Cross Contamination Pt. 17

Cross Contamination Chapter 17 - What a Way to Make a Living

Shit! Daren stared down at the flash drive dangling by its short lanyard, brain still short-circuiting from what had happened. Why was his wife here at the office? Well... actually, that was the easiest question to answer. The twisted contract she had signed with Victor apparently now obliged her to become the slutty secretary for Daren's suave, dominant boss. Which meant that Gina was going to be flaunting herself to all of the coworkers who already didn't respect him much.

And, based on the fact that Victor had used her as a delivery girl, carrying a USB drive in her tight virgin ass to give to her husband, Daren's boss had no intention of pulling his punches. This was intended to be witheringly embarrassing for both of them.

As Daren sat, his mind whirling, a voice rose softly from his speakers. "Hey guys! I know that it's been a little while since I streamed. I'm so glad to see you all back again!"

Shit, that was right... Gina's debut as his boss's submissive secretary wasn't the only thing Daren had to worry about. Cassie was about to start her stream, and this time Daren wouldn't be the one behind the controls, egging her on to go further and show more. Renee had turned over the controls to Charlie, the odious man who had bullied Daren for decades and had an obsession with making Daren's daughter his personal fucktoy.

Daren felt a compelling need to watch the stream. Partially, he wanted to make sure that nothing too insane happened to his daughter... but he had to admit a twisted part of him hungered to see exactly how far she could be pushed in the public stream.

But he didn't have time to drop everything and simply watch the stream. He would have to multitask. Even if he had delivered it in an obscene way, it was obvious that Victor had loaded some sort of task for Daren onto the USB drive, and Daren knew better than to ignore his boss's commands even in these heated circumstances.

Curling his lip in mild distaste, Daren wiped off the drive with a tissue, then plugged it into his work computer. In it, he found a document titled "assignment" along with a large folder titled "product samples". Daren pulled his daughter's stream onto his second monitor, then opened the document, a feeling of foreboding filling his heart.

"Morning Hardon,

Here is your assignment for the day. We've taken on the website "She Will Serve" as a client. In the attached folder, you'll find some sample materials to give you a sense of what the website is and how it operates. You're going to present a proposal to me by the end of the day on how our firm can advertise this site effectively.

I expect to be blown away, Hardon. Don't disappoint me."

Daren blinked and frowned at his computer. It was pushy, demanding, and much more rushed than he was used to, but this sort of request was well within his usual job responsibilities. He had expected much worse. He moused over to the folder, but before he could open it, he got distracted by Cassie's stream

"I'm not going to take off any clothes this time, guys. I know that things have gotten a little crazy in the past, but this time I just want to chill out, game, and chat with you all. That's it."

...

It felt good to be streaming again. Definitely a lot better than going back to school would have been. In the last couple of weeks, Cassie had been forced to deal with whispers, laughter, and bullying from her senior classmates, and at the assembly yesterday, she had proven all of their sneering rumors right. On the floor of the gym in front of the whole senior class, she had performed an obscene routine, showing off her curvy young body in the embarrassingly inadequate cheerleader outfit Renee had forced her to wear.

Not to mention the fact that afterward, Renee had licked her to orgasm against the wall of the school. Staying home today not only meant that she could avoid the stares and whispers of her classmates, it also meant that she could hide out from Renee and try to sort out her tumultuous feelings. Cassie hated that scheming bitch... yet at the same time, she felt drawn to Renee irresistibly. She knew that doing what Renee said was a recipe for complete humiliation... and at the same time, the beautiful, evil minx made complete humiliation sound fucking hot.

Right now, Cassie didn't want to think about it. Besides, she had her hands full with the horny jerks who seemed to be infesting her chat today.

[Take off ur shirt!]

[Tits! Tits! Tits! Tits or we walk!]

[Come on, princess, just the sweater. How are we supposed to enjoy the stream without a little bit of eye candy?]

Cassie rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to take off any clothes this time, guys. I know that things have gotten a little crazy in the past, but this time I just want to chill out, game, and chat with you all. That's it." She was aware that the reason her streams were popular was that she was an attractive young woman. And she would be lying if she said that the focused attention of a couple dozen internet strangers didn't cause a little sizzle of heat to pulse through her. But she had to keep a hold of herself. Renee had done an excellent job of awakening her to the thrill of public exposure. But it was her job to keep that new fetish from consuming her completely. Exposing herself to strangers on the internet would just be more proof that she couldn't resist her own libido.

Cassie was so distracted by the chat being a bunch of rowdy, horny idiots that she lost focus and died, sniped from behind by another player in Strike Team 4. Cassie let out a frustrated groan, leaning back and tossing the controller to her desk. The chat immediately began to go wild.

[Oh shit! I guess you had better stop flirting and keep your head in the game.]

[Keep your eye on the game, Kissy!]

Cassie was about to angrily snap back at them when a priority message arrived. Viewers could pay a small fee to make their message glow a bright color and float on the screen. It was the primary way of making money on the platform along with subscriptions, and so, in theory, Cassie should have been happy to see it. But this one made her pause.

[Don't mind her, boys. Everyone knows Kissy is just here to show off those fat tits. Of course she can't actually play the game.]

"Oh, so you're back," she said with a tight, non-plussed smile. It was from a user with the eye-rolling name of "BigDikDaddy". She had ended up friending the user after her last stream, when he had tried to egg her on to flash her tits. She had barely managed to hold back, but it seemed that the persistent horndog had just jumped on her the very next time she started streaming. There was no question in her mind what he wanted. She would have to be extra careful to control herself with a guy like him flashing his cash and trying to coax her into extra exposure. "Listen..." she was about to address him, but using his name felt too embarrassing. She flushed lightly, then continued. "I know you think you had me last time, but I just lost control a little. This stream is going to be just about gaming. If you all are here hoping to see something else, then you can just go ahead and leave."

It was the wrong thing to say. A few seconds later, her numbers began to drain away, moving from 72 viewers down to 53. Then further down to 46. Cassie's stomach sank. Her last stream had gone so well, she had hoped that this might be a good way to earn some money. But maybe she had sent the wrong message by playing in a thin, tight undershirt last time and pigeonholing herself.

She tried to shake it off and continue gaming, saying brightly, "Ok, everyone. Time to get back in there. I'm going to prove that I'm not just a pretty face." She picked up the controller, adjusted her headset, and started another match. But as she played, she couldn't help but keep an eye on the view counter in the corner of her screen. It ticked downward slowly but surely over time, which was enough to annoy her and make her play worse and worse.

Within minutes, Cassie was dead once again. She had to hold back a snarl of frustration as she set the controller. She hoped that BigDikDaddy had already logged off, but a second later, he proved that he wasn't so easy to get rid of. Another premium message glowed on the screen for all of her viewers to see.

[See? Just a pretty face and a pair of fat tits. That's what we want to see, Kissy, not your subpar skills.]

Well... at least she had gotten paid to let this pervert insult her. "Very funny, Dick," she muttered angrily, finally finding a nickname she was happy to use for the obnoxious commenter. "I don't doubt that that's what some online pervs are interested in. But if that's the only way for me to get viewers, then maybe I don't want to stream at all." The view count was scraping the bottom of the barrel now. There were about twelve people still sticking around. She was spouting off brave-sounding words, but maybe she really didn't have what it took to be a streamer purely focused on gaming.

As she watched, discouraged, one of the few remaining viewers, named Puppy92 sent a non-premium message in the chat.

[Keep playing Kissy! Don't listen to that asshole!]

She was about to thank him for his support when another premium message flashed through from BigDikDaddy.

[Look, I can tell you're going to be a stuck-up bitch about this, so why don't we make this a bit more interesting with a little bet? It couldn't possibly hurt your streaming numbers, and maybe it would pull in some viewers from the drama.]

Cassie frowned at the screen, reading the message, then glancing down at the view counter. She knew it was a bad idea to give this jerk the attention he so clearly craved... but on the other hand, she missed the big numbers and enthusiastic participation she had gotten last time. As annoying as he was, BigDikDaddy was right that she needed something to spice up her stream.

What the hell. If things got out of hand or he demanded too much, she could always just end the stream, just like she did last time.

"You know what?" she said with a cocky grin, eyeballing the webcam, "You're on, Dick. What sort of game did you have in mind?"

Another premium message flashed up on the screen almost instantly. Whoever this user was, he had no problem burning cash.

[Simple. Whenever you get a kill, I send you twenty bucks. Buuttt, whenever you die, you take off a piece of clothing.]

Cassie paused, with a strange, pulsing heat growing low in her belly. He was certainly suggesting a dangerous game, especially considering how poorly she had been playing... But on the other hand, Cassie knew she was actually pretty good at Strike Force 4 when she was in the zone. And twenty dollars per kill was a lot.

Well, he was right that it might attract more viewers hoping to see something crazy... and the potential for earning money could be huge. Renee had mentioned a private college counsellor that might be able to help her the other day, and this might actually make enough money that Cassie could afford their services.

In the end, if the game called for her to take something off that would show too much, she could just end the stream.

"You're on. I hope you're ready to lose some money, Daddy," said Cassie confidently, picking her controller back up. In her haste, she had mixed up the shortened nickname she had decided on for the anonymous prick. But she had bigger things to worry about. Like winning all of his money and proving to him that she wasn't just eye candy.

...

Gina felt the eyes of the office on her as she wiggled her way back across the open-plan floor toward Victor.

She was stinging with shame, both figuratively from the smug, appraising looks that her husband's coworkers were giving her, and literally, from the thorough spanking that Victor had given her just before sending her on the humiliating delivery job toward her husband.

And it wasn't just her cheeks that were hurting. Victor had lubed up the flash drive before inserting it, and it really hadn't been that big, but Gina's asshole was tight, pristine, and up to this point, completely unused. She still felt the mild, pulsing ache between her cheeks from when Victor slid the device inside her.

It was completely mortifying. Not only had she crumbled completely and done exactly as she was asked, like a good girl, but she had also revealed her shameful new job to her husband in a way that humiliated them both. Now she was trotting back to her master for her next instructions. She had fallen so far that the tough, intelligent woman she had been a few months ago wouldn't even recognize her. And yet, she couldn't stop. Gina knew that resisting at this point and failing to return to Victor as she had been told would only lead to further humiliating punishments. She would just have to finish out this humiliating day of submission and then find some other way to regroup. There was no other choice.

Victor looked up as she entered the office and clicked the door shut behind her, breathing a sigh of relief. True, she still had Victor running his dark, heated eyes over her like she was a piece of meat, but she was used to that at this point. Deep, reluctant arousal was practically her default state in front of her husband's suave boss at this point. She tried her best to glare at him now, but he wasn't even looking her in the eyes, instead focusing on the slutty little outfit he had dressed her up in.

Her shirt was practically sheer, stretched tight over her ample tits in a way that not only showed the size and color of her nipples, but showcased them. Her flouncy skirt would have looked fine if it were four inches longer, but it was loose and flowy enough that it risked flipping up and exposing what was underneath at any moment. Which would be an issue, considering that Victor had confiscated her panties. The look was completed with dark stockings and the tall platform heels that Victor seemed to love.

"So," said Gina after clearing her throat loudly to get Victor's attention, "is there anything that you actually want me to do today? Or will it just be another few hours of being a sex object until it's time to drain your balls?" She had intended it to be sharp and sarcastic, but her outburst instead came across with a little too much heat to sound fully insincere.

Victor's eyes finally snapped up to meet hers, and Gina felt her stomach fill with butterflies. Here in the seat of Victor's power, as he sat behind his hardwood desk with leather-bound books on the shelves surrounding him, she had never felt more weak. And somehow, that rushing sense of powerless submission only turned her on further. When he grinned, she could feel the heat blossoming between her legs, and she wished she was wearing panties... it felt like soon she might leak lubrication down her thighs. As if Victor didn't already have enough evidence she was a pathetic slut.

"No, kitten. Believe it or not, I listen to your complaints," said Victor in a smooth, condescending tone that set Gina's teeth on edge. "I saw that you were... upset yesterday over the lack of job responsibilities. I applaud your work ethic. You always were a woman who was willing to go the extra mile at work, and I should have expected you would be the same under my employ."

Gina took a deep breath that flared her nostrils. Victor loved to get under her skin, and his mocking reference to her former job as a highly respected lawyer was just another cheap shot. She ignored it, asking him in a tight, controlled voice, "So what would you like me to do, boss?" Once again, she had intended the address to be mocking, but somehow she didn't seem to have full control of her voice today. It came out sounding almost reverent.

Victor regarded her for a moment longer, his eyes wandering once again over his plaything's lusciously displayed figure. "I need you to go collect the weekly progress reports from three managers. They should already be completed, so all you need to do is go and ask them to hand the documents over." He spoke in a smoldering rumble which seemed totally at odds with how mundane his request was.

Gina narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "That's it? You want me to walk across the office and grab you some files?" It smelled like a trap. Sure, it would be embarrassing to traipse around the office dressed like a slut, but no more embarrassing than sitting at her assigned desk in front of Victor's office dressed like a slutty secretary would be.

"That's it," said Victor with an infuriating grin. "A task so simple even a bimbo secretary couldn't screw it up, I would think."

"Why don't you just have them email you?" asked Gina testily, instinctively crossing her arms over her tits to keep Victor from staring at the way her nipples were pressed hard against the thin cloth.

Victor tapped the pile of leather-bound folders on the desk next to him. "You've seen how I work, Gigi. I prefer physical copies. Enough stalling. I think it's a simple enough job. Is this something you can take care of for me?"

Gina huffed and rolled her eyes, but even though she knew that there must be more to the task than it seemed, she didn't actually have any particular reason to object at the moment. "Fine," she muttered reluctantly. "I'll get those files, if it's so important to you. Who do I need to get them from?"

"I need them from Simon, Charlie, and Gerald," said Victor airily. "They all have offices, and they're all labeled. Even you should be able to find them easily." He already looked as if he was getting distracted, sliding one of the files off the stack and flipping it open. It was an annoying habit that Gina noticed he had at the office. Her entire day was structured around serving and pleasing him, but he only seemed to have small scraps of time available for paying attention to her. It made sense, considering he was the CEO of a successful business, but Gina was used to having his undivided attention, and playing second fiddle like this rankled her.

Gina turned with a scowl and marched out of the office. She didn't like all of Victor's sniping comments about her lack of intelligence. They simply weren't true. She had been a highly effective litigator right up until Victor started messing around with her life. Maybe she had been making a few silly mistakes since then, but it was his fault, not a lack of intelligence.

When she exited Victor's office, Gina was pleased to see that the rest of the employees appeared to have lost interest in the sluttiest new addition to the staff and had gotten back to work. She had no doubt that they would soon begin to focus on her again if she hung around too long, so she set off immediately toward the closest open office door in sight. The first one she found wasn't one of the names she was looking for, and neither was the next one. It seemed that Victor had been overestimating how easy this task would be.

Gina almost peered into the next open door as well before she caught herself. This was Daren's office. Her stomach flipped over at the sight. He must hate her right now... Gina had always been the strong one in their relationship. She couldn't imagine what Daren must think now that she had revealed herself as his boss's public slut at work.

She had a few more offices to check on the other side of Daren's open office door, so she had no choice but to hurry past. Luckily, it seemed that her husband was totally absorbed in his computer, staring at it intently with a strange, disturbed expression on his face. Gina was sure that Victor had given him a humiliating task in the flash drive she had delivered. She promised to herself she would make it up to her husband later, but for now, she had her own issues to worry about.

She recognized the name on the next office, although the sight of it twisted her mouth into a sneer of shame and disgust.

Charlie Fontaine. She couldn't believe that she had once thought that he was a man to aspire to. Talk about a man who peaked in high school... If the surly, swaggering quarterback he had been back then had actually taken Gina up on her foolish offer to be his woman, she would be saddled with the crude, disgusting lout he had become since then. She had really dodged a bullet there.

