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Grace's Very Hard Lessons
by darkavenger

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(M+/F, nc, oral, humiliation, exhib, blackmail, coercion)

Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).

A sequel to Grace's Hard Lessons.




CHAPTER 15 (MF, bondage, humiliation, nc)




Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got




Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha



** Present day: THE SECOND BONDAGE SHOOT


When Royston saw Grace in the studio, she was already chained to the wall, with the umbrella studio light
trained on her. He had arrived shortly after she did. Just in time to watch Joe preparing his camera to take
pictures of a bound and gagged Grace.


On the sofa near the entrance was a pile of clothing - the ones she had turned up in. Like he remembered, the
vinyl outfit he ordered for her was outrageous and dangerously sexy. Next to it was a pair of high platform shoes.


Royston marveled at how Grace had been transformed to an obedient slut now.


The first time she gave him a blowjob, was when he blackmailed her into doing so -she was unwilling, only
performing the degrading sexual act in his office upon his coercion.


Three days ago, she was submissive. She came to him, pleading for his permission to let her cum. He offered her
his cock. She sucked hungrily. Her fingers played with her twat as he used her mouth. When he blew his load
into her waiting mouth, it was deeply satisfying to look at the lovely Grace at his feet, her small mouth slightly
open, his white semen coating her tongue, the sticky substance staining her ruby lips as she looked up at him,
trying to keep his sperm load from overflowing out of her mouth. "Can I hath perrmi-shion - " Grace had
mumbled with her head tilted back, struggling to avoid his semen from spilling out as she begun to speak. As she
completed her sentence, " - to cum, Sir?" he remembered vividly her right hand busy between her thighs,
kneading the inside folds of her cunt, while her left hand brushed surreptitiously over her breasts, trying to
disguise her attempt to draw a cheap iota of pleasure from her aroused nipples that had hardened to little points.

Royston simply loved how she looked when she was consumed by the need to orgasm.


He had responded, "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut." He was pleased with her for she had learnt
his newest rule for her: to even have the right to ask for permission to orgasm, she must first have man-cum in
her mouth.


Shortly after he gave permission, he witnessed the slut's petite body twitching as she spent herself - all that was
left of his fresh sperm load was mingled in saliva in her mouth, and around her lips.

Two days ago, when she again needed his permission to cum, he made her call her boyfriend on her phone, and
had her put the boyfriend on hold as he used her mouth. Royston knew that with her putting her boyfriend on
hold to give him a blowjob, and then keeping his cum in her mouth to say goodbye to her boyfriend was an act of
great humiliation for her, one that will create distress in her mind for months to come. Apparently that did not
diminish the magnitude of the orgasm that she experienced just seconds after putting down the phone when
Royston had let the little slut cum.


Best though, was yesterday.


Yesterday Grace had appeared in his office, with George's cum in her mouth, in order to ask permission from him
to orgasm. George was a shy sort of guy from the accounting department who had the hots for her. Grace, the
office slut, had searched out her own prey, given a blow-job and returned to show Royston the man-cum in her
mouth. She was undeniably the new company whore.


His whore to control. His bitch even asked him yesterday for permission to pee.


Royston rubbed his chin, in a thinking mood, as he watched Joe adjust the long metal chain on the bitch's body as
she sat quietly on the floor next to the brick wall. Has she been broken yet? Or 'house-broken' as Nakamori put it?

Royston wanted to claim his reward soon from Nakamori, for training the Japanese fashion designer's pet.


For the shoot, Joe had removed the bitch's anklet - a thin chain threaded with beads. This was the only time it
was not on her body, for she had to wear it whether she was sleeping, bathing or working, as a reminder of her
status.


"By the way Royston, she was late for fifteen minutes," said Joe. The cuff restraints on the bitch's ankles and
wrists, and her studded collar were already secured to the same heavy metal chain locked to a thick metal ring
connected to the brick wall. Joe snapped on large padlocks on the cuffs on her wrists, and her ankles. Larger than
practical for Doms and their live-in slaves, but great for photography.


"Really?" replied Royston, looking at his bitch.


"Mmmmmmmmmfff.." was all he could make out of her verbal response, and her wide eyes.


A cleave gag - a simple piece of black cloth pulled between her teeth - kept the bitch silent.


FLASH! Joe took the first photograph of Grace's second bondage shoot.


Royston mused that this morning, an attractive young executive had just gone to work in the office, every inch
looking like a high-powered career woman wearing sexy designer clothes. Now she was no better than a bitch
chained naked to the wall, restrained and gagged.


At the workplace, he was one of the few who would know that underneath the façade of this young pretty thing
was a slut that had already been used by six men. Her anklet of six beads was a reminder of how she was used.

Four in the mouth and two in the pussy, including one that raped her with foreign objects.


FLASH! FLASH ! Several more photographs were taken to complete the series.


Next, the bitch was unchained and brought to sit down on a bar stool. Her collar was changed to a broader one,
and a smaller set of chains brought out. Her gag was removed and she was allowed to put on a pair of black
panties. She was placed in front of a red backdrop with one hand tugging on a chain linked to her collar and
another pulling down her panties on one side. Grateful that the cloth in her mouth was removed, she wetted her
dry lips and relaxed her aching jaws, and certainly knew better than to gripe since she was at least wearing
panties then. FLASH!


Royston lounged on the sofa, thinking if he should have a collar made specially for his bitch, one that said
"GRACE" in large letters on a brass plate in front. He took a big bite from a green apple he had grabbed from a
nearby fruit bowl, watching Joe apply a layer of oil on the bitch. Joe had instructed her to stand up and chained
her to a big metal eye-hook from the ceiling with her wrists overhead.


When Joe secured her hands above her head, she had gotten nervous, and asked, "Sir? What is going on?" Being
chained to the wall earlier wasn't an easy experience for her to stomach already, but now being strung to the
ceiling gave her a new sense of helplessness. Joe had simply told her, "You will find out soon enough. Now keep
quiet or we'll have to gag you again."


With her wrists immobilized above her, Grace could not really do much except the occasional fidgeting as Joe
took careful delight in massaging the shiny oil all over her body. He spent an inordinate amount of time applying
the oil on her breasts, her inner thighs, lower belly, crotch and buttocks, making sure he got every inch of skin,
nook and cranny. Unable to look at the photographer in his face when he stepped up close to her naked body,

Grace had closed her eyes. Somehow the act of looking down at his oil-coated hands rubbing her would make her
feel a stronger sense of being violated, so she avoided looking. She felt both his hands massaging her sensitive
breasts simultaneously, and fought an overwhelming urge to shrink back and turn her body away.


Royston had noticed how conscientious Joe was in working the oil into her skin thoroughly, not missing the
chance to use his middle finger to rub her areola in little circular motions, an action that would inevitably make
the nipple grow hard and erect. Grace shut her mind off and told herself to be still and quiet as she felt his fingers
slip below the panties to spread the oil carefully over her pubes, feeling his fingers run freely through her pubic
hair, as if he was combing them.


Joe eventually returned to his camera and took more shots, of the now slick-bodied bitch standing with arms
shackled overhead, in several variations. Legs together, barefoot. Legs apart, with high heels. Panties slightly
pulled down revealing the top of the pubic turf. Panties pulled all the way down to her mid-thighs. Panties at
half-mast, bunched at her knees. Panties dangling around one ankle, resting artistically around a high heel and
arched foot. He even turned up the air-conditioning in the studio. The cold air helped her nipples to stay erect
and elongated. What a perfectionist.


To get the right shot, he took great care in positioning his exquisite model exactly the way he wanted. To get her
weight on the ball of her feet, he raised the chain up, stretching her lean nubile body toward the ceiling - pulling
already tired arms even tauter and higher. He knew that many of the clients would love a good view of her bare
underarms with her slender arms stretched taut above her head. He pulled the chain to one side forcing her body
to turn partially to create the illusion that she was twisting and struggling. Of course, there was always the option
of using a feather to tickle her to really make her twist and turn.


Joe paused at his camera, and went up to his nude model, helplessly strung up from her wrists, with her weight
on the balls of her feet and her soles barely touching the floor. As if that wasn't enough, he reached down to her
ankle, unbuckled one high heel and then pulled it off Grace's foot, eliciting a gasp of alarm from the girl. He
repeated with the other side, leaving her barefoot.


With the few inches of height gone, Grace found herself on her tip-toes, the strain on her outstretched arms
causing a terrible ache.


"Please Sir, I can't.. stand.." she pleaded.


"Stop whining," said Joe, "you're getting on my nerves."


Grace held her tongue, forcing herself to ignore the burning sensation in her tired muscles.


Joe continued taking his time to snap several more high resolution photographs - high resolution enough to
capture the thin sheen of perspiration forming on the girl's forehead, the minute dimples on her areola, and even
the hair follicles on her armpits.


Grace's calves were trembling from the effort of standing tip-toe, while her arms felt like they were ready to
dislocate from her shoulder joints.


Joe had paused his picture taking, contemplating something. He had detected the faint shadow of a light fuzz in
her armpits, indicating that she probably had not shaved for a few days. Should he do it for her there and then?
What would Nakamori want? There were both clients who liked to see the girls in the photo books totally devoid
of body hair, as well as some who wanted girls to be au naturel with a full bush or even requested to see their
armpit hair grow out. Nah, there was no time for shaving her. He continued taking more pictures, enjoying the
change in posture of his subject as the strain took its toll on her leg and arm muscles.


"Alright, costume time. Wanna help me change her?" said Joe, turning to Royston, who had just finished
crunching the last of his second apple.


"I already have," said Royston sardonically, getting up from the sofa.


When Grace was let down and released from her chains, she almost collapsed. Royston caught her, and sat her
down. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening as Royston dressed her patiently. By this time Grace
was mechanically going through the motions of whatever she was told.


When Royston stepped back, his bitch was wearing a mesh waist-cinching corset with three vertical strips of
studded leather running down the front, shiny black leather panties that were also studded on the perimeter,
matched with sheer wide-top stockings and garters. Combined with a heavy-duty studded collar sporting a big
ring at her throat (where a leash would snap on), and a pair of wrist-cuffs chained together such that she could
not spread her arms further than half an arm-length, this transformed his bitch into an exotic and sensuous vision
of a submissive Gothic vixen.


Judging by the look on the bitch's face as Joe focused the camera on her, she seemed to think the risqué corset -
which sort of covered her abdomen but left her tits exposed - more degrading than earlier photos where she was
stark naked. Indeed the mesh corset, which simultaneously hid and displayed her naked skin underneath, created
the juxtaposition between her constricted waist, and her freely exposed boobs, accentuating her womanly curves
unabashedly by pushing her naked bust up and out.


FLASH! FLASH!


"Hang on. Let's not forget the accessories."


Royston picked up a ball-gag from a chest, stepped behind her. "Look in front."


Joe could see the panic in Grace's eyes as Royston pushed the ball into her mouth behind the teeth, with the
straps going around the head to secure it in place.


"No.. no.. iilihhh," she protested.


With the piece of silicone forcing her mouth open, Grace found that while she could breathe once she calmed
down, since there were holes in the ball that allowed airflow, plenty of saliva was forming in her mouth. The ball
gag made it impossible for her to swallow her saliva, so it soon dribbled out from the holes in long webby strands.

Unconsciously she tried to wipe the saliva with the back of her hand but her chained wrists did not allow her to
lift her hand that far. There was nothing she could do as she salivated all over the place.


But of course, Joe didn't mind the bitch's drooling on her own body, using the opportunity to take some close-up
shots. Embarrassed at her inability to control her salivation, she tried to say something, but talking was of course
impossible too. She only succeeded in making unintelligible noises, worthy of an animal, which Joe ignored. The
ball gag was definitely a good physical reminder that nobody was interested to hear what bitches had to say.

FLASH! Another dozen photographs were taken, with variations of Grace's wrists cuffed to different parts of her
body, such as her ankles, and to the back of her collar behind her neck. She looked like a very obedient bitch
indeed.


"You've been a very good pet today, slut," said Royston to her. "I'm starting to like you. It seems that we can be
hospitable to each other."


--

For the next costume change, Grace wore a harness on her body.


It was like she was wearing some plastic flaps which were held together by a few straps and three metal rings,
displaying more of her body than covering it. In addition, she wore sheer lace-top stockings in striking purple.

Then her hands were bound together with rope.


"Sit on the sofa with your legs wide open," Royston instructed her.


He secured Grace's bound hands to an overhead chain suspended from the ceiling to prevent her from lowering
her arms. Then he tied Grace's ankles to the legs of the sofa on either side of her, keeping her legs spread apart.


As he put on the ball-gag on her once again, he told her, "Nakamori should be here any minute now. He will
enjoy being greeted by you in this scene I am sure."


He easily folded the flimsy flaps on her bosom, tucking them to the side, baring her tits to the camera once again.

Grace was once again, bound, tied and gagged in bondage display.


"We want more realism in this set of pictures though," he said mysteriously.


Moments later, Royston produced a strange looking object resembling a baton with a rounded top. Grace did not
know that this was the Hitachi Magic Wand, famed for delivering clitoral orgasms through its high-powered
vibrations.


He turned it on, and immediately a strong humming sound could be heard. Unlike the usual personal vibrators,
this thing packed a phenomenal punch compared to its weaker battery-operated cousins.


When Royston placed the rounded head of the wand against the flap which covered Grace's cunt, he was
immediately rewarded with a muffled squeal from Grace, as the girl tried in vain to avoid the insane assault on
her private parts. She could not budge her restraints as much as she tried to twist her body this way and that.


FLASH! FLASH!


"Excellent!" cried Joe, snapping his camera away.


"Mmmmmmggggggfffffff..." Grace cried through her ball gag. She only succeeded in making hollow
unintelligible noises, as the head of the heavy wand was rested against her crotch. The sensations running
through her pubic region drove her crazy. Royston would contact her pussy with the wand for ten seconds and
then lift it away, and then repeat again, allowing Joe to take as many pictures as he needed with the girl
squirming and screaming through the gag.


A minute later, Royston moved away with the wand, leaving Grace heaving and panting. Beads of perspiration
had already formed on her face. Her eyes were half-closed as her body recovered, but flew wide-open again when
Royston returned. In his hands were the two used condoms she had brought to the studio.


Grace flinched and uttered a muffled cry as he emptied the two balloons of semen on her face and her tits.


Joe continued snapping more photographs, clearly enthused with the composition of the picture he was getting
with sperm splashed and dripping all over his model's face and bosom, as Royston continued the onslaught on
her helplessly vulnerable pussy by pressing the huge wand head against her clit.


With her eyes shut in humiliating agony, Grace could only think of one thing on her mind. She heard Royston's
voice from the past days when she had lowered herself to the scum of the earth by begging him for permission to
orgasm:


"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.


"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's
runny semen in her mouth.


"And?"


"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she continued, her eyes downcast in
shame.


"Suck my cock, bitch," were his words to her. "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut," he told her. And
swallowed she did - she recalled tasting his hot viscous seed traveling down her gullet to her stomach, just as her
fingers worked her clit to the climax it so desperately sought while she was kneeling before her trainer. She was a
filthy cum-whore, now covered with the semen which she sucked from strangers' cocks just less than an hour ago,
where she was also kneeling on the sidewalk to perform her ignominious deed. The burning sensation on her
pussy now was an echo of how her fingers had been thrusting into her cunt feverishly in the past days, drawing
copious amounts of love moisture till she spent herself in front of him.


"Holy Smokes!" someone exclaimed.


