The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)
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				Title: <strong>The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 18:40:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sara was bored.&nbsp; Incredibly and utterly bored.&nbsp; She had just gotten out of school only a few months ago and one of the first jobs she was called back for, she took it.&nbsp; The job market was too unreliable for her not too.&nbsp; It wasn’t anything glamorous at all.&nbsp; It was a customer service job.&nbsp; It was also a paycheck.&nbsp; She knew her student loans were coming up and she needed all the money she could get.&nbsp; That is why when she heard they needed more people on the Graveyard shift and were willing to pay more, she quickly signed up.&nbsp; Not only would she have all the time in the world, but double pay was too good a thing to pass up.<br><br>&nbsp;The problem was it was boring.&nbsp; Really boring.&nbsp; Really, really boring.&nbsp; She was so bored, she took to surfing Google and checking email.&nbsp; It had started innocently enough.&nbsp; She had received an email about some pictures from a friend.&nbsp; Or she had thought it was from a friend.&nbsp; She had opened it and found it was a link to a porn website.&nbsp; Sara had always been shy and sex had always been a mystery to her.&nbsp; Now with a single click of the mouse, a whole world of red light was opened up to her.&nbsp; She had stared through the pictures, going to them.&nbsp; Then to other websites.&nbsp; After the first night of it, she was practically dripping.&nbsp; It was on the second night that she had touched herself, gasping as her fingers touched herself erotically for the first time.<br><br>&nbsp;That was two weeks ago and she was still at it.&nbsp; She had sat down at her computer.&nbsp; It was silent as always, few called so late so she had plenty of time.&nbsp; She opened her personal file, clicking on the website link she had gone to so many times.&nbsp; It was one of those amateur sites, they just seemed so much more real to her then the plastic looking girls.&nbsp; She scrolled through the new pictures that had been put up for the week.&nbsp; While she looked she reached underneath her skirt, pulling down her white cotton panties.&nbsp; Her fingers reached underneath to run along her swollen pussy lips.&nbsp; She gasped, moaning softly as she stroked herself.&nbsp; She sat back, her fingers working a bit faster as she stared at the screen, biting her bottom lip in utter concentration and bliss.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 13:01:24</strong>
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				"My, my, straight to it... such an eager little thing you've become"<br><br>The voice practically purred through her head set, feminine and commanding, dripping with the cold satisfaction of a predator. <br><br>"Your not even going to tease yourself by doing actual work for a few hours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 16:48:48</strong>
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				Sara jumped about two feet in the air as the voice purred through the headset.&nbsp; "H..he..hello?"&nbsp; She said, very obviously surprised and startled by the voice.&nbsp; <br><br>She quickly sat up, moving her hand away from her panties and closing her legs.&nbsp; She looked around, unsure where the woman was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 17:21:13</strong>
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				"Thought I'd make myself known, deary. You've never worked in an office before, have you?" it wasn't quite a question, more a statement. She clucked her tongue in mock pity. "Turn your chair around, and look up at the corner... and then the other... and then over by the water cooler"<br><br>At each spot was a stationary security camera in a glass dome, recording every inch of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 17:25:53</strong>
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				She spun her chair around.&nbsp; One, two then three.&nbsp; She blushed as she realized she had been filmed for weeks.&nbsp; This woman must have seen everything.&nbsp; "Please, please don't tell anyone!&nbsp; I really need this job!&nbsp; Just..I couldn't help myself."&nbsp; She was almost in tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 06:04:42</strong>
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				"If the boss got a peek of your late night browser history, you'd be at the unemployment line so fast, little girl... and all this footage! Yes, would be nice seeing yourself on those dirty websites, wouldn't it?"<br><br>There was a noticeable change in her voice with her next words, like she was taking pity on the girl, going a bit easier on her.<br><br>"I should show the boss... but I know your not very 'tech savvy', are you? I know you lied on your resume about computer skills... you don't even have a computer, do you?"<br><br>She didn't speak for a moment, letting her words sink in.<br><br>"Open the drawer" she would find a webcam inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:14:18</strong>