Gina had gotten through most of her life without thinking about or speaking to her high school crush again, and that had taken some effort, considering he went to Daren's office parties. But Victor had been crystal clear here. She was expected to collect the report he wanted from Charlie, and that was exactly what she planned to do. She set her jaw in determination and stepped into Charlie's doorway, rapping her knuckles on the open door.

Charlie didn't even look up from his computer; the glow of the screen flickered over a strange, lascivious look on his ugly, stubbled face. Large, over-the-ear headphones hugged his head. For some reason, just seeing his posture and expression, Gina could tell that he was watching porn.

Disgusting... what sort of pathetic degenerate would watch porn at work? It was the sort of thing that Victor had tried to smear Gina with by rigging her computer the day before, but here Charlie was, just doing it on his own.

"I'm busy today," he grunted, waving his hand vaguely with his eyes darting avidly across the screen. "On a special assignment. Come back with whatever the fuck you need tomorrow." He clicked rapidly, then leaned forward to type something.

Gina's lips thinned in annoyance. Getting ignored was better than being treated like a piece of meat by Charlie, but she didn't appreciate being talked to like some sort of servant. She took a step deeper into the room, cleared her throat, and spoke up so that Charlie could hear her over whatever he was listening to. "I don't care about whatever assignment you're supposedly working on. The boss says that he needs the report that you have for him."

Her voice was enough to get Charlie to tear his eyes away from the screen. As he finally realized who was standing there in his office, his expression faded from an annoyed scowl to a slimy grin. "Hey! Didn't see that it was you when you came in, Gigi. I always have time for my favorite high school pal. What was it that you said you needed again?"

Gina felt her stomach twist as Charlie's beady eyes roamed all over her sluttily displayed body. She had always thought she was better than the likes of Charlie. He had gone from football star to sleazy creep, while she ascended to a prestigious position in law. But now the positions were exactly reversed. She was the pathetic one between them, standing in revealing clothes that her husband's boss had dressed her in. And she could tell that Charlie was relishing his position of relative power.

"I need the report that Victor is expecting," said Gina stonily, crossing her arms over her chest to prevent Charlie from leering at her nipples. Humiliatingly, his disrespectful inspection of her body was causing a creeping, insidious heat to spread through her. She despised Charlie, but at this point Victor had seared a powerful fetish for humiliation into her soul, and there was nothing more humiliating than being subjected to his greedy stare.

"Right. Right," muttered Charlie agreeably. He swiveled in his chair and picked up one of the leather folders Victor liked to use, holding it out across his desk. "I was wondering when he would ask for those. Suppose it makes sense he would send his new sex doll to come grab 'em."

Gina didn't even bother to engage with the pig. Better to just let him talk and avoid the inevitable creepy interaction. She crossed the distance to his desk in a few short strides and reached to grab the folder and get the task over with.

Only for Charlie to suddenly lift the papers out of her reach right when she was about to grab them. His grin was almost as sickening as the glitter in his watery eyes as he said, "Of course, if I'm helping you out with the job Victor gave you, it only makes sense for you to help me out as well."

Gina knew what the answer would be before she even asked, but it was becoming clear that Charlie wasn't going to play along with the task that she had been given unless she played along with the script of his obscene game. Still, she didn't have to enjoy it. Her voice was stony and cold as she asked, "Ok. So what exactly do you want me to help with?"

"I want you to jerk me off. For old time's sake," said Charlie simply, his blunt, ugly face still split in a wide grin. "Once you finish the job, I'll let you finish the job our dear leader gave you."

Well, Gina could at least say this for Charlie: he hadn't tried to disguise his desires or beat around the bush. That made things a little simpler. She leaned back, restraining her urge to simply slap him across his smug, fat face, and said dispassionately. "No. I won't be doing that, Charlie. I think that maybe you've gotten the wrong impression from seeing..." Her voice faltered a little, and a flush rose briefly to her cheeks. "Well, from seeing the way that I interact with Victor. My relationship with him is special. In other words, I'm not just some cock-thirsty slut that will submit to any man who gives me a stern order."

Charlie's smug look faded to one of faint surprise and displeasure. "I'm not sure you really understand your position here, sweetheart," he grumbled.

Gina cut him off sharply before he could say anything else to piss her off. "No, I don't think you understand, asshole," she snapped. "I'm not some sex toy for you to use. And I don't think that Victor would be pleased to learn that some random dunce has been trying to get his grubby hands on his property."

Gina was so angry and disgusted with Charlie's crude pass at her that she didn't even register the fact that she had admitted to belonging to a man beside her husband. It felt like such an obvious fact that the statement slipped out on its own.

Charlie's eyebrows shot up, and he leaned back in his chair, staring at Gina as if unsure if she was serious. She gave him a steely-eyed glare in return, and eventually the pudgy creep seemed to give up. He shrugged and turned back to toss the documents back on the filing cabinet he had grabbed them from. "Well, I guess we'll see, won't we?" he said placidly. "Go ahead and explain to your owner why you can't do the job that he sent you to accomplish. I'm interested to hear what he says."

Gina bit her tongue to keep herself from snapping back at him. It wouldn't do any good at this point. She could only hope that when Victor heard that another man had made a pass at her, he would take matters into his own hands and wipe that smug look off Charlie's face.

She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, then continued straight down the hall, so angry that she didn't even bother to sneak past Daren's door this time. She went straight to Victor's door and burst in, growing angrier and angrier as Charlie's disgusting demand truly began to sink in. Victor looked up in surprise as she slammed the door behind her.

"You would not believe what that little toad tried to extort from me in exchange for that report!" She fumed, pacing back and forth in her massive heels. Once, she might have wobbled on these types of platform heels, but Gina was nothing if not adaptable. She had already adopted a graceful, swaying stride that perfectly balanced on the sky-high shoes.

Victor sighed and flipped the folder he was perusing closed, setting it on his desk and steepling his fingers. "And what would that be, pet?"

"He told me that I would have to jerk him off before he would hand it over!" said Gina with a scandalized scoff. "Can you believe his nerve? And I have to say that this is your fault, Victor. Your insistence on this demeaning getup has given people the impression that I'm... I don't fucking know! Open for business or something!"

Victor nodded as if absorbing what she said, a thoughtful look on his face. Gina's brow furrowed as she saw that he wasn't going to have the reaction that she had hoped. She had half-expected him to fly into a cold, domineering rage and sweep down the hall to toss Charlie out on his rear end. Instead, to her dismay, he simply said mildly, "I'm not sure I understand the issue, kitten. I mean, I know that you find his request embarrassing, but I'm not sure why you couldn't have just done it. What's the harm in letting a coworker have a little fun?"

Gina's jaw dropped open, but Victor just stared back at her calmly, an infuriating smile playing at the edges of his lips. He thought this was amusing, but he wasn't joking.

"So... what?" Asked Gina in disbelief. "You just want me to go and jerk off another man? After all of your big talk about owning me and conquering me and making me submit, you're happy for some other pushy jerk to demand sexual favors from me in your own office?"

Victor raised an eyebrow. "No, kitten, you're looking at this all wrong. You are mine now. That's true. But you're mine to do what I want with. And it pleases me to turn you into the ultimate submissive slut, eager to serve cock at all times. Charlie is a loyal underling. One of my men. He's no threat to me... and he could be useful to teach you your place."

Gina flushed red in shame and anger. But what was worse was the flush of heat that pulsed through her at Victor's twisted plan for her. She wasn't just going to be slutty eye candy for the entire office... she was going to be an actual slut. It wasn't just humiliating; it was intolerable. No matter how confused and horny she had become, did Victor seriously believe she would just meekly fold and jerk off a man she despised because he had said so?

She opened her mouth to tell Victor in no uncertain terms that she simply wasn't going to do what he said, but Victor saw the flash of defiance in her eyes and preempted her. Gina's protest died in her throat as he stood and prowled around his desk. His face still wore a calm, collected smile, but his eyes flashed dangerously. He wasn't going to be contradicted by his plaything.

He moved close, then, surprisingly, engulfed Gina in his strong arms. His massive hand slid down her back, then flipped up her skirt to rest gently on the exposed skin of her ass. "Do your fat cheeks still sting, kitten?" He murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

They did actually. It had only been a few minutes since Victor had given her a humiliating, thorough, distressingly erotic spanking. Gina shuddered at the light, gentle touch of her master's fingers as they traced gently over the sensitive skin of her reddened ass.

Gina squirmed in his arms, but didn't answer. Her heart was in her throat, and she couldn't trust herself to speak. Victor chuckled, and she could feel the deep, seismic rumble in his broad, powerful chest. "That's what I thought. Listen, kitten, I know that it can be scary. I'm shaping you into something new. Something embarrassing. This in-between state can sometimes feel a little awkward. But I know that your submissive instinct is going to pull you through. You don't need to worry or struggle or even feel bad."

He reached down and caught her chin in his firm fingers, tilting her head up to stare into his penetrating glare. "All you need to do is obey and let Daddy take care of you, ok, babygirl?"

The part of Gina that sneered at this sort of condescending talk still existed, somewhere deep in her soul. It raged at Victor's smug tone, and his assumption that she would be happy to do whatever humiliating task that he asked. It cringed as he used the word "Daddy"; overused, trite, and infantilizing. But that voice was drowned out by the intoxication of Victor's proximity. Pressed tight against his muscular chest with one of his powerful arms wrapped around her, Gina found her pride and self-confidence to be no match. She felt the powerful need to obey unquestioningly, and it scared her.

But even if she wanted to do what Victor said, it didn't make the implied command any easier to swallow. "But Victor," she said desperately, "I c-can't just..."

Victor held a finger to her lips. "Ah ah ah. I don't want to hear another word like that, Kitten," he said warningly. "I gave you a task. I know how determined and resourceful you can be. I want you to treat my underlings as an extension of me. They're your bosses too. Now, can you be a good girl and get me those reports like I asked?"

Gina's mind rebelled at the thought of what he was asking. Submission to Victor was easy. He was just so obviously... superior. But doing whatever a pathetic pig like Charlie asked? That wasn't just swallowing her pride; it was trampling all self-respect in the mud.

"The next thing I want to hear you say is 'Yes, Daddy'," prompted Victor, his eyes somehow warm and frightening at the same time.

The words were on Gina's lips before she knew she planned to say them, coming out in a breathy whimper.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Make me proud," said Victor with a broad smile. He disengaged from Gina and gave her a little swat on the rump to send her on her way.

There was nothing left to say. Victor had won again, just like he always did. Gina turned, blushing scarlet, and slunk out of the room, mind racing with what she had just agreed to.

She hadn't even begun her task. She had three reports to get. It was going to be a long day.

...

Renee giggled and kicked her feet in delight, leaning back in the comfortable swivel chair that Miss Chambers kept in the office that Renee had more or less commandeered for her personal use at this point.

It had been pretty fun to task her pathetic puppy with corrupting his daughter, but she had to admit that Cassie's real dad was much better suited to the task. His idea for the stripping game already had the ditzy slut visibly hot and bothered, even though all she had lost so far was her socks and sweater.

Normally Renee would have forced her slave to come to school and face the humiliation that had been prepared for her no matter what, but giving her one day of breathing room actually killed two birds with one stone. It gave Kissy a chance to process how fucking hot her exposure had been and built up a little dread for one... but more importantly, it let her catch up on her neglected streaming career. Unless Renee was very much mistaken, this was going to be a doozy.

"That was a fluke," grumbled Kissy, her fat tits wobbling beneath her tight undershirt as she squirmed with erotic discomfort. "He had a lucky shot. You had better be prepared to pay up, Daddy."

Renee could already tell exactly where this would go. Even through the screen of her phone, she could see the blush on Kissy's cheeks. Hear the little rasp of arousal creeping into her voice. She was a well-trained bitch at this point, conditioned to go into heat from public exposure and humiliation. Once she got turned on, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from giving in completely.

Renee watched gleefully, biting her lip as the next message from Charlie flashed up on the screen in lurid blue:

[Yeah, yeah. Nice tits, doll. Can't wait to see more of them. We both know you suck so bad that you'll be naked within the hour.]

Kissy didn't even respond this time, just glaring at the screen and moving her thumbs in rough, jerky motions. Renee was no expert when it came to video games, but she could already tell that Kissy was playing poorly, distracted by her humiliating arousal. Charlie's message wasn't just expertly needling his secret daughter; it was the plain truth.

Renee's fun was momentarily interrupted by a knock on the door. Even more annoyingly, Mel didn't even wait for a response before cracking the door open and slipping inside.

"Just wanted to update you on the situation with Bass and that slutty little coward that Kissy calls her friend," said Mel breezily, striding across the room without a care in the world.

Renee felt a flash of annoyance. Mel had been getting a little too big for her britches lately. Assuming that she was Renee's partner rather than her lackey. Renee knew she never should have allowed the bitchy blonde to be her "co-captain". It had given her entirely the wrong impression.

But Renee wasn't too worried. After all, she had a talent for putting people in their place. She raised an eyebrow and beckoned Mel closer. "I'm not worried about side projects right now. I'm too busy with the main event. Come here for a second."

Mel, to her credit, immediately caught the dangerous undertone in Renee's voice and sobered up, her carefree smile replaced with an expression of wary anxiety. Still, she knew better than to ignore Renee's commands, and she approached reluctantly.

"No," said Renee impatiently, "around the desk, dumbass. I need your help."

With a visible gulp, Mel circled the desk until she was standing just above her gorgeous leader, eyes shining with terror.

Renee relished the pretty blonde's growing arousal and dismay as she pointed a slim finger downward and pronounced her sentence. "On your knees, Mel. Kiss kiss. Just like old times."

Things hadn't always gone smoothly between Mel and Renee. When they first met each other, they had been at each other's throats. Mel had wrongly assumed that she, as a tall, pretty blonde, would be the queen bee of the school.

It had been thoroughly satisfying to break Mel down and convince her otherwise. A sort of test run for the more comprehensive corruptions that Renee had planned for the future. "Kiss kiss" was a sort of brutal inside joke between them, although Renee doubted that Mel found it funny. It had been a sort of catchphrase for Mel at the time they both met. A bitchy little sign-off that she used when blowing someone off.

Renee had turned it into a euphemism for the submissive service she had forced Mel to perform. The blonde cheer captain didn't use the catchphrase anymore.

Their current relationship, with Mel her unquestioningly loyal underling, had been Mel's reward for her complete submission. She got to be Renee's right hand rather than her sexual plaything. But it seemed like Mel needed a reminder of how their relationship worked.

Renee could read the reluctance plain on Melissa's face, but also the hunger lurking there just under the surface. Mel had never been as submissive as Kissy, but Renee still hadn't found it difficult to train her into finding her tasks arousing. It wasn't a dynamic they had explored in a long time, but Renee saw the old emotions surfacing on her lackey's face all at once.

Mel opened her mouth as if she was going to protest, then closed it again and swallowed visibly, her ivory throat bobbing. She knew better at this point than to defy Renee. Nothing good had ever come from that. Kissy's failed rebellion was just one more example in a long line.

Instead, her eyes dropped, then she got to her knees beneath the desk, already easing Renee's leggings down over her plump ass.

Renee settled back into the chair with a happy sigh. Concentrating on the stream as Mel dove between her thighs to begin her task. All was right in the world. Mel was being brought back into line with a firm tug of the leash, and Kissy was about to break some boundaries online, with her full face revealed.

If Kissy thought dancing for her classmates was back, wait until her ditzy horniness led her to plaster her naked tits all over the internet.

...

Cassie tried her best to stay cool and calm, focusing completely on the game. But that was easier said than done. She was back in the same position she had been in at the end of her last stream, wearing a thin, tight T-shirt rather than the baggy sweater she had been wearing originally.

At least this time she had a bra on as well. But it was obvious that her viewers smelled blood. The view count was rising rapidly, which on the one hand was a good sign. But on the other hand, it also meant that there were more people watching her if she failed.