Grace opened her eyes in surprise, and recognized the silhouette standing behind Royston, who had stopped the
wand and turned his head to see who had interrupted the scene. Nakamori had just arrived apparently, just in
time to see his semen-decorated slut on the path to an impending forced orgasm. But it wasn't Nakamori's voice
that Grace heard. It was the burly guy standing next to Nakamori. As she focused against the bright lights to
make out the features of the man's face - the man was unapologetically staring at her lewdly bound body - the
recognition that dawned in her eyes was accompanied by panic and utmost shame!


She wailed, with the ball-gag in her mouth, her only form of protest available. It was the burly man from the
shopping mall, the one with the hairy face that came into the men's toilet while she was being photographed
naked in there.


"Don't look at me!! No please.. don't look..." Grace screamed mostly in her head - what came out from her gag
were merely animal-like noises. She was overcome with distress that yet another man, someone she hardly knew,
was looking at her cum-covered body, in slut-display bondage. Even more so, at that moment, Royston pressed
the wand against her crotch, delivering an intense blast of vibrations to her cunt which had already started
lubricating against her will.


"Ken is here to see his porn starlet," announced Nakamori with a smile. "Would you believe I bumped into him
yesterday?"


Ken shook Royston's hand and Joe's hand, beaming. "Gee this is the first time I'm on a set like this! Hope you
don't mind me being here!"


"Oh no, not at all. Please feel free to look around," said Joe, "we're in the middle of a shoot, so pardon if Grace
can't shake your hand or greet you," he said with a grin.


"Well this is not a video shoot. Just a promotional photo-spread," said Nakamori. "Hey maybe you want to help
us with it?" Nakamori's head nodded toward the Hitachi magic wand that Royston was holding.


"Are you serious?!" Ken almost jumped for joy when Royston handed him the huge vibrator.


The three men - Royston, Nakamori, and Joe with his camera - stood back and watched as the burly Ken grabbed
the chance offered to him to use the wand on his idol.


Grace braced herself as the wide-eyed man descended on her with his hairy arm wielding the wand. "Do I just
stick it here?" he asked, pressing the wand's large head against her pubic mons, causing her to give a long
muffled scream.


"Excellent, just like that! Hold it there, hold it - " said Joe, focusing his camera. FLASH! FLASH!


"Are you sure she's ok?" said Ken, turning to look at Nakamori and Joe, "she's making an awful lot of noise."


"Don't worry mate - she's enjoying it," said Royston with a grin.


Grace pulled and pulled on her restraints, involuntarily crying out, as the jarring vibrations reverberated through
her pubic bone and entire pubic region. A trickle of cunt juice escaped down her thigh, which was immediately
noticed by her fan. "I can't wait for your film to be released!" he told her enthusiastically. Grace did not hear what
he said nor was she able to respond, for she was only conscious of the unbearable tension and stimulation in her
pelvic region that told her she was hovering on the verge of orgasm.


FLASH! "Done," said Joe, "we can move on to the next series."


Ken looked disappointed as he handed the wand back to Royston.


Over the next forty minutes, Grace was subjected to more extreme bondage in front of her new-found fan.


First Nakamori used a long length of rope to tie up her body. Rope bondage, he called it. The rope went around
her almost naked body several times, above and below her breasts, even between. The only thing she wore was
the sheer purple stockings which ran in several places after he was done. The rope bound her breasts tightly,
making them protrude out lewdly. Then he lifted one of her legs, and tied that as well, such that she only stood
on one leg, her other thigh suspended in a vulgar angle to display her pussy. Her ball-gag was swapped with a
dildo, which was somehow secured in her mouth also by the rope. Joe took a dozen pictures of her in this pose.


Then Nakamori stuck a dildo in her pussy, using the rope that bound her lower body to loop it around the handle
and hold it snugly in her orifice. Joe took some close-up shots of the twin dildos in her mouth and in her pussy.


To spice up things further, Royston offered Ken a chance to write some words on her body. These words would
appear in the photographs - kinda like a reverse autograph, since Ken would see the words he wrote, on his fav
starlet's body!


Unable to speak with the dildo still in her mouth, Grace could only quietly listen to the conversation on what to
stick into which orifice of her body and whether they had a permanent marker to write on her body


"Oh brother, that's such a great idea," Ken confessed. "But I don't know what to write!"


In the end, at Grace's suggestion (when Royston took out her gag to let her speak), her fan wrote the following
words with lipstick on her ass, thigh, and torso.


I LOVE S&M


FUCK ME


RAPE THIS PUSSY


Joe took more pictures from several angles. At this point, Ken took leave, albeit reluctantly as he had an
appointment. He exchanged some words with Nakamori and Royston, but Grace was so exhausted from having
her body twisted and bound in so many awkward positions that she was past the point of caring what was said.


Towards the end, it was a blur to Grace. She remembered two dildos being inserted into her pussy and up her ass,
while her body was still trussed up like a turkey, with her arms tied behind her back. The ropes bound her body
so tightly that movement was impossible; one length of rope extended from her navel down to her crotch and
back up like a g-string, except it was purposely made so tight that it crept up into her pussy lips and ass-crack.

The dildos were pushed into her orifices until the ends were secured in place by the rope. Both were vibrator
dildos, and were turned on simultaneously. She remembered how her saliva dripped from her open mouth
through the holes of her ball-gag onto her own naked body when she howled, and it was then when she finally
orgasmed that evening.


That was not the end of the shoot, as she hoped. Nakamori lent his expertise in Japanese rope bondage for the
final pose, binding Grace's petite body in such a way that her arms were straight but bound together behind her
back, her hands touching the back of her feet as her knees were bent fully such that her legs arched back. Using an
elaborate setup of ropes, her whole body was horizontally suspended from the ceiling, at about waist height from
the floor, with the front of her body facing the floor and her head facing forward.


Shortly after, Royston and Nakamori left the studio for the night, leaving Joe to finish up the shoot. An early
game of golf the next day, Nakamori had said. Joe took several more pictures of her with a large dildo stuffed in
her mouth.


---


Author's note: 1. Pictures illustrating the poses of the shoot available upon request. 2. The use of a gag on anyone
is risky due to inhibition of breathing and may cause asphyxia, especially if the subject is ill or has a cold.
Vomiting and choking is also a risk, which further blocks the airway. A gagged subject should never be left alone.


CHAPTER 16 (MF, nc, rape)

=========================


So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body


And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow


--


The following day, Grace’s body was aching. Nevertheless, she was busy in the mailroom. By trying to keep
herself busy, she avoided thinking about what happened the previous evening.


Royston knew where Grace was because he had cleverly tapped on a security camera in the office and routed a
copy of the signal to his personal computer. He could watch the image of the mailroom as captured by the
security camera, right on his screen. He observed how Tony was periodically stopping in his work to watch Grace,
like a hawk watching its prey.


Royston also knew that under that designer office wear, Grace was wearing sexy lingerie. He laughed, as he
entertained a thought that Tony’s eyes would pop out of his socket if he saw Grace’s crotchless panties
underneath that micro-skirt she was wearing. Royston wondered if he should have Grace work in the mailroom
sitting on a low-stool, which would give Tony plenty of opportunities.


Perhaps he would even have Grace ask Tony if he'd like to take her out for dinner after work. Tony wasn’t
married, and while he fantasized about women, he rarely if ever, goes out with any, as they all reject his requests.
With an office hottie like Grace asking him if he'd like to go out, it would be his opportunity of a lifetime. It
would be fun to have Grace invite Tony going back into her hotel room with him and get him into her bed. He
would instruct her to seduce Tony by asking him to lick her cunt. She would allow him to do whatever he wanted
sexually with her. To encourage the right things to happen, Royston would relieve her of her panties and bra
before she went out on the date with Tony. Royston smiled, thinking of the possibilities.


Grace bent down and retrieved the stack of mail from the bin, wobbling on her high heels. A smart looking
business suit was delivered to her hotel room that morning. The skirt was short as usual. There were panties, but
wearing it made her feel more naked then if she wasn’t wearing one. No wonder the bellboy Steve who delivered
the clothes to her had such a wide grin on his face. When she answered the door in her see-through black nightie,
she already noticed the hardon in his pants.


Letting him into her room, he had quickly showed her the folded panties in a paper bag, and asked for a handjob
as his condition for handing the undergarment over. She had readily agreed, not realizing it was a pair of
crotchless panties. With her fist wrapped around his erect tool, she had worked it in a fast, blurry motion, ending
very quickly with Steve spilling his morning seed around her closed fingers. Satiated, he had handed over the bag,
obviously enjoying the shock on her face when she realized that her bare pussy showed through the gap where
the crotch panel of the panties should have been ! Still, she had no choice but to wear it. Not wearing the clothes
she was given to wear would result in repercussions, as stated clearly in her contract she signed with Royston.


As Grace slotted the first of the many letters into the mailboxes, she felt very conscious of her micro skirt which
had an annoying tendency to ride up her thighs. The fact that her pussy was feeling the cold air reminded her
that her panties did not cover her pussy at all. To make things worse, Tony was also slotting letters into mailboxes
at the same time. There wasn’t that much space between the mailboxes and the wall behind – only about an arm’s
length. Last week when she here, the same thing happened – Tony was also busy slotting stuff into mailboxes. He
would constantly move behind her to get to the mailboxes on the other side – as he did so, he would brush
against her bum due to the narrow space. After the first few times it happened where it seemed almost accidental,
it had gotten to a point that he was practically rubbing himself on her each time he passed behind her. Grace
could not say anything for she wasn’t sure if Tony was in on her blackmail and did not want to risk pissing off
either Tony or Royston.


Grace continued slotting her letters mechanically, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being in the
vicinity of this creepy man. Her mind wandered to the events of last night, when her last photography pose
involved a choice. For the final set of pictures, she would be suspended from the ceiling by an array of ropes, and
she was told she could choose between having a large dildo in her mouth OR a real cock in her mouth. After the
long photography session which saw her being chained, bound, gagged, and masturbated against her will, it was
certainly a choice which she did not think through, and instinctively answered from sheer exhaustion.


Tony pretended to be busy in the small mailroom. He was secretly checking out the goddess in his domain. Why
was she here again? She had been here so often. She always gave the excuse that Royston asked her to work in the
mailroom. Is she trying to flirt with him? Tony felt his cock growing hard under his jeans as he stared at her bare
legs and thrust out butt on those impossibly high heels that emphasized her taut calves.


He remembered the titillating pictures he had seen of her. The goddess on her knees. Wearing a bathing suit so
tiny there was almost nothing left to reveal. She was a trollop, whoring her body to clients no doubt, so that they
might give business to her. His cock pushed against the front of his jeans, recalling vividly the photograph of her
topless with her wrists tied to a rope from the ceiling. She did it for the money, he told himself. The whore.


The gangly thin man thrusted a flyer into a mailbox, but it did not quite go where it was intended. The aim was
off since he was trying to look down the front of Grace’s blouse from the corner of his eyes. The flyer dropped to
the floor. Tony squatted down to pick it up. Before his hand touched the flyer on the floor, his eyes had already
left the flyer, and were looking up Grace’s skirt.


His heart jumped into his mouth when he saw her furry snatch nestled between those ivory white thighs.

Instantly, his cock hardened to a painful erection, so hard that it felt like it was going to burst through the denim
material. Fuck, that’s Miss Grace’s twat he was looking at! The hot little twat whose musky scent he had smelled
on the vibrator he had found in her desk drawer. The slut.


Finally, his lust for her had overcome his inhibitions, and Tony found himself reaching for Grace’s pert ass.


Grace was slotting another letter, oblivious to the effect she was causing on Tony, and unaware that he was
looking up her skirt for the last half minute. Suddenly Grace felt a hand between her inner thighs, cupping her
sex. Grace squealed in shock as she felt Tony’s body behind her, contacting her back and ass. His hand was
caressing her naked pussy, his fingers feeling her cunt lips !


“I – I – can’t stand it anymore Miss Grace! It is too much for you to tempt me like that!!” proclaimed the mailroom
clerk, as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Grace screamed as he grabbed her with his free arm, and his
other hand struggled to free his rock-hard erection, barely inches away from the sweet home that was her hot
naked snatch. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into the cute little cunt that had been paraded so shamelessly in
front of him, barely covered by the slutty excuse for a suit.


Royston was watching on his screen in amusement. He had engineered this with Nakamori, but it was going
faster than he thought it would.


Nakamori had wanted for Grace to tease the hell out of the guy that in the end she had to submit to his lust on her
own without Royston explicitly instructing her to. He believed Grace could be trained to not say no to men who
made sexual advances to her, a true mark of a submissive slut. Well the plan for Grace to seduce Tony was
defunct now that it looks like Tony had made the first move.


Grace struggled as Tony trapped her from behind with one arm around her small waist. Being of a small frame,
she was easily pushed against the wall by him. On those heels that kept her out of balance, she could not push
back against the lanky man. While Tony was not really a muscular guy, the lust in his loins made him strong
enough to overpower the petite Grace.


“Why – why you fighting m-me Miss Grace! I know your c-cunt wants it. I know your smell- your cunt j-juice
smell. This is wh-what you want, yes?” the crazed man said, spreading her legs forcibly behind her as he pushed
her against the wall in that narrow space. Grace felt a sickening sensation that simultaneously struck a deep chord
of terror in her – how she was standing was a similar position to when she was raped in the office by Mr Shih, her
supervisor that she once respected.


Grace glimpsed Tony’s unsheathed erection jutting out from the open fly of his jeans, and cried out in terror, “No,
no!!”


Not in the habit of wearing underwear, the gangly clerk only had to unzip his jeans to access his tool, all ready to
enter Miss Grace’s hot slot.


After all that constant teasing from Grace retrieving files in his library, wearing the slutty short skirts, tight
figure-hugging blouses, and showing off her leg and ass, Tony could bear it no longer – he was going to fuck sexy
Grace, even if they were both standing in that cramped space in the mailroom. Clearly this was what she wanted,
even if she was pretending to resist now. She had obviously come to his mailroom showing her bare pussy to him
knowing he would be looking up her skirt!


With a loud tearing sound, his hands under her blouse ripped off her bra. Grace thrashed about wildly, but it did
not help. Tony grabbed her breasts from behind, pulling her towards him hard, his erect cock homing in on her
prized snatch.


Losing her balance, Grace fell a step back. “Owww!!” cried Tony, as her high heel dug into his left shoe, causing
an excruciating pain to shoot through his foot. The momentary distraction was sufficient to enable Grace to twist
free of his hold, and she took off as quickly as she could.


--


Moments later, Grace was hyperventilating in the elevator, her hair somewhat disheveled.


Then it all came back to her. The enormous stress of her near rape by Tony had unblocked the memory that she
had tried to erase about last night’s photography shoot. It came back in flashes, like puddles being disturbed by
the first falling drops of a thunderstorm.


After Nakamori put her in the hanging blowjob position, a question was posed to her. Royston asked if she
preferred to have a dildo in her mouth or her Owner’s cock. She chose the dildo. Nakamori and Royston left
shortly, leaving Joe to continue taking the pictures of her with the dildo in her mouth. The ropes contorted her
body in an impossible triangle – body facing the floor, tits pointing down, her arms and legs trussed up behind
her to meet at the apex of the triangle.


“You should have begged your Owner to put his cock in your mouth when were offered that opportunity,
Grace.” Joe told her. He pulled out the dildo from her mouth, looking at her saliva which coated it and dripped to
the floor.


