{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5c6ac1ca-b909-4156-ace0-7aa3776466a7","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-10T17:47:04.753Z","title":"Dominance Behavior","slug":"dominance-behavior","shortId":"dhgCpqA2","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Renée gets jealous of her younger, prettier co-worker Felicia, and decides to show the woman who's boss.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c7f9011a-d2cc-4831-bbcc-244f36eacaaa","title":null,"summary":"It wasn't very\ncomfortable under Mr Thompson's desk, but Renée was used to it. She\ncrouched low, ba","wordCount":13920,"readTime":70,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It wasn't very\ncomfortable under Mr Thompson's desk, but Renée was used to it. She\ncrouched low, balancing on her high heels, with her hands on his\nknees for support. His cock was hot and firm in her mouth, and she\ncould tell he was going to finish soon. She glanced up at him as she\nran her tongue up the base of his shaft, trying to tease out his\nload. His attention was focused away from her, on the paperwork he\nwas filling out, but when he caught her movement out of the corner of\nhis eye, he looked down to meet her gaze, smiling nervously. He was\nan older man, in his early fifties, with a portly frame and dark hair\npeppered with more than a little gray.

Renée felt him\ngrow tense as his cock swelled slightly, ready to spurt. This was\nthe moment she'd been waiting for. She closed her mouth tight around\nhim, and just before he hit the point of no return, she bit down\nhard. Mr Thompson jerked a little in his seat, some of his paperwork\nscattering, and his prick immediately shrank. She gave him a moment,\nand then, with a smile, began licking him again. He whimpered\nslightly as her tongue made contact, and her smile widened.

Renée loved\nsucking dick. She knew other women found it submissive, but she knew\nbetter. While Mr. Thompson's cock was between her lips, she had all\nthe power. She had complete control over when, where, and how she\ngave him pleasure. And more importantly, pain. The truth was, he\nwas completely at her mercy while she was down here. With a simple\nsnap of her jaws, she could do permanent, agonizing damage. Perhaps\none day, when she had no more use for the old man, she'd end their\nrelationship that way. Yes, that would be delightful. But for now,\nshe was satisfied with just teasing him mercilessly and then shutting\nhim down. She could happily spend hours denying him his release.

She always let him\nfinish eventually. Well, not always. There were plenty of times she\ncrawled out from under his desk to leave him frustrated for the rest\nof the day. But usually, after she'd played with him for a good long\nwhile, she'd let him shoot off. After all, if he always knew the\nbite was coming, what fun would that be? It was the uncertainty that\nmade him tense so wonderfully every time he was close, wondering if\nthis time she would be merciful.

There was a knock\non the door, and she heard it open. “Do you have a minute, sir?”\na bright female voice asked. Renée's eyes narrowed. It was that\nbitch Felicia.

“Of course,\ndear, of course,” Mr Thompson said. “Please, take a seat.” \nRenée heard footsteps, followed by a chair being pulled out. She\ntried to ignore it and focus instead on his cock, sealing her lips\ntight around the spot where his head and shaft met. He was always\nsensitive right there; it would give him something to think about\nwhile he dealt with the blonde cunt.

“I just wanted to\nthank you again for giving me this job,” Felicia said, her voice\nbubbly and light and with a little Southern twang. Renée could\nalmost see the stupid dopey smile the bitch was always wearing. “I\nknow my resumé wasn't very impressive, and a lot of other places\nturned me down, so I really appreciate you giving me a chance. \n...Are you alright? You look a little...”

Mr Thompson\nchuckled weakly. “Y-yes, of course, just, uh, a little heartburn. \nNothing to worry about. Anyway, you have too low an opinion of\nyourself, dear. It's only been a week since you started, and I've\nalready been hearing good things about your work. If other people\ncouldn't see that, well, that's their loss and my gain, yes?”

“Yes!” Felicia\nagreed.

Good things? Hah! \nThe only thing that bitch had going for her was her looks, and she'd\nmade the most of them. She was a blonde bombshell with big tits and\na cute face, who leaned on the young and innocent shtick like she was\nmade of rainbows and sunshine. If any of her coworkers had words of\npraise for her, it was only because they wanted in her tight pants.

Had she set her\nsights on Mr Thompson? If so, she would have to get through Renée\nfirst. Sure, Renée was a little older, a little less endowed, and\npeople always seemed to prefer blondes over brunettes. But Mr\nThompson was her piggy bank, damn it. She was the one who'd\ngotten him drunk enough at a company party to fuck her in the supply\ncloset six years ago, with a hidden camera in place recording the\nwhole thing.

Ever since then,\nRenée had owned the old man. He was just a nobody, but his wife was\nold money, and he'd have lost everything, including his job, if his\nindiscretion had become public knowledge. In exchange for her\nsilence, Renée received a sizable allowance and free use of him as\nher personal plaything, like she'd been enjoying before the bouncy\nlittle brat had waltzed into the room.

She tried to\nchannel her frustration over Felicia's presence into her game,\nsucking and slurping hard on his dick. She'd teased him four times\nalready today, and he didn't need much urging to grow stiff again. \nShe didn't know whether she'd bite or not when the time came, and\nneither would he. Let him squirm over it, wondering what the blonde\nbitch was about to witness.

“Are you sure\nyou're okay?” Felicia asked, concerned. “You look a little\npale.”

“It's nothing, my dear, nothing,” Mr Thompson\nsaid, his voice a little strained. “Just my back acting up again. \nDon't you worry.”

“Should I get you\nyour medicine?” Renée heard the woman stand. “Your secretary\nhas it in her desk, right? Oh, but I didn't see her when I came\nin...”

“Miss Mallory is\nout to lunch at the moment,” Mr Thompson said. “And don't worry,\nit's, it's just a momentary pang.” He tensed as his climax\napproached, and Renée decided to be generous and let it play out. \nMaybe emptying his balls would help him see Felicia for the conniving\nlittle cunt she really was. “Ahhhhhh, yes,” he sighed, unable to\nhide the relief in his voice as he was allowed to finish, and his\nseed began to spurt into her mouth. “It's passing already.”

Renée eagerly\ngulped down his juice, feeling triumphant. Yes, she controlled both\nhis pain and his pleasure, and she was an expert at both. That\nstupid bitch had probably never even seen a cock, let alone sucked\none. Renée, meanwhile, had spent almost every lunch break of the\nlast six years crouched in this spot, ever since her relationship\nwith Mr Thompson had begun. She liked to think her liquid lunches\nwere half the reason her figure was still so trim and fit as she\napproached her thirties.

“Oh, okay!”\nFelicia chirped, completely clueless of what was going on right in\nfront her. “If you're certain!”

“Yes, my dear. \nNothing to worry about.” Mr Thompson sighed again. “Is there\nanything else on your mind?”

“Well, yes,\nactually...” Felicia's tone was hesitant. “Um... did I do\nsomething to make Miss Mallory angry?”

Renée had been\nbusy licking the spattered cum off of Mr Thompson's soft, sticky\ncock, but she stiffened at Felicia's words. Talking about her behind\nher back, huh? The bitch was finally showing her true colors.

Mr Thompson just\nchuckled again, though it had a nervous edge to it this time. “No,\nmy dear, not at all. Our Renée, she just, uh, she just takes a\nlittle bit of time to warm up to other people. Keep doing your job\nas well as you have, and she'll soften up around you, you'll see.”

“If you say\nso, sir,” Felicia said, sounding doubtful. “Anyway, I... I guess\nI should get back to my desk.”

“As you like,\ndear. I'm always available if something else comes up.”

More footsteps, and\nthen the door closed. Renée immediately reared back, letting Mr\nThompson's cock slip from her mouth, and said “She's a stupid cunt\nand you should fire her.”

He gave her a meek,\nuncertain look. “You... you know I can't just do that, Renée. \nShe's been doing good work and-”

“And what?” ask\nRenée sharply. “And she's got nice fat tits? And she smiles and\nfawns over you like an idiot? Give me a break, Gary. Dump the\ngirl.”

“I, I can't just\nkeep firing everyone you dislike, Renée.”

“No?” she\nasked. “And why's that?” She cupped his balls in her hand. \n“Because you're the one in charge here?” Mr Thompson stiffened\nas she squeezed lightly, letting her nails dig into his wrinkled\nflesh.

“I, I mean I\ncan't!” he gasped. “Please, Renée, HR is still on my\ncase about the last one! Marie was a stellar employee, no\ncomplaints. If I fire another employee so soon without a good reason\nagain, there will be an investigation! Just, just give her three\nmonths, okay? If you still don't like her, I can get rid of her\nthen!”

Renée squeezed a\nlittle harder for a few seconds, enjoying the way he squirmed, then\nrelaxed. “Fine,” she said. “Three months. If she even lasts\nthat long. But for the next three months, whether she stays or\nnot...” She tightened her grip suddenly, making him gasp in pain,\n“these shriveled old balls get no relief. Figure out an excuse for\nyour wife, and think of something to keep your hands busy. If I\nsuspect you've cum without my permission, I will literally tear these\noff and make you eat them. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” he said\nquickly.

“Yes what?”\nshe asked, not easing up.

“Yes, Miss\nMallory!”

“Good,” she\nsaid, finally releasing his balls and standing up. Mr Thompson\nslumped back into his chair, panting. “And don't worry, Gary,”\nshe said sweetly. “I'll still give you plenty of attention down\nthere while you're in the office.” She clacked her teeth, and was\namused to see him cringe. Then she turned on her heels and stalked\nout of his office, sitting back down in her own desk just outside it.\n That would teach the old fool to treat her with a little more\nrespect.

Renée had no\nintention of waiting for months, of course. That bitch Felicia was\nup to something, she just knew it. The way she tried to wrap all the\nmen here around her little finger, acting like she was some sweet and\ninnocent darling. Everyone else might be fooled, but Renée knew\nbetter.

And there was more\nthan one way to get rid of a troublesome cunt.

“Hello, Felicia,”\nRenée said flatly, sidling up to the bitch's desk. “We need to\ntalk.” Felicia looked as insufferably cute as ever, wearing blue\njeans and a fuzzy pink sweater that clung to her busty frame. Her\nblonde hair, cut just above her ears, had a streak of pink in the\nexact same shade going down the front.

“Of course, Miss\nMallory!” Felicia said quickly, putting down her phone. Renée\neyed the device coldly.