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				She fought back her sobs as she was told how she might be fired or put up on a website somewhere.&nbsp; "No..No I don't. Please, who are you!&nbsp; Why are you doing this?"<br><br><br>She sat there in silence for awhile then turned her chair and pulled open the drawer.&nbsp; She looked in at the webcam, pulling it out.&nbsp; "What is this for?" She asked, more then a little confused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 11:13:42</strong>
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				"Prop it up on the monitor and plug it in. I've already installed it for you"<br><br>Once it was attached, a window popped up on the screen, and she would be looking into a mirror, her own flushed face staring at her from the screen.<br><br>"Ooohh, such a cute blush..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 17:34:24</strong>
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				Sara plugged it in, the window popping onto the screen.&nbsp; She stared at her own flushed face, her embrassement all over it.&nbsp; "Please, tell me what you want.&nbsp; I can't loose this job.&nbsp; I..I made a mistake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 07:08:39</strong>
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				"Yes, you made an all too common mistake... getting caught. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't stuck your fingers in yourself even once before this job. Am I right?"<br><br>She let the silence dig in, simply watching the colour video feed of the girl squirming, her cheeks flushed red from more then just the embarassment.<br><br>"Spread your legs"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 18:58:43</strong>
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				She bowed her head, her cheeks flushed with embrassment.&nbsp; "No..no I haven't."<br><br>She looked up, surprise on her features.&nbsp; "W..what?"&nbsp; She was quiet surprised but she spread her legs anyways.&nbsp; "O..okay..but..please don't turn me in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 19:18:18</strong>
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				"Soaked through... been grinding your seat all day, huh? The clock must tick mighty slow on your Graveyard days... I imagine your quite riled up by now. Finish yourself off"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 19:44:03</strong>
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				She was blushing, looking at the webcam in surprise.&nbsp; "O..okay.&nbsp; W..what ever you want."&nbsp; She couldn't let this woman get her fired.&nbsp; For some reason getting fired scared her even more then having her videos posted somewhere.<br><br>She slid her panties down around her ankles and started to run her fingers along her pussy.&nbsp; She gasped, moaning softly as she slipped her fingers inside of herself.&nbsp; She was all ready quiet soaked, her juices running down her legs.&nbsp; Her fingers pumped into herself as she moaned loudly, gasping as she kept fingering herself.<br><br>She kept thinking about this woman, watching her.&nbsp; Directing her.&nbsp; Her entire career was in her hands.&nbsp; All of a sudden she cried out, her head jerking back as she started cumming.&nbsp; She groaned, gasping as her juices ran down her fingers and legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 07:44:28</strong>
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				"Wow. That was quick. Your a natural at this... didn't even resist, just went right for it"<br><br>The video played back to her, and she would see herself laying back in her office chair, eyes screwed shut as she furiously rubbed her soaking lips, gasping and giving a small buck as she climaxed. It would loop until the program was remotely shut and the video saved to an encrypted file. Whoever was doing this had complete remote control of not only the cameras, but her computer.<br><br>"I should go easy on you tonight... consider this a prelude, Little Sara"<br><br>The connection was cut, and she was left in silence. Work would continue as normal for the next four days, when her next graveyard shift was due.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 20:24:08</strong>
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				"I just don't want to be fired.." she said softly.&nbsp; She stared at the image, watching her humilation played out again and again and again.<br><br>She hung her head in silence as it was cut off.<br><br><br>The next four days, Sara was walking the line.&nbsp; She didn't look at any of the sites, she didn't even masterbate.&nbsp; Maybe the woman was satisfied and would leave her alone now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:04:43</strong>
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				"Your net history's looking a bit too clean..." she would whisper through the headse, three hours into the Graveyard Shift. "Whats the matter? Too tired for your usual?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:30:26</strong>