Joe walked out of Grace’s line of sight. She had taken a sharp intake of breath when moments later she felt a
momentary pain – from Joe jamming the dildo into her naked pussy. Because her pussy was already lubricated, it
slid easily in. As she learnt later, in the position she was in, a sub would be helpless to move, while the bondage
artist had free access to her mouth and pussy from the front and back.


Grace’s arms and legs were numb from the awkward position she was in. Joe continued talking while he snapped
more pictures of her immobilized body. She could not recall what he said.


After what seemed forever, she had felt the dildo being withdrawn from her full pussy. Then another sensation.
Something else warm filled her, replacing the dildo in her cunt. It was Joe’s cock.


He fucked her pussy, with slow deliberate thrusts.


“Fuck, you’re tight!” he grunted, slamming into her. She heard her own futile cries as she was fucked mercilessly.


Grace’s tears ran down her face in the elevator now, as it did last night when she realized she was being raped.
After allowing her to scream for her first fuck by him last night, Joe had stuffed the dildo back in her mouth and
taped it with duct-tape, before he raped her again.


“Thought you escaped old Joe last time EH? “ he said. His cock pounded into her defenseless pussy, eliciting
muffled noises from her taped mouth. “Well, Nat is NOT AROUND to save your ass this time, BITCH. Fuck, your
tiny cunt feels SO hot!”


“UMMFFF..” Her body jerked with the force of the thrust.


As Joe humped her from behind, she could only see their shadows moving on the floor.


“UUMMMFF…” her muffled cry was barely audible. With each violent thrust against her small frame, Grace
cried out from behind her dildo-gag.


“UHHMMF…. UMMMFF…” Again and again he thrusted in and out of her.


“You enjoyed yourself didn’t you, when Natasha punished you? Shit, that was no punishment!” he said, pausing
to get a better grip on her hips.


“How do you like it now when Uncle Joe punishes you EH?” He slammed into her hole to make his point, his
hand pulling her hair at the back of her head toward him to ensure he fucked her deep and hard.


“UHMMMFF..” Grace moaned. Unable to fight back, Grace could only sob as her rapist continued assaulting her
body.


Occasionally he would pause to talk to her, and grind his hips against her pelvis while fully impaling her on his
cockshaft.


“You looked so fuckalicious just now with the semen splashed all over you. You fucking whore, begging for
blowjobs on the street, ” he reached out and grabbed a tit, tugging on her erect nipple mercilessly. “Begging
random men to donate fresh hot sperm to you. I bet you were turned on by it, little whore. You’re born to be a
whore, I can tell.”


“You enjoyed yourself so much sucking cock that you were late… fifteen minutes, Grace… This.. is your..
punish..ment!” Joe uttered, as his pounding strokes increased in urgency. “You want Uncle Joe to visit your hotel
room every night to feed you semen? A daily diet of fresh spunk, yes?” He paused again, and pulled her head
back, tearing off the duct tape and pulling out the dildo from her mouth in a swift motion.


“Long OVERDUE lesson… if you ask.. me!” said Joe. His pelvic thrust sank his shaft deep and hard into Grace’s
unprotected cunt, with his hands squeezing her blood-engorged breasts in tandem. The noise she made was part
squeal and part moan, music to his ears. He was enjoying every moment in treating Grace as a fuck puppet, using
his heavy body to hammer her petite frame, watching himself defile her young supple body. The fact that she
was all tied up, helpless, and her flexible body contorted by the ropes into the obscene position, her holes
available to him, increased his excitement.


Finally..


“BITCH you have the.. TIGHTEST, hottest snatch …I ever fucked … – Ahhh, Joe’s going to cum in you NOW.. are
you ready??”


“Nooooooo, please don’t cum in me!” cried Grace.


“PUSSY or MOUTH, BITCH !” Joe gave a final thrust and a loud groan.


Grace could not bear the thought of her rapist ejaculating in her pussy, so she spat out the answer - the disgusting
answer that sickened her to the pit of her stomach, “M-mouth Sir.. my mouth!”


Joe of course, obliged. “YYYYYESSSSSS – OH YES… YOU NASTY CUM WHORE…” he moaned, his fist working
furiously to deposit his cum-load of steaming semen into her grateful mouth. “Ohh, Joe has given you what you
asked for. Swallow it all baby.. yes… swallow it all…”


Grace did so, her throat accepting the hot sticky spunk of yet another man, blinking her tears away.


“OHHH…” Joe’s body shivered in pleasure as his last spasm forced the last few droplets of cum out onto Grace’s
tongue. “Lick me clean, bitch… yes…”


Joe finally released her from her bonds, let her down and gave her clothes back. Grace was silent, cognizant of the
smell and taste of his cum in her mouth. When she had dressed herself, she asked, without looking into his eye,

“Does Royston know?”


“He has this for you.” Joe said, putting a blue bead into her hand, laughing. “Does that answer your question?”


--


As the vile memory of her rape by Joe came crashing down on her, Grace found that her legs could no longer
support her weight anymore. She sank down to the floor of the elevator, sobbing uncontrollably.


Not only did she ask her rapist to come in her mouth, Royston also allowed Joe to do this. How could he? Of
course he could! She was just a slut.. to be used by men! She deserved to be raped. No it isn’t rape when she
asked for it. Her mouth was public property. Her pussy was the private property of her Owner. How about
Tony? She was nearly raped by him too. Did Nakamori give him permission to use her pussy? She was just
fifteen minutes late, how could they do this to her? It isn’t rape because she agreed to be their slave, to do
everything they asked. She was their whore. If she willingly had sex with everyone they wanted her to, there is no
rape. She was just a whore, a whore that would have sex with anyone. She would never be raped again then. Wait,
a whore gets paid. She was a slut, a slut who would have sex with anyone and anything. Sluts don’t need to be
paid, sluts just get fucked.


Grace let out a scream in the elevator.

CHAPTER 17 (MF,molest,forced orgasm)

===================================


If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho

In the hotel or in the back of the rental

On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into



** THREE DAYS LATER


Grace jumped as the rough fingers touched her labia lips. They massaged them gently, prising them open softly,
until a lone finger dipped into the honey pot, sliding up and down the slit which was slightly moist. The finger
probed deeper into the folds – before she was accustomed to it, it probed deeper, causing her to arch her back, lift
her calves and stand on her toes. Very soon the finger was fully sunk, all the way to the knuckle, buried in her
fuck hole.


Mr Scruffy pushed his finger in and out while his thumb made little circles on her clit, dancing lightly on the ultra
sensitive button of flesh, engorged and stimulated. Grace made involuntary gurgling noises as she realized she
was being slowly finger-fucked, on the crowded bus, full of people around her. As Mr Scruffy’s free arm sneaked
below her loose tee and grabbed her breast, the firm fingers grasping her teat, Grace could feel herself hitting the
edge. The fingers pulled on her teat, squeezing her taut nipple, releasing a jolt of intense pleasure that made her
other nipple rock hard. She hung on the edge, a precarious balance of abysmal guilt and heavenly ecstatic
pleasure.


She turned her head to look into Royston’s direction, her eyes pleading for help, but she got none. While Grace
stood on the most crowded part of the bus platform, he was standing a distance away, far enough that Grace
could not talk to him and nobody would guess they were together, but close enough for him to have a clear view
of what was happening.


--


This morning, Royston had her meet him at the park. While he wore a nice suit, like he was going to work, she
wore a loose tee with a pink bra, and a beach skirt. “Why are we here, Sir?” she asked.


“It’s your punishment for cumming without permission the other day,” he said with a broad smile.


They walked around the park for a little, like he was searching for something. Finally they stopped in front of a
park bench in front of a jogging path, shaded by a row of trees. “Here’s a good spot,” he said, “Sit down.”


Grace sat down without question. Standing in front of her, he said, “Alright, take off your panties and hand it to
me.”


Grace blinked for a second, then reached under her skirt, got her thumbs under the elastic band, and took off her
panties. She handed the pink thongs to Royston, just as a jogger went by on the path behind Royston.


“Good. Now for the first part of your punishment you’ll just gonna sit here. And every three minutes, you will lift
up your tee with both hands, and open your legs for five seconds. If the coast is clear, good for you, it shouldn’t
be a problem. If it’s not, tough luck, you just got to do it while you think they’re not watching. Lifting your tee
means lifting it high enough to bare your tits – I want that bottom edge of your tee to touch your chin, and while
you do so, you spread your legs wide. Is that clear?”


“Yes Sir,” she said glumly.


“I’m going to be checking on you from a distance now. So don’t goof off. Five full seconds. If it’s not five full
seconds, you repeat it. Every three minutes on your watch, which is the same time as mine. If you do this well,
you will get to wear your panties for the second part of the punishment later. Now spread your legs like you will
be doing it later.”


Grace opened her thighs while seated on the bench.


“Wider. I want to see that pussy with my binocs later.”


She spread her legs wider.


“Yes, show your muff. That’s the way girl. Make sure your legs are this wide later.”


He started to walk away. Then he turned back. “Oops, forgot something. Take off your bra now and hand it to
me.”


Grace took off her pink bra under her tee, and reluctantly handed it over.


“Good, the time starts now,” he said, walking away.


--


Unknown to Grace, Royston was meeting with someone on the second floor of a nearby building while she was
sitting on the park bench, exhibiting herself periodically.


The man was wearing almost the same scruffy overalls as the previous time Royston saw him. It wasn’t difficult
for Royston to find Mr Scruffy again on the same peak hour bus, squeezing with young women taking the bus to
work, his hands busily roaming. What was more difficult was to get Mr Scruffy to meet him at the park –
naturally, the man was suspicious when Royston introduced himself as the boyfriend of the lady whom he was
enamored with on the bus last time.


“So what is this about?” the man said, squinting his eyes at Royston, who was standing beside the window on the
second floor. “It’d better be good,” he said.


“You won’t regret it, I promise you,” replied Royston.


“You mentioned your girlfriend. You said her name …Grace was it?” said Mr Scruffy.


“Yes. Do you remember her on the bus? I saw you looking at her several times,” said Royston.


“Dude, I look at so many chicks, I can’t recall which one is yours.”


“She’s actually sitting on the park bench nearby. You can see her from here,” Royston said, beckoning the man to
the window.


From the window facing the park, they could spot Grace easily a distance away through the trees, but it was
impossible for Grace to see if there was anyone at the window. Royston handed Mr Scruffy the pair of binoculars
in his hands, who took it without hesitation.


“Oh yes, I remember her now,” said Mr Scruffy with a grin. “So what? God she looks hot in that outfit… Hope
you don’t mind my words buddy, but you said you weren’t the jealous type.” He continued peering through the
binoculars.


“No, I don’t mind. In fact, the reason why I asked you here is to request your help with a little problem we have,”
he said.


“Problem? Hey dude, you look like a nice man, but I don’t know if you’re thinking straight. Do I look like a
relationship counselor or sumthing ?” said Mr Scruffy, putting down the binoculars, and pointing to his overalls.


“Just hear me out, okay,” said Royston, “you see, asking you down here was actually her idea.”


“Her idea?”


“Yes, you see, my girlfriend Grace…. I love her and all, but she’s into… exhibitionism.”


Mr Scruffy couldn’t talk for a second, then he spluttered out ,”Cool, dude!”. He had a grin and puzzled look on
his face. “You mean she likes to flash?” he scratched his head. “What’s the problem again?”


“She can’t get sexually aroused, without flashing,” continued Royston in a serious tone. “As you can imagine,
that is a delicate problem that I don’t really want to make it known..”


“Get outta here!” said Mr Scruffy. The look on his face told Royston that he was half believing and half not. He
wanted to believe the hottie he saw on the bus got off on displaying her body.


“Look, if you don’t believe me, just keep looking thru the binocs,” he said.


“Shit,” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “Your chick just bared her tits and pussy while sitting on
that bench. Fuck me.”


“Yes as you can see, my girlfriend is an exhibitionist slut, “ Royston said, with a sigh. “I am finding it harder and
harder to satisfy her exhibitionist urges. Grace likes to have sex in public places. Leaves her bathroom window
open when she showers, wears cocktail dresses without any underwear, you know. To make things worse, this
does not excite her enough anymore recently.”


Mr Scruffy was now looking at and listening to Royston very intently.


“It was her idea for me to approach you because she noticed you staring at her in the bus. I am supportive of this
idea, because like I said, I don’t want anybody that we know, to know about this. We don’t know you, and you
don’t know us, and it can stay this way.”


“Exactly what do you have in mind?” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes bulging.


“Grace would like you to get her off on the bus,” Royston replied. From his pants pocket, he pulled out a pair of
pink panties balled up in his palm. “She wants to get off on you rubbing her pussy on the bus.”


---


Royston returned to the park bench where he had left Grace. He told her what he thought of her performance of
the punishment given to her.


“There was an elderly couple who was walking past right in front of me!” she protested.


She had lifted her tee to bare her tits and spread her legs every three minutes dutifully like he instructed. That
was ten times over the last half an hour, each time an agonizing ordeal for her as she worried about the cyclist or
jogger that may come down that path while she exhibited herself for all to see. She was lucky that seven times out
of the ten, nobody was around. Twice there were joggers who appeared around the corner of the path while she
was displaying her tits and muff, causing her to double-up in embarrassment, quickly pulling her tee down. No
sooner than they ran past her, still in her line of sight, that she quickly flipped up her tee again and spread her
thighs. Then that was that one time, when her watch indicated it was time for her to do her five second display.

Before she could do so, she noticed the elderly couple approaching on the path. They even smiled at her, and she
smiled back. As soon as they walked by, she bared her private parts again shamelessly, hoping the eight seconds
she counted would compensate for the lateness for that time.


Evidently Royston didn’t think so.


When she found out they were boarding a bus for the second part of the punishment, she could not bear the
thought of wearing such a short skirt on the bus, without panties.


Royston remarked, “That’s not my problem kiddo. I’m not saying you did bad. You did quite well surprisingly.

But still not good enough that I would give you back your panties for the second part of the punishment.”


“That’s not fair!” she insisted, “please, Sir.”


He glared at her, saying, “You know I don’t like bargaining. Since you like to wear panties so much, tell you what,
I will let you wear panties on the bus. In return, you have to put this in your cunt, while you are on the bus.”


He produced a dildo. Unlike the dildo’s Grace has seen before, this was made of a jelly-like translucent substance.


“Grip it with your vaginal muscles,” he told her.


Grace agreed to board the bus with the jelly dildo in her pussy, not realizing that it was also a high tech sex toy
that doubled as a vibrator. And like many of the other vibrators that Royston used on her, this one also came with
a wireless remote control, something which she would find out very soon.


--


The bus was getting crowded. Royston was glad to get a seat, while Grace stood a short distance away where he
could watch her unobstructed. With his hand on the remote control in his pocket earlier, he religiously delivered
a barrage of vibrations to her cunt every thirty seconds, watching her squirm. Whenever a man brushed past the
standing Grace or squeezed through behind her, he was also sure to soup up the vibrator to maximum, causing
her knees to nearly buckle.


It was at the eighth bus-stop after they got onto the bus outside the park when Royston gave up his seat, grabbed
her arm, and moved them to the back of the bus, which was jammed pack with commuters who liked to stay
close to the exit. He had also extracted the jelly dildo-vibrator from her lubricating cunt and dropped it into her
designer handbag. The extraction caused a tiny dribble of juices to run down her inner thigh – she could feel it,
inching down her skin of her bare leg, toward her anklet of shameful beads.


Grace’s pink panties were rolled up around her wrist. Royston kept his end of his bargain by letting her wear her
panties on the bus – not on her pussy, but on her wrist.


