Grace's Hard Lessons
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by Dark Avenger
This is the continuation of a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex
where attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are under-aged or find such
themes offensive, go no further. The usual disclaimers apply. Please send
comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
The story so far: Grace tries to resist her moral perversion under Royston's manipulations, but
finds herself having to give sexual favors to another male co-worker who has also found out about
her secret. While unwilling, her subconscious mind is beginning to accept her sexual degradation
and submission with arousal.
Chapter Seven (MF, humiliation, forced exhib/vibrator)
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It was Monday morning, and Grace was in her room at the hotel which Royston had put her up in.
Same as what happened last week, the clothes she would wear for the day were delivered by the
same bellboy at the same time to her room.
The day before, she was in Nakamori's photo studio again. Nakamori had praised her for the
excellent bikini series of pictures that was taken of her, and gave her a post-dated ten thousand
dollar check. Grace was relieved that she indeed would be paid like Royston said she would - she
needed the money to pay back the amount she had stolen. But Nakamori also told her that to cash
in the check, she had to continue modeling for him; after the swimsuit series, it was the lingerie
series, which was the shoot she had to do that day.
Grace whinged, thinking about the seductive, see-through, and many times, saucy lingerie that
she had posed in the day before. But at least she had the ten thousand dollar check with her. She
encouraged herself that in a month's time she would be done repaying the debts of her sin and
leave behind these nightmarish memories !
She was surprised when the bellboy handed her an envelope together with the bag of clothes and
shoes. The instructions in the note in the envelope told her that there was a choice that day on
what to wear, but that the choice was not hers. She was to model both sets of clothes, and ask the
bellboy to decide for her !
For the top: A white button-up shirt (to be worn with top two buttons undone) with a black, sheer
demi-cup bra, OR a figure-hugging, lace-up top with a jacket and lacy pink push-up bra.
For the bottom: A long, black side-slit skirt (the slit would go to her mid-thigh) with black, side-tie
thongs, OR a beige mini-skirt that was a size too small, with beige thong panties made of very thin
material.
Grace swallowed her pride as she was forced to model the clothes in front of the bellboy, who was
obviously delighted to take his pick. To complete her humiliation, there was a pair of four-inch
high heels which had a small graphic imprinted on the bottom of the shoe between the instep and
heel. It was a cartoon of a woman being taken from behind by a man. The note told her that she
was to wear these "fuck-me shoes".
A couple of hours later, it was with much trepidation that Grace entered the board room of her
company, wearing the white button-up shirt with the black, demi-cup bra with two of the top
buttons undone, and the extremely short and tight mini-skirt.
In the board room, there were eight men and two women, mostly middle level to senior executives.
Her boss Mr Shih, and Royston's boss Mr Ko were also there. Grace hoped that George would not
be there. No such luck, there he was sitting at the far end. She hoped that he would not notice anything, as
she thought about the vibrator firmly ensconced between her panties, and her clit.
George smiled, when he saw her enter. She looked strikingly sexy as usual. Royston beckoned her
over, and asked her to sit down in front of the room, next to him. He had started the presentation,
judging by the slide show already showing on the huge screen in the conference room.
As Grace sat down, she was aware that the seat he wanted her sitting in was quite low, and that it
was difficult for her to sit down while wearing such a short skirt, without revealing her crotch to
the other people in the room that she was facing. Indeed, she was quite sure that all the male
executives' eyes were looking at her legs, the entire time that Royston was speaking. Particularly
she felt a little creepy how Mr Ko was looking at her. Mr Ko had a reputation of changing
secretaries frequently, young secretaries who dressed sexily. It was with mixed relief when it was
her turn to standup.
As she started talking, the vibrator in her thongs suddenly turned on. "Uhhh.." she cried out softly,
as she stumbled half a step forward, her right hand holding on the backrest of one of the armchairs
for support.
"Are you alright Grace?" Royston feigned concern.
Grace pictured herself strangling him with her bare hands, right then and there, as she knew that
he must have secretly turned on the vibrator with his remote control. George, with an eye for
detail as always, was staring at the chain around her ankle, now sporting three beads, instead of
two, like the other day.
"Err.. yes.. I'm alright." she replied, as she steadied herself. She tried to prevent her hands from
going to her crotch, as the maddening intensity of vibrations assaulted her pussy.
Earlier that morning, Royston called her to board room. They were alone, as it was still an hour
away from the meeting. She knew that he had wanted her to be doing the presentation with him,
but only suspected that he did for kicks so that he could be seen ordering her around in front of
other colleagues and department heads, and to embarrass her by having her parade her body in
the sexy clothes he had her put on. Little did she know that he had more diabolical plans for
humiliating her. When he produced the vibrator, she had flatly refused.