“You know that\nbrowsing the internet isn't allowed while in the office, right?”

“It isn't?” the\nblonde asked. “I'm sorry, I didn't know! I see lots of other\npeople on the internet all the time, so I thought-”

“I doubt that,”\nRenée said.

“No, really,”\nFelicia said, craning her neck to look. “Mr Michaels is reading\nsome kind of sports thingy over there, and Mrs Jones is browsing\nEtsy, and-”

“What I\nmeant,” Renée said, talking over her loudly, “is that I\ndoubt you were thinking. Nothing that I've seen from you so far\nsuggests your skull contains anything but empty air.”

“...oh,” said\nFelicia dejectedly.

“And what other\npeople do or don't do is irrelevant. Rules are rules, and you had\nbest obey them. Mr Thompson may be too polite to tell you directly,\nbut you are on thin ice already, girl. Don't give me a reason to\nhave you dismissed.”

Felicia shrank back\nslightly, worried. “Oh, oh no, Miss Mallory. Please, I need this\njob! I'll do better, I promise!”

Renée gave an\nunconvinced grunt. “We'll see. You can start by staying late\ntonight. I have some urgent work for you to do. And since you've\napparently been wasting so much company time playing with your phone,\nit's only appropriate that you begin making that time up\nimmediately.”

“Of course!”\nFelicia said, risking a shy little smile. “You got it, Miss\nMallory! I won't let you down! I'll just let my family know I'll be\nout late...” She reached for her phone again, but Renée snatched\nit away.

“What did I just\ntell you?” she demanded. “You've used this more than enough. \nI'm sure your family will live if you arrive home a few hours late. \nIf they're upset, you can explain to them that it was your own fault\nfor being lazy and slacking off during normal hours.”

“Yes, Miss\nMallory,” Felicia said sadly, watching Renée pocket the phone and\nwalk away.

Renée suppressed a\nsmirk as she returned to her desk and locked Felicia's phone away in\na drawer. The bitch was finally starting to understand who was in\ncharge around here. And this was only the beginning. Renée was\ngoing to make sure Felicia never got in her way again.

She took out her\nown phone and dialed the maintenance office downstairs. She informed\nthe administrator that there was going to be an after hours meeting\nabout some sensitive client information, and that she would\nappreciate it if he asked the cleaning crew to take the night off. \nHe promised to make sure none of his staff came onto the floor.

After that, she\ndouble and triple checked that no one else was scheduled to work late\ntonight before finally letting herself relax. She and Felicia would\nhave the floor all to themselves, and Renée was going to make sure\nit was a very educational night for the blonde bimbo.

“I'm, um, I'm\nready for the special work you wanted,” Felicia squeaked nervously,\nstanding in front of Renée's desk. The office felt very different\nwithout all the people in it. The sun had gone down already, and the\nwindows showed nothing but pitch black. The overhead fluorescent\nlights in the common areas still buzzed over empty chairs and desks,\nthe sound far more noticeable without the usual background noise, but\nthe lights in the offices and meeting rooms had been turned off,\ncreating pools of darkness.

“Good,” Renée\nsaid, trying not to show her own anxiety. “Join me in Mr\nThompson's office, please.” It wasn't fear that she felt, but\ngiddy excitement. This wasn't her first time dealing with a threat\nlike Felicia; there had been that slut Becky in accounting, and that\none annoying redhead. They'd both thought they could challenge her\nauthority here, and they'd learned their mistake the hard way. But\nthere was something special about Felicia. Something about that\ninnocent, smiling face that made Renée want to really dig in her\nclaws and make her suffer.

Felicia followed\nher into the office. Renée pulled Mr Thompson's seat out from\nbehind the desk to join the one in front of it, then sat down and\npointed to the empty chair next to her. “Sit.”

Felicia looked\naround the room. Mr Thompson made a habit of keeping his\nsurroundings tidy, and the oaken desk was bare. “Where is, um, the\nwork you wanted me-”

\n

“Sit.” The\ncommand was icy and final. The blonde gulped and obeyed. The two of\nthem were facing each other now, only inches apart. “We're going\nto talk about your future here, Felicia.”

“Is this, um, is\nthis about you and Mr Thompson?” Felicia asked. “Because I won't\ntell anyone, I promise!”

Renée felt her\nface grow tight. Of course the bitch knew. “I don't know what\nyou're talking about,” she lied. That settled it then. She'd\nalready been determined to make sure Felicia didn't show up to work\ntomorrow, but now she couldn't back down even if she wanted to. She\ncouldn't give the bitch a chance to squeal to HR.

“Right! Right!\nOf course,” Felicia said placatingly, holding up her hands. “I,\nI must have misunderstood something. Forget I said anything.”

Renée stared at\nher for a long, silent minute, until the blonde began to squirm in\nher seat. “Take off your sweater, Felicia.”

“What?”\nthe bitch asked dumbly, as if she hadn't understood.

Renée's response\nwas to lean forward and slap her right across the face. She'd been\nlooking forward to that moment all day, and it felt as good as she'd\nhoped. The blonde's head rocked to the side, and a bright red\nhandprint glowed on her cheek. “Take off your sweater. Now.”

Felicia looked at\nher with naked fear in her eyes, trembling slightly. “I... I\nshould...” She started to rise up from her chair, and Renée\npromptly slapped her again, on the other side of her face this time. \nThe blonde collapsed back into her seat, shuddering.

“You will not get\nup. You will not speak unless spoken to. All you will do, bitch,\nis take off your sweater.”

“Okay,” Felicia\nwhispered, nodding quickly. “Okay. R-right away, Miss Mallory.”\n She gripped the hem of her sweater and brought it up and over her\nhead, revealing smooth flesh and a white bra. She held the sweater\nawkwardly in her hands, fidgeting with it.

“Drop it. And\nthe bra,” Renée said.

Felicia whimpered,\nbut all it took was a raised hand to make her flinch and obey,\nunclasping it from behind her back. She let both pieces of clothing\nfall to the ground, giving Renée a good look at her bare chest for\nthe first time. Her tits were full and firm, with no hint of sag. \nFlawless pink nipples stood at attention, surrounded by perfect,\nunblemished skin. Renée smirked at them. “Am I making you\naroused, Felicia?”

“N-no,” Felicia said, shaking her\nhead. “I'm just... it's cold... may I put my clothes back on,\nplease?” Her voice was small and scared, and it made Renée feel\nwonderful.

“You may not,”\nshe said sharply. “You will stand, and lay face up across Mr\nThompson's desk.” The slaps had cowed the little bitch even more\nthan Renée had expected, because she didn't put up any resistance. \nShe let Renée position her across the front of the desk, her legs\nand upper body both hanging off the ends.

It wasn't until\nRenée opened a drawer and took out the duct tape she'd placed\nearlier that Felicia spoke up. “Oh, please don't do that, Miss\nMallory,” she pleaded. “You, you want me to quit, right? I'll\ndo it! I'll quit right now! You'll never see me again!”

Renée slapped her\nagain. “I told you to be quiet, bitch. Can't even do that right.”\n She slapped her several more times, and the blonde went limp, meekly\nallowing Renée to duct tape her arms to the desk. She did the same\nwith her legs, leaving Felicia spread eagle and helpless on top of\nthe desk.

“I know your\ntype,” she told Felicia as she rummaged in the drawer for the other\nitem she'd hidden there. “Acting innocent and cute, manipulating\neveryone around you. But you didn't fool me. I see you in there,\nlaughing at me.” She found what she was looking for, and pulled\nthe wooden switch out with a flourish. “Who's laughing now?”

Felicia's eyes were\nwide as saucers, and tears were starting to leak, running down her\nforehead as her head hung upside down off the desk. “No no no no,”\nshe whispered. “Please, Miss Mallory, I don't know what you're\ntalking about! I don't, honest!”

Renée wasn't\ninterested in hearing any more of her lies, so she just slammed the\nswitch down across one of those ripe, perfect breasts. It dug into\nthe soft flesh, then rebounded back up, leaving a red line behind. \nFelicia screamed, a full-throated sound of pain that continued as\nRenée struck her breasts a second time, a third, a fourth.

By the time Renée\nstopped, she'd lost count of how many strokes it had been. Enough to\ncover Felicia's entire chest with overlapping red lines, some of them\nturning black and blue. Her arm ached from all the exercise, but it\nwas a good soreness. She let the switch fall, and unbuttoned her\npants, sliding them and her panties down. She stepped out of them,\nthen leaned forward to grab two generous handfuls of tit flesh,\ndigging into them with her nails. Felicia's screams had mostly died\ndown during the beating, but they rose to a new crescendo as her\ntender breasts were crushed and stabbed.

“Lick me, bitch!”\nRenée demanded, resting her crotch on Felicia's upturned face. She\nwasn't a lesbian, but that wasn't the point; the pleasure she\nreceived from seeing her disgusted and horrified expression was more\nthan enough. She humped her groin against Felicia's head, and felt\nthe dirty slut actually obeying, her tongue flicking out against her\nslit. The heady rush of power and domination that elicited sent her\nover the edge, and she ground her pussy against the girl's nose and\nmouth as she came, smearing them with her juices.

When it was over,\nshe straightened up, breathing hard, and let go of the bitch's mauled\ntits. Felicia had started crying at some point, and showed no sign\nof stopping. “You pathetic little cunt,” she said, and spat on\nher face. “You want to cry? I'll give you something to cry\nabout.” She left, leaving Felicia to sob on top of the desk while\nshe visited one of the conference rooms.

“Please let me go\nMiss Mallory...” Felicia whined when she came back. “Please... I\njust wanna go home...”

“You'll leave\nwhen I say so, cunt,” Renée snapped. “Until then, since you've\nbeen so eager to throw yourself at all the men in the office, I\nthought I'd do you a favor and fill those holes of yours myself.” \nShe yanked down Felicia's jeans and underwear, revealing a hairy\npussy and a small wrinkled asshole. To both her delight and disgust,\nthe woman was soaking wet, sticky lines of juice running down her\nthighs. “I knew you were a slut,” she said, and slapped her\nmound with one hand, making Felicia shudder and cry out.

Renée held up the\ndry eraser, let the bitch see what she was about to do. It was a\nhard, rectangular thing, about five inches long and a couple inches\nwide and thick. She smacked down it right in the valley of Felicia's\nbreasts, and then slid it slowly down her body, towards her exposed\ncrotch. “Please,” Felicia begged. “Please, Miss Mallory, I've\nnever... I'm a... a...”