At some point, Grace felt someone pressing into her. First she assumed the person was getting off the bus, so she
moved her body forward, but the man behind stayed close, pressing his body even closer to her. She turned her
head but could not see him because she was sandwiched in between two other passengers. It was a matter of time
before she felt her skirt being lifted behind, and her bare butt being fondled. She was tempted to scream, but she
saw Royston put a finger on his lips, instructing her to be quiet.


Now the finger of an unknown man was knuckle deep in her cunt, wriggling like some animal, burrowing into
her deepest darkest desires, lighting a spark of guilty pleasure as it brushed past her sensitive clit. Simultaneously,
two more fingers joined the first, plunging deep into the squishy velvety walls of her pussy, causing another
intense burst of pleasure in her loins as the rough palm pressed into her engorged little sex organ packed with a
thousand nerves. She kept her mouth shut, enduring the violation as her eyes made contact with Royston
standing a short distance away. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he did nothing, as if he was there to watch her
being sexually violated.


Grace was surprised that the stranger’s hand had groped her bare ass and touched her labia lips so soon after the
jelly dildo was slickly extracted by Royston – just when she was already heady with the vaginal and clitoral
stimulations. Then again, she practically asked for it, so she shouldn’t be surprised. A slut dressed like she was,
without bra or panties in a congested public place with hardly any elbow room. She was already hanging near the
edge, and then the hand found its way to her needy cunt – like it had somehow known this slut was close to
getting off on the public bus.


Since she did not have the luxury of having panties to cover her private parts, Grace had to grip the phallus-
shaped jelly dildo with her vaginal muscles to hold it inside of her earlier on. There was a protrusion from the
main jelly shaft that lightly pressed against her clitoral hood. When the vibrations turned on, the protrusion
transferred the vibrations from the core shaft buried deep in her pussy also to the sensitive bud of her clit. It was
thanks to this contraption that Grace’s first orgasm in a crowded public place was already imminent before Mr
Scruffy lent a hand. But for Grace, it was the dirty, shamefully raw and intensely degrading sensation of having
someone’s fingers in her unprotected cunt, finger-banging her against her will on a crowded bus full of people
that brought it crashing down like a bolt of electricity through her spine.


She arched her back in a silent scream that froze time for a split second. Then the forbidden orgasm arrived in a
crescendo of waves that crashed repeatedly against the shores of wanton release, breaking all her social notions of
grace and civilized behavior. Grace’s body shook as she spent herself in the presence of people around, a
stranger’s fingers deep-fucking her pussy relentlessly to her shameful climax. Her body slumped back against the
man who just assaulted her, all her muscles going soft. She felt her legs giving way.


“Hey, did you see that?” someone whispered to a fellow commuter. Grace nearly came again as she felt the
fingers sliding out of her juiced-up pussy. For a split second, she wondered if someone’s cock might take their
place.


“Yes I think she just had an orgasm.. unbelievable,” the whispered response came back. Grace slowly came to,
finding herself sitting on the floor of the bus. She was vaguely aware of Royston’s imposing figure over her,
pulling her up with his strong hands from her underarms. She blushed deep crimson as she realized that many
eyes were on her – eyes who witnessed an exhibitionist slut cumming on the bus. A shameless whore who spent
herself on a stranger’s fingers.

CHAPTER 18 (MF,bondage,toys,humiliation)


========================================




I tried my best to feed her appetite


Keep her coming every night


So hard to keep her satisfied


Kept playing love like it was just a game


--






Grace shifted uncomfortably on her feet, as more people entered the elevator on the way down. As instructed by
Royston, she had cherry lipstick, dark eye shadow and mascara applied just minutes ago. But that was not the
reason she felt uncomfortable, certainly not the tight fitting executive blouse and skirt she had on, nor the very
tall heels which forced her to walk with a deliberate strut.




This morning when she came to work and reported to Royston’s office, he had locked the door and made her take
off her blouse. Then off came her balconette bra. With a length of hemp rope which he produced from his desk, he
had proceeded to loop it around her bosom four times, twice above her boobs and twice below. This he told her,
were instructions from her owner Nakamori, who wanted her to get used to the feeling of being bound. While
Grace have been bound numerous times in her photography shoot at Nakamori’s associate’s studio, it was only
for the duration of the shoot. Now she would be trained to accept bondage for longer hours. This would start
with her breasts, in the office. As she moved about the company that whole day, she would do so with her breasts
bounded tightly by the rope, under her blouse.




The fact that she was wearing a white blouse was bad luck for her then, but good luck for anyone with a keen eye
if Grace happened to stand near the window in the office with the bright sun outside. The darker color of the rope
could be discernible under the material of the blouse if one stared hard enough.




Her bare nipples rubbing on the front of her tight fitting blouse also made her nervous. If Royston had her take
minutes for any meetings today held in the conference room, there was a good chance the cold air conditioning in
the conference room would make her nipples erect.



Still, this was not the reason why she felt uncomfortable in the elevator on the way down to the ground floor of
the building. Earlier Royston had asked her to bring him coffee. As usual, while there was an elevator available,
she had to walk down the staircase near Royston’s office to the pantry. This staircase overlooked the main foyer
of the office and served busy executives and secretaries who did not want to wait for the main building elevator
and who would rather walk to save time going between the upper and lower floor. In Grace’s case, she would
rather not take the staircase for two reasons. Firstly, due to the rising hemlines of the skirts she wore to the office,
it was hard not to attract attention from male colleagues who lingered at the bottom of the staircase, hoping to
catch a glimpse of her panties. Secondly, the six inch heels made normal walking already a balancing act, let alone
carrying coffee cups or document folders up the staircase. Her face turned red at the recent memory when she
tripped and had to be helped up by a few male colleagues while stifling her near vibrator-induced orgasm.


The feeling of the rope binding her breasts, underneath her blouse as she carried the coffee from the pantry up the
staircase to Royston’s office felt strange indeed. She felt strangely subservient, and simultaneously an unsettling
sense of euphoria mixed with fear. Euphoria that nobody else besides herself and Royston knew that underneath
her blouse she was not wearing a bra, and that her breasts were not just naked but bound by rope under those
office clothes. That she had no control over her body, and how her breasts were protruding lewdly between those
ropes. Fear that Royston would cause her to accidentally or intentionally display her secret. Imagining the
shocked look on any of her co-worker’s face if she opened her blouse wide made her heart thump. They would
know at that instant that Grace was a shameless bondage slut.



Unfortunately for her, Royston was not happy with the cup of coffee that she brought up to him from the pantry.
The coffee was not hot, he complained. She would be sent across the street to the sandwich shop to buy a fresh
cup of brewed coffee for him. To make sure she understood it was punishment, she would not be making the trip
unencumbered.



Royston however, liked to fuck around with her mind, so he told her that she could choose to either wear panties
or not, when she was out to buy coffee. He told her he preferred that he kept her panties with him, so she
wouldn’t dally out there too long, but that if she chose to keep her panties, they would come at a price. Looking at
the white skirt which covered only mid-way to her thigh, he knew that Grace would choose panties given that
she was already feeling insecure going out to the street braless with her breasts bound. What was the price? She
would have to bring another two items with her to buy the coffee.




Remembering how she was tricked to take the bus with panties worn only on her wrist two days ago, Grace said
she would choose to wear panties, only if she was allowed to wear it the normal way. After all she reasoned what
could be so bad about bringing two more items with her to the sandwich shop. Something embarrassing to
humiliate her again? Vibrator? Nobody would see the items she would be carrying, he reassured her, and it’s not
a vibrator. And so, she chose to wear panties.




After applying her lipstick, dark eye-shadow and mascara (in a bid to make her look as sluttish as possible),
Grace returned to Royston’s office and was told to put her hands on his table. He walked around the table to
stand behind her, and lifted her skirt up to her waist in an unhurried fashion. Grace could not see what he was
holding. With a forceful tug which made Grace gasp out in alarm, he pulled down her red thong panties. All the
way down her thighs, almost reaching her knees. For an instant Grace wondered if Royston was finally going to
fuck her. Then he showed it to her, holding it in front of her face. A smooth ivory colored object with a flange at
the end. Grace did not recognize it, but it was a butt plug.




Royston had her coat it with her saliva, as he held it in front of her face, letting her tongue do the work. Spreading
her thighs further, he inserted the butt plug slowly but surely up her anal passage. In doing so he caused Grace to
protest feebly, but she did not dare to make more than a peep for fear of being heard by other people walking
along the corridor outside Royston’s office.




In part, Nakamori wanted to prepare her physically, to dilate her anus for the acts of sodomy to which she will be
subjected. But more importantly, it was clearly intended to make her aware of her status, as someone who will be
used for others’ pleasure regardless of her own. The plugs are meant to open her in the fullest sense, get her
receptive to the idea that she will be taken at will by the men who own her.




As her trainer, Royston took great pleasure in picking what would be Grace’s first butt plug from Nakamori’s
extensive collection. There was one that looked like a chewy pacifier, and another that bore a strong resemblance
to a toy for dogs called the Kong. There was a diamond-shaped plug, a copper-colored plug with bumps and
ripples, and a tacky pink silicone plug molded into the likeness of the baby Jesus (someone’s lame idea for a joke
apparently about feeling the Lord inside you). There was a plug that was inflatable much like a blow-up doll, a
stainless steel plug that would feel like a barbell in the girl’s behind, several hand-carved wooden plugs and even
a clear acrylic plug that acted as a magnifying glass once it gets inside. In the end, he picked an ivory plug for
Grace – it looked simple, but was special in its way.




Grace felt the incredible feeling of fullness enter her, discomforting sensation of being increasingly stretched as
the plug was inserted slowly.



Royston noticed her involuntarily bated breath from her not knowing when the stretching will stop, only to
terminate in a whimper of surprise as the widest part is reached, and her sphincter lovingly snugged in around
the neck of the plug.



He reflected that Grace being penetrated by a plug would give her the physical feeling of being opened up, but
rather than a sense that her anus is filled or blocked, the psychological effect on her was to awake her awareness
of how available she is, both physically and emotionally. The plug would help bring her to a state of mind where
the last vestiges of resistance, all thoughts of closing herself, of keeping anything in, have been extinguished.



Once in place, the flange that sticks out will of course keep the ass-cheeks slightly spread, and will rub against
them as she walks, making it impossible for her to keep her mind off the anal violation nor deny the self betrayal
of her anal sphincter holding in the butt plug.



“Your butt plug is the first object you have to carry to buy the coffee,” Royston told her.



“Here’s the second object,” he continued. Opening a velvet case, he took out three small silver balls, each about
three quarters of an inch in diameter, connected by a string.



“Do you know what these are?” he asked Grace.



“No Sir!” she confessed, eyes wide.



“You will today,” he said, “very intimately so.”




They were called benwa balls, with roots in the orient, probably Japan. The Chinese knew them as jade eggs,
while others called them Burmese bells, but whatever form they come in, the idea was to insert them into the
vagina for subtle stimulation throughout the day, although they were sometimes used during intercourse as well.


A woman’s vagina was forced to flex in order to hold the weighted balls inside her, and this created a pleasurable
feeling as they rolled about inside the wearer as she continued her daily activities. As a bonus, with the constant
flexing of the vaginal muscles, this increased blood flow to that area, causing most women to be aroused
constantly while wearing the balls. In modern times, benwa balls are also used by women post-pregnancy who
needed to strengthen their pelvic floor muscles.



As a variation of benwa balls, duotone balls consisted of a smaller metal ball that jiggled independently inside a
larger ball made of plastic or silicone, a feeling that could not go un-noticed. Duotone balls also typically were
connected by a string for easy retrieval. Nakamori knew someone who made a hybrid, combining the gold-plated
or silver surface more typical of benwa balls, with the independent rotating core of duotone balls. It was this
hybrid version of the duotone balls which Royston had for Grace. In fact, the string was specially made for use on
Grace, but she didn’t know it. As requested by Royston, the string would dissolve approximately after an hour of
insertion, depending on the amount of juices that the recipient of the balls would generate.



Grace had no choice but to stand there as Royston slowly inserted one duotone ball at a time, into her pussy. “Focus and squeeze your muscles to hold them in,” he told her. Royston knew that as Grace was a beginner at
this, the balls will not stay in for very long, since her muscles were yet untrained. With some strengthening,
eventually Grace’s muscles would involuntarily respond whenever the balls were inserted in her, and begin
pulsating.



When that happened, Royston would increase the size and weight of the balls, or have Grace hang one ball on the
outside while two stayed on the inside. Perhaps he would even introduce weighted balls with chimes in them, or
balls which were not smooth but had a noduled surface for greater stimulation. With stronger pelvic floor
muscles, Grace would be able to squeeze the cocks of her clients fucking her, to give them a more intense orgasm.
She herself would achieve stronger orgasms, since the pelvic floor muscles contract involuntarily during orgasm.




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Grace stood in the elevator, as more people entered the elevator from various floors on the way down. She grew
more uncomfortable as men and women stood around her. She could feel the rope binding her breasts tightly,
nipples rubbing against the front of her blouse, the butt plug in her ass and the benwa balls in her cunt.



When the elevator reached the ground floor and she started walking out to the street, Grace realized it was much
worse than she had it in the office. With the butt plug in her, she was forced to plant her feet slightly apart on the
ground at each step. Either folks thought she walked funny or assumed she was a slut who spread her legs so
often that was how she walked.



To make it worse, the feeling of the balls floating freely in the vagina and constantly massaging the vaginal walls
caused intense sexual arousal.



Walking on high heels, with her legs slightly spread, she also imagined she could feel the balls sinking lower to
her vulva. This gave her an irrational fear that they would drop out, even though she was wearing panties. As a
result, Grace tried as much as possible to constantly flex her vaginal muscles to hold the balls, which only served
to build up her sexual arousal.



As she walked along the sidewalk to the sandwich shop, she was aware of people watching her. “They don’t
know..!” she told herself, trying to calm herself down, “they don’t know..” she muttered. There was no way they
would know that her ass and pussy were filled, nor that her tits were really tied up under that blouse. Nobody
knew her panties were already starting to get soaked. No way they knew that with each step, her nipples, anus
and cunt were getting stimulated, getting aroused.



Grace half imagined that she would stumble into someone who might have seen her disgraceful behavior on the
bus the other day. She knew that she would just die of shame if someone pointed at her and said, “Look, that’s
the slut who orgasmed on the bus!” There was no way she could refute the accusation – for who else but a slut
would actually be fingered to orgasm by a molesting stranger on a crowded public bus? The fact that her public
orgasm was witnessed by several people, haunted her dreams.




She entered the sandwich shop. There were two men and a lady in the line before her. She joined the line to order
her coffee – no, Royston’s coffee.



With the bound breasts, butt plug and benwa walls stimulating her body, it felt like a haze was shrouding her
mind. The sensations (as much as she tried to ignore them, she could not succeed) clouded her judgment,
displacing logic with desire. She shuffled her weight from her left leg to her right, and back to her left again,
waiting for her turn to order coffee. She fidgeted repeatedly, straightening her back to ease the tension in her
damp loins, only to feel the tension increase instead in the constrictive rope encircling her tits. Meanwhile her
anal passage felt fuller than ever.



Finally she got her coffee. No milk, one sugar. She noticed someone at a table in the shop smiling at her. It was
George, the nerdy guy from accounting. Grace acknowledged him with a slight nod, but otherwise chose not to
make much eye contact.



