Chapter 1 - Washimi

 Ton sat behind his desk and did his best to focus on doing paperwork despite the presence of the alluring Retsuko in his space. He would’ve sent the dumb bitch away, but then he would have to get up from his seat if he wanted anything, and that was too much of an effort for a great pig such as himself. The panda, on the other hand - well, she was lucky just to get to work in such a civilized place under such a nice boss.

“Retsuko!” he snapped, kicking at the desk. Once again, the slut was trying to lower her skirt even though Ton repeatedly ordered her not to touch it. What was the point of having her around if she denied him a good glimpse of the goods? “What do you think you’re doing?” 

 The panda blushed and lowered her gaze. “Sorry, sir. I was just feeling embarrassed.” 

 The pig eyed her round butt and shook his head. “You should be embarrassed. With just about everything apart from that ass. It’s your one good feature, you stupid whore. Why do you think we would hire girls like you at all if not for that? You’re less efficient and far more whiny than a man. If there was a pig working your job, my life would be a lot easier.” 

 Retsuko rubbed at her temple and kept her eyes downcast, world-weary and sad. “Sorry, sir…” 

 Ton slammed a palm into the desk and everything clattering. “Bring that ass here. Come on. I feel you need to be taught a lesson.”  

 Again? Retsuko was so tired of this bastard and all of his misogynistic demands. But what could she do? She needed this job, and being out in the big city as a red panda was hard enough without being unemployed. If the pig wanted to get her fired he could, and that would be such a big blow to her record that it was better to keep quiet and do as he asked, no matter the humiliation. 

 So just as always, gritted her teeth and went to him, lowered herself across his desk and presented the round ass to his beady eyes. “Well, well,” said Ton, feeling the tightness of her skirt as he moved his fingers across the fine panda curves. “I think your ass has been getting bigger lately, too.” 

 Retsuko blushed and suppressed a gasp. He was right about that much. All the constant squatting around the office gave her butt and thighs more of a workout than what she was used to before. Ton certainly made sure that she was in some humiliating position most of the time, whether that was on her knees or haunches. Coming to tower over her with his dick clearly twitching through his pants was one of the few things that could motivate the pig to get off his fat ass and liberate his sweaty seat. 

 Getting ready for what was to come, Retsuko gulped and closed her eyes. Ton lifted her skirt and noticed with disappointment that she wore the same unattractive panties as before, though he repeatedly told her to start wearing lingerie to work. “I’m such a nice guy, Retsuko, but you’re starting to piss me off. Didn’t I tell you not to wear crap like this?” His fingers pulled at the stretchy cotton and brought it between her pussy lips. “You’re one of our worst employees.” 

 Retsuko was just about ready to receive the usual spanking for disappointing her pig overlord - then a knock came to the door, interrupting his anger. “Who is it?” snapped Ton. 

“It’s Washimi.”

 He rolled his eyes and took his hand away from the panda. “Come on in.” 

 The pig waited for a moment, but there was no sound or sign of movement. Sighing, he repeated, “Please, come inside, Ms. Washimi.” 

 The bird entered, heels thudding against the floor, and came to stand before the desk. She glanced down at Retsuko. “Is there a problem here?” 

“This panda of yours can’t do a single thing right.” 

“She’s not my panda,” said Washimi indignantly. The bird found Retsuko endearing to a certain extent, but despite her attempts to help her deal with Ton, the two just ended up going through the same cycle over and over. It was almost like Retsuko enjoyed getting abused by the filthy pig.  

 Truth be told, Washimi had heard about what Ton did to Retsuko so many times that she was starting to enjoy thinking about it. As misogynistic and depraved as his actions were, Retsuko ultimately seemed to be doing all right under him, and Washimi wondered what it felt like to be treated in such an abusive way at all times, to be lowered to the status of a female slave. She was herself raised in a harsh environment and was starting to miss having an authority figure there to discipline here. Recently, she had become the authority figure instead, and while her skills were never in doubt, she was craving to be put down a bit as she knew to deserve deep down…

“All this time, and you haven’t managed to do a damn thing to discipline Retsuko properly,” said Washimi to the pig. “At this point, one has to wonder if you’re incompetent or just awful with women.” 