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				She jumped, startled again at the voice.&nbsp; "No..I..I just..I can't loose this job.&nbsp; I made a mistake, I have to fix it."&nbsp; She was hoping it came out as confident as she was trying it to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:47:00</strong>
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				"D'awww... as cute as you are, I'm getting bored. If this isn't going anywhere, I guess I have no need of the evidence I'm protecting... better send it through"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 00:21:46</strong>
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				"No!&nbsp; Okay..okay..what do you want?"&nbsp; She sighed as she stared at her computer screen.&nbsp; She had hoped maybe the woman would let up but it seemed she just wasn't that luck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:39:55</strong>
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				There was a small silence, the woman undoubtably smirking, triumphantly. "Thats a good girl... now, hook up that webcam like last time" <br><br>She would find a few websites bookmarked for her, all involving fairly hardcore videos, of women being made love to by other women, with toys and strap ons.<br><br>After a few moments of them playing, she spoke again. "Bottom drawer dear"<br><br>She'd find a purple vibrator, thick and lined on the inside with little white beads. If switched on, it would rumble loudly and shake in her hand, the end rolling like a twirling finger.<br><br>"Much better then your hand"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 13:26:47</strong>
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				She pulled open the drawer, taken out the webcam and set it up as she was told too last time.&nbsp; Looking through her history, she blushed as she read through them.&nbsp; "I don't know..I don't know about women.."&nbsp; She had to admit though, there was something alluring about it.&nbsp; She had never considered it so much, she wasn't gay.&nbsp; Was she?<br><br>She watched them, whimpering as she slowly became more soaked.&nbsp; After a bit her fingers started to run along her underwear.&nbsp; What if she was one of those girls?&nbsp; That was the threat looming over her wasn't it?&nbsp; <br><br>The thought brought out a loud gasp of pleasure as her fingers found a nice spot.&nbsp; At the command, she opeed the botom drawer.&nbsp; "I..I've never used one of these before."&nbsp; She inspected it the flicked a button, jumping as it started vibrating.<br><br>She slid her panties off then closed her eyes, gasping in happy surprise as it brushed her pussy lips. Slowly she started to push it inside of her, moaning as she experienced a vibrating toy for the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 05:57:16</strong>
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				"Ooohh... for a girl that was pleading abstinance five minutes ago, your certainly getting good at this... I'll bet if I came in there right now, you'd let me fuck you. Lift your legs up... ankles on the desk. I wanna see you jam that dildo down your cunt. Pound yourself bitch"<br><br>She spoke with such a low, casual voice, purring with viscious satisfaction. She knew the girl was getting off on being directed... perhaps a little dirty talk would help her out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 21:22:36</strong>
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				It was.&nbsp; She shifted in her seat so she was a bit lower on it.&nbsp; Her legs came up ont the desk, it was ackward at first but she finally managed.&nbsp; She started to jam the dildo hard inside of herself.&nbsp; She gasped, crying out as she slammed it into her tight cunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:07:09</strong>
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				"Your taking it well... I'm guna have to get you a bigger one next time. Maybe I'll jam it up there myself, hehehe... shove it on sweety, nice and hard. Thats it... fuck yourself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:25:50</strong>
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				She wasn't sure why but it was turning her on more.&nbsp; She started to thrust the dildo harder into herself until finally she cried out again as she felt herself starting to cum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:26:45</strong>
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				"Mmmm... good girl..." the arousal in her voice was like poison laced caramel. "Bend herself over that chair... now!" her voice was huskier, breathing deeper. She was masturbating to the girls performance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:51:46</strong>
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				She slowly got up on shaky legs, bending herself over the chair.&nbsp; She realized her wet, dripping cunt was on full display for this woman.&nbsp; She lay there panting softly, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:33:27</strong>
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				"Thats good..." her voice was a lusty pur, sounding slightly frantic, out of breath. She was certainly close to climax. "Stick your fingers back in... get yourself nice and ready again... grrr, shove that dildo in there bitch!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:32:38</strong>