There was a monologue in Grace’s head. She sucked George’s cock just earlier that week. He didn’t force her or
blackmail her. She seduced him. She knew he had the hots for her. She made George cum into her mouth so she
could ask Royston for permission to cum. George must know she was a slut. He must know that Royston was
whoring her out, making her his slut. George knew her secret, why she was under Royston’s control. Royston
told her that George found out while reconciling some accounts, but she was half convinced that Royston simply
revealed it to George to ensure her further humiliation. Nevertheless, she hoped George would not reveal it to
more people, or she would have to end up sucking more cocks. She hoped George would not share her.



Grace realized with a start and a blush that her eyes were on George’s crotch as he sipped his coffee, talking to
Jim, another guy from the accounting department sitting opposite him. She was unconsciously looking forward to
her next orgasm, her next feed of man-cum. “You fucking slut,” she chided herself mentally. She couldn’t believe
she was thinking about her own cum for the day. While the thought crossed her mind for only a split second, she
was disgusted by herself – she had actually considered whether she could get George’s semen load again to earn
her permission !



Grace quickly left the sandwich shop, feeling the banal taste of shame in her gut meld into the delicious
sensations emanating from her juicing crotch and stiffened nipples.




**




Back in her cubicle, Grace started to work on the presentation that Royston had asked her to prepare. She knew
that in less than two hours time, she would be having a meeting with Royston and Mr Michelson, in Royston’s
office. Mr Michelson was a managing director from their London office, a very nice and approachable man, not
like the ever serious Mr Shih, nor the eccentric Mr Ko. Many folks called him simply Mr M. A few folks called
him by his first name, John. Mr Michelson used to visit their office quite often, back in those days before when
Grace was still relatively new to the company. The last time she saw him was almost two years ago.



The most remarkable thing about Mr Michelson’s appearance though was his size. He was a huge man, towering
above all the ladies and most of the men in the office. He was not fat though, just had a large build with a chest as
huge as a barrel, massively thick arms and legs. Wearing a full business suit, he would cut an extremely imposing
figure. If he stood next to Grace, he looked like a giant. Lifting her bodyweight with one arm would be a breeze;
in fact he could easily hold both her wrists together with one hand.



It wasn’t easy for Grace to concentrate on the presentation material. The presence of the butt plug tightened her
vagina, which were already full with the weighted duotone balls. Every movement she made, she could feel the
duotone balls clicking together and that damn plug in her ass. Then it got worse. The butt plug began vibrating!
That son of a bitch Royston, she cursed. She should have known, all his toys seemed to be remote control enabled.




If all the vibrator training she has received in her pussy was bad, this was worse. The sensations in her rectum
were driving her insane, especially in the sitting down position with the flange of the plug wedged against the
chair and her ass-cheeks. She desperately tried to force herself to relax so that her sphincter was not clamping
down on the intruder in her anus. Occasionally though, Royston would play with the multi-speed setting
remotely and ramp it up, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her muscles. When she did, the sensations were so
intense that her knees would press together, her eyes will roll-up and her mouth would drop open while she
could only manage an unintelligible gurgle. The gentle but still audible noise of the buzzing Backdoor Probe also
meant that she would try to hide the noise by covering her tummy with her cushion each time somebody was
walking past her cubicle.




And of course, trying to muffle the buzzing sound by pressing the cushion against her tummy was a mistake – it
not only made the anal vibrations more intense, but she could also feel the thrilling vibrations transferring to her
lubricating vagina. The repeated cycles of forced relaxation and involuntary squeezing made Grace aroused as
hell. With each squeeze she could feel the duotone balls resisting her vaginal walls, moving while the inner core
of the balls tingled, creating delicious sensations. Her panties were soaking wet. The path to a thrilling orgasm
was tempting, but she knew the consequences if she did not seek permission – she did not want another
punishment like her public orgasm on the bus.



Yet it was impossible for her to work on the presentation to Mr M, perhaps Royston’s way of destroying her
career and reputation completely at the company.



After the vibrator butt plug continued for five minutes pushing Grace to the verge of a climax, it suddenly
stopped. Grace was perspiring in her seat, fists clenched. She could not fight it again. It was useless to resist.
Grace picked up the phone, and dialed Royston’s extension.



“Royston speaking,” said the voice at the end of the phone.



“Sir?” said Grace with a tone of resignation. No matter how many times she called him Sir, she still could not get
used to it. “This is Grace.”



“I know it’s you, Grace”, said Royston. She could almost see him grinning on the other side of the line. “What can
I do you for?” he said.



Grace purposely ignored the crude joke he had just made, and said with hushed tones, “Sir, I am trying to work
on the materials for our meeting with Mr M. Can I.. um… remove the plug please?”



“Can you remove what?” said Royston, feigning deafness. Grace did not know that Royston had set the vibrating
butt plug’s vibration on random mode – it would turn on and off approximately six times an hour, and even he
did not know precisely when.



“The plug.. the butt plug” replied Grace in a slightly louder tone. She felt embarrassed hearing her own voice
saying this. She did not want to shout since there were people about.



“Well… “ said Royston, who appeared to be considering. “Are your panties wet?”


“Yes…” said Grace.



“Soaking wet?” said Royston.



“Yes Sir…” said Grace.



“Soaking wet such that your juices are wetting the cushion on your chair?” said Royston.



“Um… almost Sir..” replied Grace in a small voice.


“Good. Come to my office now. Show me how wet your panties are, and I may allow you to remove the butt plug.


But if the butt plug goes, so do the panties. The benwa balls stay inside, you understand?”


“Yes Sir,” replied Grace.


“Hang on, before you come over, unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse.”



There was a pause, and then she said, “Yes Sir.” She put down the phone.


Two minutes later, she was standing in Royston’s office, in front of his table, while he was seated on his leather
chair behind the table. The top two buttons of her tight fitting blouse were undone, putting the strain on the third
button.




Royston was looking for something in his bookshelf when she came in. His back turned to Grace, he was
humming a tune. Grace recognized it as the hit song by the band Maroon 5. As he turned toward Grace, he was
mouthing the lyrics, “I tried my best to feed her appetite…. Keep her coming every night… “




Then he pretended to suddenly notice Grace standing in front of his table. “Oh, my dear Grace,” he said in a
patronizing tone, looking at her from head to toe. “My dear fuck muffin. How’s your ass feeling?”




“Very full Sir,” she replied, eyes looking down. She looked up to meet his gaze, with pleading puppy-like eyes,
saying, “Please Sir, it’s impossible to work when it goes off,”



“Like NOW?” he said, his hand pressing the button on the remote in his pants.



The butt plug fired into a vibrating frenzy, immediately provoking a reaction in Grace’s stance. Her shoulders
rolled forward while her upper body slouched, and her head drooped. Subconsciously she was bending one knee
first then the other next, her toes pointing inwards as if she needed to pee urgently.




“YYYeess… Sir… like now…” she said through gritted teeth, suppressing an involuntary exhalation.



Royston laughed, and replied, “Wonderful. And how do you like the duotone balls inside your pussy, slut?”



Grace struggled to answer, her eyes half closed. She realized that she was holding her breath from the effort of
trying to stay sane. “Th- the balls are – are v-very uncomfortable, to be f-frank, Sir,” she said.




“Uncomfortable but you are SOAKING WET, aren’t you, slut? Dressed like a floozie, buying coffee, walking
about in public with masturbation balls in your cunt. You say you don’t enjoy it, but your little cunt gets wet in
the morning just anticipating what I will do to you, isn’t it!”




Without waiting for a reply, he continued, “haha, just like the bus-ride that day. Didn’t you CUM, with someone
finger-banging you? You came like a cum-whore, Grace.”



Grace’s cheeks flushed with the memory.



“You ARE a cum-whore, Grace,” he stated in her face. “Say it!”



“I- I … am.. a .. cum.. whore..” she said.



Royston increased the speed of the butt plug to high, as he continued humiliating her. “Cum-whore, when you
were buying coffee, did you almost cream in your panties simply from all the men watching you? They can
recognize a slut masturbating just by the way she walks, you know? What were you wearing on your feet?”



“My- my fuck me heels, Sir,” she replied.



“Yes, your CFM shoes,” he said, “and what are you saying to all these men looking at you?”




“Come Fuck Me….” Grace replied, her knees buckling.



Just as Grace thought she was close to cumming (without permission!), the vibrations in her ass died down.




“Take off your panties and show me how much of a cum whore you are,” said Royston, “or would you prefer to
sit down on that couch, spread open your legs and show me?”




Horrified at the second idea, Grace reached under her skirt, and started to pull down her panties. She paused
with the panties tight around her knees. Royston did not seem to want to get up to see how wet her panties were.
Leaning down, Grace hooked one finger onto one side of her panties and pulled it down to her ankle. Then she
worked her panties around the high heel shoe and got one side off, and repeated with her other foot and high
heels. While doing so, she felt the benwa balls slipping lower, so she had to squeeze her vaginal muscles to hold
them in.




Royston had picked a smaller set of benwa balls for Grace, since this was her first time. When she got used to it,
he would step up the training with slightly larger and heavier balls, which would be harder to hold in. The idea
that she would eventually be doing her grocery shopping with the balls in her pussy ,with no panties to hold
them in, made his cock harden – if she sneezed, laughed or coughed, the balls would be sure to drop out.




Holding the panties in her hand, she approached Royston’s desk and put it down in front of him. Grace was
feeling extremely vulnerable that the butt plug was still lodged in her ass while the benwa balls were in her pussy.




Royston was watching her intently, but Grace could not guess what was on his mind.




Suddenly there was a knock on the door which made her jump. She was mortified when Royston looked at her
and said…“Come in” !




“John ! You’re early….” said Royston as the door opened and the older man appeared. Grace’s heart was in her
mouth, as her panties were still on Royston’s desk. The anxiety and shame was apparent from her face, like a little
girl caught peeing.




“Ah, everybody is here!” said Michelson, “I just wanted to make sure that there were a couple of items that we
would be covering later in our meeting. Can we just have a chat for five minutes?”




“Yes, sure John. Why don’t you take a seat at the couch with Grace. Let me retrieve my notes and I will join you
in a second,” replied Royston. With a casual move, he had picked up Grace’s panties and dropped them in the
drawer of his desk.




“Grace! How have you been? You look great!” beamed the towering man, looking at her chic jacket and short
skirt. He moved forward, to which Grace also leaned forward. They quickly exchanged kisses applied to each
side of the face.




“Thank you.. Mr Michelson,” said Grace nervously, like a little girl caught with her panties down. “It’s a pleasure
to see you again,” she said.




The pleasure she had on her mind that she prayed NOT to happen was the possibility of the butt plug going into
a vibration frenzy again. Here she was, standing in front of a managing director with a butt plug filling her ass,
and no panties. It would be incredibly humiliating if the benwa balls dropped out from under her skirt !




Awkwardly, she remained standing, with Mr M smiling at her. She looked away, tucking a fringe of her hair
behind her ear. She felt a chill grip her heart when she suddenly remembered the two top buttons of her blouse
were still undone. No wonder Mr M looked at her again queerly just a second ago! Embarrassed, she could not
button up without attracting more attention from Mr M, so she decided to leave them. She didn’t want him to
start speculating what she was doing in there with Royston if she suddenly buttoned up – a sure sign of guilt. She
would rather have him think she wore blouses like this in the office, and didn’t bother wearing a bra.




“Hi,” said someone at the door. It was an attractive young woman, a few years younger than Grace, dressed in a
pristine white executive suit.




“Oh yes, come in Dawn,” said Mr Michelson, “Dawn is my trusty right hand woman,” the big man said with a
grin. “She will join in the meeting later too. My other associate, Lance, is on his way.”



“Good to meet you Dawn!” said Royston, shaking her hand. “Nice meeting you finally Royston,” the lady smiled.



“The pleasure is mine, “ replied Royston. “Dawn, meet Grace,” said Royston, “Grace is my assistant.”




Dawn appeared to raise an eyebrow with that statement, but said nothing.




“Hi,” said Grace and Dawn, shaking hands with each other. “We’ve already know each other,” announced Dawn.




“Really?” said Mr Michelson.




“Yes,” replied Dawn, “Grace and I were from the same college.”




“That’s great,” said Royston, looking at Grace with an amused expression.




“It’s nice seeing you again Dawn. It’s been four years, hasn’t it?” said Grace.




“Yes, I didn’t realize you worked here,” said Dawn.




Mr Michelson laughed, touching Dawn on her elbow in a friendly way, adding, “Well life is full of coincidences,
isn’t it? “




Making himself comfortable on the couch, he explained himself to Royston and Grace, “I didn’t know Dawn’s the
daughter of an old friend of mine either ! When I saw her impressive credentials, I said to myself, I got to hire this
smart and promising young lady! Two years later, here we are, and I’ll add ‘capable’ too! ”




“Oh, John, you are making me blush with all those compliments,” Dawn said with a smile. Turning to the other
two, she said in a tongue-in-cheek manner, “My boss is nice, isn’t he?”




“I don’t know about nice,” said Royston jokingly, “but everytime he drops by this region, I know I have a lot of
work to do!”




With that the men laughed. “Work.. yes, “ said Dawn, sitting down on the couch, opening her folder, with a wry
smile.




Grace took the opportunity to look at Dawn again. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, and she was very
pretty. She had lost the geeky glasses she wore in college.




Royston located his documents from his desk, and walked over. He beckoned Grace to sit down with him on one
side of the coffee table while Mr M sat on the other side, with Dawn. Grace obeyed, and sat down carefully,
concerned every second that the benwa balls would slip out of her cunt accidentally.




Barely two minutes into the discussion, Grace let a small cry escape her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized
immediately. She had interrupted Mr Michelson who was talking to Royston. The big man stared at her in
wonder for a second before erupting to a gentle laugh. Dawn stared at her too.




Grace squirmed a little in her seat. “I just remembered that I left my mobile phone at home,” she lied, her face
turning hot. The truth were that benwa balls in her cunt were vibrating! Grace had no choice but to keep her legs
even tighter together, for she was so afraid that Mr Michelson or Dawn would hear the humming of that stringed
little devil emanating from between her legs!




Michelson continued talking but every now and then his eyes would look at Grace, who seemed to be feeling
very uneasy and tense.




The five minutes seemed like an eternity to Grace, for it was as if the metallic balls had a mind of their own,
wreaking havoc in her love canal, pushing back against the vaginal walls that tried to restrain them. Whenever
they contacted each other as they rolled and floated about inside of her, they would rattle even more violently,
setting her entire lower abdomen and pubic zone on liquid fire. Her juices were flowly freely, and without the
panties, she could feel the wetness seeping out from her cunt hole, threatening to make a wet spot where she sat
on her skirt.




Grace could sense Dawn looking at her periodically, suspicious if not a little annoyed at Grace’s mannerisms.
Grace could not help but be self-conscious under that piercing gaze. She felt ashamed. It was as if Dawn could see
right through her clothes – see how Grace was in this meeting not wearing any bra or panties. Her old college
rival would discover how Grace was a slut who loved displaying her body in the office, a slut who let men stick
their toys and penises into her holes.




With the benwa balls vibrations getting stronger, Grace was in a quandary. On the one hand, she didn’t want
Dawn to think she was masturbating in their presence, as some girls do by squeezing their thighs as they sit. On
the other hand, she was deeply afraid that if she forced herself to relax, her vagina’s grip on the benwa balls
would slip. Without her panties, the balls would drop at her feet!