She have had a vibrator buried in her cunt as she walked about the office the previous week, and
had it wreaking havoc on her cunt as she sat in her cubicle till she finally climaxed. But this was
different - to be in the board room in front of her bosses and colleagues with a vibrator buzzing in
her pussy was totally out of the question ! What if they found out?? She would be ruined.
"You sick bastard.." Grace had told Royston, almost spitting out her words.
"I kind of expected this response, " Royston smiled confidently as he half-sat on the conference
table with one leg on the ground, "that's why I prepared this little clip to show before we started
the presentation."
He pressed a button on the remote in his hand.
"That's a good girl now.." a familiar voice played on the audio system. The image on the big
screen came into focus. Grace saw herself on the screen, practically naked, getting on her hands
and knees. "Let's take a short walk
shall we my little canine pet," the male voice continued, tugging on the leash attached to the black
leather collar around her neck. The docile girl in the video clip was topless, and only wearing the
tiniest bikini bottom
that showed off more than three-quarters of her ass. This was captured in different angles by four
hidden video cameras in the studio where she had the photo shoot!
Grace paled, staring at the screen. She could imagine everyone in the board room laughing.
Laughing at her. Grace had already seen the photographs that were taken without her consent in
Nakamori's studio that day - photos of her in the collar and leash, of her on all fours. But this was
worse - to see a moving and living image of herself, crawling on the floor, clambering down from
the sofa on all fours, like an obedient... bitch.
Grace's reverie was interrupted by Royston saying to her, "Let's get the presentation going now
shall we?"
Grace looked at all the faces looking at her, as the vibrator buzzed very slightly in her pussy,
creating a growing sensation of heat near her clit. She could not bear to have everyone in the room
seeing that video clip of her behaving like a dog, crawling on all fours on the floor. Before the meeting,
she had acceded to Royston's demands, and let him insert the vibrator, something which he called "the butterfly"
under her thong panties, over her clit. The vibrator was designed to stay in position right over the
woman's most sensitive part, and elicit the strongest orgasms.
For ten minutes, Grace presented the slides, trying hard to concentrate as the vibrations in her
pussy grew in intensity gradually. Royston must be slowly increasing the speed through his
remote control. She could feel her
thong panties getting soaked from her juices. Very soon, her juices would run down her leg.
She saw the strange expressions on the audience's faces, as they wondered why she was talking so
slowly and frequently drawling, even making strange noises on a couple of occasions.
"Rev..venues ... are expec...ted to ..to .. go...- Uhh up... next year..." she said, as she fought to retain her
composure. She must not have an orgasm while presenting in front of her bosses !
George was looking slightly amused. Royston just pretended not to notice anything, but he had
his hands in his pockets.
"Ok, thank you Grace." Royston said, as she presented the last slide.
The vibrator also stopped, thankfully. Her face was a little flushed from the exertion of a near
orgasm.
Royston stood up, and reached for a stack of folders. "Now we'll give each of you a folder with the
information that we just presented. Look through it now, and let me know if you have any
questions. If not, we'll meet again next week. Thank you. Oops!"
A couple of folders slipped from Royston's hands, and fell to the floor. Several papers inside fell
out messily onto the floor. "Would you mind helping me pick that up Grace, while I try to finish
up here."
Grace flushed slightly, as she bent over from the waist to try to pick up the papers from the floor.
She knew that Mr. Ko, who was sitting directly opposite her, would have a glance of her bra, as
she leaned forward. As she picked up the other papers, she surreptitiously turned around, so that
she wouldn't be letting him look directly down her blouse.
"There's one in the corner, over there under the table Grace." Royston pointed out, as he pretended
to be busy talking to one of the female executives. Royston had already planted the piece of paper
under the furthest corner of the conference table before the meeting, but Grace did not know this.
Grace realized that she had no choice but to get down onto her knees to reach for the annoying
document. As she got on her knees, she also realized too late, that her skirt was much too short for
her to do this decently. All the male executives in the room were now watching the pretty young
executive in the very short skirt, with extreme interest, as she reached under the table to retrieve
the errant document. Her skirt rode up her thigh, as she leaned
forward, and still she couldn't reach the paper. Red-faced, she leaned forward further, putting her
elbow out to support her upper body, as she reached for the paper. She knew at this point, that
everyone behind her could see up her ultra short skirt, and were staring at her bare bum. She also
regretted that the thong that was chosen for her, covered her pubic area, but exposed all of her
buttocks. Mr. Ko was probably having a heart attack watching her on her knees, exposing her bare
butt to him. Grace's face turned beet red, but she was glad that nobody could see her face from
where she was.