A virgin? Renée\ncould have laughed. This slut was no virgin. And if by some crazy\ntwist of fate she was, well... she shoved the eraser into Felicia's\nslit, ramming it in deep with the palm of her hand and making the\nbound girl howl like a banshee. “Not anymore you're not!” she\nsnarled. The eraser slid in deeper and deeper, Felicia's lubed up\ncunt easily accepting it, until it disappeared behind her pussy lips,\nwhich Renée gave a final smack to.

“I suppose you're\ngonna tell me this ass is virgin too,” she remarked. Felicia gave\nno response, too busy sobbing and wailing over her stuffed cunt. But\nRenée knew how to get her attention. The blonde bimbo's entire body\nwent completely stiff and rigid as she forced the thick dry erase\nmarker into that tiny rosebud, until just the capped end poked out of\nher.

Felicia\nscreamed, louder and longer than any noise she'd made so far. And\nthen it rose an octave as Renée shoved a second marker into her\nviolated asshole, and a third. Her previously tight anal ring was\nnow gaping open, a dark ring around the three crammed in markers. \nRenée gave all three a good smack with the palm of her hand, and the\nbitch bucked like she'd been electrocuted, biting her lip almost hard\nenough to draw blood.

“I should just\nleave you like this,” Renée told her. “Let you think about your\nsins all night.”

“Noooo,”\nFelicia bawled, snot running out her nose to join the tears. She\nlooked pathetic and weak and small, just as she should. “Noooooo! \nIt hurts so bad, Miss Mallory! Don't leave me like this!”

For a moment, Renée\nwas actually tempted to do it. The bitch could certainly use the\nlesson. But come morning, the office would be full of people again. \nShe needed to clean up any evidence, and get home in time early\nenough for at least a few hours of sleep.

Besides, all of\nthis had just been the foreplay. It was time for the real fun.

She took her time\nputting her underwear and pants back on, giving Felicia a few minutes\nto appreciate her situation, and herself the time to savor it. Once\nshe was fully dressed, she approached the sobbing little whore, who\ncringed as Renée loomed over her. “I suppose if I let you go now,\nI'd never see you again, right?” she asked Felicia, putting a hand\non her stomach. “All of your things would already be gone tomorrow\nmorning? All anyone would find is a handwritten note explaining that\nyou were too stupid to handle the workload, and don't want to waste\nMr Thompson's time and goodwill anymore? Does that about sum it up?”

“Yes!” the\nbitch agreed, nodding her head furiously. “That's exactly it! \nI'll leave forever and never bother you again! I swear!”

“Mm hmm,” Renée\nsaid noncommittally, and slid her hand up to wrap lightly around the\nslut's neck. “You think I'm stupid, don't you?”

“No, Miss\nMallory, really, I'd-gaghhhk!” Renée's fingers tightened around\nFelicia's neck, cutting off her begging.

“You're just like\nthe other two,” Renée told her. “They thought I was stupid too.\n Thought they could just say whatever I wanted to hear, and I'd\nbelieve them.” She leaned in close, one hand on the desk, the\nother still clamped around the struggling blonde's neck. “But I\nknow better,” she whispered into Felicia's ear. “I know that\ncockroaches like you don't go away unless they're exterminated.”

The first one,\nBecky, had been completely spontaneous. Renée had just been\nteaching the a girl a lesson by choking her, and the joy of having\nthat little bitch completely at her mercy, of literally holding her\nlife in her hand, had overwhelmed her. Before she'd realized what\nshe was doing, she'd crushed the slut's windpipe. It had felt\nincredible, a rush of power magnitudes greater than any sexual\nexcitement she'd ever felt.

The redhead she'd\nplanned in advance. That time had been more deliberate, more\nrelaxed. There was no frantic rush to cover up the murder like with\nBecky; she'd known where she could dump the body when she was done,\nknew that no one would ask too many questions when the girl\ndisappeared.

Felicia squawked\nsomething unintelligible, her face turning red. Renée began to\ntighten her grip, savoring the moment. Just a few more seconds, and\nthen the bitch would never trouble her ever again...

Renée had been in\nMr Thompson's office so often that the sound of its door creaking\nopen was as familiar as her own heartbeat, and it took her a moment\nto realize its significance. She turned around just in time to see a\nfist coming right at her head, and then everything went black.

Renée's head felt\nfuzzy as she began to wake up, like her brains had been packed in\nwool. She opened her eyes slightly, then quickly shut them again as\nharsh light stabbed at her. The back of her head was pounding.\n What had happened?

There were voices. \n“Aww, come on, Felix, you gotta admit it!” said a familiar one,\nsounding exasperated. Was that Felicia? “This was ridiculous,\neven for you.”

“I'm being\nridiculous?” answered another voice gruffly, unfamiliar and male. \n“First no phone call to let us know you'd be out late, then no\nanswer when I call you, and I'm being ridiculous for going out\nto look for you?”

Felicia huffed. \n“You didn't have to bring a whole army with you, didja? What\nexactly were you expecting to find?”

“We were all\nworried about you,” said a third voice, this one female. “And we\nwere right to, so stop hounding your brother.”

“But\nRosie...”

“Don't you 'but\nRosie' me, girl! If we'd shown up just a little bit later, you\nwould've been dead! And then I would have had to kill myself, so I\ncould go down to Hell and give you a good thrashing!”

Renée couldn't\nfollow heads or tails of the conversation. All she knew was that her\nhead really, really hurt. She risked opening her eyes again, and\ngroaned as the light assaulted her once more.

“Oh, she's\nawake!” said Felicia. “Welcome back, sleepyhead!” Renée\nblinked her eyes, trying to get them to adjust. That was... that was\nthe ceiling of Mr Thompson's office. That meant she was lying on her\nback on the floor? No, on his desk. She tried to quickly sit up and\nimmediately regretted it, as invisible hammers slammed into her skull\nand her vision swam nauseatingly. She laid back down, expecting a\nburst of pain when her head made contact with the hard wood, but\nthere was something soft and warm back there instead, which she\nbelatedly realized had been there the whole time.

“Careful now,\ncareful,” Felicia said gently, appearing at Renée's side. “You\nfell and hit your head on the desk. Took a real nasty bump back\nthere. Don't think it's a concussion, but you should take it easy\nfor the next couple minutes until we're sure.” The blonde had her\nbra back on, but she was otherwise topless. Renée gingerly reached\na hand up to her head, and confirmed that her pillow was the girl's\nsweater.

“What... what\nhappened?” she mumbled, trying to shake off the mental fog. She'd\nbeen in here with Felicia, about to get rid of the bitch for good,\nand then, and the door had opened? “Did you-?” She stopped\nherself, realizing that she'd been about to ask if Felicia had called\nthe police. No sense putting that idea in the bitch's head if it\nwasn't there already. She might still be able to talk her way out of\nthis situation.

She flinched as\nsomeone else suddenly appeared in her field of vision: a young man\nshe'd never seen before, with blonde hair and a goatee. “That's\nwhat I wanna know!” he snapped. “The fuck were you doing\nwith my sister in here?!”

With an effort,\nRenée turned her head to take in the rest of the room. There were\nsix people in here with her: Felicia, the young man, and two more men\nand women. Felicia was the only one she recognized. She swallowed,\ntrying to focus. “I... I was...”

“We were playing,”\nsaid Felicia sharply. “That's all.” She turned to look down at\nRenée, and her tone softened. “Did you have fun playing with me,\nRenée? I tried so hard to be a good victim for you.” Her\nface twisted with fear suddenly, and wetness appeared at the corners\nof her eyes. “Please let me go, Miss Mallory...” she said in a\nscared, pleading voice. “Please... I just wanna go home...” As\nsuddenly as it had appeared, the look of terror on her face vanished.\n She giggled and flicked the tears away with a finger.

“That's just\ngoddamn unnatural,” said the young man.

“Oh?” Felicia\nasked, arching an eyebrow. “I never hear any complaints when\nyou're the one tying me up and fucking me, Felix.” Her\nsmiling expressions stayed in place, but the tenor of her voice\nchanged again. “No, sir, please! Not my ass! You'll kill\nmeee~~~~!”

“That's\ndifferent,” he said defensively. “I'm your brother. You know I\nain't gonna hurt ya. This bitch was about to choke you to\ndeath.”

Her brother? And they were saying that they liked\nto... ugh! Disgusting freaks! Renée groaned again, and\ntried to sit up one more time. Her head protested, but she managed\nto get upright. “I... you are mistaken, young man. I had... no\nsuch intention at any time. Your sister has been lazing about the\noffice every day, getting no work done and distracting everyone\naround her. What you saw was an attempt to scare her a little, for\nher own good. She was never in any real danger.”

It was a flimsy\nlie, but it was a start. They couldn't prove she'd been\ntrying to kill the little brat, not if she stuck to her story. They\ncould get her on assault charges, and she'd almost definitely lose\nher job, but she'd survive. She could probably get away with nothing\nbut a bit of community service, and she had enough money stockpiled\nthanks to fat old Mr Thompson that she could live quite comfortably\nfor a number of years without working if she had to.

“See?” Felicia\nsaid, though she sounded unconvinced. “I was perfectly fine the\nwhole time, thank you very much. You feeling a little better now,\nRenée?” She reached a hand out to touch the brunette's cheek, but\nRenée slapped it away.

“I'm fine,” she growled,\n“and your brother and your, your friends here are trespassing. If\nthey don't leave immediately, I will be forced to call Security and\nhave them escorted from the building.” She did feel better. Her\nhead hadn't stopped pounding yet, but she felt like she was finally\nregaining some control over her situation. Confidence, that was the\nkey here. They only had as much power as she gave them, and she\nwasn't going to lose to that little bitch.

“Oh, we ain't\nleaving anytime soon, cunt,” Felix snarled. “Not until you pay\nfor what you did!”

“Hush now, Felix,\nhush,” Felicia said quickly. “Just give her a minute, alright? \nThe poor thing's still recovering. Now Renée, as long as we've got\nthis chance to talk, I think you deserve to know you were right about\nme.”

“Of course I was\nright,” Renée said automatically, though she didn't really know\nwhat the girl was talking about.