In desperation, Grace quickly crossed her legs. Immediately the warm and wet sensation doubled, triggering a
spasm of pleasure that danced in her crotch and spread to her rope bound breasts and erect nipples. Grace felt
herself approaching the brink of orgasm, but somehow managed to pull herself back. She almost came right then.
While she managed to stifle the moan within her and stay completely quiet, the rush of color to her face and flush
in her skin was apparent. FUCK, she told herself. Dawn must have seen the look on her face.



“Could you pour us more coffee grace?” said Royston.



Grace looked slightly pale, but nodded quickly. She had to stand up, and she knew she had no panties.



Relaxing her pelvic muscles, while standing up, to neutralize the overwhelming sensation resonating from the
depths of her womanhood, was simply out of the question. Royston continued talking about the presentation.



Getting up from her seat slowly, Grace felt a pang of panic, as she felt one of the heavy duotone balls pushing
against her vagina entrance, threatening to pop out.

CHAPTER 19 (MF,bondage,toys,humiliation,mast)


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Dawn was thinking to herself that her history with Grace went further back than college. In fact, they went to the
same high school, where Dawn was two years Grace’s junior. Grace’s parents knew Dawn’s parents. Dawn had
an excellent record but always was in the shadow of the many honors that Grace acquired, to the extent that


Dawn’s parents would even compare her to Grace’s achievements. The comparison in college continued, despite
Dawn’s effort to take a different track from Grace.




After her college graduation, Dawn acquired a coveted position with a prestigious firm, and achieved a name for
herself, before coming to the attention of Mr M who recruited her. She had no idea that Grace worked in the same
company.




Dawn was definitely surprised to see Grace, and even more so, shocked at her appearance. Dawn was wearing a
very proper suit, pumps, and considered herself well-groomed, with makeup that was appropriately professional.


Grace’s attire on the other hand was borderline disgraceful and definitely inappropriate if she was had a more
senior status than her in the company – ridiculously short skirt, ridiculously tall heels, and there was definitely
something wrong with the blouse. Combined with her slightly disheveled hair, bright cherry lipstick, dark
eyeshadow and heavy mascara which gave her the smoky look, Dawn thought she looked – my god – like a tart.




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Mr Michelson and Dawn might be pretending to be listening to Royston talk, but Grace knew they were glancing
at her from the corner of their eyes. Grace gingerly picked up the coffee pot and tried her best to pour coffee for
everybody without spilling any. She could feel her tits straining against the front of her thin blouse now. She
could feel Dawn’s eyes boring into her as the coffee trickled out.




The thought of terrible humiliation in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn would be too much to even contemplate.
She hung on as tightly as she could, clenching her vaginal muscles.




Miraculously she poured the coffee without incident. Grace carefully sat down, very relieved, but the battle was
far from over, because she could feel some minute tremors passing through her the tightness of her pubic area.




Dawn was asking a few questions to Royston now. With uncrossed legs, Grace could feel her control over her
imminent orgasm slipping away from her, and she felt light-headed. Little by little, she had to spread her thighs
to avoid going over the edge. She could not care less now if she was flashing her naked pussy to Mr Michelson.


Did he know that she was on the verge of spending herself?




It was Dawn’s turn to speak now. The other two men listened to her, enraptured. Grace pretended to pay
attention but did not hear a single word. She was helplessly enduring the pummeling of the vibrating duotone
balls on her tight vaginal walls – after walking around the whole morning with the balls moving against each
other in her young cunt, her entire pubic zone was already engorged with blood. She was lubricating copiously,
and naked underneath without panties, she could feel her juices leaking between her legs. Grace regretted not
asking for permission to cum from Royston earlier that morning – if she did, she wouldn’t have to endure this
now, and be at risk of being utterly humiliated in front of Mr M and Dawn



Mr Michelson said, “Alright then, I’ll see you guys again at lunchtime.”




Grace almost collapsed in relief.




Instead, she mustered the best smile she could, and extended her hand feebly to take Mr Michelson’s outstretched
hand, trying hard not to move from her seat as the three metal balls still throbbed madly in her maidenhood. As
she shook his hand, she felt the balls stop vibrating and the vibrating butt plug starting up again.




Half of her was disappointed that Royston did not simultaneously turn on the butt plug and the benwa balls to
maximum speed. She was under Royston’s mercy totally. If they both turned on at the same time, she new she
would be hurled into the realm of ecstasy. She would be cumming hard in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn. She
would completely humiliate herself. And once they have seen her debase herself, they would know.. they would
use her and abuse her for their amusement.




“Grace, why don’t you and John drop by your cubicle so you can give him a copy of the report he mentioned?”
said Royston, a glint in his eye.




Royston knew that Grace was so close to cumming, after the repeated stimulations from the vibrating butt plug.
Her sensitivity was also doubled with the adrenaline pumping through her body, generated from the fear of
being discovered.




“Yes, Sir…” she replied, and then realized that she had slipped and called him “Sir” in front of Mr Michelson and
Dawn.




Slowly, Grace got up. Pantiless, and with a humming plug buried up her ass, Grace tried to walk back to her
cubicle on her high heels, whilst pretending nothing was wrong. She did not want to give the game away to Mr
Michelson. Mr Michelson, seemed to not suspect anything, for he tried to make conversation as they walked back
together.




Grace worked with Mr M once on a different project, and he had always said he admired her working ability and
spunk. In her former life, she was so confident that she would get promoted again within a year, as she had the
support of Mr Shih, and had a professional working relationship with all the other department heads. That
seemed so far away now, that life of normality. Now Mr Shih had fucked her. Mr Ko had violated her too. For a
split second, she imagined Mr M fucking her.




As they walked back to her cubicle, Grace hardly listened to what Mr Michelson was saying. She was
concentrating on curbing the amazing sensations threatening to unleash from her lower body. She merely
responded, “Yes”, or “Really?” or “Okay” to whatever he was saying.




It was like a haze had clouded her mind now, as her limbs moved mechanically trying to bring her back to her
cubicle, her consciousness was trying to ignore the tingling building up deep in her womb – usually the signs that
her orgasm was imminent. She just needed to get to her cubicle and hand Mr Michelson the report ! In the half-
daze, Grace could feel her juices running down the inside of her leg. Grace unconsciously wet her dry lips with
her tongue, hoping that Mr Michelson would not notice this slut juicing beside him.




Finally they were at her cubicle. She fumbled as she searched for the report, knocking over a stack of documents.
“Oops..” she said softly, smiling, as if she was on crack. Mr Michelson was looking at her funny now, but she
didn’t care anymore. “Found it!”



Grace pulled out the report and handed it to Mr Michelson. “Thanks Grace.” He smiled, touching her hand.



“Maybe next week we can have lunch together and catch up on old times,” Mr Michelson said.



“Yes, maybe!” Grace said with the same dazed smile on her face. Mr Michelson’s a nice guy, she told herself. She
felt herself so close to cumming. Fuck, she was going to cum in front of him. She’s going to orgasm once again
like a whore who can’t control herself ! Fuck, please leave now.




“Alright, see you in a couple of hours with Royston..” said Mr Michelson, and he turned and left Grace’s cubicle.




THUD.




In her relief Grace had accidentally relaxed




Mr Michelson turned back when he heard the sound of something heavy striking the carpeted floor. Grace was
horrified. There was a shiny ball resting on the floor. One of the benwa balls had dislodged from her cunt,
apparently disconnected itself from the string that held it with the other two.




“No worries, it’s just my paperweight,” she said with a flush. FUCK, she told herself. She quickly reached down
and picked up the ball and set it on her table. The surface of the ball was moist with her juices – she could see it
glistening.




Just as well that it was disconnected from the other two, she told herself. Otherwise, perhaps all three would slip
out, one after another. Mr Michelson would then see what kind of girl she was, with benwa balls inside her pussy.
Either she had urinary incontinence and had to practise Kegel exercises, or she was a kinky slut.




Mr Michelson looked like he was about to say something, but didn’t. He waved goodbye, and walked away with
a smile on his face.




Grace looked around – the other people seated near her were not in their cubicles. Grace did not dare to sit down
with the butt plug still inside of her. She did not want to get into trouble again. And she certainly did not dare to
remove the plug without Royston telling her to. Picking up the phone, she called Royston.




“Royston, speaking,” said the man at the other end of the phone.




“Sir, can I .. can this one have your permission to cum please?” Grace said, clenching her butt cheeks. The tingly
sensation in her pelvic floor was building up as the vibrations caused her clit to swell up, dispensing little spasms
of pleasure. Grace had decided rather than to go through this torment for the rest of the day, she would ask for
permission to cum. She did not want to cum in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn at the meeting later, especially
with the rest of the sales team attending.




In his office, Royston smiled. It has almost become ingrained in Grace to ask for permission to orgasm on a daily
basis now. She had finally given up trying to fight the orgasm training. The only thing though, is that she did not
have man-cum in her mouth today.




“Did you forget something, pet?” Royston said.




“No Sir, grace did not forget,” she said quietly, taking out a small cosmetics jar from her bag. “This one has
brought man-cum with her,” she said, opening the jar.




On the other side of the phone, Royston smiled. “And pray tell, whose is it of?” he asked.




“The bellboy’s, Sir.. from this morning,” replied Grace, scooping up the semi-dried cum from the bottom of the jar,
and putting it in her mouth. She had Steve the bellboy ejaculate into the empty jar before she left the hotel for the
office that morning.




“Very well then, slut. You are well prepared, and I must say I am impressed,” said Royston. “You may sit down,
and open my email in your inbox. Stay on the phone.”




Grace quickly took out a thick wad of tissue paper from the tissue paper box on her desk, and hastily lined it on
her cushion. Lifting up her skirt quickly, she carefully planted her bare naked ass on her tissue-covered cushion,
feeling the flange end of the butt plug push the filling probe deep into her open anus.




Her other hand trembled as she clicked on the mouse, located the email from Royston, and opened the
attachment. It was a slideshow that filled her entire screen. The title slide said, “Grace’s Hard Lessons.” Reading
it made her hard thump, and the blood rush to her ears.




Meanwhile she could taste Steve’s cum on her tongue – not her first time.




Royston continued in his almost hypnotic voice, “Step through the slideshow slowly, while staying on the phone
line. When you finish looking at them, I will give you permission to cum.”



Grace clicked on her mouse.




JANUARY it said in block letters on the top right hand corner, with running numbers below, printed
over a large full color picture of her. It looked like a calendar ! The photo of her was one of those from the lingerie
photo shoot she had to model for Nakamori. In the photo, she held a cocktail glass while wearing a pair of
matching white bandeau bra and lip-hugger panties. The white panties displayed her camel-toe quite
prominently.




Her heart pounding, Grace clicked her mouse to advance the slide. She realized this was it – the design for an
actual calendar, starring herself.




FEBRUARY. Grace felt light-headed, seeing a picture of herself, decked in white again. This time in
wedding lingerie, looking pure and virginal, if this was a private moment. Yet because this was a calendar, she
was sinfully seductive in the lacy intimates that only the bridegroom would see, but was now wickedly displayed
for all in sheer embroidered lace, smooth satin, and a veil.




MARCH was her in the raw, posing in front of a polished chrome elevator at what looked like a luxury
shopping mall, with marble floors. While her privates were covered, it was a picture that would shock any
civilized person in polite company – the black leather harness on her body looked like one fit to use on an animal.
She looked defiant, staring straight into the camera, with her long coat open, and revealing her naked body
underneath. The thin leather harness that criss-crossed her body made her nudity more pronounced than if she
had been totally naked.




As Grace viewed the calendar, Royston could observe exactly which month she was on, as he had the hidden
camera above her cubicle, and another one below her desk focusing between her legs.

“How do you like what you are seeing Grace?” he said. He could hear Grace’s slightly labored breathing over the
phone.




“Wh-what is this for?” she said, her heart pounding. She continued advancing the slideshow, while gripping the
benwa balls in her pussy. Subconsciously, Grace was rocking forward and backward on her seat, causing the
inside of the duotone balls to roll and create additional sensations inside her. The rocking motion also made the
feeling of the plug filling her ass even more pronounced.




APRIL was her in the men’s toilet of the same shopping mall. Standing urinals were visible in the
background. She saw her topless self on the screen, wearing only red wrist-wraps, her hands hiding her naked
bush, her face looking away from the camera.




MAY was a closeup picture of her, a sideway profile of her in a squatting position. She wore a shiny
red corset that bared her breasts, and shiny black leather motorcycle high boots that created a stark juxtaposition
with her fair skin of her thighs and bum facing the camera.




JUNE she was sitting outdoors on a mat, clothes in disarray, looking like she had just been raped.
Panties crumpled, positioned strategically on the mat between her open legs.



These were pictures of her recent bondage photography shoot. What was going on? A calendar?


Royston said over the phone, “Do you remember the man who gate-crashed your photo-shoot in the toilet?”




Shocked, Grace recalled there was a burly man with a hairy face who came into the men’s room to pee while she
was being photographed stark naked by Joe and Nakamori.




“Nakamori told him that you’re a new porn starlet doing a photo-shoot for your nude calendar. To promote your
new career you know. Well he contacted Nakamori recently, and begged to be given one of your calendars. Your


Owner said no, but he offered to pay good money for it.”


Grace could not believe her ears, but continued flipping through the next few slides.




JULY she was chained to a old brick wall, looking like someone’s pet slut chained in the cellar, a large
collar around her neck, her mouth gagged by a black cloth.




AUGUST she was wearing a mesh waist cincher, studded leather panties and sheer stockings, wrists
once again cuffed together in front of her.




Grace saw the bondage slut staring back at her in the picture, and felt her neck and bosom flush. Royston’s
disembodied voice continued over the phone. “In fact, he said he would buy a whole bunch of them and help sell
them in Hong Kong. Nakamori thought this was one way you could pay off your debt sooner.”



Grace was dumbfounded, hanging onto the phone to her ear, but no sound came out of her mouth. Mechanically,
she clicked her mouse and the screen showed the next slide.




SEPTEMBER was a composite picture. On the left hand side picture, she was bound with her arms high
above her head, stretched up by the rope which pulled her wrists taut to the ceiling. Helplessly she stood there in
her heels, displaying her glistening naked body in its full glory, baring her smooth hairless armpits. In the right
hand side picture she was trussed up, suspended from the ceiling by a set of ropes which had her body arched
backlike a bow with legs bent fully, and her arms secured behind her, almost touching her feet. Her mouth was
taped.



Grace’s hand trembled as she clicked the mouse yet again.



“I guess you reached October did you?” Royston said. He could see it through his hidden camera in the aircon
duct above Grace’s cubicle, but he did not want to let it on.




OCTOBER was a picture of her rope-bound, naked body. The rope went around her almost naked
body several times, above and below her breasts, even between, making her small mounds protrude lewdly. The
only thing she wore was sheer purple stockings which ran in several places. One of her legs was lifted up and tied
high, such that she only stood on one leg, her other thigh suspended in a vulgar angle to display her pussy. A
ball-gag was in her mouth. The words “S&M”, “Fuck me” and “Rape this pussy” were written in lipstick on her
thigh, ass and body.




“No, you can’t do this..” she said weakly, staring at the obscene pictures of herself on the screen. Again, she
tasted Steve’s cum in her mouth. She felt an involuntary spasm pass through her lower body. A very slight
tremor, but nonetheless she felt it.




Royston continued in his low voice, “The last two months of the calendar are reserved for your NEXT bondage
photography shoot, grace_slut. In the meantime, here are some pictures of your friend standing in to let you see
what is in store for you. On the count of 3, you can may cum, my little fuck toy.”