The whole thing made her feel jittery. Hot and cold at the same time. Even worse, a perverse arousal was rising up inside her at what might happen if she failed. She could feel her nipples throbbing up against the fabric of her bra, and a sweet, needy heat was already beginning to bloom between her thighs.

She ignored it. It didn't matter if she had entered into this crazy stripping agreement in the end. If things got too intense, she would simply unplug her computer and claim that there had been technical difficulties.

But even with the knowledge that she could stop at any time, Cassie couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if she didn't stop... and what it would feel like to lose this particular game.

Even in her distracted state, Cassie managed a clean headshot, downing an opponent. She felt a savage burst of triumph, and a grin flashed across her face. There. That will teach that prick to badmouth me.

As if thinking about him summoned him into being, a message from BigDikDaddy flashed up on her screen, along with a twenty-dollar donation.

[Not bad. But who are you kidding, sweetheart? We both know you're losing those clothes sooner or later. Why be a tease and drag it out?]

"Oh fuck you," snarled Cassie in exasperation. "When I get shot, you say I suck, and I'm going to end up naked. But when I shoot someone else, you say the same thing! Wishful thinking doesn't mean it's true, Dick. These clothes are staying right where they are, thank you very-"

She had been so distracted she hadn't noticed as another player snuck up behind her and shot her in the back, bringing up the kill screen.

With infuriating timing as always, BigDikDaddy chimed in once again.

[You were saying? Pay up, girlie. Time to take something else off.]

Fuck... well, at least the obnoxious user was forced to pay every time he taunted her. Cassie had already raked in almost two hundred dollars in the course of the stream.

Cassie briefly considered ending the stream right then and there. Right now she was still fully clothed, in pants, a T-shirt, and, of course, underwear. Any further into this game, and things would get dicey. But Cassie recoiled internally at the thought of backing down from a challenge like this. If there was one thing she had learned from looking up to her mother for most of her childhood, it was that backing down from a challenge was even worse than losing. She didn't just want to avoid humiliating, arousing exposure; she wanted to win and rub it in BigDikDaddy's face.

Besides, she had a workaround that would let her go further without any risk. Letting out a long, annoyed breath through her nose, Cassie swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wiggling in her seat to shift them down over her wide hips. In a few more seconds of struggle, she sat bottomless at her computer, the skin of her thighs feeling foreign and clammy against the faux-leather of her chair.

But, more importantly, with the way that her streaming setup was framed, the audience couldn't see her below the waist at all. As long as she stayed in her chair and didn't move too much, there was no chance that she would be seen. She was still in the game with no further exposure.

"There!" she said, staring straight into the camera with a triumphant grin. "I took off my pants. Happy, pervs? I'm streaming in my panties. Not that you'll get a chance to see that.'

Predictably, a message popped up from BigDikDaddy a few seconds later. [Sorry, I don't believe it unless we see some proof. We can't just take your word for it, obviously.]

Cassie scoffed and leaned down, plucking her pants from the floor and waving them tauntingly in front of the camera. "Here! I'm playing by the rules! Now let's get back to the game, ok?"

She picked the controller back up, feeling a swell of confidence.

The next round of the game went much better. In fact, Cassie won the whole match without dying once, and was personally responsible for taking out five of the opposing squad. She cheered as she tossed the controller to the desk. Cassie unconsciously performed a little celebration dance for the viewers, not even realizing how it made her big tits sway and jiggle from the movement.

"Well, how about that, Daddy?" she asked with a taunting giggle, sticking out her tongue. "Still think that I suck? Still think that I'm going to end up naked for all you boys to laugh over?"

It took BigDikDaddy a second to reply this time, but when he did, it only made Cassie roll her eyes.

[Actually, yeah. I think you will. Maybe you're a little better at gaming than I thought, but that doesn't mean anything. Those fat tits are still going to be spank material for hundreds of your viewers tonight. It's inevitable.]

This guy was a real prick. Cassie recognised the anonymous viewer was purposefully trying to get under her skin, but she was in no mood to disengage now that she had the upper hand. She just shook her head with a pitying smirk. "Again, wishful thinking. You even admit that I can play. You're just grasping at straws. Why would I lose at this point?"

[Because you secretly want to lose, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes. You look down at that view count, knowing how many men are watching just to catch a glimpse of your body, and it makes you wet as fuck. There's no way to win when part of you thinks it would be hot if you didn't. It doesn't matter how good you are; your subconscious is going to sabotage you.]

Cassie's brow furrowed as she read. The chat was speeding by now, filled with people lol'ing and agreeing with their de facto leader. A comment from Puppy92 whizzed past, urging her not to listen. She didn't even see it. She was too busy re-reading BigDikDaddy's piercing comment and feeling a flush of perverse heat grow stronger and stronger inside her.

"Ridiculous," she scoffed... but even if her mind rebelled at the anonymous prick's insulting evaluation, her body wasn't quite so quick to dismiss it. She could feel a heated blush creeping downward from her face, and at the same time, the pulsing heat between her thighs grew hotter and wetter. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her obvious arousal making her even more annoyed and anxious to cover up her reaction. "Don't try to push your bullshit on me just because you're losing."

Cassie's eyes flicked down to the view counter and her pulse sped up. It was over two hundred now. As much as she hated to admit it, that just proved that her most obnoxious, obsessed viewer had a point: people were tuning in for the sexy, dangerous game she was playing with her viewers, not her shooting skills.

So many people were watching her... and even if they couldn't see it, she wasn't even wearing any pants. It vividly reminded her of the few times when she had masturbated online for strangers. But that had felt different. Then she had been masked; shrouded by anonymity. Now her face was fully exposed. It was almost impossible, considering the small number of viewers she actually had, that anyone from school was watching... Well, actually, that wasn't necessarily true. Peter, Kelsey, Renee, and Mel at the very least knew that she streamed. Had they told anyone else? Was it possible that one of her classmates was watching right now, ready to get a repeat showing of what she had done the day before?

Suddenly, this game didn't feel quite as safe as Cassie had assumed. She shifted in her chair once again, her pulse pounding and heat inside her swelling to a fever pitch. Maybe it was better if she just called things off here.

"Actually, guys, I think that I might need to call it a night," said Cassie nervously, trying her best to ignore the wild arousal that was suddenly pulsing through her.

The chat immediately erupted into anger and disappointment.

[What? You're quitting right when we're getting to the good stuff?]

[This fucking sucks. I should have known this would be a bait-and-switch stream.]

[Booooooooo]

[You fucking cocktease!]

Cassie grimaced. She had assumed her plan to bail at the first sign of trouble would be unpopular, but things were going even crazier than she had feared. Hopefully chickening out of the game right now wouldn't hurt her future streaming prospects. She grabbed the mouse, ready to cancel out the stream, but just then, another message popped up from BigDikDaddy. That wasn't surprising. As the ringleader of the chat's worst instincts, Cassie had known he would have something to say about her abandonment of the game. She was going to ignore the message completely...

Except that its color drew her eye like a magnet. This priority chat was shining gold, and actually made a cartoon "cha-ching" noise as it popped up on screen. The little indicator in the corner showed that this particular message had cost BigDikDaddy a hundred dollars.

Welll... Cassie didn't like to think of herself as shallow, but that at least made her pause long enough to read what he had to say.

[A can see you're getting cold feet, princess. Scared because Daddy's right on the money? Personally, I think that if I'm right, it just means you ought to keep going. Tell you what, I'll sweeten the pot. One hundred bucks for every kill. You can explore how turned on this makes you while making a tidy chunk of change on the side. Doesn't get any sweeter than that.]

Cassie froze, her finger on the mouse and the cursor on the red button that read "end recording". One hundred dollars per kill. And she had been doing so well in the last round. If she played her cards right, that could mean over a thousand dollars, easy. It would be more than enough to hire the fixer that Renee had suggested, who might be able to get her into a good college.

This one night of risky streaming might literally be the make-or-break moment that set her up for life.

Her eyes flickered to the view count, which was still slowly ticking upward. Then back to the shiny gold message worth a hundred bucks. Part of her worried that she might not be thinking clearly. This situation was turning her on... was she letting herself be persuaded because BigDikDaddy was right and she secretly wanted to be exposed and humiliated?

Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe the money was too good to pass up even if it was self-sabotage.

And hey, she could still just cut off the stream on her next death rather than paying up. She didn't owe these anonymous perverts anything.

"Ok fine, asshole," she said grimly, navigating back to the game and picking up the controller. "You're on. Hope you've got plenty of money in the piggy bank, Dick, because I'm about to drain it dry."

...

Gina decided that it made more sense to start with the other two reports she was supposed to gather rather than skipping straight to Charlie. She would definitely try to bluff her way out of the perverted pig's demands, but she didn't hold out much hope. Charlie was insatiable and would sniff out even a hint of weakness.

And, unfortunately, she did feel weak right now. Her stomach still rioted with butterflies and her face burned with shame from the demeaning instructions that her master had delivered.

He had been crystal clear: he considered her his possession, and possessions could be loaned out at the owner's will. She had hoped he would be so possessive of her that she would be put on a pedestal, out of reach for other men, to be seen but not touched. That had been wishful thinking, and honestly, she probably should have known that making her blow her hated ex-coworker Xavier before she was fired wasn't just an exception.

So now it turned out that she was going to be the office whore, just like she had hotly insisted to herself that she wasn't. Victor hadn't just been humiliating her by making it look like she was a bimbo slut, he wanted it to be reality.

At the moment, Gina didn't feel strong enough to stop him. As she swayed across the office on her tall heels, she furiously insisted to herself that she was going to regroup that night at home and come up with a real plan to resist Victor's growing influence... but a small voice inside her whispered that regrouping and planning had never worked before...

After walking around in a half-thoughtful, half-horny daze for a few minutes, Gina finally located a door labeled "Simon". She could only hope that he was a bit less of a creep than Charlie.

She poked her head in the door to see a rail-thin man with white hair, glasses, and a strong jaw sitting behind his desk, frowning at his computer in concentration as he typed away. She immediately felt much better about him than she had about Charlie. Simon gave off a serious, businesslike air. She allowed herself to hope that he would hand over the report without ceremony.

Gina knocked lightly on the door to announce herself, and a moment later, the older man tore his eyes away from his work to look up.

For a second, his gaze was as sharp and professional as she had expected... and then he seemed to realize exactly who it was who was standing there. Gina's heart sank as his face flushed pink and his eyes darted downward to take in her shamefully displayed body. She should have known. How could she expect anyone to take her seriously in the slutty getup that Victor had demanded she wear?

For a moment, it looked like Simon had been struck speechless. At least he had the decency to look a little embarrassed, unlike some of the other leering employees in the office. After a second of gawking, he deliberately looked away and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Uhhh... Miss Swallowes, was it? What can I do for you?"

Gina's first instinct was to correct her name, but she realized that that was likely how Victor had introduced her to the office, and there would be no point in contradicting the boss. It was better to just move past it and get this humiliating task done as soon as possible.

"Mr. Cross sent me to get the report he's expecting," she said in as professional a tone as she could manage.

"Ah, of course," said Simon faintly. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a folder. He seemed to be about to hand it over... and then Gina's heart sank as he set it back on his desk. A sly grin suddenly spread across his reddening face, and his fingers drummed nervously on the surface of the file. His air of sharp professionalism had evaporated, and, although Gina wasn't sure precisely what was coming next, she knew that it couldn't be anything good.

"Ahem. I'd be happy to give it to you," said the older man in a slightly choked voice. He wouldn't meet her eyes, instead staring openly at her tits. "That is... if you're willing to do something for me in return."

A sudden realization sparked in Gina's brain. There was a reason why this serious-seeming old man was asking her for some sexual favor even though he clearly found it awkward. This was no coincidence. Victor must have put the supervisors up to this. It had all been planned out behind her back. No fucking wonder Charlie hadn't blinked at her bluff; Victor had given him permission ahead of time to extract something from her.

It was a test. Or maybe a lesson depending on how you looked at it. One that was decided for her by men talking over her head.

It would have made Gina furious if she wasn't so fucking horny. She sighed and put her hand to her forehead, wishing that she had the strength to just say "fuck this" and leave the office. Even the thought of openly defying Victor that way felt impossible to her now. The only way out of this day was through. "Fine," she said dryly, feeling the stinging humiliation of submission as she forced the words out. "What is it going to take to get this done?"

Although Simon looked anything but comfortable, Gina could read the uneasy lust in his eyes as they jittered over her body. He might have been pushed into this, but it was obvious that he was enjoying his task. When he named his price, it practically burst out of him, a rush of words that would have been hard to understand if Gina hadn't been anticipating them.

"Show me your tits."

There it was. For all of his hesitation and reluctance, his tastes were completely predictable.

And yet, even though she had shown much more than that at the strip club, and had worn many outfits that left almost nothing to the imagination, the older man's demand was still a bitter pill to swallow. Gina knew that the sensible choice would be to unceremoniously open her shirt and get through the humiliating exposure as quickly as she could, but she couldn't bring herself to do it immediately.

"Is that going to be a problem?" asked Simon, sounding a little defensive.

Gina shook her head silently, and, with her eyes downcast, reached up to open the first button of her skin-tight blouse. She could feel the tension in the room suddenly; sense the powerful lust of the nervous man sitting behind his desk. This wasn't the confident, controlled burn of Victor's arousal. It was the eager, grasping need of a lesser man. But Gina still felt herself respond to it. She was lowering herself beneath this wormy creep of a man by submitting to his demands... and the thought of demeaning herself like that was only fueling the fire inside her.

She loosed another button. Then another, going faster, her fingers fumbling. She could feel her nipples growing stiff once again from the sustained gaze of the man staring openly at her across the desk, and she was desperately hurrying in the vain hope that she could show him what he demanded before it became obvious that her exposure was turning her on.

But it was already too late. Gina knew that. The second that this stranger laid on her naked tits, it would be obvious what she was: a horny slut turned on by exhibitionism. A bitch in heat that loved to be exposed and humiliated.

Victor's pathetic pet, who would whore herself out to whoever he wanted, and love it.

With her hands gripping both sides of her now-unbuttoned shirt, Gina paused, her chest heaving and her guts writhing with embarrassment and exhibitionist arousal. Simon was leaning across the desk now, utterly enthralled, his nervousness disappearing as his arousal grew.

Suddenly Gina couldn't take the tension any longer. With a little gasp, she spread her unbuttoned blouse wide, displaying her naked tits in all their glory to a man she had met five minutes before.

Simon didn't say a word. He was too busy staring intensely at Gina's magnificent tits. They hung, soft and lightly splaying, from her chest: heavy, round orbs that were so incredible that it had often annoyed Gina how much Men stared at them. She wasn't annoyed now. Gina's bubble-gum pink nipples had already been stiffening with anticipation, but now, with the intense focus on them from a horny male, they grew fully erect, pebbled and throbbing with filthy heat. Gina shuddered and bit her lip. Simon looked like a starving man at a feast. I bet his dick is hard enough to hammer nails right now... Gina had no idea where that thought had come from, but it seared across her mind, turning up the heat of her churning arousal even further.

With a start, Gina realized that she had been lost in the heat of her humiliating exposure, and had just been silently exposing herself, arching her back to thrust her tits out further for his inspection. She had already fulfilled his degrading command by any stretch of the imagination, and was now just being a pathetic slut for the sake of it. She hurriedly moved to cover herself once again, but before she could, the older man called out to stop her.

"Wait! Not yet," he said, his voice rough with arousal. It seemed that Simon had finally found his confidence. The hungry gleam in his eye sent a thrill of terror and lust through Gina. She was positive that, if Victor hadn't made it clear she belonged to him, Simon would have already launched himself across the desk and torn the rest of her clothes off. Of course, she would fight back tooth and nail... or would she? She felt almost as horny as he looked, her blood pulsing rapidly against the underside of her skin, a wild, wet heat roaring between her thighs. At this point, would she really say no?

Or had Victor trained all of the pride and modesty out of her?