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				She reached back, running her fingers along her cunt before she slowly slide them inside again.&nbsp; She gasped, moaning as she spread her nether lips apart.<br><br>Once she was ready, she took the dildo and slid it slowly inside of her self, gasping as she started thrusting it into her snatch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:41:54</strong>
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				"Go on little one, get it in there... yeahhh, your guna have to hurry up. Faster. Oh yes, I love watching you..." her voice gave a small squeak, breath shuddering, her secret watcher keeping herself just on the brink, waiting for her. Each moan and gasp she could hear clearly through the ear piece.<br><br>"Come on, fuck yourself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 16:53:41</strong>
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				She thrust it faster into herself, all modesty forgotten for the moment.&nbsp; She moaned, growning as she kept fucking herself in her pussy with it.&nbsp; All of a sudden she cried out as she started to cum again, her juices running down her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 16:04:08</strong>
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				She waited for the girl to stop shuddering and recover, breathing slowly as she got her own wits back. Where ever she was in this building, she had her fingers knuckle deep inside herself. Could she be her boss? Another worker? A janitor? Security guard? Was there really any way to fish out her hidden stalker?<br><br>"Phew... your getting better at this... I'd get some more out of you, but I think you'd enjoy it too much. I'll just have to add this recording to the others... does that excite you? Knowing I have a computer at home filled with videos of you plunging that little cunt? Hehehe, I love watching them... gets me so hot and anxious for your next shift"<br><br>"I'll see you again in three days, my pet... You'll find a package in your desk tomorrow. Your to wear it for as long as your in this building... and I WILL know if you have it in. Goodbye"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 19:14:59</strong>
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				It was both a terrifying and exciting thought.&nbsp; It could be anyone, it could be someone she saw everyday for all she knew.&nbsp; "P.please...please tell me you keep them safe..."&nbsp; She did admit that it was getting her hot, the thought that there were videos of her fucking herself.<br><br>She straightened up, gasping as she pulled the dildo from herself.&nbsp; Wear?&nbsp; Wear what?&nbsp; She just nodded, looking around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:07:12</strong>
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				A package was indeed there the next day. While she would have no idea what it was, she would understand after a few minutes of toying with it.<br><br>One part was like the vibe she had used, but smaller, and the other seemed to be a battery pack that would clip onto her stockings. There was no switch or dial, however...<br><br>The first time that she would walk to her desk with the device inside her, it would suddenly start to thrum of its own accord.<br><br>Her blackmailer clearly had the control for this thing... no doubt watching through the camera's, trying to catch her reaction. She never left it on high for too long however... just enough to keep her flustered through the shift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 12:53:11</strong>
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				She did as she was told, sliding it inside of her, attaching the battery pack to her stocking.&nbsp; The first time, it took her by surprise.&nbsp; She gasped and stumbled forward, catching the desk.&nbsp; She whimpered softly as it hummed away inside of her.<br><br>Throughout her shirt, it would start humming away causing her to grip the desk in surprise.&nbsp; Is this what she was reduced too?&nbsp; Being turned on and controlled by a woman she had never met?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 03:17:22</strong>
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				And it would continue, usually at very specific times. One of her co-workers had stopped her to ask after something, and away it went, whirring inside her. Did it mean the woman was actually in the camera room, or in the room with her... or maybe the woman she was speaking to...<br><br>If it was her, she was composing herself extremely well. Or maybe she was in the cubicle next over, snickering under her breath.<br><br>And then came the Graveyard Shift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 18:45:46</strong>
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				She bit her lip, stiffling any gasps of surprise as she talked with her co-worker.&nbsp; By the time the Graveyard Shift had started, she was soaked.&nbsp; She could feel her juices staining her inner thighs.&nbsp; She sighed, trying to gather herself.&nbsp; What was happening to her?&nbsp; What was this woman doing to her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 16:00:16</strong>