She went to the next slide and was astounded to see the model in the picture for November was not her. She
gasped audibly. It was someone else she knew.




NOVEMBER. A slender girl with long black hair, long legs, her arms behind her back in reverse prayer
position, a tall collar around her neck. She was standing in stocks, legs held wide apart, with her ankles secured
with metal cuffs, locked to the ground with eye-bolts. Although her mouth was distended from a large dildo
stuck in it, Grace could recognize that the girl was Ming !




“1,” announced Royston, starting the count. Through the hidden camera under Grace’s desk, he could observe
Grace’s small hand rubbing her pussy. “Good…feel the butt plug in you, you cum loving slut.”




“Wh – what is Ming doing here? What – why is she involved?” Grace stuttered, not believing her eyes. She could
not resist clicking on her mouse to advance to the next month. Although Royston just ignored her question, the
shock of seeing her friend in bondage brought Grace closer to the edge. A million ideas jumped into her head.





“2,” Royston said simply, “Nice calendar isn’t it with both of you?”




DECEMBER. Ming was strapped on a inclined platform, her legs up, and her feet pressed close to her
shoulders by the body of a fearsome looking man in a black hood mask, who was standing directly over her. It
was picture taken from the side profile. Grace tore her eyes from Ming’s distressed face in the picture and looked
further down. She laid her eyes on the hooded man’s large, erect penis penetrating Ming’s pussy.




“You know, I told Nakamori we should distribute the calendar to Mr Sorag and some of our other clients,” he
said.




“Nooo.. .Sir, uhh…..” Grace uttered, her rubbing of her pussy becoming more furious.




“Ming was not quite thrilled with that idea of course. Afterwards she asked me, no, begged me to fuck her three
times a week.. hahaha. But for you slut, I think we should just distribute it to everyone in this office.”

Grace felt herself slip over the edge, her rubbing frantic.




“3 !! CUM NOW SLUT”




The mental image of her naked pictures printed on every month of a desktop calendar, on the table of every
employee in the company struck her like a thunderbolt, tensing every muscle in her body. That terrible thought
of complete sexual humiliation finally pushed her over the edge. It was also at this point that with his remote
control, Royston turned on the butt plug vibration speed to the maximum.




Picturing her smutty photos seen by every man and woman in the office, with herself in the shocking, degrading
and titillating scenes that Ming were in, her pussy and anus twitched powerfully in a climax that hit her like a
hard slap across the face. Grace felt an indescribable implosion of pleasure, as powerful convulsions wrecked her body, the spasms in her cunt and anal passage made stronger by the presence of the benwa balls and butt plug.




“Uhhhhhhhgggghhh,” a noise escaped from Grace. She could scarcely keep quiet as an immensely thrilling
orgasm ripped through her small frame, with the shrill vibrations of her butt plug screaming in her anal sphincter while she rode out her climax.




Moments later, Grace opened her eyes. She felt immense shame at what she had done, and the betrayal of her
body. Indeed, she could still feeling the clenching and unclenching of her vaginal muscles in the aftershock of her climax. Her cunt slime was all over her fingers, and had soaked through all the tissue paper and her cushion


underneath her, and the benwa balls that had rolled out of her cunt and dropped to the floor in the throes of
passion.




“What is this?” a slender hand picked up a benwa ball from the floor. The hand belonged to Dawn.

CHAPTER 20


GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006 and 2007. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.


CHAPTER 20 (bondage,humiliation,spanking,toy,forced orgasm)

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I’m a bitch, I’m a lover

I'm a child, I'm a mother

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

I do not feel ashamed

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease

I'm a goddess on my knees


Royston watched from his office as Grace as she made her way up the staircase carrying a box of files. The radio

was playing a pop song about a tease. Judging by the group of men hanging around near the bottom of the

staircase, Grace was also a tease given the number of hard cocks under those pants as Grace navigated her way

up in her short dress and high heels, showing off her legs in sheer black nylon. None of the men helped her, not

because they wanted to stare at her hosiery-covered legs and get a chance to spot the color of her panties, but

because the one or two chivalrous men who tried to help her were rejected.


Apparently Dawn had requested for a whole bunch of documents to be photocopied, so that they could be

couriered back to her office. Royston could have asked a secretary to do so, but it seemed that Grace

“volunteered” herself for the task, since she was not too busy. Grace was not allowed to get any other guy from

the office to help her, since she was already guilty of being distracting in the office with her slutty clothes, and

slutty act. If a guy at work did help her to carry the boxes, her punishment would be to suck his cock. Royston

would take it that she had selected the guy to be the contributor of the cum she must have in her mouth, for the

next time she reported to him to ask for permission to cum.


Grace made it to the top of the staircase, and placed the box on the railing, pausing to rest. Looking through the

window blinds from his office, Royston noted that she was wearing the suit jacket and dress he mail ordered

from Victoria Secrets. Underneath a black tight-fitting single button jacket, she wore a scoopneck dress, also in

black, with a back zip and seamed underbust. Nothing too provocative, compared to all the other times he might

have her wear a translucent camisole or a micro-mini skirt to work. It was what she wore below that dress today

that was more interesting.


Apparently though, Grace had no complaints whatsoever when she was given what she would wear below. The

hotel bellboy Steve told Royston that she was unusually reticent and submissive that morning when she had to

model the underwear for him in her room before she left for work. Royston thought to himself - perhaps it had

something to do with her being caught by Dawn yesterday with her hand between her legs and a wet benwa ball

on the floor? Perhaps Grace had accepted her place in the office – a slut who had already sucked three men, a

cum-whore who could only thinking about her next orgasm.


According to Steve, she tried on both bodystockings that morning without complaint, even though she had

realized that underneath the bodystocking, she would only be wearing thongs with no bra, underneath her work

clothes. Both bodystockings were long sleeve, covering her entire body except from her neck up – quite a visual

treat for Steve when Grace put them on for him. One was black in large open fishnet, while the other was simply

in sheer black nylon, but open crotch. Steve chose the latter for its open-crotch, titillated by the idea that Grace’s

whole body would be covered in nylon but her crotch would remain accessible to the men in the office.


As Grace tottered past his office and in front of the other cubicles in fuck-me heels, Royston also noted that Grace

had applied her lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup heavily as instructed when she reported for work. The deep

cherry lipstick with a pearly dazzling shimmer focused attention on her mouth, and the texture of the lipstick

made her lips cling slightly together if she opened them slowly. He wanted Grace to see this for herself when she

looked into the mirror - the effect was exactly like the reluctant parting of her cunt lips when she spread her legs

open. The immediate thought that any man would have, staring at her shimmering, slightly parted lips, would be

to slip his cock into her invitingly wet, scarlet mouth.


At the same time, the black eyeliner would make her look wide-eyed, as if she were pleading for the opportunity

to suck cock. As her luscious lips in glossy scintillant cherry were stretched around the bulging cockhead, and the

cockshaft began sliding along her pink tongue, her eyes would close involuntarily, revealing the powdery

charcoal eye-shadow that completely covered her eyelids. Her lashes, coated with thick black mascara, would

flutter prettily as she struggled to accommodate the cock down her throat. Her red-rouged cheeks gave the

impression of a flush reminiscent of the flush she experienced when she was sexually aroused.


The thought that just half an hour ago, Grace was in his office bent over his desk, as he inserted a double-headed

plug into her ass and pussy under her thongs, put a smile on his face. The open-crotch was quite convenient. He

made a mental note to tell Steve of the good choice in the open-crotch bodystocking Grace was wearing for the

day.


Royston wondered if Grace had truly become subservient, and that they had really succeeded in breaking her will.

If that were true, Royston thought to himself, he would be extremely pleased with himself, and relieved – it was

not easy to be monitoring her all this time, and there’s no telling if she might “blow up” and do something

irrational that might compromise all of them. It was a gamble that Royston, Nakamori, and now her boss Shih

were taking all the time. Step by step, they pushed her towards things she wouldn’t normally do if she wasn’t

blackmailed to do so. If they pushed her too much, they might lose control if she decided to run, or divulge their

secret outside their circle of influence, or go to the police.


Yet, as Royston watched Grace struggle along the corridor with the box of files, knowing that the double-headed

plug in her anus and pussy was making its presence felt each step that she took, he felt a slight disappointment. If

Grace stopped fighting, her training as submissive slut would not be as challenging and interesting for him

anymore. Half the pleasure he derived was from the overt humiliation she felt in following his instructions,

which invariably involved something sexually degrading.


He also knew that Nakamori was considering an enema party for Grace in the near future, a suggestion from Mr

Ko. Grace would be stripped naked, standing in the middle of a room ,with men watching from their seats

around her, till the only thing she wore would be her makeup, earrings, high heels and anklet. She would then be

administered an enema in full view of her audience, and made to strut around the room with a bloated and

severely cramping belly. Perhaps some members of her appreciative audience might also participate in lightly

whipping her as she crawled on all fours, and humiliated for their entertainment.


Tonight was Grace’s third bondage photography shoot, and Royston looked forward to it. No only because he

knew that the pictures and poses would become more extreme, and the bondage more strict and severe than the

first two shoots. Tonight would also be the first time Grace’s cunt would be used by her Owner, Mr Nakamori.


After tonight, Royston would get to fuck Grace at last. A proper pussy fuck, not just blowjobs. Royston had

waited long for this. When Mr Shih had found out about Grace’s situation from Royston, Mr Shih’s deal was that

he would get to fuck her first. Then it was followed by Mr Ko. Since she worked for Mr Shih and indirectly for Mr

Ko, being the directors at her company, Nakamori would only become Grace’s owner after being used by the two

other men. Royston was therefore fourth in line; in the slut’s training thus far, he had only used her mouth as her

other two holes were off limits. Not anymore after tonight.



** THE THIRD BONDAGE SHOOT


Grace arrived at Joe’s photography studio that evening, right on schedule.


Natasha was already there. Grace was told to sit down in front of the makeup table. Natasha helped to brush her

hair, and touch up her makeup. Grace was surprised that she wasn’t already told to change to some skimpy

swimwear, slutty lingerie, trashy dress, or titillating evening gown. Nat told her that her first set of pictures

would be in office attire – a tight fitting white blouse, single button jacket, and a black skirt.


Nakamori was there too. Seated in front of the makeup table, Grace looked at her Owner’s reflection in the mirror

– he was watching Nat touchup her makeup, while drinking from a flute of champagne.


When Nat was done with her, Nakamori offered Grace a full flute of champagne, and told her to bottoms-up as it

would help her to relax. Grace did so without question.


Next, Grace was told to sit down on a chair as Joe setup his tripod and camera in front of her. He shot a few

pictures of her doing nothing more than crossing her legs. Grace was then told to ditch her skirt, which she did.

Joe took another few warm-up shots of her on the chair, wearing what looked like office attire on top, but only

wearing panties below.


Nakamori approached Grace, holding a long length of thin rope in his hand. He instructed her to surrender her

panties to Joe.


Joe took over the still-warm underwear from the girl who unwillingly handed it over to him. He did not make

any pretenses of feasting his eyes on her triangular turf of pubic hair on her crotch, making Grace feel even more

self conscious. She stood in such a way that her legs were closed, which was quaint, Joe thought, for her feeble

effort to protect her modesty. After all by the end of the evening, dozens of high definition pictures of her cunt

displayed in full glory would be in his camera.


The tanned Japanese man began Grace’s introduction to various forms of Japanese rope bondage.


** Shinju


First Grace’s thighs were spread wide and bound to the legs of the chair. Her heel-encased feet were placed on

the cross-bar of the chair below her seat to elevate the height of her lower legs so that her knees could be bent

fully. With her knees flexed fully, a rope was looped over her thigh and under her shin, binding them tightly

together.


Next her arms were tied to either side of the chair, behind her body. The top three buttons of her blouse were

undone, and the front of the blouse pulled open, exhibiting her bra. Forcefully, Nakamori pulled down the jacket

off her left shoulder, then the right shoulder. As her arms were bound to the chair, the jacket was bunched up

around her elbows. He noted Grace’s eyes were looking up at his face in apprehension. Grasping the front of her

open blouse, he forcefully pulled it back and down, baring her left shoulder. With his fingers, he tugged further

on the material of the blouse that was bunched up at the rope, making it go as low as the rope would allow.


His eyes admired the slim, fair shoulders of the girl, and the soft white skin of her nape. Gently touching her

pronounced collar bone that was now revealed to his gaze, he slipped the bra strap off her left shoulder, pulling it

down to her elbow to where her blouse was bunched up around the rope. In the olden days, the sight of her nape

would hold an erotic attraction for Japanese men. Grace also had a hollow near her collar bone, as some thin

teenage girls tend to have.


Nakamori repeated the same on the other side, pulling off the blouse and bra strap, baring her right shoulder.


With the rope, he looped it around her torso a couple of times just above the breasts, and another one just below

them, then pulled the ropes together to squeeze her tits from the top and bottom. Another loop passed over her

shoulders and between her breasts to a knot behind her the back, drawing the rope above and below the breasts

together.


This was the Shinju shibari, or ‘pearls’ breast bondage. Properly applied, the torso wraps of the shinju presented a

wide range of possibilities, from sensually sensitizing the breasts and nipples through vascular restriction, to

providing a stable harness from which to move to a full suspension. In this position, the ropes laid over the rib

cage and shoulders, lifting and pinching the breasts. The tie could be intensified with cinching ties to the sternum

area or sides, or both, something which would be introduced to Grace in due course.


Nakamori’s fingers grasped the edge of the bra that was sticking out from under the rope, and tugged it

downwards, tucking the material at the top of the bra cups inside and underneath. The end result was it made her

breasts protrude out even more between the ropes, baring her breasts completely in a lewd manner.


Stepping back, he enjoyed the look on Grace’s face, looking thoroughly humiliated as she sat there powerless on

the chair, with legs spread wide open, stripped in her office wear and bound to the chair. Putting down his

camera, Joe stepped forward to Grace, unbuckling her belt, then worked his way up the buttons on the front of

her skirt. With her skirt unbuttoned completely, it simply fell apart, leaving her naked from waist down.


Joe took up his camera again, and resumed taking more pictures. The look on Grace’s face was priceless, showing

her shame at being photographed like this, her cunt displayed and her breasts bound so lewdly. Joe reached into

his pocket, retrieved her crumpled thongs and stuffed them in her mouth, before taking another six shots.


** Karada


Grace was untied from the chair. She was told to stand. The chair was removed. Her underwear and clothes were

put back in order, and she was given another glass of champagne by Natasha. Grace downed the bubbly wine,

hoping the alcohol would make the time go faster.


Use a twelve yard rope, Nakamori doubled it up and made a loose loop around her neck, with both single ends of

the rope towards the front of her body. He made a first overlay knot just above the breasts, a second one just

under the breasts, a third one on the belly button and a fourth one on the lower belly, just above her patch of

pubic hair. A fourth and fifth knot were added, just over her pussy lips and anus. This would allowing dildos to

be inserted in the knots later.


Nakamori took both ends of the rope, going in between Grace’s legs, over her labia and in between her ass-cheeks

up over her spine and through the neck-loop. Then he split the ends going forward - one end on each side of the

body. By winding the rope in between the first and second overlay knots, retaining the tension and tying the ends

together right next to the spine, Grace’s body soon resembled a fish being caught in a net.