“Not about the\nwhole,” Felicia wiggled her fingers, “conniving girl out to\nmanipulate people thing. I really am this bouncy and cute and\ncheerful all the time, excepting when my brother opens his big fat\nmouth. It's why our mama likes to call me her insufferable little\nball of sunshine. But you were right that there's a bit more\nto me than just a big smile and a can-do attitude. You see, Felix\nand me, we run a kind of business together, and these other folks\nhere are a few of our good friends and coworkers. You'd probably\ncall what we do human trafficking, though it's a little more\ncomplicated than that, and we've been doing real good branching into\nthe entertainment industry lately.”

“We worked out a\nreally impressive business model,” her brother said eagerly, his\nearlier anger seemingly forgotten. “We call ourselves Felix and\nFelicia's-”

The blonde put her\nhand up to stop him. “She don't need the advertising pitch,\nFelix,” she said sharply. “And that ain't our name anyhow, don't\nyou even start with me.” Her brother grumbled and his scowl\nreturned, but he didn't say anything further.

Felicia sighed, and\nthen smiled and then looked the brunette right in the eyes. “Look,\nthe long and short of it, Renée, is that we kidnap, rape, and\ntorture women like you for fun and profit. Usually there's a lot of\nlegwork involved, but you just kinda fell into our laps tonight, and\nwe're gonna make the most of it.

“So what's gonna\nhappen in just a minute, cause it looks like your head's getting\nbetter and we don't gotta worry about you passing out or dying or\nsomething in the middle, is that I'm gonna fuck you, and my brother\nFelix here is gonna fuck you, and my friends Jimmy and Gordon there\nare gonna fuck you, and of course my dear pals Alice and Rosie over\nthere are gonna fuck you.” She pointed to each one of them in turn\nas she spoke. The four strangers smiled and waved when their names\ncame up, while Felix just scowled harder. “We're gonna take\nwhatever we want from you, and we're gonna hurt you while we're at\nit, cause that's half the fun. I expect you're gonna try to fight,\nand that's okay, cause we like it when they fight. And when we're\ndone, we're gonna take you back home with us so we can keep doing it\nover and over until you're so far gone that it's no fun anymore and\nwe sell you off to somebody. You got all that?”

Renée tried to\nkeep a straight face, but she just couldn't help it; she burst out\nlaughing. She'd had a feeling the bitch was going to try and use her\nnumbers to intimidate her, maybe even threaten to hurt her, but this?\n Pretending to be human traffickers? That was the stuff of\naction movies and dramatic television shows, not real life! And when\nit happened, it was done by big, muscly thugs from somewhere like\nSouth America or Eastern Europe, scary guys with scars and tattoos,\nnot some dainty Southern twat who barely came up to her shoulder! \n“That's... that's the most absurd thing I've… I've ever heard...”\nshe said, trying to control herself.

The others joined\nin with her laughter, and for a moment Renée thought they were\nlaughing with her, as amused by Felicia's pathetic lie as she was. \nBut then one of them said “God damn, Felicia, you sure found us a\ndumb one this time!” and they all laughed even harder, and her\namusement vanished in an instant, replaced by cool rage. They\nthought they could laugh at her, just because there was six of them\nand one of her?

She pushed away the\nremaining pain in her head and stood, wobbling only a little. If\nthese idiots had called the police while she'd been unconscious, they\nwould've been here by now. She'd go home, pack some things, and\nspend the night in a motel just in case. It had been a long evening,\nand she didn't want to spend a moment longer with these laughing\nhyenas.

“Aww, don't laugh\nat her,” Felicia admonished, though she wore a wide, bright smile\nthat contrasted with her tone. “She just don't know any better,\nthat's all! Renée's been a big fish in a little pond all this\ntime.” Her teeth gleamed. “Ain't her fault she don't recognize\nsharks!”

Renée stepped\nforward, intending to push her way through them and out the door, but\nFelicia blocked her way. The blonde suddenly seized her hair in both\nhands and pulled Renée's head towards her. Still a little woozy,\nthe brunette didn't react fast enough to prevent Felicia from drawing\nher into a kiss. She tried to squirm away, but Felicia had an iron\ngrip on her hair, and she couldn't stop the woman's tongue from\neagerly exploring the inside of her mouth.

Felicia broke the\nkiss off after about half a minute. “Mmm,” she purred, pulling\nher head back and licking her lips. “I love the taste of fresh\nfuckmeat.” Then she slammed her head forward and headbutted Renée\nright in the nose.

Renée stumbled\nback, dazed and in pain, and smacked into someone behind her, who\nshoved her violently forward, towards Felix. The young man balled up\nhis fist and punched her in the eye. She almost fell backwards from\nthe blow, but again she was caught and pushed, this time towards one\nof the women, who punched her square in the stomach.

She was manhandled\nlike this for several more minutes, shoved this way and that, punched\nand kicked, until she finally lost her balance completely and tumbled\nto the ground. More kicks rained down, targeting her face, buttocks,\nher chest, her stomach, her groin. She tried to curl up into a ball\nto protect herself, but there were too many of them, coming at her\nfrom too many angles.

A hand seized her\nby the hair and hauled her up to her knees. Renée was too stunned\nto resist as someone wedged something round and plastic behind her\nteeth. There was a cock right in front of her, its owner's pants and\nunderwear around his ankles, and there were hands on the back of her\nhead, pushing her forward. She immediately braced her own hands\nagainst the man's legs, holding him away from her. She was so close\nthat his cock was already just inside her mouth, the head rubbing the\ninside of her cheek. She could feel the people behind trying to push\nher farther, force it in deeper, and she resisted with all her\nstrength.

The struggle lasted\nonly a few seconds before someone else grabbed hold of her arms and\nwrenched them behind her back. She felt something thin and hard go\naround her wrists, locking them in place. The hands pushed again,\nand Renée gurgled helplessly as this time the waiting cock went much\nfurther than before, penetrating her throat. She'd never tried\ndeepthroat, never even had a blowjob where she wasn't in complete\ncontrol, and she gagged. She tried desperately to bite down, eager\nto chew this stranger's filthy dick right off, but that damn thing\nthey'd put in her mouth stopped her. The hands on her head pulled\nher back, until the head of the cock was brushing her lips, and then\nslammed her forward again, getting even deeper.

This happened three\nmore times before she lost control of her stomach and vomited,\ngreenish bile bubbling out her mouth to splat onto the carpet. Harsh\nlaughter erupted from all around her. “Disgusting slut!”\nscreeched the woman Felicia had called Rosie. She was a plump, older\nwoman with frizzy red hair. “Puking all over Gordon's cock! You\nfilthy, gross cunt!”

“Aww, she's just\ntrying to do us a favor,” said the hulking, heavyset man called\nJimmy, chuckling. “She knows how much cum we're going to be\npumping into her stomach tonight, so she's making room.”

Hot tears of\nfrustration leaked from Renée's eyes. She hadn't done it because\nshe'd wanted to! They'd forced her! She wasn't disgusting! They\nwere the disgusting ones! “Fug yuuh!” she shouted, her words\ndistorted by the gag and the cock still drilling her mouth.

Everyone laughed\neven harder. “The fuck did the bitch just say?” Jimmy asked. “I\ncan never understand when people talk with their mouths full.”

“Don't worry, I\nspeak a little fuckmeat,” one of the women said, dark haired and\nrail thin. “I'm 90% certain she said 'I'm a little puke slut'.”

More laughter, and\na couple of them made exaggerated sounds of disgust. Rosie snapped\nher fingers. “Felicia, is this the girl you were telling us about,\nthe one that sucks your boss off every day?”

“Yep!” Felicia\naffirmed. “She actually thought it was a secret, the poor thing. \nAs though folks that came in here couldn't see her heels wiggling\nunder the desk. But Mr Thompson's a sweetheart, and no one wants him\nto get in any trouble.” She giggled. “Mrs. Jones likes to call\nher “cum breath” when she's not around, because you can smell it\nplain as day after lunch.”

“See, it all\nmakes sense!” Alice said. “She must've found out about her\nnickname, and decided to change it! She wants to be 'puke breath'\nnow!”

Renée's face\nburned with humiliation. They'd known? They'd all known, and\nlaughed about it behind her back? No! No! “Shuhh uhhhp!” She\nscreamed. “Shuuhh uhhh-- uhhh! Guhhh!! Uhggghh!!” The\nbrunette hadn't realized that the forceful screaming would open her\nthroat, allowing the man raping it to penetrate just a little bit\ndeeper. That set off her already overstimulated gag reflex, which in\nturn resulted in another fresh wave of vomit.

“Hot damn!”\ncrowed Jimmy. “What's the translation on that one, Alice?”

“Oh, that's an\neasy one. 'Thank you for my wonderful new name, masters! Let me\nshow my appreciation by puking some more!'”

Laughter! More\nlaughter! When would they stop laughing at her?! Renée was about\nto scream at them again when the one raping her clutched the back of\nher head, and pulled her towards his crotch. Her nose was buried in\nher pubic hair as she felt his cock pulse inside her throat, sending\njets of cum down into her stomach. Some of it got stuck in her\nthroat instead, making it hard to breathe. When he pulled out, she\ncoughed and choked, spitting up gooey strands of sperm.

Before she'd even\ncaught her breath, someone was picking her up. A pair of hands under\nher thighs hoisted her up into the air, and she found herself being\nheld up by Felicia's brother. She could see now that he was the only\none in the room not smiling or laughing. He was glaring at her, raw\nhate in his eyes. “Nobody's ever called me a ball of sunshine,”\nhe told her gruffly. “And I've broken down a lot of bitches, but\nmost of them didn't try and murder my sister. I'm gonna make you pay\nfor that.”

He slammed her up\nagainst the wall, and she gasped as his cock sank into her. He\nreared back and then slammed her against the wall again, hard enough\nto knock the wind out of her. Each agonizing thrust felt like he was\ntrying to smash right through her. “As far as I'm concerned,”\ngrowled, his face only inches from hers, “you're nothing but a\npunching bag. A disposable punching bag. I'm gonna hurt you\nand fuck you until there ain't a trace of murderous cunt left in\nthere, just a sad whimpering bitch who knows her place. And then I'm\ngonna pound that bitch into little pieces.” As if to prove his\npoint, he punched her hard in the kidneys. She gurgled and sputtered\nat the sudden sharp, nauseating pain.

“You hear that\nsound she just made?” Alice called out. “That's fuckmeat for 'do\nit again'!”