Simon either didn't notice Gina's sudden crisis of identity, or he didn't care. He was laser-focused on his next demand. "Lean forward," he demanded, practically drooling as he feasted his eyes. "Shake them for me."

It was the sort of thing that strippers did... But then again, it wasn't like Gina had no experience in that sort of thing at this point. Swallowing her pride for what felt like the thousandth time, she obeyed the obscene command, tilting forward until her tits hung like ripe fruit beneath her chest. Then, with an unpracticed movement, she shimmied her shoulders, jiggling her naked breasts for the demanding stranger.

This time, Gina didn't get lost in the moment. The whole interaction now felt sleazy enough to make her skin crawl. After a quick shake, she straightened up and began rebuttoning her shirt. In a movement that was clearly absurd, but still felt intuitive to her in the moment, she turned away from Simon, who was still avidly leering at her across the desk. He had already seen everything, but somehow allowing him those last few seconds of observation while she rebuttoned her blouse felt intolerable.

By the time she had rebuttoned her shirt and turned back to her new coworkers, they had both had a chance to regain their composure. Simon looked a little abashed once again, and without further ado, scooped the folder off his desk and held it out to her.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he said gruffly. "I look forward to working with you."

For once in her life, Gina didn't have anything else to say. She simply grabbed the report and turned to slink out of the room.

One report down, two to go. And she hadn't even managed to get the one from Charlie, which she assumed would be the worst.

...

Daren was nearly having a panic attack.

His wife flounced past his open office door from the direction of Charlie's office, clearly upset about something. He still couldn't believe that his powerful, self-confident wife was prancing around his office, dressed like a slut in front of his coworkers. He knew that Gina was a lot weaker to Victor's domination than he ever would have expected, but this level of control was alarming to him. How deep did his suave, handsome boss have in his wife's mind and soul to make her act so powerfully out of character?

But, as disturbing and shamefully arousing as it was to have all of his coworkers leering disrespectfully at his wife, Daren couldn't focus on that exclusively at the moment. He had two other important issues distracting him.

Firstly was the assignment that Victor had given him. No matter how distracted he was by other things, he knew that if his boss said he wanted something on his desk by the end of the day, he meant it. Failing to produce results would give Victor another excuse to torment him in some unforeseen way. Somehow, Daren had to buckle down and think up some ideas for how to advertise "She Will Serve".

"She Will Serve" turned out to be a porn site that Daren had never heard of before. Its contents matched the tone of Daren's nightmarishly erotic life so closely that he was certain that Victor had to be personally involved with it the moment he began diving into the provided samples.

The entire premise of the site was a meticulous record of women that the unshown cameraman successfully seduced. The descriptions were thorough and graphic, along with posted photos and videos that illustrated exactly how much these women had been corrupted. They were teachers, businesswomen, even some politicians. Most of them were either already in a relationship or otherwise uninterested when the conniving host of the website first met them, but one by one they fell, seduced, disgraced, and defiled.

Nothing on the website said that the corruptor was Victor, and neither had Victor's instructions, but, well... the videos and pictures showed the women sucking and fucking one of the biggest, thickest black cocks Daren had ever seen, in porn or otherwise, and it was hard for him to imagine that it wasn't his dominant boss.

The parallels with Gina were obvious and alarming. Daren had once got off on Victor's attempts to seduce Gina because the idea of her being submissive to anyone was so strange it felt taboo and exotic. But seeing her here today, humiliating herself just so she could obey Victor, Daren saw more in common between her and the degraded women on the porn site than with her old sharp and confident self.

He was letting himself get sidetracked again. He needed to focus on coming up with a pitch for advertising this porn site. Daren clicked to open up yet another story of a young woman being seduced and then brutally fucked by a massive black cock. This time it was a flight attendant. The initial picture showed her at the front of the plane, smiling cutely while holding up the model seatbelt, demonstrating the proper method for tightening it.

Daren felt himself pressing tight against his cage as he scrolled down the page, past the words he didn't even read. He knew what they would say. All of the stories were fairly similar, after all. What he was seeking instead was the "after" picture at the bottom. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for: a picture of the same red-headed flight attendant on her knees in an airplane bathroom, face flushed and pink lips stuffed with the thick, veiny shaft of a black cock.

Daren reached between his legs, trying in vain to adjust away the uncomfortable pinch of his chastity cage. What the fuck was he supposed to say to advertise this distressing, uncomfortably erotic site? It turned him on, but he wasn't exactly proud of that. The fact that seeing women utterly dominated made him pathetically horny was part of the reason his struggle to resist Victor had been so unsuccessful up until now. He couldn't just create an ad that said: "Hey, if you're a wimp that enjoys seeing women stolen and fucked by men bigger and stronger than you, come to 'She will Serve'!"

Where was it even possible to advertise porn sites anyway? Other porn sites?

Deep in thought and scrolling through more and more pornographic pictures, Daren was distracted by the sounds coming from his second monitor. Once again, the trials of his day weren't so easy to set aside. It was difficult to ignore Cassie's stream, even though Daren knew he had to work hard on his assignment. She was still fully clothed as of right now. In the corner of the screen displaying her gameplay footage, she stared forward grimly, her hands in a death grip on the controller. But her scowl of concentration didn't fool Daren. Her face was pink, and her big natural tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Cassie was horny. And Daren wasn't the only one who saw it. The chat was filled with excited viewers eager for Cassie to slip up and make a mistake that would leave her exposed and humiliated. The program that Charlie was using gave him access to an army of bots that said whatever he wanted, but the number of viewers on the video was over four hundred and rising. Some of them had to be authentic viewers at this point.

All of the men in the boisterous chat were eager to see Cassie fail... and if she did, it wouldn't just be him and Charlie who saw his daughter's tits.

"Fuck!" said Cassie softly under her breath. Daren was taken aback to hear his daughter swear, since she normally kept filthy language out of her mouth, but he could see why she was upset. Daren was no expert in video games, but it didn't take a genius to see that Cassie was in trouble. The screen was washed with red, and her character's breath was coming in loud, painful gasps. She had been shot by an opponent, and based on the frantic movements of her thumbs, she was in a struggle to stay alive.

Daren lost focus on his work task completely as he watched the action, his heart in his throat. For the most part, he hoped that his daughter would be able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. But he had to admit that it would be fucking hot to see her lose. Renee had been working on him for months, teasing him and slowly bringing him to see his daughter as a sexual being. That switch had been flipped, and there was no going back. As much as it would sting for his only daughter to be exposed to dozens of internet strangers, his pulse quickened at the possibility of seeing her perfect tits once again.

A moment later, Cassie threw her head back and groaned as the screen went black, displaying a message that she had died. Daren felt his mouth go dry. Was she really going to do it? Was she going to take off her shirt while dozens of men were watching her online?

Just as he had that thought, the stream froze, then was covered by a message.

"You have been timed out from this stream due to repeated reports of misbehavior. Please wait five minutes before attempting to resume watching. Any further harassment of other users will not be tolerated."

Daren could only stare blankly at the message, uncomprehending. Harassment? The only things he had typed in the chat were encouragement toward Cassie, and most of those he didn't even think his daughter had seen, since the chat was moving so fast. The only clue was that they said they had received multiple reports... and he happened to know someone who had access to hundreds of bots that could mass-report anyone they wanted.

Just as he had the thought, the phone on Daren's desk rang. The caller ID let him know that it was Charlie on the other end. Daren hesitated, staring at the ringing phone. He should probably just give up and chalk up his loss of the stream to a twist of fate. He had to work on his pitch for Victor anyway.

But that would mean that everything that Charlie was planning to do to Cassie would still happen, but he wouldn't be able to see it.

Daren compulsively picked up the phone, hoping that he wasn't making a major mistake in doing so.

"Hardon! How's work going?" asked Charlie in an obnoxious drawl. "I'm pretty busy myself. Helping one lady you know with her streaming career and another with her new office job."

Daren gulped and tried to think of something he could say to win back even a scrap of his pride from the bully on the other end of the line. He obviously knew what Charlie meant about the streaming career, but the reference to Gina was ominous... what could Charlie be planning with his wife?

Charlie didn't wait for Daren to overcome his awkward pause. "Anyway, even though I'm not your supervisor, I just wanted to make sure you were on track for work and not disappointing the boss. You wouldn't be ditching your responsibility to watch naughty sluts stream on the internet, now would you?"

Fuck. So it had been Charlie who had gotten him kicked off the stream, and now he was just calling to gloat. Daren sighed bitterly and said, "I d-don't know what you're t-talking about, Charlie. I'm just sitting here trying to get some work done, and you're c-calling me to m-message with me."

Charlie let out a low, nasty chuckle on the other end of the line, and for a second, Daren could hear the loud click of his typing away, presumably saying something to Cassie. He continued in a wheedling, oily voice, "Hey! Come on now, buddy. No need to lie to save face. Sure, you're supposed to be doing something for the boss right now rather than ogling slutty streamers, but on the other hand, I completely understand wanting to see your little girl's... big debut."

Daren paused, drumming his fingers on the desk and feeling the tight pinch of the cage constricting his cock. It was a bad idea to engage with Charlie... Daren knew all too well that his high school bully was just looking for more chances to humiliate him. But he couldn't resist rising to the bait. "What exactly are you saying?" he asked cautiously.

"Well, I'll level with you, hardon," said Charlie with a performative sigh. "If you try to rejoin the stream, I can have you kicked out again almost immediately. And this time, as a repeat offender, your account might just be banned. That means, in order to watch what naughty things happen to your precious daughter, you've got to make me happy."

Not exactly a position Daren relished. "And what exactly do you w-want from me?" He had intended to sound defiant, but the words came out as a weak, pathetic whine.

"Nothing major," said Charlie with false innocence. "Two things. First, stop trying to convince your daughter to resist. It won't work, and we both know that it's not really how you feel anyway, you sick fuck."

Daren flushed red, feeling the sting of shame soak down through his very core. Charlie had been there beneath the bleachers when Renee had jerked him to completion. Even if he had had his suspicions before, now Daren's bully knew for a fact that Daren was sexually attracted to his own daughter. Daren could count on him to use that information against him some day... but hopefully it wouldn't be an issue right now. "Fine," he muttered into the phone, embarrassed that Charlie had his number: he really did want to be able to watch that stream. "I won't send her anymore m-messages."

"Good," said Charlie smugly. "But there's one other thing I need from you. When the stream wraps up, I need you to come to my office."

Daren waited for the other shoe to drop, but Charlie was silent apart from his rough, wheezy breath into the phone. It didn't make much sense. The big thing that Charlie was demanding was just a face-to-face conversation? He could get that anytime he wanted by barging into Daren's office. He had done it earlier today, in fact. There had to be some sort of trick here.

"I don't have all day, Hardon," drawled Charlie with a performative sigh. "Do you agree to my terms or not? I need to get back to making this slut get naked for all of her adoring fans. You want to be in that audience, or not?"

In Daren's mind, there didn't seem to be any choice. There was simply no way he could sit back and know what was happening to Cassie without seeing for himself. He knew that made him a terrible person and a worse father, but he couldn't help himself.

"F-fine. Deal."

"Great! Well then, feel free to jump back on the stream when your time out is over. I hope you enjoy the show! You'll be just in time. Things are about to get spicy..."

...

Cassie should have just ended the stream right then and there. She had managed to get another clean kill and earned herself a hundred bucks in the process, but then she had run into some bad luck at the worst possible time. A skilled player pinned her down, and despite her best attempts, she stood no chance.

Now she had to take off another piece of clothing.

Cassie's heart thumped against her chest, and her head was buzzing. She was out of good options for taking off clothes. All she had on were her bra, a T-shirt, and panties. Going further would definitely be crossing a line.

But it wasn't fair! She had been doing well, and then ran into a little bad luck when that fucking try-hard had found and killed her. It was a fluke, but if she quit the stream now, she would be giving everyone watching the impression that she sucked.

[Well, Princess? We're waiting.] came BigDickDaddy's smug message, glowing the mellow blue of a five-dollar massage rather than the shiny gold of a hundred-dollar. Of course he wanted to twist the knife. This anonymous loser seemed to have some sort of vendetta against her.

Or, more likely, he was just some perv that wanted to see her tits.

Well, he was going to be disappointed in that case, because there was one option that Cassie still had for not appearing nude on camera while still continuing the game. It would be a little embarrassing, but it would let her finally prove that she wasn't some loser who sucked at the shooter she was playing.

All she had to do was take off her panties.

In theory, it wouldn't be any worse than taking off her pants. The angle of the camera didn't show anything below her waist, so she would be no more exposed than she had been before. But Cassie knew that it wasn't quite that simple. Playing this game with her wet, throbbing pussy totally uncovered, while hundreds of horny creeps were watching her every move? Well, it would be psychologically very different, to say the least. She needed to be in top form to prove her skill and win money here, and going completely bottomless wasn't going to help with that.

But it also seemed like she didn't have any choice.

Ignoring the taunts and degrading enthusiasm streaming down her chat, Cassie took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs through the waistband of the simple, comfortable pair of grey panties she had put on that morning, and wiggled them down off her hips. She had to control her breathing and expression as they dropped down around her ankles. She was now sitting with her bare, wet pussy pressing down into the leather surface of her chair. It made sitting in front of a camera feel almost uncomfortably exposed.

"There," she said triumphantly. "I took off my underwear. Now let's get back to the game!"

The chat exploded with enthusiasm. Even though they couldn't see the action, they were clearly wildly excited by the fact they were watching a cute girl streaming while wearing nothing at all below the waist. Suddenly the camera felt like a beady eye... almost as if Cassie could feel the impure lust pouring off of all the men watching her through it.

But her humiliation didn't end there. Obviously, her least favorite viewer had to chime in.

[Sorry, Kissy, but you know the rules. When you take off a piece of clothing, you need to prove it. We need to know that you're playing the game correctly and not trying to fool us.]

Kissy scoffed with exasperation, and, without thinking about it, bent down to scoop up the panties off the ground. She waved them impatiently in front of the camera, saying, "Here. Panties off. Now can we stop with the pervy stuff and get back to playing?

It was only when she looked at the chat that she realized her mistake.

[Wet spot!]

[Oh shit, look at how turned on she is!]

[What a juicy little slut...]

[Haha, BDD is right! She really wants it!]

Cassie looked down at the panties in her hand in horror to see that the commenters weren't just bullshitting. There was an obvious dark wet spot that had soaked through the crotch. She had just made it painfully obvious to the audience of five hundred and climbing anonymous internet perverts that she was horny.

She was about to toss the panties away from her in shame when she was stopped by another message from BigDikDaddy.

[Wait. If you give us a clearer look, I'll send you three hundred bucks.]

Cassie stared at the message in disbelief... and her greed temporarily outweighed her shame. If she could really pull in that much money from this horny idiot, she wouldn't just be able to afford the councillor that Renee had talked about. She could just ditch her plans to get a part-time job this summer and spend her time relaxing instead. Her mind scrambled with justifications for why it wouldn't be a big deal to give the internet a better look at her panties. She didn't know anyone on this stream anyway. It wasn't a big deal that she had gotten a little excited. All of these guys would find some other pervy thing on the internet within a couple of days and forget about her completely.

Cassie moved before she could convince herself it was a bad idea, holding the crotch of her wet panties up to the camera and giving her viewers an even closer look at how shamefully aroused this twisted game had made her.

The chat went wild, so many comments streaming past that she couldn't even read them individually. The view counter seemed to be picking up steam, now pushing toward seven hundred viewers, who were all getting a front-row seat to the demonstration of exactly how wet Cassie's hot young pussy had gotten.

A second later, the shame swelled inside Cassie, growing stronger than her greed. Blushing hotly, she finally tossed the panties aside just as another message popped in from the asshole who couldn't stop taunting her.

[Good girl. Now let's proceed with the game... unless you want to put down a towel or something.]