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				"That woman gave you an odd look... I think she noticed. Hehehe..." there was that satisfied pur in her ear piece.<br><br>"And how is my little pet tonight? Sodden and sulking, I see"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 21:07:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat up quickly as that purr came through her ear piece.&nbsp; "I..I'm good ma'am. I'm wearing...it."&nbsp; She said softly, feeling the vibrator so deep inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 12:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know... I could tell. Though, you composed yourself well. Such a good little pup, aren't you?" <br><br>The praise in her voice was genuine, a flutter of affection bubbling to the surface. Though, there had been times when she had appeared to hold back... if she couldn't embarass her in the lunch room, could she really hand over her most private, compromising moments to her boss and have her fired?<br><br>"You know the drill. Pull your skirt up. I want to see what its doing to you"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 19:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned back in her chair, gasping softly.&nbsp; She reached down and slowly raised her skirt.&nbsp; Her panties were absolutely soaked.&nbsp; The vibrator could be seen buzzing inside of her.&nbsp; She looked up, blushing in embarrassment and pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 06:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It suddenly started to whir away, faster then before, the rumbling louder. <br><br>"Poor little pup... you've been teased and denied all day... I'll bet you'd do anything for relief, wouldn't you?" she turned the vibe to max and then brought it back to a maddeningly soft pace, denying her any climb towards orgasm, and then would crank the power now and then as she spoke, always keeping her from being too pleasured.<br><br>"You want to cum... tell me what you want... what you think about... what do I do to you in your dreams when your home and lonesome? Tell me how you want me to get you off, and I may just let you cream yourself..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped, biting her lip as she felt it whirring away inside of her.&nbsp; She groaned, twisting and turned in her seat.&nbsp; "P..please..p..please.." As it died down to a soft pace, she squirmed in her chair gasping.<br><br>She was blushing, not wanting to say her thought but she could feel it slowly buzzing inside of her, denying her what she wanted.&nbsp; "T..t..to be like this..t..toyed with fo..for your pleasure....s..so you can...m..masterb...play with yourself."&nbsp; She was panting, trying to put thoughts together through her need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 12:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... I have my favourite toy inside me right now, actually" she said this as if it were any normal conversation. "I love masturbating to your videos... knowing you only a few rooms away makes it unbareable... hehehe. Hold you legs up"<br><br>She flipped the dial up to max, and this time, she left it there, smirking. "Cum with me pup"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did as she was told, holding her legs up.&nbsp; She cried out as it went to max, thinking of this woman masterbating to her videos.&nbsp; She gasped, whimpering and squirming.&nbsp; The thought of being watched was turning her on just as much as the toy deep inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 19:58:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hissed through her teeth, ending in a tiny shudder, breathing slowly into the head piece.<br><br>"Good girl...&nbsp; I have something for you. Bottom drawer. I'll allow you to wear clothes that cover it. Maybe soon, I can place it on you for real. I diverted two calls for you. You should get back to work. Goodnight pup"<br><br>There was a barely noticeable longing in her voice as she said her goodbyes for the night. In the bottom drawer was a black collar, thin and made of leather, with a jangling silver tag that had her name engraved on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Graveyard Shift (Sabby and QTS)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 18:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped herself, shuddering at the toy deep inside her.&nbsp; Something else for her?&nbsp; She almost swore she heard the longing in the voice, almost tender.&nbsp; She slid her panties back up over the vibrator still taped to her as she adjusted herself.<br><br>Reaching down, she opened the bottom drawer.&nbsp; Inside was the collar.&nbsp; She gasped a bit as she reached out to pick it up.&nbsp; Her fingers ran along her name on the tag.&nbsp; It could not have been cheap.&nbsp; It was done, done for her?&nbsp; Swallowing she picked it up and wrapped it aorund her neck, fastening it on.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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