Felix sneered and\nfollowed the woman's suggestion, striking her in the opposite kidney\nthis time. Renée gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the pain, and he\ndidn't let up. Another slam into the wall. Another. Another hit to\nher kidneys. Another slam. Another punch.

A cheer went up\nwhen her body gave in and vomited for a third time in barely as many\nminutes. It was just thin, watery bile this time, mixed with cum. \n“That one, that's fuckmeat for 'I love you, master',” Alice said.\n “Puke Breath's just a sweet little submissive once you get to know\nher.”

Renée's stomach\ntwisted up again as Felix suddenly swung her around in a half circle,\nhis own back now to the wall, but she managed to keep control of it. \n“Felicia!” he barked. “Gimme a hand with this cunt!”

“Why you gotta\ntease me like that, Felix?” the blonde whined sadly, “You know\nI'd love to, but I don't bring that kind of stuff to work!”

“Don't worry,\nhon, I brought an extra,” said Rosie. “You know how I like to be\nprepared.”

“Oh, you're just\nthe sweetest thing alive, Rosie!” exclaimed Felicia. “Ooh, and\nit's one of the large ones too!”

Dazed, nauseous,\nand hurting, Renée was having trouble following their conversation,\nbut she wasn't left in the dark for long, as something cold and hard\npressed against her anus and began to push. She immediately clenched\nher asshole, determined to keep it out. She'd never had anything\nback there, and she was going to keep it that way, damn it! Her\nresistance worked, and the dildo made no progress.

“Aww, you don't\nwant me in your asshole, Renée?” Felicia asked. She stopped trying\nto push her way in, and instead began sliding the length of it up and\ndown the brunette's ass crack. “But feel how long and thick\nRosie's strap-on is. You're gonna love how good it churns up your\nguts! Won't you let me tear up your asshole, Renée? Pretty\nplease?” She embraced her from behind, her hands crossed and on\nRenée's breasts, humping her crotch against the woman's backside. \n“Pretty pretty please? With sugar on top?”

“Fugk yuu,\nbitshh,” Renée spat, her gagged mouth only slightly more\nintelligible when not filled with cock.

“I think that\nwas-” Alice began, but Felicia interrupted.

“Thank you Alice,\nbut I know what that one was. Renée's saying she's just a little\nnervous, and wants some lube. Gordon, would you be a dear and go\nfind the kitchen? There should be a red squeeze bottle in the\nfridge, with a cute little cock on the front. Can't miss it.”

The one who'd just\nraped her mouth, a tall Hispanic man with long black hair, nodded and\njogged away. Renée had no idea what Felicia was talking about in\nthe fridge, but she didn't care to find out either. She tried to\nstruggle away from Felix, but he'd stopped fucking her, leaving a\ngood nine inches of stiff cock buried in her that blocked her efforts\nto slide away. The head of his dick was butting up against her\ncervix, an unfamiliar and profoundly unpleasant feeling.

“It's been so\nlong since we fucked the same girl, Felix,” Felicia said, looking\npast Renée at her brother. “I really missed this. Thank you.”

“You come back to\nwork, you can do this with me every day,” he said stiffly, meeting\nher gaze. “Still don't know why you had to leave in the first\nplace.”

“I told you,\nsometimes a girl gets an itch to work some honest days in her life. \nBesides, we're between seasons right now. You know I'll be back day\none of filming, but it feels good to stretch my legs and try\nsomething different while I've got the opportunity. I really am\ngrateful to that Mr Thompson. I couldn't exactly put 'breaking down\nfeisty cunts' in the skills section of the resumé. I'm so glad he\ntook a chance on me.”

“I... I guess I\nunderstand...” He sighed. “Sorry we all barged in like this.”

“No, it's been\nfun! And, you know, maybe I was in a teeny, tiny little bit\nof distress. I shouldn't have snapped in the first place. I was\njust feeling defensive, like you didn't trust me to be able to get by\nwithout you. But it's nice having you all here. Nothing makes a\ngirl feel warm and loved like cavalry showing up to save the day. So\nthank you for barging in, Felix. You're a good brother, even if you\ngot them tiny brains.”

He snorted. “I\nlove you too, Felicia.”

“Got it!”\nGordon announced, reentering the room. “Sorry it took a minute. I\nthought you meant, you know, the other kind of cock.”

Felicia giggled as\nshe took it from him and undid the cap. “No, silly! That would\ncertainly be an eye catching logo, but I think they'd have a little\ntrouble selling that in the grocery store.”

Renée clenched her\nanus again, but couldn't stop the plastic tip from penetrating her. \nFelicia squeezed the bottle, and some kind of thick liquid began to\nspurt into the brunette. She had a second to feel disgusted at the\nsensation, and then the agony began. \n“AAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaggggghhHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as her guts\nburned. She was on fire! She was on fire!! The bitch must have\npoured gasoline into her asshole!! She continued to scream and\nshriek, her bound hands trying desperately to reach her anal ring so\nshe could pat out the flames.

“I don't think\nshe likes sriracha too much,” observed Gordon.

“Maybe she's just\nsad she didn't get a taste,” said Felicia. “Bottoms up, Renée!”\n She held the bottle up to the brunette's face and squeezed again. \nRenée sputtered and gagged as a steady stream of hot sauce shot into\nher mouth. The blonde didn't stop until she'd emptied the entire\nbottle down Renée's throat, then tossed it aside before embracing\nthe woman again and nestling her strapon against her asshole. Even\nif Renée hadn't been too distracted to keep clenching, her anal ring\nwas now slick with sauce, and gave in after just a few seconds of\npressure.

Renée convulsed as\nthe thick dildo began making slow but steady progress into her guts. \n“Nuohhhhh,” she wailed hoarsely, her mouth and throat on fire now\ntoo. They couldn't do this to her! She was already being raped! \nShe was already sore and nauseous and burning! They couldn't rape\nher ass too! They just couldn't! Someone had to stop them, and tell\nthem it was too much! “Yuhh cahnt!” she tried to tell Felicia. \n“Yuhh cahhnnnnnt! Yuhhh caaaahhhhhnnnnt!!”

“Oh, I can,\nthough,” the blonde whispered sultrily into Renée's ear, as though\nshe understood exactly what the woman was thinking. “I can do\naaaa~nything I want to you, Renée. We all can. Whatever we want,\nwhenever we want. And when we're done with you tonight?” She\nnibbled on the woman's ear. “Then we bring you back home, and this\nbecomes the rest of your life.”

“Nuohhhhh! \nNuohhhhh!”

“Don't worry\nabout it too much, cunt,” Felix said softly, the only one close\nenough to hear his sister's words. “I'll be doing my best to make\nit a short life.” He'd been standing still up to that point,\nletting Felicia do her thing, but after saying that he delivered\nanother gut wrenching kidney punch and began pumping Renée once\nmore.

“You were so\nsmart to suggest the lube, Renée!” Felicia said at a more normal\nvolume, as she started joining her brother in shafting the woman\nbetween them. “It's making it much easier to fuck you! Doesn't it\nfeel so good to have something filling up your backside, rubbing your\nguts like this?” She giggled. “You were such a tease earlier,\nsticking those markers up my butt and just leaving them there! I\nhad to bite my lip to keep from begging you to fuck me with them! \nIt's so hard to play the victim sometimes. But I'm not gonna tease\nyou, Renée. You're gonna get all the rough, hard anal\npounding I can deliver, sweetie.”

Felix and Felicia\nfell into smooth rhythm. They would pull back at the same time, then\nslam into their victim, ramming real and fake cock as deep as they\nwould go. For Felicia, that meant forcing ten thick inches of rubber\ninto the brunette's stinging, burning rectal passage, while Felix\nbanged into Renée's cervix like he was trying to break it open.

Each dual thrust\nwould make Renée jolt like she'd been electrocuted and let out a\nshort, pained yelp. She bounced helplessly between them, unable to\nform much in the way of coherent thought anymore. Everything hurt.\nHer face, her throat, her ass, her sides, her kidneys, her crotch,\nher arms, her legs. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. It\nwasn't fair. It wasn't. She was supposed to be in charge. She was\nsupposed to be the one with all the power.

The siblings'\nsynchronized fucking lasted until Felix came. Renée was clearly out\nof it at that point, her eyes glazed over and a line of drool hanging\nfrom her mouth, so he made sure to get her attention with a final\nkidney punch. Unlike the others, which had been quick jabs, this\ntime he ground in with his knuckles, digging into her soft, tender\nflesh. It wasn't until she retched and threw up for the fourth time\nthat he allowed himself to cum, pulling her down onto his cock to\nget maximum penetration one last time. Renée shuddered as she felt\nhis warm, sticky seed filling her insides.

He pulled out,\nleaving behind a red, gaping slit that dribbled cum down one leg. \nRenée slumped forward, still seated on Felicia's strap-on. Before\nshe could even begin to feel relieved that the rape was over, the\nblonde used both hands to pull her pussy lips painfully wide apart,\nshowing Renée's raw, cum-slick hole off to the others. “Who's my\nnext dance partner?” Felicia called out eagerly.

“I am!” said\nJimmy. “Get her on the desk,” he told Felicia. “I wanna\nreally lay into this bitch.”

“Sure thing!”\nsaid Felicia. She carefully laid face up on the desk, with Renée on\ntop of her. The brunette saw Jimmy looming over her, easily a foot\ntaller and twice her weight, and realized what he was about to do. \n“Nuhhhh!” she insisted, trying to squirm out of the way. \n“Nuhhhhh!!!” It was no good. Jimmy fell on top of them both,\ncrushing Renée between them with his massive body. Their height\ndifference meant that her entire face was buried in his sweaty,\nflabby belly. He humped her as his fat cock sank into her open\npussy, sliding slick, hairy rolls of blubber across her entire body.

“I don't think\nshe likes you very much, Jimmy,” said Rosie, sniggering.

“You think so,\nRosie?” Jimmy asked, as he fucked Renée in large, powerful\nstrokes, smashing himself against her whole body each time. Every\ntime he reared back, Felicia would lift the brunette's ass up and off\nher strap-on until only the head was still in, letting the sudden\nimpact of Jimmy's weight drive the entire length back into her guts. \nThe man was too wide for her to wrap her legs around, so she'd\nsettled for resting her heels on his backside, using them to pull him\nin even closer. “Well, you know, I always gotta be real careful\nabout my weight when I make love. I try to be slow and gentle, make\nsure my partner is having a good time.”