"Very f-funny asshole," snapped Cassie, taking a deep breath and picking up the controller once again. She did her best not to fidget, but the pulsing heat between her thighs was getting harder and harder to ignore. Not only did the growing group of viewers know she was naked from the waist down, now they also knew she was horny. Cassie ignored the chat and viewer count as best she could as she punched the button to queue for a new match.

But it turned out that playing well was a little difficult when you were horny as fuck and spectated by hundreds of pervs who were actively cheering for you to lose. A bead of sweat formed on Cassie's forehead, and she squirmed in her seat as she realized that she was already in trouble. Either her opponents had grown more skilled, or she was playing a lot worse now that her bare pussy was out in the open air.

Before she could even process what had happened, Cassie had been dispatched by an enemy and sat staring in disbelief at the "game over" screen.

The chat flew by, and another message from BigDikDaddy popped up on the screen, but Cassie didn't read them. She knew exactly what they would say. Roaring enthusiasm for her defeat. Excitement that she was about to lose her shirt and show them more of her lush body. A gloating message from the viewer she had started to think of as her adversary...

Now was the time. Cassie looked down at where the power strip was plugged into the wall of her bedroom. She could easily reach over out of view of the camera and flip the switch with her foot.

She could run away and admit defeat. It was the smart thing to do.

But then would she be a loser, and this whole heart-pounding, erotic game would be over. As embarrassing as it was to be sitting here slowly losing clothes as she played, it was also exciting. Almost as exciting as her public performance the day before.

Cassie closed her eyes and felt the pulse of blood pumping through her, drumming in her ears. Her nipples were twin points of hot, hard pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with dark, needy heat. There was already a wet spot forming beneath her.

She could stop the game right now... or she could keep playing. How bad could the consequences really be? Taking off her shirt would give all of these nasty men a view of her in her bra, but was that really any worse than a bathing suit? It would be embarrassing, but Cassie couldn't even pretend that exposure and embarrassment didn't hold a certain appeal to her at this point.

There wasn't anything wrong with having a little dirty fun, was there? It wasn't like she was showing anything too bad. And it would give her a chance to earn a little bit more money.

Moving slowly, as if she was in a trance, Cassie reached down and gripped the bottom hem of her t-shirt. She couldn't look at the screen. She knew what she would see there if she did: a climbing view count and a deliriously horny and excited chat. Her stomach filled with butterflies.

Oh my God... I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Am I really what they say I am? Some sort of horny slut? Why does this feel so good? Why can't I stop? What the fuck has Renee done to me?

There were no answers to her question, just a yawning, pulse-pounding sense of anticipation, and a sweet, needy ache between her thighs.

With a sense of plunging over a precipice, Cassie swiftly tugged her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in only the comfortable cream-colored bra she had chosen for the day. She probably would have picked something else if she had known other people would be seeing it. In a lot of ways, this one was old reliable.

But if the chat was disappointed by her utilitarian bra, they didn't show it. Cassie's chest heaved, and her cheeks flamed as her eyes darted to the chat. The view counter was climbing to a thousand now. Cassie drank in the attention, feeling her lust building higher and higher.

BigDikDaddy sent another chat.

[That's my girl. Now pick up that controller. We're not stopping until you lose.]

This time Cassie didn't even argue back. She just reached out with shaking hands and did as she was told.

Things were going off the rails, but she was caught in the grip of the same filthy heat she had felt the day before in front of the crowd, clouding her brain and drawing her deeper down the rabbit hole.

...

Gina took a minute in the bathroom to collect herself after her ordeal getting the first report, then shook herself and got on with it. Feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to help her. The only way out of this nightmarish, erotic day was to push through and deal with the fallout later.

She did briefly consider going into a stall and masturbating. With the tense, thrumming heat coursing through her body, she had no doubt that it would be easy to reach climax. It might have even helped her to clear her head. But she couldn't bring herself to do something that degrading. Rubbing one out in the bathroom at work felt like an admission of how far she had fallen, and as strange it was to admit after all of the humiliating acts she had been forced into lately, Gina still had her pride.

So instead, she searched for the office of the second man she was meant to get a report from. It didn't take her long to locate an office with a nameplate labeled "Gerald". The issue was that the door was closed and locked, with no man in sight.

Gina peered around in disbelief, but there was no one nearby, and the office itself had the light turned off. It seemed clear that Gerald wasn't even present that day. It left her uncertain of what to do. If Gerald wasn't currently at work, Victor obviously would have been aware of that. He didn't seem like the type of boss to not know who was present and who wasn't on a given day.

And that meant that this was a test. If she went back to Victor whining that one of the men she was supposed to get a report from was missing, she would fail. Somehow, Gina needed to use her resourcefulness to get the report anyway. She wasn't worried. Fact-finding and resourcefulness had been her stock in trade when she had been a lawyer. Victor must think that the task was possible, so the report had to be in the office somewhere. She would just have to find some way of discovering some information on the topic.

Unfortunately, the only people nearby who looked like they might be able to help were a group of men openly leering at her from next to a water cooler a few yards down the hallway. So many people were drinking in Gina's slutty appearance today that their attention had become a constant buzzing background noise. Embarrassing and mildly arousing, but nothing that attracted her attention.

Now, as she turned to focus on the men, Gina felt the weight of their eyes fall on her heavily. The three men's conversation dried up as she approached, replaced by eager grins now that they saw that Gina was planning to interact with them. They didn't even have the decency to look awkward like Simon had.

These three seemed to be low-level employees of the type who worked on the open office floor. Below even the level of Daren, at least in theory. Maybe that meant that Gina outranked them as the personal assistant of the boss.

She doubted that was how it would work in practice.

Gina decided just to be straightforward and frank. Hopefully, if she was confident enough, they would give her what she needed with no funny business.

"I need to pick up some documents from Gerald, but I notice he isn't in his office," she said in clipped, professional tones, pointedly ignoring the fact that the three men were leering at her tits instead of looking her in the eye. "Do you three know where I might be able to find him?"

"Well, sure," said a balding man who looked to be in his mid-forties. "We'd be happy to help out the newest member of the staff. Just as long as she's willing to help us, that is." His eyes never left her tits, and the two men flanking him snickered at their ringleader's wit.

Gina held back a growl of frustration. She didn't have time to deal with these nitwits. The longer she took to do this task, the longer her humiliation would continue. She wasn't sure if Victor had explicitly allowed every member of the staff to freely harass her, or if these peons were just ambitiously taking advantage of the situation, but it was becoming clear that if she got hung up on every little situation where she got treated like a whore, she wouldn't be able to finish her task before the end of the day.

"Fine," she snapped, cocking her hips and fixing the three stooges with the icy glare that had served her so well in court, "let's cut to the part where you name whatever perverted price will get me what I need and skip the half-baked innuendo. I'm busy."

The tubby ringleader looked a little taken aback at her directness, but recovered quickly, saying with a wide, sleazy grin, "Straight to business! Love it. Ok, here's the deal: ten seconds. Our hands can go wherever we want in that time. Then we'll tell you everything you want to know."

It was a better deal than Gina had expected. She had been through much worse. But it was still a little alarming that at this point the request didn't really outrage her anymore.

"Fine," she said, gulping and closing her eyes, placing her hands on the top of her head. "Ten seconds, starting now. Then you tell me what I need to know."

The men didn't need to be told twice. She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before they pounced, rough hands squeezing her tits, cupping her ass, and sliding up under her skirt.

The sudden burst of sensation was nearly overwhelming. Gina knew that she should be horrified and disgusted by the idea of being groped by anonymous men, but instead, she found herself letting out a breathy little gasp. She couldn't help it. The past few hours of intense mental stimulation had set her on fire, and the physical sensation sent electric chills radiating through her body. She could feel the lust of the three strangers through their rough, fumbling hands. One man found her stiff nipples and seized them with cruel force. The one who was groping her butt grabbed her hips suddenly and pressed forward, rubbing the shocking stiffness of his cock against her plump cheeks through the pants. The man fumbling between her thighs let out a grunt of pleasure and amusement as he discovered that she had gone without panties. He wasted no time in slipping a finger between her juicy lower lips and slowly working it up into her tight, throbbing entrance.

The man roughly groping her boobs disengaged one hand, reaching up to seize Gina's chin in his fingers, craning his neck in for a kiss... Gina realized, just as she was about to drown in the shameful pleasure assaulting her, that she had only agreed to ten seconds, and even though it had felt like an eternity since the men's hands had first touched her, she had probably gone just over that limit.

"Time's up!" she gasped, pushing away the man who was about to kiss her. The men disengaged reluctantly, and although Gina was grateful that she had managed to resist the temptation of giving in to their desires, she still felt a shameful pang of longing as the hand pulled back out from under her skirt, leaving her pussy throbbing with need.

Gina straightened her clothes and did her best to assume a dignified expression. It was easier said than done. Two more men had paused further down the hall, staring toward her and the three men who had just been groping her. A little further down, where the hallway opened up into the office floor, a little knot of bystanders stood, whispering avidly. It was only now, as she saw that she had once again attracted the notice of the other employees, did Gina realize how far she had gone.

What the fuck were you thinking, Gina? She berated herself. Why didn't you force them to come with you somewhere more private? The answer was that she was becoming less careful and more used to public exposure... and that wasn't even touching the fact that she had almost let things go even further, right out in public where everyone could see...

She covered her embarrassment by clapping her hands together briskly and restating her request as if nothing had just happened. "So! Time for you to hold up your end of the bargain. Where can I find Gerald?"

"He's out this week. Headed to a big conference," said the ringleader of the men offhandedly. "I don't know what you needed him for, but you won't be able to get it for a few more days." His eyes were still glued to Gina's body, refusing to meet her eyes. The two men flanking him followed suit, like desperately hungry scavengers staring at a piece of meat.

"So if Victor told me to pick up a report from him, what the fuck am I supposed to do?" she asked flatly, feeling more and more disgruntled. One of the weaselly men started to say, "Well, when someone is gone, usually..." But the tubby balding man in the middle put a hand on his chest, cutting him off.

"Ah ah ah," he said with a nasty grin. "Nothing in life is free. Why don't you let us have a little more time to... get acquainted with you, and then we can tell you a workaround for your little problem?"

Ok, Gina might have a problem, but she wasn't an idiot like this asshole seemed to think. She took a step closer to the slimy creep, turning on her old instincts for intimidation. For reasons that he probably didn't fully understand, the man took a step back, frowning in confusion.

"I thought you said that if I gave you ten seconds, you would tell me everything I needed to know," said Gina in a falsely sweet voice.

"Yeah," said the man with a dismissive wave of his hand, trying his best to sound nonchalant, but just coming across as defensive, "but that was just about where Gerald was, not about what to do if..."

"What do you think Mr. Cross would say if he knew you were demanding things from me, then refusing to go through with your end of the deal?" pressed Gina, taking another step forward and getting into his personal space. "You know he requested these reports personally, right?"

It was a bluff, and maybe a risky one considering saying something similar had been completely ineffective earlier with Charlie. But the sudden nervous expression on the man's face told Gina that maybe Victor hadn't declared open season on her to the whole office and these three chucklefucks had overstepped.

With a sour expression of defeat on his face, the leader grudgingly said, "When team leads are out of the office, they send their reports in to Grace, and she prints them out. She should have Gerald's report up at reception."

Shit. Gina's guts twisted in a powerful sense of foreboding at the revelation. For reasons she still didn't understand, the receptionist at the front desk hated her from the first moment that they met. If Victor had given the people she asked for the reports free rein to demand sexual service from her, Gina knew exactly what she could expect from the men. But Grace was a wildcard. Grace had a wholesome, girl-next-door look about her, but Gina wasn't fooled. There was pure venom lurking there beneath the surface, and she was probably much less predictable than the men powered simply by lust.

There was nothing else Gina could do but march to the reception desk and see what her sentence would be.

Gina could tell as she approached that Grace was anticipating their upcoming confrontation with barely concealed glee. Any hope that the receptionist would hand over the report without ceremony was dashed as soon as Gina saw the cat-like grin spread across the pretty younger receptionist's face.

"Morning, Miss Swallowes," chirped Grace, batting her eyelashes. "Anything I can help you with?"

It made Gina want to roll her eyes. Grace would never be this pleasant to her if she wasn't holding something over Gina's head and playing with her like a cat with a mouse.

"I need the report that Gerald sent in," said Gina flatly. She didn't try to be nice or beg. There wouldn't be any point anyway. It wouldn't work, and it would just give Grace a laugh.

Grace's smirk never dimmed, even though Gina was trying hard not to give her the satisfaction of a smug victory. Victor had probably already informed the bitchy receptionist that she had free rein to demand anything she wanted from Gina, like he had with the other two who held the documents she needed. And that meant there was no way that Gina could bluff her way out of this one.

"Well, if you want Gerald's report, then you'll need to do something for me first," said Grace smugly, her bright, false grin fading into a predatory glare.

"I've been hearing that a lot today," said Gina dryly, rubbing her temples in irritation. "Fine. What is it?" She wanted to get through whatever humiliation Grace had in mind as swiftly as possible.

"Oh, don't worry," said Grace with a soft chuckle, her hazel eyes seeming to dance with an inner light, "It won't be anything as public as that dirty stuff you just did with the junior employees. It will be quite... discreet."

Gina was a little surprised that Grace could have heard about what happened in the hallway, considering it took place just over a minute ago. Someone must have basically run over and told Grace immediately. Gina made a mental note not to underestimate the gossip networks in the office. In any case, she had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

"Get to the point," spat Gina, a wave of true loathing washing over her for all of the snickering, bullying creeps that seemed to populate her husband's office. "We both know you're going to ask for something disgusting, so just tell me what it is so I can do it." Her arousal was at a low ebb since she had walked away from her groping at the hands of the junior employees, and she felt numb enough to the humiliation of her circumstances that she wasn't really concerned about whatever Grace had planned.

Grace raised an eyebrow at Gina's sharp tone, then scooted backward from her desk. One manicured finger pointed downward into the shadows beneath the desk. "Nothing too difficult," she snickered. "Let's just call it a... show of respect. You've been sort of a snotty bitch to me, and I want to see that you know your place as the new hire."

Gina fumed internally. It simply wasn't true. Even though Grace had treated her awfully for no reason from the very first moment they had met, Gina had been nothing but polite and professional to her. But that didn't matter. Whining about it would just make Grace more of a pain to deal with when Gina was forced to submit.

"Well," prompted Grace, fixing Gina with a confrontational stare directly into her eyes, "On your knees, slut. Time to show me what a good girl you can be."

Swallowing back her rage, Gina gave in. She glanced around swiftly to make sure that no one was watching, then dropped to her knees, crawling beneath Grace's desk as quickly as she could to avoid being caught out in the open.

Grace scooted her chair back a little, and Gina was trapped. She felt her tough, jaded front crack a little at the sheer psychological weight of being caught beneath the desk, physically beneath the hateful receptionist and hemmed in by her toned, feminine legs.

Grace glanced down with a smirk, relishing the sight of the proud, blonde beauty kneeling beneath her. "Don't worry, sweetie," she purred. "This will only take a sec." With slow, deliberate movements, she rolled up her skirt to display a pair of black, lacy panties. "Be a dear and pull my undies to the side, would you, Gigi? You'll need more direct access to complete the little task I had in mind for you."

Gina had seen where this was going the second that Grace had demanded she get on her knees. A little twist of arousal flared to life in her belly as she faced the fact that she was about to eat pussy once again.

Before she had met Victor, Gina had never really considered that she might be attracted to other women. Not that she was against the idea necessarily. It was just that she had been occupied enough with men that the question never really came up in her mind.

But it was obvious that Victor had a keen interest in making his pet explore her bisexuality. He had already schemed up a few different scenarios where she had been forced to interact sexually with other women. As much as Gina hated to admit it, his instincts had been right on the money. She had even had strange feelings about her own daughter this morning. That was how bad her newly awakened lesbian urges were.