Although Grace could still move, she would feel the rope with every move that she made. This was the Karada

shibari, favored by shibari masters for bestowing a sensation of containment without restriction, making their

submissives constantly aware of their whole body. In essence a body harness made from a single rope, it could be

worn above clothing as Grace was doing now, or tied on the naked body and worn under regular clothing, to

enhance feelings of vulnerability and exposure.


In time to come, Nakamori would train Grace to wear only the karada underneath her clothes – a symbol of her

true status as his property. She would stop wearing underwear, only the karada, whether she went to work or

went shopping. At his command, Grace would open her blouse or lift her skirt to show him the karada on her

body, whether or not they in a private or public place. Eight weeks was his guess. To top off the karada,

Nakamori also secured her arms behind her back in kote kote shibari, a wrist-to-wrist tie.


FLASH !

Joe started taking photographs again of Grace. She looked like any female office executive in her work clothes,

with the sole exception of the rope criss-crossing her body, highlighting sensitive parts of her bound body

through the diamond patterns between the rope.


Curiously, Joe gave Grace a big glass of water to drink while she was still bound, feeding it to her mouth, as her

arms were immobilized behind her back. Grace gulped it down, feeling thirsty. Joe did not wait for her to

swallow, and kept tipping the glass. She could not keep up even though she was drinking as fast as she could.

Much of the water spilled out, onto her chin and onto her clothes, but Joe did not care. In fact, he seemed to take

delight in it. He picked up his camera again and resumed the photography session.


Several photographs later, Nakamori produced a pair of tailor’s scissors. Relentlessly, he began to snip away at

Grace’s clothes, between the ropes. Sometimes he would just make a clean snip. Sometimes he would cut out

pieces of her clothes altogether. The scissors in his hand were merciless.


Grace did not struggle but her eyes betrayed her anxiety and distress as Nakamori systematically cut away pieces

of the clothing on her body. She was afraid to move for fear of getting cut by the scissors. Even if she wanted to

move, she was uncomfortably restrained from doing so because her wrists and forearms were secured tightly

behind her back.


Aiming at Grace through his viewfinder, Joe marveled about how a girl could be posing in front of them to have

her nude photograph taken and not utter a peep, but yet when Nakamori started ripping her clothes to shreds,

the same girl could cry. It was the same thing when a girl would wear much less with a bikini but feel

comfortable walking around on a public beach, yet suddenly feel modest if her skirt blew up while she walked on

a street.


Joe recalled that at Ming’s first photography shoot, the poor girl had wept hysterically throughout as her clothes

were slowly ripped to shreds with a penknife, while her wrists were bound to a rope suspended above her head.

Joe had never fucked a girl taller than him before, so he was especially fascinated with Ming’s long legs.


Nakamori ripped off a piece of Grace’s blouse, eliciting a cry from the girl. He stepped away. Joe immediately

snapped away, capturing photographs of her body for posterity. Pictures of Grace’s front and back of her body,

with major rips in her blouse and skirt. While she was technically wearing formal office clothes, the large circular

holes in her bra cups and thongs put her naked tits, ass and pubic bush on exhibition.

“Hang on,” said Nakamori to Joe.


Grace tried to move away, but Nakamori easily held on to the rope harness around her body. He placed a black

studded leather collar around her neck in no time. With the collar in place, and hand looped around the short

leash linked to the back of her collar, Nakamori could control Grace’s every move easily. At first Grace shook her

head in fear, then tried to turn her head away, but eventually she realized that she could not escape from her

Owner with his firm hand controlling her collar. Her lips parted, and she allowed him to slowly insert an eight

inch black dildo slowly into her mouth.


FLASH !


Joe smiled. This was a great shoot , and one of the best pictures he had taken. He could imagine the caption now.


OFFICE PET BITCH GRACIE. In designer office clothes and heels. Body in rope bondage, with cutout holes in her

clothes and underwear displaying her private parts. Collar around her neck and a dildo stuffed in her mouth.


Standing, facing the camera.


FLASH !


Then the pet bitch was turned around. The big tear in the back of her skirt, the circular hole in her stockings and

panties displaying her ass. Nakamori produced a crop, not unlike something used for horses. He lashed her bare

ass a few times, causing her to flinch and utter muffled cries. Red marks on her ass became visible.

FLASH !


Besides the stinging pain of the crop on her ass, and the high pitched whirr of the photographer’s flash bulb

recharging, Grace could not see or hear anything else.


Next the slut was brought to her knees with Nakamori tugging her collar down, her arms still immobilized. “Yes

fantastic,” said Joe, “let the office pet bitch go on all fours like she was born to.”


With her arms still bound behind her back, Grace was helpless as Nakamori pushed her upper body forward and

down, controlling her with the collar around her neck. Without her arms in front of her, Grace could not support

her upper body, and as a result her head and shoulders were pressed to the floor, faced turn to the side (eight

inch dildo still protruding from her mouth), her ass pointed up.


Joe took several closeup shots of Grace’s face and body in the degrading position, pausing between shots to pull

off first her blouse, then her torn bra, hanging by tatters on her body. All this time, Nakamori kept her on her

knees, her head pressed to the floor. Joe continued walking around Grace, taking pictures of her from all

directions, taking his time to strip her - ripping off the remnants of her stockings, pulling the material of her

ripped and crumpled skirt down to her knees - till she was totally naked, except for the collar on her neck, the

dildo in her mouth, and the pair of torn panties still hanging around her one ankle. Just a couple of months ago,

she was a confident career woman, an executive high-flier. Now she was just a fuck toy, a sexual plaything to be

used and abused.


“You know who requested this pose of you, Grace?” the photographer said to her softly, snapping away with

gusto. “Your boss Mr Shih,” he grinning, “oh yes – Nakamori-san will make quite a bit of money selling your

pictures to the bosses of the company you stole from, and who knows who else in your office. Hahaha.”


Grace felt her eyes welling up in humiliation, knowing that Joe was standing behind her, enjoying the view and

undoubtedly training his zoom lens on her naked ass propped up in the air, and knowing the same pictures

would be viewed by Mr Shih and Mr Ko, both of whom had already violated her once. Judging by how close Joe’s

camera was to her ass, and the sharp intake of breath from Joe, Grace knew it wasn’t just her ass the

photographer was focusing on. FLASH ! While she could not see the photographer because her cheek was

pressed to the floor and he was behind her, the bright flash of light told her that her captors now had a high

definition image of the most intimate part of her body.


“Spread your legs further,” instructed Nakamori. As her Master placed his warm hand on her left inner thigh,

Grace obediently moved her knees further apart, wondering if he could feel her thighs trembling.


Grace screwed her eyes shut, imagining her Master parting her cunt lips with his fingers, and holding them apart,

so that Joe’s photographic lens could capture her tender pink flesh inside. With her exposed cunt caught on film,

and her face in it, Grace knew her fate as bitch slave would be irrevocably sealed.


“The money shot,” said Joe to Nakamori.


FLASH !


Instead, her Master eased a curved black dildo into her pussy and turned it on, causing little spasms to escape

from her body.


“Beautiful,” Joe remarked to himself, turning his camera to check his flash light. Aiming his camera between

Grace’s legs again, he took a few more photographs. He took some shots of his reluctant model’s face too – taking

advantage of the how the working vibrator would put even the most reluctant of his subjects into “the mood”, a

facial expression which he sought to capture in his photography.


With her head still down, Grace swallowed the saliva accumulating in the back of her mouth. The dildo in her

mouth made her salivate plenty, and if she allowed the excess saliva to drool out of her mouth, it would only

make herself feel more humiliated in front of the men. On her other end, her pussy was producing secretions too,

a natural response to the dildo’s vibrations. Powerless to stop herself from lubricating, she felt shamed by her

body’s reaction nonetheless.


“Are we done for this pose?” said Joe. He looked at Nakamori for direction. The close-ups of Grace’s naked ass

not only captured her puckered anus and the curved dildo sticking out of her pussy, but also showed the reddish

welts on her ass cheeks from the earlier lashing. Joe thought of some of the shoots of Nakamori’s other girls,

where he would finger-fuck them in this position to orgasm – the pictures would show their juices spraying out at

their climax. There were also those ones, whom he would whip their exposed cunt, but they would usually be

shaved clean, or Brazilian waxed.


That thought reminded Joe of a question he had for Nakamori. “By the way, when are you going to shave her?”


Grace hated Joe. As if him raping her once was not enough, Joe seemed to delight in defiling her completely. He

wanted to capture her maidenhood’s image for eternity; he was the sort of person who wanted to gloat to the rest

of the world what he had taken, and share with others what her cunt looked like on the inside. He was an asshole.


Nakamori pulled Grace up by her collar, eyeing his bitch and replying wryly, “Be patient, Joe, it will be very

soon..”


On her knees, Grace only looked at her Master’s feet, hoping it would just be depilation they were considering for

her. After all, Natasha’s pussy was not depilated. Her labia were also pierced, and she also had tattoos in

Japanese on her lower back just above her ass, on her upper arm, and above her left breast. Grace was left lying

on the floor at her Master’s feet, still bound, contemplating her fate, as he puffed on a cigar. The dildo in her

pussy was left on, causing an involuntary spasm to pass through her body every now and then.


**


It seemed like ages later, when Grace became aware of her surroundings again. Her Owner was not beside her –

he was discussing with Joe about the pictures they took of her earlier. She heard Natasha’s voice.


Natasha sashayed back into the studio, smiling to herself. She had vanished while Nakamori was tying the

karada on Grace’s body. On Nakamori’s instruction, Nat came over and helped to untie Grace from her bonds,

switching off the vibrator in her pussy. Grace thought that Natasha’s face did seem a little flushed, and it wasn’t

the blusher. Nat only smiled at her as she removed the vibrators in Grace’s mouth and sopping wet pussy.


Royston announced that he had some business to take care of, so he left.


With her bladder already feeling full for the last ten minutes, Grace felt this was an opportune time to put in her

request. It was the two full glasses of champagne she had earlier, plus the big glass of water. Her mouth was tired,

and dry from being stretched around the dildo for so long just minutes ago, but she had to risk the punishment of

being gagged again for opening her mouth when she was not spoken to.


“Please Sir,” she asked Nakamori tentatively, “may I go to the ladies to relieve myself?”


“No you may not,” he replied instantly, without so much as looking at her. “You go after the shoot.”


Grace endured the feeling in her bladder, as Nakamori adjusted the ropes over and around her body. She looked

at Nat pleadingly for help, but Nat refused to make eye contact with her.


Nat led her by hand, walking her to where the pile of her office clothes was lying on the floor, from her first pose

that evening. Joe had already setup his tripod there, and was adjusting his camera.


Nakamori moved a stool in front of Grace, while holding the black vibrator dildo in one hand. He sat down on

the stool while she remained standing. “Say hi to your old friend,” said Nakamori. Grace had to spread her legs

while he slowly inserted the dildo into her cunt. It was clearly too large for Grace’s petite cunt, as she was a petite

girl, but he persisted. When he stopped, the end of the fat dildo stuck out from her cunt by about an inch, but was

secured loosely in place by the ropes traversing from her navel down to the front of her crotch, underneath and

over her cunt lips and up her butt crack to the bottom of her spine.


“I’m terribly sorry, Sir, I really need to go..” she said sheepishly. Her bladder was bursting.


“You need to pee?” said Nakamori without a hint of irritation.


She nodded.


“That’s too bad. You hold it in. The ropes are already done as you can see.”


Without further ado, he turned on the vibrator to the medium speed setting. Grace’s body instantly tensed up. He

also activated the pulse button, meaning every fifteen seconds the vibrator would ramp up to high speed for three

seconds before returning to medium speed.


He turned Grace to face the other way, so that her ass was facing him. Due to its weight, the dildo had a tendency

to slip out if it wasn’t checked by the loose ropes going over Grace’s pussy and butt crack.


Using the index and middle fingers of his right hand, with his palm facing up, he supported the bottom end of

the vibrating dildo, pushing it up when he felt it slipping out. Nakamori wondered: was it slipping out from its

own weight, or was Grace squeezing her cunt? He caressed the hair at the back of her neck lovingly, like he

would scratch the back of a dog’s ears.


Occasionally, he grasped the end of the large dildo with his fingers, and jiggled it in her cunt for three seconds,

evoking a pronounced reaction from the tart. He would vary the direction of the jiggling to catch her offguard, at

times side to side, at times up and down, and at times in both directions simultaneously.


Right after each jiggle, he would let go of the dildo, and give a sharp smack to Grace’s left butt cheek with his

palm. The smack was delivered in a calculated fashion – not like a spanking with the full force of his palm onto

her ass cheek, but a glancing blow. The effect was a stinging pain that smarted for two full seconds while the

victim would involuntarily clench her butt cheeks together for half a second after the blow was delivered. If he

was lucky, her clenching would coincide when the vibrator went into its burst of high speed pulses, causing

Grace’s body to arch like she has been electrified.


Nakamori repeated this several times, throwing in some randomness with appropriate pauses in between – jiggle
the dildo for three seconds, deliver a hard smack, pause for five seconds, jiggle the dildo for five seconds, deliver
another smack, jiggle the dildo for two seconds, pause for three seconds, jiggle the dildo again for another three
seconds, deliver a smack, jiggle again for another two seconds, and so on.


Not forgetting that throughout this ordeal the dildo was deep inside her delivering two thousand vibrations per
second, Grace’s body was forced to react in ways she had absolutely no control over. The alternating jiggles of
the vibrator deep in her pussy and ass smacks forced Grace’s vaginal walls and ass cheeks to contract and relax
every few seconds. Grace could feel herself losing grip – not just muscular control. The ability to reason was also
slipping from her mind, and she couldn’t think. She could only react, there was no mind, only body. And her
body reacted to every move her Master made, like the way he wanted to.


Like a reflex, her pelvic muscles were coaxed into this rhythmic cycle of pain and pleasure, while the orgasmic
urges surged inside her like molten lava emerging from the cracks of a dormant volcano. All this time, her full
bladder did not help. Tears ran down her face, as each blow and jiggle raining down on her ass and pussy
systematically dismantled her mind’s control over her body. She could feel the cracks appearing in her façade of
control as the unbridled desire swelled in her bosom and in her loins - her Master was going to unveil her natural
state, reveal her vulnerable side, expose her raw sexuality.



It would happen so quickly and unexpectedly that Grace had forgotten to ask for permission to cum.


Grace started to cum, in front of her Master. With closed eyes and gritted teeth, the silent climax took over her
body, making her shudder violently. She had denied her body the release for so long that when it finally came, it
was like an explosive volcanic eruption that would not stop. But her explosive orgasm was not all to it. He
wanted to humble her. Make her accept her bodily functions, were just that, bodily functions, in front of Him.


With a carefully placed palm on her lower abdomen, he exerted a firm pressure. Distracted by the pleasurable
contractions her body was in the midst of, Grace offered no resistance, nor did she see it coming. Her bladder was
already like a reservoir at the verge of overflow, and she was too caught up with her climax that she did not
realize her Owner’s hand was touching her lower belly until it was too late. He pressed down on her bladder, not
in a hard way, but firmly. Grace uttered a cry of anguish and despair at the exact point when she started peeing.


Her Master had stepped back once it begun, knowing Grace could not stop the deluge of her own pee raining
down on the crumpled office clothes at her feet.


Grace closed her legs and tried in vain to hide her shameful lack of self-control, her hands desperately trying to
cover her crotch in front of her audience. She wailed, feeling the hot stream steadily running down her legs,
feeling conflicted by the wonderful sense of relief which pervaded her as her bladder finally let go. Another
shudder went through her body, the last contraction of her forced orgasm.

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