“Mm hmm,” Rosie\nagreed, a wicked smile on her face as she watched Renée's legs dance\nand twist in the air, expressing her raw agony over her rough\ntreatment.. “I know that very well. You're like a warm, cuddly\nteddy bear whenever we're knocking boots.”

“Thank you,\nRosie! That means a lot. My point is, I gotta be careful when I\nmake love, but I ain't making love right now, am I? I'm just fucking\na fleshlight. A stupid, screaming fleshlight with a nice tight cunny\nto use. Don't gotta care about crushing a fleshlight, or suffocating\nit, or going too fast, cause it ain't a person, just a warm hole.”

“Nuhhhhh!!”\nRenée protested, screaming through the blubber. “Uhmm uhh\npuhhhthun! Uhm uh puhhhthunnn!!” Cruel laughter rang out in\nresponse.

“Ah'm a perthon! \nAh'm a perthon!” Jimmy repeated in a mocking falsetto lisp, drawing\nmore laughter. “Not anymore, you stupid bitch,” he said in a\nmore normal tone. “That ended the moment you decided to put your\nhands on my very dear friend. Now you're just... a fleshlight!” \nHe punctuated the last word with a hard belly slap that knocked the\nback of her head against the desk. “And I wanna hear you say it.\nUntil you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you silly! I can go all night\nif I gotta!”

Never, Renée swore\nto herself. This fat piece of shit wasn't going to make her debase\nherself. She was stronger and tougher than any of them, than all of\nthem put together! She braced herself and resisted, determined to\nhold out for as long as it took. Long minutes passed as Jimmy kept\nslamming his weight down onto her, making her feel like she'd been\nhit by a car every time.

He had to finish\nsoon. She just had to endure. But it hurt. It hurt and it hurt and\nit hurt and it hurt and please stop and it hurt and it hurt and it\nhurt and oh god and it hurt and it hurt and make it stop and it hurt\nand it hurt and “Uumm uhh fessshh aiiight! Umm uh fesshh aaightt!!\n Jusssh sshtawp!” she wailed as something broke inside her. Tears\nran down her cheeks as she sobbed like a child.

Everyone in the\nroom laughed. At her submission. At her tears. At her. The sound\nof it rang in her ears, echoing down to her very soul. But Jimmy\nstopped. Oh thank god he stopped. Renée could breathe properly for\nthe first time in what seemed like ages, her body no longer crushed\nbeneath his. She panted, exhausted and humiliated and scared.

“That's right,”\nJimmy said. “You're just a pathetic little fleshlight.” And\nthen he spat in her face. “And fleshlights are meant to be\nfucked.” And he smashed back into her. Everyone laughed harder,\nand Renée sobbed harder, as he pummeled her for several more minutes\nbefore falling onto her one last time, crushing her as his cock\nsquirted a fresh load into her pussy.

“Who's next?”\nFelicia called out, as Jimmy rolled off of the brunette and gave her\npussy a sharp slap that made her yelp before leaving. No one\nanswered.

“Looks like the\nfuckmeat's drained all their cocks for a minute,” Alice observed,\nlooking around at the three men. “Guess that means the ladies get\na turn.” \n

“Finally,”\nsaid Rosie with a mean smile. “Time to make this little bitch\nhurt.”

Renée was not a\nlesbian. Though she'd derived great enjoyment from making Felicia\nlick her earlier in the evening, a time that seemed a lifetime ago by\nnow, it hadn't been due to sexual desire. Her pleasure and resulting\norgasm had come entirely from degrading the bitch and making her\nsubmit to her will, and had nothing to do with her gender. On the\ncontrary, a large part of the thrill had come from her innate belief\nthat a woman pleasuring another woman was a perverse, disgusting act,\nmaking it all the sweeter to force someone else into doing it.

These women didn't\ncare about any of that though.

Renée squirmed on\nthe floor, trying without success to get away from them as they laid\nthere with her, their bodies pressed tight against hers in a dog\npile. They were stroking her with both hands and feet, sliding flesh\nagainst flesh, rubbing their crotches and chests against her skin. \nAlice and Rosie had their mouths latched on her nipples, eagerly\nlicking and sucking at the nubs. Sometimes they'd go wandering\nelsewhere, licking her neck, nibbling her shoulder, kissing her\nstomach, but they'd always come back to her nipples.

Felicia's tongue\nstayed fixed on her clit, teasing the delicate bud in slow, circular\npatterns. Whenever she wasn't running her nails lightly over Renée's\nflesh, raising goosebumps wherever they traveled, her fingers were\nexploring the brunette's pussy and asshole, gently twisting and\npumping.

“Shtop idd!”\nRenée demanded through her gag for the millionth time. The only\nresponse was a giggle from Felicia. This wasn't right! She wasn't a\nlesbian! This wasn't supposed to... to feel so good! Despite all\nher aches and pains, her body was reacting to their touch, heat\nslowly but steadily building in her groin.

She closed her\neyes, trying to block out the sensations, but that just made it\nworse, so she opened them and looked around the office instead,\nhoping to distract herself. Jimmy and Gordon were both watching the\nshow with leers, a hand on their crotches, while Felix just glowered\nat her with hate in his eyes. They'd taken a trip to the vending\nmachine at some point, and were all sipping drinks. Her own throat\nwas still raw and burning, and she stared jealously at their\nbeverages.

Gordon noticed\nthe look and waggled his bottle of water at her. “You want the\nrest of this, bitch?” She nodded without even thinking about it,\nher eyes fixed on the sloshing liquid. “I'll make you a deal then:\nyou agree to drink my piss, and I'll let you chase it down with\nthis.”

Renée gagged at\nthe very idea. “Nohhhh!! Yuuuh... yuuhhr awlll fffilthh!”\nshe snarled. “Fugking perrvertsh!!”

“Fair enough,”\nhe said easily, then sat the bottle down on the desk and walked over\nto the pile. “Excuse me, ladies.” He crouched down by Renée's\nhead, and put a hand on her chin to tilt her face towards him. His\nother hand pointed his cock at her mouth.

She had only a\nsecond to realize his intention, and then the stream of urine shot\nout of his dick and hit the back of her mouth. Renée sputtered and\ntried to turn her head away, but he had a tight grip on her chin, and\nthe gag stopped her from closing her mouth or even just spitting the\ndisgusting liquid out.

When her mouth was\nnearly overflowing with his filth, he stopped. “Bottoms up!” he\nsaid cheerfully, and took his hand off his cock to pinch her nostrils\nshut. Renée fought the urge to swallow, but her only alternative\nwas to drown in his piss, and eventually she gave in and gulped it\ndown. He immediately let go of her nose and pointed his dick at her\nagain.

Renée was forced\nto swallow two more mouthfuls of his piss before he was finally done,\nwiping the tip of his cock with her hair and standing up. “You\nmake a good toilet,” he told her. “I think you'll be my new\nfavorite back at the office.”

“I... I sedd\nnohhhh!” she all but screamed at him. “Yuuuh fuggk!” She\nstared at the water bottle on the desk even more desperately than\nbefore, now that she had the awful taste of him coating her tongue. \nAt least the horrible ordeal was over and done with, and now she\ncould have some water.

“Yeah, I\nknow,” Gordon said, and picked up the bottle. “That's why you're\nnot getting any of this.” He dumped it, still more than half full,\ninto the waste basket by the desk. “Your loss, toilet.”

Renée moaned in\nfrustration, looking helplessly at the waste basket. It wasn't fair.\n It wasn't fair!

“Aww, don't mind\nhim, Renée,” Felicia said, pulling her head back to address her. \n“You'll get used to the taste of pee soon enough, I promise. Why\ndon't you just relax and enjoy your time with us girls?” She\nburied her head back into the brunette's crotch, her tongue finding\nthe woman's clit again.

That was the last\nthing Renée wanted to do, but she could no longer deny the effect\nthe women were having on her. Despite how wretched she felt, her\nbody was responding to the stimulation. Her nipples were red and\nhard as Alice and Rose sucked on them, and there were soft wet sounds\nwhenever Felicia's fingers prodded her slit. These vile, hateful\nbitches were determined to make her cum, and she wasn't going to be\nable to stop them. Feeling humiliated, she let go, and surrendered\nherself to the approaching orgasm.

And then Renée\nscreamed as Felicia bit down on her clitoris, grinding it between her\nteeth. Alice and Rosie were doing the same thing to her nipples,\nchewing at the sensitive flesh like they were working through a tough\npiece of meat. She bucked and twisted as even more agony hit her\nsystem. They'd dug into her sides with their nails, leaving long\nbloody trails. And Felicia's fingers, still buried in her, were\nscratching at her inner walls, tearing up her insides.

She screamed and\nscreamed as all three women viciously tortured her like that for what\nfelt like an eternity. By the time they stopped, she was weeping,\nand all rumblings of an orgasm were completely out of her system. \nShe'd never hurt so badly in her life. Even being anally raped by\nFelicia a little while ago hadn't felt so sharp and severe as this.

Then she felt the\nblonde's tongue return to her clit.

“Nuohhhh!!!”\nRenée shrieked, terrified. “Nuoohhhhhh!!!!! Nohht\naggehhhhhhhnn!!!!” She knew this terrible game, knew it all too\nwell. This was supposed to be hers.

“You're lucky I'm\nnot gonna chew these nipples right off and spit them down your\nthroat,” Rosie growled. “You'd deserve no less for what you\ntried to do to poor Felicia, you evil little bitch. Only reason you\nget to keep them is because I want to keep you fuckable. So quit\nyour whining and take it.”

“I don't see why\nwe can't give her a chance,” Alice purred. “Here, let's\ntry this. You two keep taking good care of her.” She rose up onto\nher knees and straddled Renée's head, her thighs tight around her. \n“You do a good job licking me, fuckmeat, give me a really great\norgasm before they're ready to make you pop, and I'll tell them not\nto bring out the teeth and claws. Sound good?”

Renée's stomach\ntwisted as Alice's pussy settled on her face. The woman was dripping\nwet, some of the liquid drooling down into her mouth, and the smell\nof her filled Renée's nose. If the dark haired woman had asked this\nof her even just five minutes ago, she would have sworn that there\nwas nothing in the entire world that would make her do something as\ndisgusting as eat out another woman. But those last five minutes had\nbeen very educational.