Although she had planned to be calm and defiant, Gina found her lust roaring back to life as she did what she was told, leaning forward to tug aside Grace's unmentionables. Her stomach flip-flopped as the pretty young receptionist's cunt came into view. Plump lips, flushed and glistening with arousal, waited for her submissive service.

Gina gulped.

"You know what you need to do, don't you, Gigi?" prompted Grace from above in a jeering tone. Gina's eyes flicked upward to meet her tormentor's, and she felt a rush of inferiority from her forced subordination. If I'm submitting to some bitch of a secretary, then what does that make me?

"Yes," she whispered, putting all of her effort into making sure the one word didn't crack or tremble with the humiliation and lust coursing through her.

"You have to give me a little kiss," insisted Grace in a throaty whisper, ignoring Gina's acceptance and reveling in her victory. "Just to show me that you know your place."

Gina nodded, ashamed at the fire that was growing hotter and hotter inside her. She stopped resisting it. Being aroused was better than being angry. It was just so much easier...

She leaned forward, nestling her face between the thighs of a woman who had no respect for her, and pressed her lips against Grace's hot cunt.

The taste of the other woman's arousal filled Gina's mouth, fueling the shame and lust warring inside her. Grace let out a little groan of satisfaction, wriggling her hips closer. Without warning, she reached down and seized a handful of Gina's hair, pulling her in tight and pressing Grace's throbbing cunt into Gina's mouth. By instinct, Gina thrust her tongue forward, parting Grace's lower lips and feeling her inner heat.

"That's right, you fucking bitch," hissed Grace, in a voice of mixed frustration and pleasure. "You think you're hot shit, don't you? You think that you can have the boss all to yourself. Well, newsflash, slut, I saw him first. He fucked me in the elevator on my very first day here! You think that he'll be interested in you forever, but he never is. You'll see in the end."

Grace's hostility suddenly made a lot more sense. It was ridiculous that Grace would be jealous of Gina's humiliating servitude, but Gina had seen that strange desperation before in Lucia, Victor's former assistant. Victor did strange things to people's heads. Gina herself was a prime example. She couldn't help but feel a little condescending pity for the young woman she was currently eating out. No matter how desperate the receptionist was, it was clear her efforts to attract Victor's attention weren't working.

"Wow, you really enjoy this, don't you?" asked Grace with a breathless laugh. "I just told you to give me a little kiss, but you're really going to town."

Gina was preparing to snarl that she was just licking Grace's pussy because the bitch was gripping her hair and forcing the issue, but she realized with a shock that that was no longer true. Grace had already let go of Gina's hair, and she had been so deep in her red-hot cloud of lust that she hadn't even realized it. Blushing furiously, she pulled back, avoiding Grace's eyes. As embarrassing as it was to admit, the bitchy receptionist wasn't entirely wrong. She had been enjoying herself.

Grace reached down and adjusted her panties and skirt. "Well," she said with a sigh and a condescending smirk, "no matter how much you love it, you can't just stay here munching cunt all day. You've got more work to do." She scooted out of the way for Gina to extract herself from the cramped space beneath the receptionist desk, then reached over to her desk and handed Gina the folder waiting there.

When Gina dusted herself off and reached for the folder, Grace held onto it for a moment, refusing to let it go. "Stay away from Victor Cross," she said in a low, flat voice, her expression dead serious. Gina tugged the folder a little harder, and Grace finally let it go. They stared at each other for a second longer, but Gina couldn't think of anything to say. The clinging taste of Grace's pussy on her tongue made any sharp retort feel impossible.

As Gina walked away, she stared back over her shoulder to see Grace watching her with that odd, flat expression. She wasn't sure if the younger woman had been trying to threaten her or warn her. It didn't matter either way: if it had been a threat, Gina was unimpressed. If it was a warning, it was far too late.

She had bigger things to worry about anyway... if her suspicions were correct, the final report would be by far the hardest to claim.

...

Cassie was finding it harder and harder to focus on the game. Which was an issue, because the tenuous hold she held on life in the game was the only thing keeping her from being completely naked on camera.

The view count had exploded well over a thousand viewers, and the chat was a constantly roiling sea of disrespectful masculine lust. Their desperation to see more was a constant feral hunger, and though she only caught words here and there in frantic capitals, their desires were unmistakable.

TITS... FUCK... SLUT... FUCKING HOT...

She was having a hard time controlling her breathing, and the chair beneath her was wet and sticky. Her whole body pulsed with filthy heat. Her pussy and nipples and pussy throbbed with it, in time with her thumping heart. Worse, her brain felt like it was wrapped in a hot, pink fog. It was difficult to focus on the game... which she knew was only going to make things worse.

She dully registered the fact that the enemy was shooting at her as her character let out a low, pained grunt and the screen flashed red. She knew that she had to race for cover as soon as she could to avoid a humiliating loss, but her thumbs didn't seem to be fully obeying her.

Was she really trying as hard as she could, despite her distraction? Or was part of her losing on purpose, secretly craving the exposure that might follow? Cassie wasn't sure. She was at war with herself.

Everything hung on a critical moment. If she hit the sprint button and dived for safety, she might be able to escape...

But she didn't. Her thumb didn't move. Her character moved for cover at a crawl and was easily picked off by enemy fire. The game over screen flashed red and black, and the chat went crazy. The view counter was over two thousand now. More than Cassie ever would have expected. One and all were demanding Cassie unveil her round, heaving tits.

And it wasn't just the faceless crowd. Cassie's chief tormentor obviously had to add his two cents as well.

[And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. Off with the bra, honey. Daddy wants to see some tits!]

Cassie stared at the screen, watching the view count climb and the chat stream by while her heart thumped in her ears. Well, it had been a sexy fantasy for a second there, but now it was time to get real. She had already taken this too far. As toe-curlingly embarrassing and nipple-stiffeningly erotic as it would be to live up to her end of the bargain, it was unthinkable. She was streaming with her full face visible. What if someone was recording the stream? No, actually taking her bra off would be totally irresponsible.

... and super fucking hot at the same time.

[Helllloooo? Is that little brain still rattling around that pretty head, slut? You lost the game. That means you need to get naked. NOW!]

Cassie imagined how it would feel. To be bared completely in front of these anonymous horny creeps. To know that they could see everything. She fidgeted in her chair, feeling the warm, slick wetness pooling beneath her. Her pussy was on fire. Her mind was on fire. If she did what a good girl should and just closed the stream, this feeling would end. She would clean up, take a shower, masturbate until she was too sore to continue, then spend the rest of the evening frustrated and unfulfilled.

... Orrr, she could do something incredibly fucking stupid and cum so hard she saw stars.

Cassie's mouth was dry. Her stomach swirled with butterflies. Her hands were moving on their own, reaching up behind her back.

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion and too fast at the same time somehow. Cassie knew that what she was doing was fucking stupid, but her hands still moved. Her shaking fingers fumbled with the clasp at the back of her bra, and then the constricting garment was only hanging loosely on her shoulders. Still concealing everything she ought to hide, but only barely.

Cassie paused there, frozen with indecision. As she brought her hand forward from behind her back, she let them fall into her lap, between her spread thighs. Even the light, accidental touch of her hands sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Her nipples throbbed, feeling so erect that it felt like they could push the loose, hanging bra off her tits with their force alone.

Cassie would say that this was the horniest she had ever felt in her life, but that wasn't quite true. This was a peak, for sure, but by now she had grown used to this sort of torrid, embarrassing sexual rush. Renee had been taking her to these twisted heights of sexual ecstasy over and over. Making her crave it. Making the rest of her life feel boring and tiresome by comparison.

The chat rioted as Cassie paused. Money was pouring in now, not just from BigDikDaddy. People were subscribing and sending their own messages, urging her to get on with the show.

Cassie's hand between her thighs flexed ever so slightly, her fingers curling in and pressing softly between her lower lips. The light, teasing contact sent a buzzing thrill of pleasure through her body. If she turned off the stream now she could rub her clit for hours. But although she knew she would cum, she also knew it wouldn't be the same. Her middle finger pressed deep, sliding between her lips and tracing up to touch her throbbing clit. She felt like she was dissolving in a hot, wet blaze of pleasure.

[Kissy, your audience is waiting. Be a good girl and take the fucking bra off, sweetheart]

Cassie couldn't think anymore. Going along with what the crowd of adoring fans wanted only felt natural at this point. All that it took was a gentle little shrug of her shoulders and a swift movement of her hand to the side. She didn't even think about it very hard. The bra thumped to the floor to join the rest of her clothes, and the camera stayed on.

The cool air seemed to caress Cassie's bare tits with curious fingers, making her whole body rise in goosebumps. Her nipples were so hard that they were almost painful, standing stiff and proud off of her chest, lit by the glow of her computer screen. She was naked. Not just in front of a few cheerleaders. Not in a mask that made her feel safe and protected. Just all of her on full display.

She didn't even bother to try to read the chat anymore. It was impossible. But she knew what they were saying. She knew what they were probably doing...

As if directly in tune with her perverse line of thought, a message popped through from BigDikDaddy.

[You know what everyone watching is doing, right, princess? Hundreds of men are stroking their cocks for those sweet tits. You're going to drain the balls of everyone watching, you dirty little slut.]

Fuck... a hundred sweaty hands pumping up and down a hundred throbbing cocks, all for her. Cassie's fingers began swirling gently around her clit, and she bit her lips. Part of her wanted to throw an arm across her chest to shield them from the beady eye of the camera, and part of her wanted to arch her back and thrust them forward to feel the direct power of the viewer's attention.

She suddenly had a dirty thought...

"Are you...?" Her voice was a husky whisper, and she cleared her throat, painfully embarrassed about what she was about to ask, but for some reason desperate to know. "Are you jerking off too, Daddy?"

The thought of this disrespectful, obnoxious man giving in to his sexual urges and jerking his cock now that he had won was like a live coal, sizzling and spluttering in Cassie's mind. She wasn't sure why it mattered so much to her, but somehow the thought of this one specific, infuriating jerk jerking off to her defeat was even hotter than all the other anonymous pervs.

[Of course I fucking am. Are you kidding? You're the hottest little slut I've ever seen, Kissy. Now shake those fat fucking tits for me.]

That got a snort and an eye roll from Cassie, but also sent a flare of heart blazing outward from her clit. Her fingers began to rub faster. More firmly. Well... why the fuck not? She was already doing the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life. The men watching her could never unsee her tits. Some of them had probably already recorded her to share with others. Would it really be that much worse to put on a little show? It would only make the experience hotter.

Cassie knew exactly what to do. The shimmying shoulder movement had been part of the dance routine that Renee had forced her to practice over and over again for the pep rally. She stared right into the camera, biting her lower lip hard once again, then wiggled her shoulders, making her naked tits sway enticingly, stiff bubblegum nipples swaying back and forth at the tips of her enormous naked tits.

[Oh fuck! It feels good to lose, doesn't it, sweetheart? Tell you what... how would you like to make a thousand bucks?]

Cassie's breaths were so deep and ragged at this point that they wobbled her tits nearly as much as the teasing shimmy. BigDikDaddy's message sent a strange thrill of foreboding through her, but she was past the point of playing it safe. She knew that whatever filthy, terrible idea he proposed wouldn't just be hot; it would make her a nearly unthinkable amount of money.

"Wh-what do you want this time, Daddy?" Her voice wasn't as sharp and sarcastic as she had been intending. In fact, it was more or less a breathy moan. Cassie's fingers were working faster and faster between her legs, and it felt like the sweet ache of pleasure that had spread throughout her body was reaching a peaking crescendo.

[Two things. First and most important, you've got to make me a promise. A promise that if I ever meet you in person, you'll give that sweet little pussy up to me.]

Cassie let out a breathless laugh. BigDikDaddy was just living in a fantasy now. Even if she was exposing her face right now, it wouldn't be that easy for someone to track her down. She hadn't been stupid enough to attach her real name or information to the account... even if she had been stupid enough to expose her real face. She knew in her heart that she would never see the anonymous heckler in real life, but the idea had a certain nasty heat to it. Promising her virgin cunt to some random creep on the internet... It was definitely a kinky idea.

She didn't see the harm in increasing her own pleasure by making a promise she would never have to keep.

"Sure, Daddy," she purred with a teasing wink at the camera, her fingers swirling deftly over her clit as the wicked words left her lips. "When you see me in real life, my pretty pussy is all yours. I promise."

[That's what I like to hear. There's just one more thing you need to do to earn your prize. Stand up and show us all what you've been doing with that hand between your legs.]

Cassie's stomach flip-flopped and her heart skipped a beat as she read the obscene command, But unlike before, her first reaction wasn't hesitation. She had shown the men online her tits already. They could see the proud jut of her stiff nipples. What was one more drop in the bucket?

Besides, it sounded hot, and Cassie thought that one more good push would make her cum.

She pushed back her rolling chair without hesitation, her whole body singing with arousal and adrenaline. She rose on quivering legs, her fingers rubbing fervently between her trembling thighs, moans already building in the back of her throat. She saw that the view counter was over three thousand as her climax roared through her. Then she was closing her eyes, letting low, raspy moans pour from her throat.

She didn't even watch the chat flowing past or see if BigDikDaddy was messaging her. But her mind flamed with the dark, twisted knowledge that hundreds of men were cumming with her as she showed them her tight pussy. Her back arched, and her body strained as a fiery climax seized her completely, her clit throbbing beneath her frantically writhing fingertips.

She couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Her world was pleasure, and the consequences of becoming an internet slut didn't even enter into her mind. That was a problem for future Cassie.

Cassie crested down from the highest peaks of pleasure, but she continued to rub herself, positive that she could chain another orgasm to the first. She opened her eyes and eagerly stared at the screen, hoping for some filthy encouragement from BigDikDaddy... as well as the fat payday that he had promised.

But, to her shocked displeasure, the stream wasn't up on her screen at all. Instead, there was an angry red message with an exclamation mark. The lust drained out of her body instantly, leaving her feeling shaky and weak. She dropped into the chair and looked closer at the screen, trying to determine what exactly went wrong.

The message on the screen filled her with an entirely different sense of anger and helplessness. And unlike before, these new emotions weren't sexy in the slightest.

"Your Argus account has been banned effective immediately for breaking our terms of service in a way determined to be "severe and repeated". Click here to review the relevant guidelines. Click here to file an appeal."

Cassie felt a sense of numb shock as she clicked back into her account. All options related to streaming were greyed out. Even worse, so was the option to withdraw the money she had earned.

She had obviously known that porn streams weren't allowed on the platform. But she hadn't been planning to get naked when the stream started, so she hadn't foreseen it being an issue.

Cassie cursed her idiotic decisions. She hadn't just shown off her naked body to a bunch of horny internet strangers, she didn't even have the money she had supposedly earned! All of it was now locked away behind an account that had already been banned.

She opened the form to file an appeal, stared at it for a second, then put her head in her hands with a groan. There was no sense in appealing. She had basically just run a porn stream! According to the rules, the punishment they had given her was completely justified.

She was screwed. There was no way around it. Her tits were probably being posted to the internet, and she didn't even have any money to show for it.

...

Daren stared dumbly at his screen, stunned. The stream had cut off abruptly once again, but this time it didn't give him any message about being suspended from watching. It appeared the whole stream had cut off suddenly, and going to Cassie's user page led to a message saying she had been banned.

And holy shit, Daren couldn't say he was surprised. Maybe after her performance in front of a gym of watching classmates should have tipped him off, but Daren couldn't believe that Cassie had gotten naked and masturbated on a live stream. His view of her as his innocent little girl was being rapidly swept away. Replaced with a shameful, torrid impression of her as a busty temptress who looked just like his wife did back when she was in high school...

Fuck, his cock cage was pinching him. In that last part, where Cassie was wildly horny and began rubbing herself faster and faster, showing off her sweet little pussy as she reached a moaning orgasm, there was nothing that Daren wanted more than to whip out his cock and jerk off, cumming right alongside his daughter on the other side of the screen. Yet another moment of pleasure that Renee's cruel control had stolen from him.

