towards the bowl.

She did not even try to resist as her face at last made contact with the greasy noodles and bits of meat and vegetables. As if this was a final taboo that she was forced to concede, all resistance fled from the young woman as she began to eat the cooling scraps. At least the Japanese chopped up their food, making it easier to handle with chopsticks, or to eat from her current position. Freed of her last barrier, Hannah set about the food as though it was her last meal, stopping occasionally to slurp loudly from the water dish, accompanied by howls of laughter from the lunchtime crowd.

Finally it was over and Hannah was again alone, watching the canteen staff clean the tables and sweep the floor. Just as she had hoped, Noike walked in and strode over to her.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“Hanging in. At least it’s over now.”

“Well, for a little while,” her friend stated. “There is still the afternoon break and I cannot come and get you until five.”

“So what are you doing here? Come to gloat?”

“No,” her friend replied. “I thought you could use a break.”

With that Noike bent down and undid the straps around Hannah’s elbows, freeing her arms but leaving the other strap secured to her leg. Hannah tried to stand up, but Noikes hand on her back stopped her as the other woman unclipped the chain on her collar and clipped a new, leather lead around her neck

“Mr Kosugi wishes for you to remain in character for the day. He also asked me to tell you that you are not allowed to talk. He said that he heard you saying thank you a few times as people gave you food. He wishes me to say that you should only bark or wag your tail when addressed by a worker.”

Hannah, stunned by this new degradation, nearly stopped as Noike led her to the toilets and the smaller woman tugged quickly on the lead to get her to continue.

She was led into the women’s toilets where, to her further humiliation, she saw a big tray full of kittee litter placed in one stalls, waiting for her.

“Hold on a moment,” Noike urged as she went behind the other woman, placed one hand on Hannah’s ass while the other one gently eased the butt plug out of her ass.

Walking over to one of the sinks, Noike quickly cleaned the bulb before placing it on the side of the basin and heading for the door.

“Bark when you are done,” the other woman called as she gave her former boss some privacy.

Hannah appreciated this small token as she crawled over to the box and squatted over it. At first, nothing would come, but eventually the dam that she had been holding in broke and steaming piss started to splash into the litter.

Strangely, she also needed to poo. She was not sure if she could, having had that thing in her ass all morning, but she could not spend the rest of the day trapped in the canteen with the discomfort that she would face if she didn’t go now and so, much to her disgust, she strained and forced a large poo into the box.

She tried her best to make sure that there was not poo clinging to her, since she could not wipe herself and satisfied that she had done all she could, she left the cubicle and barked at the closed door.

Almost immediately, Noike entered and, producing a wet wipe from a small packet in her pocket, much to the other woman’s continued humiliation, cleaned her private areas before disposing of the used wipe in the tray and retrieveiving the tail from the sink, produced a small tube of lubricant, that she coated the bulb with, before moving around behind the blushing woman who never the less, waited patiently on all fours for the inevitable intrusion.

“Ready?” Noike asked.

Hannah was about to answer yes, or at least give a glib comment when she stopped what she was about to say and re-considered.

“Woof.”

Hannah could have been mistaken but, as she looked over her shoulder she thought she saw her friend smile, before bending down and, much gentler than before, easing the plug slowly into her already stretched anus.

With a quick sucking sensation the tail re-seated itself and, clipping the lead back into place, Hannah crawled obediently back out into the canteen to be strapped and chained back into place, ready for the next break.

Hannah waited patiently for the arrival of the next crowd of people who, she remembered to woof, bark and wag her tail at, especially when Mr Kosugi or any of the other senior management was watching. Sometimes she forgot herself and thanked people for food or answered a question.

The wait for five seemed to take forever. Unlike the earlier times that she had waited, workers from the night shift started to arrive, using the vending machine to buy tea, and snacks before they had to start work. Again, she was the centre of attention, as the new arrivals joked and pointed. But Hannah was numb to this by now and dutifully woofed when required.

Eventually, about fifteen or twenty minutes past five, Noike returned with her clothes. As she gradually stood up, her aching back and knees protested and ached appallingly as Hannah tried to stretch and flex her knotted muscles, before getting dressed. Together, wordlessly, the two women left work and headed home.

Hannah did not fool herself that she would only have to do a single day of this humiliation. If she was expected back in the office they would not have given her work to her assistant. Even so, Hannah collapsed into her apartment, shutting the door like a safety barrier before staggering into her armchair. Hannah did not know how long she sat there, going over the day’s events and wondering if she could actually do this. However, perhaps after an hour, when she was just thinking of crawling into bed, a gentle knock at the door sounded. She thought about ignoring it, but she didn’t.

She opened the door to find Noike standing there. The other woman didn’t say a word, simply raised her hand to show the leather collar and lead that she held in her hand.

“Oh come on. It’s just on company time. I’m done for the day. You can’t be serious, I mean don’t I have a bit of time to myself. Do I have to? Can’t I just have one night? Just one?”

But the other woman didn’t answer. She simply stood there, holding the lead up for Hannah to see. Hannah looked into Noikes eyes and, seeing the inevitability of her plight reflected back at her, she started to unbutton her clothes.

Naked, the defeated woman dropped onto all fours in front of her mistress and did nothing as the other woman placed the collar around her neck and pulled her out of her apartment on all fours, taking care to lock the door with Hannah’s keys before walking the company pet over to Noikes own apartment.

13.01.12

story continues in The Window Worker 2: Noike's Pet

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