“Oh yes,” Alice\nexulted as she felt the brunette get started. “We've got ourselves\na pussy muncher over here! Take your time with it, fuckmeat, get to\nknow my twat. You're gonna be spending a lot of time in there\nfrom now on. There's nothing I love more than a straight girl's soft\nbusy tongue.”

Renée tried to\nignore her words and just get it over with. At least she tasted\nbetter than Gordon's piss, though not by much. She ran her tongue\nover the woman's folds, reluctantly swallowing her juices in the\nprocess. Before long, she found herself focusing on her task,\nconcentrating her attention on how awful it felt to be servicing\nanother woman. It was the only way she could ignore what Felicia and\nRosie were doing to her.

She knew the game\nby heart from the other side. The next orgasm would come sooner than\nthe first. Even after just a couple minutes, she could feel her body\nresponding again, eager to try and achieve a climax again. Licking\nAlice's pussy was a good distraction, but it wouldn't stop her\nsystem, just buy her a little time.

Rosie began teasing\nthe nipple she wasn't sucking on, caressing it with her fingertips. \n“Gonna pinch this little nip between my nails in just a minute,”\nshe said, her voice slightly muffled by the mouthful of tit meat. \n“Gonna have lots of fun seeing how far I can stretch it out. Look\nforward to it, bitch.”

Desperate, Renée\nredoubled her efforts with Alice's slit, her tongue working\nfrantically to get the woman off. Alice moaned in response and\nclutched Renée's hair. “That's the spirit, fuckmeat,” she said.\n “Get that tongue in nice and deep. I think I still got some\nswimmers from this morning buried in there for you.”

Renée was repulsed\nto realize that the woman was telling the truth: she could taste\nfaint traces of semen inside of her. Her stomach did a flip, and her\ninstincts urged her to stop this filthy thing she was doing and try\nto put this bitch in her place, but she ignored them. There was no\nroom for confidence or dominance inside her head as she obeyed\nAlice's order, scooping out and swallowing old cum. The only thing\nthat would get her through this was submission.

At least her\nefforts were working. Alice clutched Renée harder, and began making\nsoft sounds. “Yes, fuckmeat,” she breathed. “Just like that,\nthat rhythm... yes... yes... yes.... ohhhh, fuck\nyesssssss...” The dark haired woman shivered with delight as the\norgasm washed over her.

Renée's body ached\nto do the same, but she fought it down. She'd done what Alice\nwanted. She just needed to hold back a little bit longer. Just a\nlittle bit...

“What's the word,\nAlice?” Felicia asked. “Looks like it's now or never.”

“Mmmm,” the\nwoman purred, sounding satisfied. “She's gonna be a fantastic\npussy muncher with a little training. She gave me a really good\norgasm, maybe even a great one...” She beamed down at Renée with\na wicked grin. “But not a really great one. Have fun,\ngirls.”

Renée howled as\nteeth and nails found her again.

Some time later,\nRenée was curled up in a corner behind the desk, weeping softly. In\nthe center of the office, the others were chatting brightly with one\nanother, snacking on some junk food, but Renée was far too focused\non her own pain to pick out what they were saying.

She hurt. They'd\nplayed the game with her time after time, everyone mocking her each\ntime she approached her orgasm. Her clit felt like it had been\nshredded with barbed wire, even though it only looked red and swollen\nfrom the outside, and her nipples were no better. How dare they\ntorture her like that? She didn't deserve it!

Renée huddled in\ncloser, trying to make herself small and unnoticed, while she assured\nherself that they hadn't really won. There were six of them\nto one of her, that was all. It didn't make any of them better than\nher. It just meant that even pathetic pieces of trash could be\ndangerous in large numbers. It didn't mean that they'd broken her;\nshe was just biding her time, waiting for the right opportunity.

Someone's boots\nclomped towards her, and Renée nervously looked up. She couldn't\nresist a whimper when she saw Felix's scowling face looking back. He\ncleared his throat, and then warm spittle struck her right breast. \n“Break time's over, bitch,” he said. “Time to find out how\nwell you can suck cock.”

“You better use\nthis,” Rosie warned, holding up the ring gag. “I don't think the\ncunt is quite tame enough yet to trust her mouth.”

“Yeah, I'm\ncounting on it,” Felix said. He crouched low and put his face\nright up to Renée's, grabbing both her ears to keep her still. \n“Listen to me, bitch. When I shove my cock into that cum guzzling,\npuke spurting mouth of yours, you're gonna want to bite me, right?”

Yes. Yes she\nwould. At this very moment, nothing would give Renée more pleasure\nthan chewing this son of a bitch's cock right off. So what if they\nhurt her afterwards? They were going to hurt her anyway. At least\nnow they'd understand who they'd been fucking with. “No, s-sir,”\nshe said, trying to sound scared and defeated. It wasn't difficult.

“Do it,” he\ntold her. “Give it your best shot. Give me an excuse to rip every\nlast tooth out of you with my bare hands and feed it to you.”

Renée stared into\nhis eyes, and what she saw there made her eagerness to get revenge\nwilt. He was completely serious. This wasn't a bluff to scare her\ninto behaving; he really was looking for a chance to torture her.

“Aww, come on\nFelix,” Felicia said, her smile looking just a little nervous. \n“We've all been having good fun, but there's no need to maim the\npoor woman. You know what that does to the selling price. Only the\nreally freaky types want the toothless ones.”

“That's up to her\nnow, “ Felix said. “You know the rule: bitches never get to bite\ntwice. Don't matter if they're meek as lambs before and after. And\nI ain't waiting for this one to work up the nerve with Jerry one\nnight, or poor Keith. We're gonna get this out of the way here and\nnow.” He straightened up, still hold her ears to force her up onto\nher knees. He pulled her head to his crotch and rubbed her face\nagainst his shaft, still slick with cum and her juices. “Just one\nnick,” he told her. “That's all I need from you.”

For a moment, she\nalmost did it. The old Renée wouldn't have even hesitated. But\nshe... she needed to find the right moment, that was all. Renée\nopened her mouth and swallowed up his cock, her tongue beginning to\nlap up the mess on it. She wasn't submitting! They hadn't beaten\nher! She was just being strategic, letting them get complacent until\nthe time came to strike.

Felix glowered and\nslapped her hard across the cheek. “Come on, bitch! Aren't you\ntougher than this? Bite me! I raped your pussy with this just a\nlittle while ago, remember? And it'll be your ass next time. Don't\nyou wanna make me pay? You're not really just gonna kneel there like\nan obedient fucktoy and suck my dick, are you?” He slapped her\nagain. “Come on!”

Felicia sighed. \n“Alright, that's enough, just-”

“No, no, he's right,”\ninsisted Jimmy. “Do it, Renée, so I can skullfuck you when Felix\nis done. This is the only chance you'll ever get to prove that\nyou're more than just a fleshlight. Bite him!”

“Don't you want\nsome justice for all the times we bit you?” Alice cooed in\nher ear. “Come on fuckmeat, you can do it. I'll have such fun\nwith your gummy mouth at night.”

Renée tried not to\nlisten to them. They were just... just teasing her. But the joke\nwas on them. She was going to play nice, and the idiots were going\nto think she was broken. She sucked on Felix, running her sealed\nlips back and forth along his shaft.

“Don't you worry\nabout her, girl,” Rosie told Felicia. “This one ain't about the\nmoney. It's about teaching this bitch a lesson for what she did. \nBesides, stuck up little twat like this won't be able to help\nherself, so we might as well cut to the chase. I just want him to\nyank them one at a time when he does it, nice and slow.”

A hand tousled\nRenée's hair. “Don't let them scare you,” said Gordon. “It\nwon't be so bad. You're gonna be on a mostly liquid diet from now on\nanyway, so it's not like you'll miss them much. Besides, whoever\nheard of a toilet with teeth?”

“Bite!” Alice\nchanted with a grin, pumping her fist. “Bite!”

The other three\nquickly joined her. “Bite!” they all chanted. “Bite! Bite!\nBite!”

Renée squirmed\nunder their attention, her mouth still tight around Felix's dick. \nThey were right, she might as well just do it, shouldn't she? They\nwere all laughing at her because they thought she wouldn't. They\nthought they'd broken her spirit. But she could prove them all wrong\nin an instant. She could prove it right now. She just had to... had\nto... her breath quickened as she imagined how it would feel\nafterwards. She could almost feel his callused fingers reaching into\nher mouth, choosing where to start. There would be blood and pain\nand then he'd do it again, and again, and again... but what choice\ndid she have?

“Bite! Bite! \nBite! Bite!”

She had to make\nthem pay for what they'd done, didn't she? She had to show that she\nwas stronger than them, right? She had to... she couldn't just break\nhere, couldn't be a meek little slut who sucked their cocks and\nswallowed their loads, could she? She was tough and strong, and\nshe'd never give up so easily, never be beaten by a pack of animals\nlike them... right? Right... right... she was going to do it. She\nwas going to show them that they'd underestimated her. She just had\nto bite down. It would only take a second. There would be pain\nafter, god so much pain, but she could endure that, she could endure\nanything... just one little bite. Just... she had to... she had\nto...

“Bite! Bite! \nBite! Bite!”

The dam broke.

Renée began to sob\nbrokenly, Felix's cock slipping from out between her quivering lips. \n“Please don't take my teeth,” she whimpered. “Please! I'll be\na good fucktoy, I promise! I'll never bite! Never ever!” They\nall started to laugh at her again, such a familiar sound by now. \nRedfaced, Renée tried to smile up at them through the tears. \nLaughter was good, she saw that now. She was amusing them, and that,\nthat meant maybe they wouldn't need to hurt her.

“Fucking\ncrybaby,” Felix grumbled, as he pushed his cock back into her\nmouth. She latched onto it, slurping and sucking like she'd never\ndone before, even when enjoying Mr Thompson. She wouldn't give them\nan excuse to hurt her, no no no. She'd be a good cocksucker.

It didn't take\nRenée long to earn her owner's cum. Felix's first few spurts hit\nthe back of her mouth, and then he pulled out to spray the rest of\nhis load across her face. Some of it got in her eyes, and she\nblinked furiously, but that didn't stop her from smiling at him as\nshe swallowed what he'd given her. “Thank you!,” she said\nquickly. “Thank you thank you!”