Daren pushed himself back from his desk with a bitter sigh. At least the chastity cage would save him the humiliation of walking across the office with a stiffy. It was time to face the music. He had promised that after the stream concluded, he would visit Charlie in his office. It was the last thing he was in the mood for, but he knew better than to test the odious man. Charlie held too much power in the company and sway with Victor for Daren to piss him off lightly.

As usual, whispers and laughter followed Daren on his way through the office. They had grown even worse today, and the reason was no mystery. Victor had turned Gina from private to public slut, and Daren's coworkers were eager to pile on.

Thinking about Gina just made his cage feel tighter. He had been so distracted by the insane downward spiral of Cassie's stream that he hadn't had any chance to look into what his wife was doing with her day, but he couldn't imagine it had been peaceful if Victor was determined to show her off as his slut.

For a second, Daren imagined what it would be like to just... say fuck it. Just walk out the door and leave behind this whole sordid mess. Maybe find a careful, discreet locksmith to cut him free. See if Gina would be willing to run away with him, and if not, just run away himself.

It was a fleeting daydream. Renee would never let her prey escape so easily, and once he was in the bratty little minx's presence, he knew he would never be strong enough to stand up to her.

Besides, Gina was his world. His life had revolved around her since high school. There had been ups and downs, but he knew in his heart of hearts that his beautiful, confident, whip-smart wife was the best he would ever do. Seeing her corrupted and fucked by Victor was devastating. But it was also red hot. That had been true before he had ever been corrupted by Renee, as embarrassing as it was to admit. Something about seeing her with a man that truly measured up to her ignited something hot and twisted and submissive inside Daren. And, in the end, he could live with that. As long as Gina came back to him, he didn't mind watching her give in to Victor. He could even enjoy the filthy taboo of it.

Daren's internal musings on his awful situation had brought him to the door of Charlie's office. His stomach twisted as he raised his hand to knock. Nothing good waited for him inside, but Daren simply wasn't strong enough to resist the doom he knew was coming for him.

As soon as his knuckles touched the door, Charlie called roughly from inside the room. "Come in!"

Charlie sat behind his desk with his hands behind his head and a broad smirk painted on his face. His office was a little cluttered and sloppy as usual, but looking at it, no one would have any idea that he had just finished goading a young woman to strip naked on her innocent gaming stream.

"That was some show, wasn't it?" asked Charlie amiably. "I never would have expected it would be that easy to get the little slut to show everything. You were really falling down on the job if you were struggling to manipulate her streams before. I got the prize on my very first day, Hardon my man."

"Wh-what exactly did you want to see me for, Charlie?" Daren asked wearily. He had been through a lot the past few days, and even at the risk of annoying his bully, he couldn't stomach more conversation about his daughter.

Charlie chuckled nastily, obviously amused by Daren's cowardly dodge. But, unexpectedly, he dropped the topic of the obscene livestream. "It's not so much that I want to see you hardon," he said loftily. "It's more that I want you to see something." He pointed across the room toward the small coat closet that every office came equipped with. "Hide in there and crack the door so you can see and hear what happens next. Don't come out until I say, or I'll tell everyone about the sick little obsession you have for your own daughter."

Daren stared at the coat closet with a sinking feeling in his stomach, then back to Charlie. It wasn't difficult to guess what Charlie was planning to show him. After all, Gina was still somewhere in the office, dressed up as a slut.

But still, Daren couldn't help but ask skeptically, "What exactly is this about, Charlie?" Daren doubted that things would go how Charlie planned. Gina might submit to Victor. After all, the suave, massive CEO had a certain animal magnetism that even Daren couldn't deny. But she hated Charlie's guts. She had ever since high school, when he was the school bully and football captain. Even back then, she had never hesitated to let Daren know how much she disliked Charlie, who had been dating Deedee, Gina's best friend turned mortal enemy.

Not only did she hate Charlie, but the man had none of their boss's charm or looks. Daren couldn't imagine she would even want to talk with Charlie, let alone do anything with him sexually that would hurt Daren to watch from the closet.

Charlie just snorted, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise that Daren would dare to question him. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, idiot," he said dismissively. "Now are you going to be a good little dickless loser and crawl into that closet, or are you going to be known around the office as the creep that jerks off to his own daughter? Your call, Hardon. But personally, if my wife started working here, I would think a little more carefully about having rumors like that spread around."

As crude and brutal as he was, Charlie had a point. Daren didn't have any leverage. One last time, he imagined telling Charlie to go fuck himself and leaving this entire mess behind... and then he dutifully turned and climbed into the closet.

"Goood boy, Hardon," chuckled Charlie. "Get comfortable. I would tell you to get that tiny dick out too so you could enjoy the show, but there isn't much point, is there now?"

Daren didn't bother to reply. He closed the closet door behind him and left it open just a crack so he could see. Then he tried to do as he was told and get comfortable. It was easier said than done. The small coat closet was just large enough for Daren to sit inside cross-legged, but it was cramped, dark, and warm.

Nothing happened for several minutes. Charlie settled back in his desk and stared at his computer. He groped his crotch, and faint sounds of porn floated into the room. Fucking hypocrite... watching porn at work was the exact reason that Charlie had gotten Daren in trouble in the first place. Daren shifted uncomfortably. He was just starting to think that this might be a prank on Charlie's part, seeing how long he could trick Daren into waiting, when there was a soft knock at the door.

Charlie turned to the coat closet and gave Daren a taunting wink, then called to whoever was knocking, "Come in!"

Daren knew exactly who would walk through the door when Charlie called, but his heart still skipped a beat when he saw Gina slip inside, her eyes flashing with frustration... but also with an unexpected look of weary acceptance. He had never heard Gina speak in the embarrassed, groaning murmur she used as she said, "Ok, Charlie... what's it going to take?"

...

Gina was almost done. So close. Just one big, fat, obnoxious obstacle in her way before she could put this degrading task behind her and regroup.

Charlie sat behind his desk like a fat toad, a look of pure, smug anticipation on his face. "What a question, Gigi, what a question!" he drawled, openly stroking the bulge in the front of his pants. "If you had just been a doll and helped me out earlier, it might have been easier for you. I was busy at the time, and I would have let you off with some light work. But now? Now you have my full, undivided attention."

He was talking to her like she was some bimbo that he could wrap around his finger and toy with. Gina tried to get furious at his disrespectful tone... but all that she found inside herself was a weak, wet bloom of heat and a pathetic eagerness to discover what fresh humiliation was in store for her. She had already tried to resist too much today. And what had it gotten her? Her ass reddened by Victor's strong hand and a flash drive shoved deep into her virgin butthole. Groped and ogled by her new coworkers. The cunt of her work rival smeared over her face. Resisting hadn't done anything but made her fall that much more humiliating.

So why not just lean into it? She could fight again another day. For now, she just wanted to give in and submit.

"I'll do anything," she admitted meekly, crossing the room toward Charlie with a hip-swaying slink, one foot in front of the other. "You know I will. You just have to name it."

Charlie's smile only widened when he saw that she was willing to play along. Charlie wasn't in things for the thrill of the hunt like Victor. He was a scavenger through and through. The easier his prey was, the less work he had to do.

But that didn't mean he was above playing with his food. "Wowww," he said with a snort. "How the mighty have fallen. If I had known you would be this eager to get me off, I would have reconnected with you years ago. But tell me, Gigi, don't you feel bad about offering me anything I want when your husband is just down the hall? Seems a little cold if you ask me."

The mention of Daren was an unpleasant emotional jolt to Gina's system, bringing her up short and making her guts twist with shame. He was right... she had been putting Daren out of her mind almost completely today except for a few fleeting moments.

And yes, maybe she had been putting Daren out of her mind to a greater or lesser extent for months. She loved Daren. But if she was being brutally honest, there had never actually been a flame of passion there. She had dated him at first because he made her feel safe and comfortable, and to piss off her evil best friend. She had split up with him in college because he was just safe and comfortable. It hadn't been fair. He had done everything he could to support her, and she had betrayed him.

So, when she came back to him and committed to being his wife and raising their daughter together, part of that had been deciding that passion wasn't everything, and Daren's boring, safe comfort was worth giving up the spark and flame some more dominant, dangerous man might give her.

Gina swallowed her discomfort and guilt. Her feelings on Daren hadn't changed. They would get back to that comforting blandness once she had figured out how to resist Victor effectively. And, after seeing him jerk off to her tale about submitting to Victor, she knew that he wasn't going to leave her over her escapades with his dominant boss.

She just had to get through this. She would make it up to him in the end.

Gina stopped in front of Charlie's desk, leaning forward to give him a good view of her hanging tits. "We don't need to worry about Hardon right now," she purred, staring straight into Charlie's muddy eyes. "I'd rather focus on us... and what I can do for you."

Gina knew that using Charlie's favorite demeaning nickname for her husband would intrigue him, and he took the bait hook, line, and sinker. If there was one thing Charlie loved more than perving on vulnerable women, it was bullying Daren. With a little growl, he leaned forward with both hands, palms up, and took the opportunity he was offered, groping and squeezing Gina's luscious breasts through the tight shirt.

"I'm not surprised that you don't want to focus on your tiny-dicked husband," chuckled Charlie. "I mean, even before Victor started to bring out your slutty side, it was obvious that that little loser wasn't in your league." Gina winced at the rough treatment her breasts were receiving. But even through the pain and humiliation of submitting to Charlie's grasping hands, she felt that old, insidious heat rising between her thighs once again. She didn't fight it. She would need that arousal to get through this.

"Can't you just... enjoy this?" she whined, lightly shaking her jiggling tits against his hands. "We don't need to talk about him, do we?"

Charlie found the stiff nubs of her nipples pressing through the blouse's thin cloth and squeezed them in a cruelly tight grip. "Oh, but I am enjoying this!" he grunted. "And this is the service I want from you. I want to talk about your joke of a husband... and about you and I, too."

Gina's eyes flicked to meet Charlie's, and ice flashed through her veins. Fuck... he actually wanted to talk about that night over eighteen years ago? Gina was willing to submit to this jackass. Jerk him off... maybe even give him a blowie. But she had spent her whole life ever since that night trying to blank one of the stupidest decisions she had ever made from her memory. At the time, it had felt all-important that she win her little competition with Dee-dee, but ever since she had cringed with shame at the memory of giving herself to Charlie on a silver plate.

And she thought that Charlie was on the same page. She had been avoiding him since Daren began work at the office, but he had never made a point of seeking her out either. She had always suspected that he wanted to keep that night under wraps as well, out of fear of what his wife might say when she learned he had screwed her out of victory by fucking her rival.

But if he had been holding back before, that time seemed to be over. Gina looked away and tried to think of how she could lead him away from this sensitive topic. It was hard to think with the asshole's hands running all over her hanging tits, squeezing and pinching and sending little crackles of pain and pleasure zipping through her body to ground themselves between her thighs. "I... don't know what you want me to say, Charlie. I mean, we're here right now. I'm going to do whatever you say. Isn't that enough?"

"Nope," said Charlie bluntly, a savage grin painting his ugly face. "Now let's put that pretty little hand to work while we talk... just like I told you in the first place."

He snapped his finger imperiously and stood up. Oddly, instead of just making her come around the desk to him, he moved his chair out from behind the desk before sitting back down again and unzipping. Gina didn't get it. She peered over her shoulder in confusion to see if he was setting up the chair to put on a show for someone, but the only things behind them were a closet and the door to the hallway, which was closed.

She didn't have much time to worry about it. Charlie had roughly stripped his pants down to his ankles, revealing his thick, diamond-hard cock. Once upon a time, when she first saw it, Gina had thought that Charlie's cock was huge. By this point, she knew he was just a little bit above average. Bigger than Daren's, for sure, but the sight of it didn't wow her anymore. Not compared to Victor's.

"On your knees, slut," said Charlie expansively, settling back into his office chair. "You can start off by jerking my cock while we take a trip down memory lane."

Gina grimaced, then shook her head and obeyed. Even with all the numbing humiliation she had gone through already that day, it still stung a little to obey this asshole's commands and fall to her knees in front of him. She knew in her soul that Charlie was the lowest of the low... if she was still submitting to him, that put her even lower than that.

She loathed the way her body thrilled and burned as she reached out to take his cock in hand, feeling the veiny stiffness of his hot shaft as it glided against her palm. Was she so perverted at this point that any man could make her this horny, or was the fact that she hated Charlie what made her hot and bothered? Neither one was a good sign. She focused on pleasuring Charlie, hoping that she could distract him from the humiliating trip down memory lane he had planned. Staring up into his eyes, she leaned over and spat heavily onto the tip of his cock, then began working her fist up and down, lubing up his thick shaft. Her other hand rose to cup and fondle his heavy balls, rolling them lightly between her fingers. She shifted a little on her knees as she got more and more into her task, unconsciously trying to stimulate her pussy with the rubbing of her thighs. She hadn't cum through hours of humiliation and teasing, and was beginning to feel a little deprived.

Gina's hope that she could distract Charlie with pleasure turned out to be too optimistic. He groaned in appreciation, but then settled back and said cheerfully, "So! Where were we? Oh, right, I want to talk about that one magical night we shared together all those years ago. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

Gina had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. "Of course I know what you're talking about. Do we really need to do this, Charlie?"

"Yes. It's been a long time, doll... I want you to tell me. Tell me everything that you remember about that night. Don't spare any details."

...

All of Daren's worries about the work that Victor had given him, the trouble he was facing from getting pushed around by Renee, and even his daughter's slutty livestream, were pushed away as he saw his beautiful wife kneel down at the feet of his bully and begin obediently stroking his cock.

It was like his world had suddenly been flipped upside down. This wasn't like her at all. Gina was normally fiery and defiant; now she had come straight into the office offering to do whatever Charlie wanted, her eyes gleaming with lust. When she submitted to Victor, it twisted Daren's guts up with jealousy and poisoned his mind with lust... but he got it. He could understand why that was Gina's reaction to a man like his boss. With Charlie, he was confused and upset by the very idea of the two of them together. He couldn't understand it at all. But still, even though the sight made him even more furious and jealous than he was when he thought of Gina together with Victor... it still filled him with simmering lust. His eyes locked onto his wife's fist as it closed around the cock of his worst enemy and began slowly gliding up and down, lubricated by her spit. His own cock pressed futilely against the bars of its cage, and he stifled a groan.

Although the visuals were distressing, the things that Charlie and Gina were saying to each other were almost worse. They seemed to be implying that they had hooked up in the past, a long time ago. But that was ludicrous. Gina had hated Charlie ever since Daren and she had first started dating. On the other hand, although he knew Charlie would say anything to hurt him, he couldn't think of a reason why Gina would lie. She had no idea that Daren was listening in. All that Daren could do was keep watching and try to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Gina was silent for a moment after Charlie had prompted her to tell whatever sordid tale he had in mind. The only sound was the obscene squish of Gina's hand pumping up and down Charlie's swollen cock. Finally she sighed and said, "Fine. You want me to relive one of the most embarrassing nights of my life? I will. It was the night after the last game of the season. Dee-dee was going to win the vote and become the sole captain of the cheer squad."

"Well, that's not something you could tolerate, was it?" said Charlie with a nasty chuckle. "You had to do something about it. Find some way to sway the football team's vote."

Daren felt faint. His hands felt tingly, and his cock was pinched tight by the confines of his cage, pulsing and leaking into his pants. He remembered that night even now. Gina had cheered her heart out at the game, and she had never looked more beautiful. Daren had sensed some thrumming energy in his girlfriend after the game, and for some reason, he thought that that might be the night. The night when they finally made love for the first time. But when he asked if Gina wanted to hang out after the game, she said that she had to go to a party. All the cheer squad and the football team were invited, but no one else. It had been a little disappointing, but as always, Daren had trusted her. It wasn't hard to remember that night... after all, it was the very next day when he and Gina actually did end up having sex for the first time.