“What the…” Ton’s eyes clouded with anger. “I’m a married man! I’m exceptionally good with women.” He stood up and banged his fist on the table as Retsuko got up and took a few tottering steps away from the dramatic exchange. “Do you think you know better than me, you big damned bird? You and your...” His gaze went down to her shapely legs. “Your damned fucking slutwear!”

 Washimi raised an eyebrow. “It seems you can’t even handle one poor red panda. But it’s all right. Maybe I can help you. After all, I know more things about Retsuko than you do, and it’s understandable that a woman in my position would put everything to use in order to help the company. A piggish accountant such as yourself has limited capacities after all.”

“You damned bird. Why I oughta…” 

“Calm down, Mr. Ton. Calm down. Here’s what I suggest. Perhaps if you show me that you’ve got it in you to punish me, I’ll teach you how to punish my friend as well.” Her arms crossed over her chest impatiently. “Well?”

 Retsuko listened to the words pouring out of her friends beak in total confusion. What was Washimi saying? There was no way she deserved to be treated like this by the pig. No one did! What was she trying to do…

“Punish you?” said Ton incredulously. “I doubt you can handle a feather across the cheek, bird. Don’t you come to me with these idiotic requests. Get out of my office.” He sat back down grumpily, trying to ignore her. “Retsuko! Why are you just standing there? Get me a coffee, you useless bitch!” 

“Hmph!” Washimi shook her head and puffed with disappointment. “So you aren’t going to take me up on my offer?”

“Your offer? I’m not going to get in trouble over doing stuff to you, bird. Get outta here.” 

 So the stupid pig was going to make this difficult for her. What a shame. Washimi leapt on top of the desk and pressed one of her heels into his chubby hand. “Are you sure about that, Mr. Ton? I think you should show me how you treat your female employees. Then I can explain to you where you’ve gone wrong with our dear Retsuko.” 

 From where he sat, Ton followed the shapely bare legs and followed them to where he got a shadowy glimpse of her snatch. He could almost feel the heat emanating from that tempting crotch. “D-Don’t push me,” he stammered, feeling himself getting hard. What was this bird going to do? Was she trying to get him fired? 

 Washimi loosened one of her heels, then tossed it to the other side of the room. She gently brought her foot down and placed it on top of his face. “So disappointing. I thought you were a real man and that was why Retsuko kept saying you were harsh with her. I guess you’re just a good for nothing and she’s just overly sensitive.” 

“I’m warning you…” he said, lips going across her sole. God, but this whore smelled good. Even her fucking feet smelled nice. No wonder she got appointed secretary when her skills were this good.

“Instead of warning me, why don’t you show me what you’re capable of instead?” 

 His dick jerked so hard that Ton knew it was too late to stop himself. His inner pig was coming out in full force right now. If this was all supposed to be a joke, then the bird should’ve thought twice before attempting it. He reached and wrapped his fingers around her ankle, then yanked it back hard and watched her topple. Washimi lost balance and yelped as she slammed into the desk. 

 Retsuko wasn’t sure what was going on. Was Washimi hurt? Did she need to call somebody? Was there trouble? “Washimi!” 

“Just be patient and watch, Retsuko!” the bird ordered, looking level-headed despite the impact. 

 Ton spun her around and let her head hang down from the edge of the desk, then brought his throbbing cock and slammed it right into her open mouth, silencing the bitch at last. Whatever was going to happen as a result of this, the pig got ready to live with the consequences. The job at this place wasn’t all that good anyway. Damn, her mouth doesn’t feel bad at all… 

 There was no struggle coming from Washimi - if anything, it was the panda that looked more shocked. Ton closed his eyes and savored the wet sounds of the bird’s whore mouth and appetizing throat as the oh-so-smart secretary choked on his pig dick. “You like that, do you?” Ton spat right into her eyes. He slapped her face hard, then ripped the front of her suit open and let her tits spill out. “Yeah, you’re a whore alright.” He pushed his shaft in deeper and gave her another slap, flashing a grin at the scared Retsuko. “You see, you can learn from this dumb bird over here.” 

 As Washimi struggled to breathe through the little opening left by his cock, her pleased gaze went up to Ton. This was exactly what she wanted to see and feel. This nasty pig needed to treat her as badly as he wanted. The fact that she craved it was reason enough for him to go all out on her. 