Felix didn't look\nat all pleased with her performance. “Weak little bitch,” he\nmuttered, and spat on her again, this time onto her forehead. \n“Couldn't even hold on for five more fucking minutes, could you?”

“There there,”\nsaid Gordon, patting him on the back. “Maybe she'll find some\ncourage with me, eh?” But she didn't, not even when he pushed into\nher throat again. Renée was a well behaved cocksucker the entire\ntime, from the moment his dick first brushed her lips, to when he\ndeposited his hot load into her belly. Jimmy received the same\nstellar treatment, the brunette not offering a single complaint as\nher face was squashed against his sweaty crotch, his fat girth\nresting on her head.

She hoped that that\nwould mean the end of the night, now that all the men had finished\ntwice, but that turned out to be foolish. The women all donned their\nstrap-ons, and Alice and Rosie began to explore Renée's holes for\nthemselves. Before long, the men were ready for a third round, and\nall six of them used their new toy.

Felix used her ass\nnext, as promised. He'd put on a condom at first to avoid the\nsriracha, but Felicia had produced a bottle of milk from the vending\nmachine, and Renée had obediently bent down and stuck her ass out to\nlet the woman pour it into her bowels. The relief from the hot sauce\nwas more than welcome, but Felix did his best to make her guts burn\nagain, pounding them roughly with his thick cock before hosing her\ndown with his third load. While this was going on, Renée was\nbouncing on Rosie's strap-on as the woman relaxed beneath her, and\nher mouth was hard at work between Felicia's legs.

So it went. It\nfelt like she took them in every possible combination by the end of\nthe night. Every cock in the room, real and plastic, had enjoyed all\nof her holes at least once. When they were all done, she lay\nsprawled on the floor, her body plastered with their cum and her face\nsoaked with pussy juice. The valley between her breasts felt\nabsolutely raw from all the titfucking, and her clit was throbbing\nwith pain... and more. She hadn't often found herself aroused that\nnight, but every time she did, they shut her down again. By now,\nRenée ached with the need to orgasm.

As if in answer,\nshe felt a tongue slide up her slit, and looked down to see Felicia\nthere again. “No, please,” Renée begged. “Please Felicia...\nhave mercy...”

Felicia didn't\nstop, but neither did she bite, and Renée found herself shuddering\nin the throes of climax, her exhausted limbs twitching weakly. When\nit passed, Felicia was crouched over her, her face just inches away,\nsmiling and licking her lips. “I can give you pain,” the blonde\npurred, “and I can give you pleasure. It's entirely up to me which\nyou experience. Do you understand, pet?”

“Y-yes,” Renée\nsaid, staring into the girl's eyes.

“Yesssss?”\nFelicia asked, drawing out the word, and Renée realized what she\nwanted.

“Yes...\nMistress.”

“Good girl.” \nFelicia brought her face down, and Renée meekly met her tongue with\nher own, exchanging a long and sloppy kiss with her owner. “We're\ngonna have so much fun with you back home.”

The blonde stood\nand gave her brother room to pick Renée up, slinging the woman over\none shoulder as if she weighed nothing. He looked over at his\nsister. “I'll set her up in one of the spare rooms tonight, and\ntomorrow I'll send a crew to clean out her apartment. You good\nhere?”

“Yeah,” Felicia\nsaid, looking at the others, who were busy cleaning up. “We've\nalmost got it all back to normal. I'll come back home when I'm done\njust to get a couple hours of...” She checked her phone, recently\nretrieved from Renée's desk. “A couple minutes of sleep,” she\ncorrected, “and then change into some fresher clothes.”

\n

She slapped Renée's\nass playfully as Felix began carrying her out of the room. “There's\na lot of people waiting to meet you, pet,” she called. “I don't\nthink you'll be getting much sleep for a while yet either. Have\nfun!”

Renée hung limply\nas Felix carried her through the rest of the office, into one of the\nelevators, and down to the basement parking garage. He opened the\ntrunk of an unfamiliar car and dumped her inside, not being\nparticularly gentle about it.

“It'll always be\npain from me, bitch,” he told her, just before he closed the trunk.\n “Until there's nothing left.”

The brunette laid\nstill in the warm, cramped darkness as the car started up and began\nmoving, taking her to her new home. Next time she would try to suck\nhis cock even better, she decided, and then maybe he wouldn't want to\nhurt her so badly. It wasn't much of a plan, but for broken, beaten\nRenée, it was all she had left.

Felicia yawned and\nstretched, blinking tears from her eyes. She was exhausted. \nShe'd been able to power through the first few hours of the day, but\nnow it was after lunch, and she wanted nothing more than to put her\nhead down and take a nap. She stared at her computer, willing\nherself to focus and get back to work, but it was all she could do\njust to keep her eyes open.

Thankfully, no one\nseemed to have noticed the state she was in. The whole office was\nabuzz about Miss Mallory's sudden and unexplained departure. The\nfirst people to come in that morning had found her desk cleaned out\nand a small handwritten note on it that just said she was “pursuing\nother opportunities”. There were a dozen different rumors about\nwhy she'd left, but a single common thread: every last person in the\noffice was celebrating it. Felicia had expected Mr Thompson at least\nto be sad about losing his secretary, not to mention frequent cock\nswallower, of many years, but the old man seemed more cheerful than\nanyone about her absence. Well, relationships were complicated, and\nshe wasn't one to pry.

Her phone buzzed\nand she glanced at it discreetly. Felix had sent her a video from\nsomeone's phone, time stamped a few hours ago. The opening image\nshowed him holding Renée up in the air by her legs, his cock deep in\nher snatch. Her upper body was face down in a tub of ice water,\nGordon's hand in her hair. When Felicia hit play, careful to mute\nher phone first, Renée began to thrash and struggle, her legs\ndancing in midair. The tub water churned and roiled as she fought to\nget her head above the surface, but Gordon wasn't having it.

Her brother fucked\nRenée's squirming body for about a minute before the brunette went\nlimp and still. Felix immediately stopped, and Gordon hauled her head\nup. Water poured down her body, her mouth slack and her eyes\nhalf-open and sightless. She remained unresponsive like that for a\ncouple of seconds, then her eyes snapped open and she gasped, choking\nand coughing out water. Before she could draw a second breath, her\nhead was submerged again, and Felix resumed pounding her. Felicia\ncould see at least six of the crew behind him, all waiting their own\nturn to fuck Renée as she drowned.

Almost immediately\na second video arrived, dated an hour after the first. Renée stood\nbent over with her legs spread, holding her ass cheeks wide apart to\nreveal a thick soda can wedged about halfway into her rectum. She\nwas surrounded by several of the women, and as Felicia watched, Alice\nsmacked her right between the cheeks with a wooden paddle, burying\nthe can another millimeter in. The brunette jumped and twitched at\nthe impact, and forgot to keep her hands in place, which earned her a\nsharp kick to her spread cunt from one of the other women. She\nquickly put her hands back on her cheeks, spreading them open for the\nnext blow.

Felicia couldn't\nsee Renée's expression in this one because her head was buried in\nFelix's crotch as he sat on the couch in front of her, his knees\ntight around her neck. One hand held her nostrils pinched shut while\nthe other was tangled in her sweaty hair, grinding her face against\nhim. Felicia looked closely, and made out traces of cock slime and\nvomit dribbling from her stuffed mouth.

She put her phone\ndown, fidgeting. Her brother was such a jerk. She didn't\nhave time for this right now. She had to... her phone buzzed again,\nand she snatched it. This one was dated mere seconds ago. Renée\nwas sitting in Felix's lap, legs flexing as she bounced up and down\non his cock in her ass. On either side of her stood two men with her\ndicks out. One of them grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his\ncrotch, and she promptly began nuzzling and licking him. A few\nmoments later, the other one grabbed her hair and pulled over his way\nto receive the same treatment.

They passed her\nback and forth like that several more times until Felix himself\npointed her head forward, directly at the camera. Renée's dull,\nhalf dead eyes moved from side to side as she read something, then\nshe nodded. She reached down to pinch her pussy lips and spread them\nwide apart, showing the camera a thoroughly fucked cunt with great\ngobs of cum still oozing out. She spoke, and though the phone was\nstill muted, Felicia had no trouble reading her lips: “Wish you\nwere here”.

The blonde sighed.

“Something the\nmatter, my dear?” Mr Thompson asked.

Felicia jumped in\nsurprise, almost falling out of her chair, and quickly tilted her\nphone away from him. She'd been so absorbed by the video, she'd\ncompletely missed his approach. Luckily, Mr Thompson didn't seem to\nhave noticed anything unusual, so she relaxed and smiled up at him. \n“Oh, no, it's, uh, it's just my brother, sir. We brought home a\nnew doggy last night, and he knows I'm stuck at work and can't play\nwith her, so he's teasing me.”

Mr Thompson rubbed his chin. \n“Ah yes. I know how brothers can be. I take it you're very fond\nof the girl?”

\n

She nodded eagerly.\n “She's a bit older than the dogs we usually get, so I don't think\nshe'll be around for more than a couple years, but she's soooo cute,\nand I've got all sorts of tricks I want to teach her and...” She\nsquirmed in frustration. “Sorry, sir. I'll put the phone away and\nget back to work.”

Mr Thompson cleared\nhis throat and looked around the room. “Well... it doesn't look\nlike anyone's going to be getting much work done today. If you'd\nlike to step out for the afternoon, I'm sure we'll be able to\nmanage.”

“Really?” she\nasked excitedly, hardly daring to believe her luck.

He nodded, smiling.\n “Of course, my dear, of course. Go enjoy your new pet, please.”\n He gave her a confidential wink. “Can't let your brother have all\nthe fun, right?”

“Mmm hmm!” she\nagreed, already gathering up her things.

“And Felicia?”

“Uh huh?”

“You'll give that\nbitch of yours my regards, right?” he asked. His voice was even\nand pleasant, but something wild sparkled in his eyes.

Felicia met his\ngaze, and for a long moment the two just looked at each other,\nneither one speaking. Then her smile widened and she nodded. \n“Absolutely, Mr Thompson. In fact, if you'd ever like to\nplay with her yourself, I'm sure we could arrange something.”

“Yes,\nI think I'd like that very much,” he said. He rapped his knuckles\nlightly against her desk and strode away. Felicia giggled, and all\nbut skipped out of the office.

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