Gina was silent for a while longer, swiftly jacking Charlie's cock and fondling his hairy balls, her face flaming red. Daren stared at her, silently willing her to deny what Charlie was saying. To scoff and say that the fat jerk could only dream of getting what he was implying he had already stolen. But she didn't. She didn't look Daren's bully in the eyes, instead filling the air with the obscene wet squishing of her rapidly working hands as she kept her eyes down, defeated, humiliated, and subservient.

Charlie was having none of that. He reached down and seized Gina's chin in her fingers, forcing her to look up at him. "Tell me. I want to hear it in your own words. What was your plan that night?"

"I... I had to fuck you. You were the team captain. You were the one who told the rest of the team to vote against me in the first place. I knew that you were the only one who could get me those votes. And there was only one thing I had that would be enough to bribe you."

Charlie howled with laughter, glancing up to meet Daren's gaze through the crack in the door for just a half of a second. "That sweet, sweet cheerleader puss! You're damn right that was enough to make me reconsider."

"It was just a strategy," huffed Gina angrily. "It wasn't anything personal. Of course I know now that being the cheer captain wasn't that big of a deal. But at the time, it felt like I would be the end of the world if I lost... so I made sure that didn't happen."

Charlie snorted, then reached down and grabbed a fistful of Gina's beautiful blonde hair. "What did I tell you? Don't rewrite the past to spare your feelings. I want to hear the whole filthy truth, warts and all. Here, why don't I take over for a second, describe what happened that night from my perspective?"

Before Gina could protest, he had roughly dragged her head forward and pressed his cock between her gasping lips. It happened so fast that Daren could barely process it. After knowing the sort of things that Gina had been doing with Victor, it should have been nothing. But it kept running through his mind that, from now on, whenever he kissed his wife, he would be kissing lips that had wrapped around the cock of his worst enemy.

As Charlie began to talk, he started to forcefully bob Gina's head up and down his cock with the firm grip he kept on her head, forcefully taking his pleasure from her unresisting mouth.

"So... this big-titted, curvy blonde cheerleader walks up to me at the house party. I knew who you were, obviously. You used to be cool before you shacked up with Hardon for some fucking reason. We all thought you were smart, but you seemed to lose fifty IQ points wherever he was around."

Gina made a gurgling, annoyed noise, making some thick spit leak around the thick shaft choking her, but Charlie didn't release his grip. "Ah ah ah, you lost your talking privileges when you decided to be a stuck-up bitch like always. Anyway, where was I....? Oh right, you walked right up to me, clearly liquored up and nervous, and I thought you were about to chew me out because you were going to lose the vote. Imagine my surprise when you were all adorably pink-cheeked and stumbling over your words, inviting me to come with you to an empty bedroom before Dee could come back and see where we were going..."

Daren felt like his world was crumbling around him. It couldn't be true... his beloved girlfriend had left him behind, telling him he wasn't invited to the party, when she planned to hook up with his bully? The swaggering asshole who made his life hell on a daily basis. Slamming him into lockers and slapping the back of his head when he wasn't looking. She had fucked the man he hated the most, and then acted like nothing had happened the next day? A fresh splatter of precum dripped from Daren's poor, caged cock.

Charlie finally allowed Gina to pop up off his cock, gasping. "It wasn't fucking like that! I wasn't some blushing, doe-eyed innocent! I was a woman on a mission! I held my nose and fucked you because that's what it took to win the bet. That's fucking all."

Charlie stuffed her mouth full of his cock again, and now the only sounds coming from Gina were the wet, slutty gluk-gluk-gluk of her throat being mercilessly plundered. Daren gulped and felt a dark uncoiling of lust in his belly as he saw his confident, powerful wife conquered by the man who loved to torment him. Even from across the room, he could see the way her throat bulged as it was pierced by the tip of a throbbing cock much bigger than his. "Don't fucking lie, you were a horny little slut back then, just like you are now. When I ripped that sexy cheerleader getup off you, your nipples were hard as shit. In fact... show me right now. Take that fucking shirt off right now and show me how much it turns you on to get choked by my thick cock!"

He released Gina again, and she stared up at him with miserable upturned eyes, teary from the rough treatment he had given her throat. Her face was red, and her lips were dripping with spit and precum. For a second, Daren felt an upwelling of hope. She obviously loathed the man brutally fucking her throat. There was no way that she was turned on by this degrading experience.

But once again, Daren was forced to confront the fact that he didn't know his wife as well as he thought. She had changed. With shaky fingers, she swiftly unbuttoned the inexplicably slutty blouse she had worn to work that day and revealed her perfect breasts. The treasures that Daren had once thought made him a lucky man, since he was the only one who was allowed to see or touch them. Her nipples were hard as diamond, her tits lightly jiggling with the heaving of her breath. Fuck... Daren found it hard to believe, but the sneering, ugly man looming above his wife was right. There was no denying that she was deeply horny.

"That's my girl... just like that night," grunted Charlie, reaching down to thwack his stiff cock against her cheeks with a few wet, demeaning slaps, leaving her face slick with precum and spit. "A horny slut desperate for another taste of cock. Well, I have just what you need here."

With that, he shoved his cock deeper in her throat than ever before. And Gina did nothing to fight him. In fact, she locked her wrists behind her back as if by instinct, ceding complete control to the bully fucking her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Daren's beloved wife became nothing but a cocksleeve for Charlie to defile.

"You twisted and bucked and moaned on my thick cock. You came all over my fucking dick just like the cheating whore you are. Because I gave you something that little Hardon never could, didn't I?"

Charlie let Gina go again, and she fell back on her ass, coughing and spluttering. He waited for her to regain her composure, which only gave Daren more opportunity to spiral into his own darkness of pain and confusion. She had never told him. She had never let on that she had slept with his bully. And the worst part about it was... she had actually fucked Charlie FIRST. Charlie had had the chance to fuck Daren's future wife before Daren. The very night before. Technically, the first time that they made love, that had excited Daren so much he could barely breathe, he had just been getting sloppy seconds from the swaggering jock who stuffed his head in the toilet on a weekly basis.

Gina finally seemed to catch her breath. "You're wrong," she croaked. "I did what I had to do. I made you believe that I loved it, because that was what I needed you to believe to win." Her words were defiant, but it was hard to take her seriously when her eyes were dazed with lust, and her face still dripped with the slime from Charlie's cock.

"Get up," demanded Charlie. "If you're such a big shot, then let's put those words to the test and see if I remember correctly, or you do."

...

Gina's whole body buzzed with filthy, clinging lust. She could still taste Charlie's cock, still feel it bulging her throat. And even worse than those lingering physical sensations were the feelings being dredged up by his crass dirty talk.

He was right. She had reframed her memories of that night for so long that she had convinced herself that her new vision of the past was the truth. She had believed for years that when Charlie fucked her, she had barely put up with it. That she had just held her nose and got through it to win her petty little competition with Dee-dee. But now the true memories of that night were flooding back to her, unlocked by the taste of Charlie's cock on her tongue.

She had begged for it. She came on his cock just like he said. And when he emptied his balls deep into her tight, fertile pussy, it had felt right. She had tried to forget that feeling for years. But she couldn't ignore it anymore.

She rose on shaky legs, obeying Charlie's command, and he wasted no time in roughly pulling her down onto his lap, facing away from him. "Now let's see," he hissed loudly into her ear. "I think I know how we can tell whether or not I turn you on..." He reached down with insistent hands and rolled the skirt up Gina's thighs. In moments, her pussy was bare, tingling in the cool office air. To Gina's shame, her thighs seemed to have a mind of their own, spreading wide as she straddled the man beneath her. Charlie recognized the implicit permission her body had given him and dived in greedily, his rough hand slipping down over her thigh to spread apart her tender lips with eager fingers. Gina couldn't hold back a low, vibrating moan as his fingers delved deep, finding the wet heat between her legs.

"There it is..." growled Charlie, sinking his middle finger deep into her quivering hole, "That sweet little cunt I conquered all those years ago. Just as wet as it was that day. Are you really still going to claim that you're not horny, you fucking slut? When you're practically dripping just from sucking my cock?"

The point wasn't entirely fair. After all, Gina had been humiliated and dominated all afternoon, and had been stewing in her ambient desire all day. So it wasn't just Charlie's rough treatment that had her this turned on. But she couldn't deny his basic premise. She was horny. He had turned her on.

And no matter how much she hated it, her body burned for him.

As Charlie began to slowly finger fuck her, he started to talk once again, his voice a rough growl in her ear. He could have whispered, but instead, he continued to speak up for some reason.

"Admit it. I want to hear it from you. That one night with me in high school was better than anything your limp dicked husband has ever been able to do to you."

Gina groaned in a mixture of frustration and arousal. Her hips rolled forward over and over, humping forward into Charlie's thick finger as it plunged deep inside her in a maddeningly slow rhythm. She didn't care what was right or wrong anymore. Her pride was hanging by a thread. What did it matter if she admitted the filthy thoughts she was having about this asshole?

"Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "It was fucking good. You fucked me right with this big cock of yours." She reached between her legs, over where Charlie had his hand buried between her thighs, and began stroking his cock. This time she didn't bother with a slow pumping rhythm. She went for broke immediately, wildly jacking Charlie's thick cock. "I loved it. You made me cum so fucking hard that I had to lie to myself and say I didn't like it."

She turned to stare him in the eyes, and a wave of lust and hatred poured through her when she saw his expression of smug triumph. "But just because you have a big cock and know how to use it doesn't mean you're better than Daren. After that night, I still wanted nothing to do with you. You may have been good in bed, but that doesn't mean I want you."

Charlie chuckled deeply, his cock flexing in her hands. While still plunging his finger deep inside her, he found her clit with his free hand and began rubbing it in firm, circular motions, sending pleasure sparking and fizzing through her brain and drawing another ragged moan from her throat.

"Except that's not true either, is it?" he rumbled, his hands tearing Gina's mind apart with overwhelming pleasure. "You did want me. You came to me with that little proposition on prom night. About how we could be king and queen together forever."

Gina's hands gripped his cock like it was a lifeline. She could feel her body cresting rapidly toward an orgasm. He was right again... she had made her massive mistake even worse by following it up with a pathetic plea. She had more or less thrown herself at Charlie, begging him to take her. And he had refused. She wasn't the one who had turned her nose up in disgust; it had been him. "Fuck you," she managed to whimper, her voice shot through with pleasure.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" he grunted. Suddenly his hands withdrew from her pussy, and he scooted her forward on his lap, until his thick cock lay against the length of her juicy slit. She could feel its powerful, pulsing heat against her sensitive flesh and a wave of longing crashed over her, swallowing her whole. "You would just love it if I stuck this big cock inside you and made you feel just like I did back then. Maybe I could send you home to Hardon with another little present... You know, I always half suspected that the real reason you were so desperate on prom night was that..."

Now white-hot panic flooded through Gina, twisting her stomach and blending strangely with the lust that burned in every nerve. She had to shut him up. She couldn't hear the words he was about to say out loud, or she might lose her mind.

Luckily, she thought she knew just the thing to say to distract him.

"Yesss... fuck me," she panted, rubbing her hot cunt up and down the shaft pressing back into her and relishing the crackles of sexual heat radiating outward from her clit. "You're right. I want to feel you inside me again, just like on that night. Take me, Charlie. Show me how much better you are than Daren."

It was the right thing to say. She could feel his cock harden even further against her pussy. Charlie reached from behind her with a growl, reaching up to grab her tits with cruel, grasping fingers. "Fuck! I wish I fucking could. But unfortunately, Mr. Cross told us all we could do anything except fuck you. He's reserved that privilege for himself. But I'll tell you what... as long as you get me off and keep telling the truth about what a worthless piece of shit your loser husband is, I'll let you cum."

Gina gulped and hesitated for a fraction of a second. Could she really do this? Could she really badmouth the man she loved in front of the man who had made tormenting him a sport? Her pussy answered that question for her, needily clenching around nothing at the thought of getting the chance to cum. She would make it up to her husband later. After all this craziness was over.

"He... he is kind of a loser," she said softly, rolling her hips forward to rub her clit against the throbbing shaft of her husband's worst enemy. "He was always a bit soft, ever since high school."

Charlie barked a laugh, pinching Gina's tender nipples and giving her a slobbery kiss on the neck. "Oh yeah. That little pussy. No wonder his girlfriend fucked another guy. And now his wife too!"

Gina moaned and reached down to Charlie's cock, holding it by the tip to keep it in place as she humped against it harder and harder. "Fuck... his cock is so much smaller than yours... and yeah, he has never been able to fuck me as hard as you did that night." She could feel the pleasure inside her spiralling upward. Her hips were moving faster and faster, and little puffing moans were beginning to punctuate her dirty talk.

"Tell me who's better. Loud and fucking clear," whispered Charlie. His tongue slid out to trace around her ear, sending a shiver of degrading pleasure through her and sending her right to the peak.

Gina gave in to the humiliation and tension of the day, moaning wildly and humping Charlie's cock. Charlie's hand reached up to dominantly clamp around her tender neck, and the casual disrespect of the gesture finally pushed her over the edge.

"Yooooouuu," she howled as she came hard. "My loser husband has never made me cum like you! Never!"

Charlie's hand on her throat and the constant grinding pressure of her clit against his cock kept Gina riding her orgasm, thighs shaking and thick clear juices running down over the crass bully's cock and balls. The climax felt like it went on forever, burning Gina's mind and soul to ash with the intensity of its taboo heat. After a moment, Charlie grunted as well, sent over the edge by the feeling of Gina's wet cunt and her hands clutching his cockhead. He spurted over and over, filling her hands with thick, gluey cum as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Finally, it was over, leaving Gina feeling dirty and hollow, her hands coated in sperm. Charlie, always the asshole, gave her a little push that sent her heavily to her knees on his office floor. Then he turned and plucked a file folder off his desk, tossing it to land in front of her on the ground.

"Get dressed and get out," he said bluntly, flashing her the smug grin she had come to loathe. "We can talk more about all the stuff you confessed later. After all, we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

Gina saw no point in arguing. She had finally finished the task that Victor had set. It was time to go give him the files. She cleaned her hands on the carpet, then managed to get her slutty clothing back into some sort of presentable order. Charlie didn't even look up from his computer as she turned tail and retreated from his office.

The fact that Charlie had promised a follow-up worried her. Maybe she could bargain with Victor to keep the odious pig away from her. The thought that her husband might be able to defend her didn't even cross her mind.

After all, Daren couldn't even defend himself from Charlie.

...

Daren sat back in the closet, stunned and broken.

He was there for so long that Charlie eventually rolled his eyes and got up himself, throwing open the door and revealing Daren, sitting back with a puddle of fresh cum splattered on the floor of the closet between his legs.

Daren hadn't even known it was possible to ejaculate while locked up like this. But it had still happened, right about when his wife had told Charlie that her husband would never measure up.

Charlie looked down at him, beaming. Like a kid in a candy store. "I don't even know where to begin, Hardon..." he said jovially. "But tell you what, since your wife just got me off with a pussyjob and I got to see your daughter's tits, I'm feeling generous. You get a free pass today. Run along. I bet you still haven't finished that job that Victor gave you, have you?"

Daren numbly got up, stuffing his caged, dribbling dick back into his pants. He knew that Charlie wasn't being kind. He just had a keen eye for how to cause the most misery, and he knew that there was no point in piling on more when Daren was this shell-shocked. Daren already knew that Charlie was about to get ten times worse in the near future, when his bullying would be more effective.

"I'm serious about finishing that task," called Charlie after him as Daren slouched out the door. "I bet the boss has something even worse than what you just saw cooked up as a punishment if you ignore his orders."

Daren glared up at the clock in the hallway as he passed. It was four... and Victor expected his end-of-day report at four thirty. Daren felt like a train had been dropped on him, but Charlie wasn't wrong. He somehow had to fight through the pain and work up something to present.

Once he made it through this nightmare day, then he would be able to confront Gina about the bombshell that had just been dropped on their marriage.