 The bird spit out his dick and coughed, drool gushing out of her sloppy mouth. “I said I wanted you to be rough with me. Is this all you’ve got? Pigs really are pathetic.” 

 Ton’s hand shot out and gave her another slap, but Washimi fought back and punched him in the gut. The pig nearly folded over and gritted his teeth. He grunted with rage and his bloodshot eyes opened wide. “You fucking whore! I’ll show you. You feathered cunts have no right to touch an honorable married pig!” 

 This time, he punched her violently in the face and pulled her off the desk. He kicked her savagely as she rolled on the ground, barking curses as the scared Retsuko screamed and covered her eyes. Ton got down on his knees and choked the stupid bird bitch and ripped off every bit of the luxury officewear, leaving her hot body completely exposed. “Is this what you wanted me to see?” he asked, tracing his fingers down her toned stomach. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make good use of you.” 

 The pig slapped her around a little more, then threw her naked body on top of the desk. He got behind her and spread her legs open roughly, then spit down on her cunt and rubbed it until her wetness poured in his palm. Washimi thighs quivered helplessly and Ton grinned. “That’s right,” he said, giving her ass another loud slap, “I’m going to fuck this bird cunt real hard.” 

 By this point his shaft was twitching with so much raw energy that felt harder than his fist as he slammed it against the dripping lips of her pussy. As the tip went inside, the bird began to screech; the pig grabbed her beak and held it shut, looking for Retsuko’s teary eyes. The panda was still looking away. “Look at this!” he ordered. “Look at what you’ve got coming!” 

 He slammed his pigdick into her pussy, feeling it coil around her tight birdy insides. Washimi clawed at the desk in pain - Ton’s elbow came down so hard on the small of her back that he could hear her muffled shriek through the closed beak and felt the shockwaves of pain working their way through her body until she became nice and tender in his grip, yielding completely to his touch. 

 She seemed to be getting so wet from the abuse that he let his fists do most of the work and beat the sides of her torso. Clearly, from the weak way the whore grunted, her body welcomed the pain and her pussy milked his dick that much harder as a result. Ton dropped the entire weight of his massive pig gut on top of her ass and relaxed, closing his eyes and concentrating on hitting every spot in her cunt as the entire focus on his mind went to his pigcock. “That’s right whore,” he spat, feeling her tremble in his arms as his shaft slid across her silky hole and made her come. “You’re going to be begging for more of this.” 

 He let go of her beak and grabbed her waist with both hands, positioning himself perfectly to pummel her with one thrust after another. Working with every muscle in his squat body, he pistoned her vibrating pussy till the juices were gushing down the side of the desk and soaking through his shoes.

“Oh, god…” said the weeping Washimi. “You’re so big.” The pig was so much better than she expected. So much rougher. So merciless. She could only imagine what treatment like this would do to poor Retsuko when it nearly broke a trained and masochistic like herself. “I need you to hurt me, sir.”

 Ton scoffed and delivered a fierce punch to the back of her head that slammed her face into the desk. “Sing for me, you dumb fucking bird!” He bulldozed into the depths of her cunt and brought his whole body down on top of her. “Sing for me!” 

 Washimi screamed as melodically as she could as he finished her off, ramming into her like a wild boar, her ass clapping rhythmically against his fat thighs. The pig turned her face towards him and spit right into her eyes, then groaned and shot his load inside of her. 

 Exhausted, Ton took a few minutes to rest. “I guess that’s enough for you then, eh, bird?” 

 The numb Washimi struggled to get a handle on her body. She came so hard that there was no way she could stand on her wobbly legs - even flexing her fingers was awkward for the time being. Inside of her, she could feel the hot seed swirling, and the raw lips of her pussy dripped thick dollops over the wooden desk.

 Retsuko couldn't believe that she watched Washimi being humiliated in that way by Ton. She was surprised that the bird could even speak or stand at all given the beating that she got while he fucked her. Are they both crazy?

 Shockingly, her beak opened and closed a few times with great effort; then Washimi’s eyes found Ton. “That was decent,” she stammered, trying to keep up pretenses. “But you’ll have to improve your skills if you ever want to make Retsuko seriously respect you and fear you.” 

 The gruff pig crossed his arms over his belly. “That so?” 

 The bird looked over to her scared friend. “Don’t worry. I know a thing or two about how to deal with red pandas and get them to behave.” 