Indeed, all of the men were staring hard at her bum, trying to hide their hard-ons. Mr. Ko thought
that he saw her pubic hair peeking out from the side of the tiny piece of garment covering her
pussy lips, and mentally tried to save this image in his head, for a jerk-off session later.
A few of the men sitting closer could actually discern that her thong had an obvious wet spot.
Grace stood up with the document and adjusted her skirt. Handing it over to Royston in a hurry,
she left the room quickly. The men wondered if it was her pussy's scent which lingered in the air.
George smiled, for he knew that it most definitely was her aroma.
"Grace." someone called her from behind.
Grace turned around in the corridor, and saw the head of her department calling her.
"Yes Mr Shih?"
"Please come to see me in my office."
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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by Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
The story so far: Grace, a young rising executive, makes a mistake of stealing
from her company. When her secret is discovered by a jealous male colleague,
she is made to learn some very hard lessons. Made to do humiliating things
in the office and give out blowjobs to keep her secret safe, she finds instead
that more people are finding out about her secret.
Chapter Eight (MF, rape)
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"Can I just quickly excuse myself to go to the ladies please?" Grace asked nervously.
It was not a good time for the young executive, as she has just come out from a presentation to an
audience of more than ten people including her boss, and she had nearly climaxed during the
presentation. This was thanks to the effects of the special head of the vibrator attached under her
thong panties, sending hundreds of little tremors over her clit as she spoke. To top it off, that
scheming Royston had obviously planned to humiliate her by dropping his documents on the
floor and under the table after the presentation, and making her pick up the papers in her very
short skirt. To reach the ones under the table, she had no choice but to get on her knees, and
inadvertently flash her panties.
And so, when Mr Shih, her boss asked her to see him in his office right after the presentation, she
wondered for a split second if she had gotten into trouble for her slutty attire. A split second later,
this was replaced by a much more urgent thought, when she remembered that Royston's vibrator
could still turn on anytime, and this would be extremely tricky if it happened while in her boss's
office. She had to go quickly to the restroom to extract the device!
"Yes, but don't take too long Grace, I have something important to talk to you about." Mr Shih
replied, walking toward the direction of his office. While Mr Shih was a strict supervisor, he was a
fair one; Grace respected him very much, and wondered what he would think if he knew at the
moment that his employee had a vibrator in her pussy as she talked with him.
Grace swiftly went into the ladies and stepped into an empty cubicle. Closing the door, she
quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. It was then she realized that she had
made quite an obvious wet spot on her thong panties, spreading all the way from her crotch to
half of the panel up her butt. She was trying so hard to focus during the presentation that she did
not realize how much juices she had secreted. And because she had been so worried not to orgasm
in front of the audience, and relieved that she managed not to, she had also not paid any attention
to the wet feeling that the garment had against her skin.
She felt her face burn in shame as she extracted the "butterfly" vibrator from her pussy, and some
strands of her secretions clung onto it. Dropping it into her purse, Grace came out of the cubicle,
straightened her shirt, glanced at herself in the mirror, washed her hands, and left the ladies
restroom.
Mr Shih was standing in his office facing the window when she came in. As she entered at his
invitation, he turned around, a strange look on his face. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Grace, you are wearing very sexy clothes - not to mention you were presenting to a conference
room full of people earlier. I'm told you wear clothes like this, to work everyday now?"
Grace did not know what her boss already knew or what to say. She struggled to find a suitable
response but did not find one. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with two of the top
buttons undone, and an ultra-short mini-skirt. Underneath the shirt was a black demi-cup bra
which was quite obvious under the thin white material, while beneath the mini-skirt was a pair of
thong panties. This was what Royston had made her wear to work. The top was quite daring, but
it must surely be the mini-skirt that went too far, especially after the ruckus in the conference
room where she had to retrieve some papers that Royston dropped on the floor - with her skirt
already so tight, it had rode up even further on her thighs when she bent down. The fact that she
was standing in front of her boss now - and he was as old as her father - wearing such clothes
made her especially embarrassed.
"Mr Shih, please let me explain... I - I'm wearing these clothes because - because... " Grace
thought about lying but decided she better not, "- because Royston told me to."
"Royston told you to wear these clothes?"
"Yes.."
"And you listen to him?"
"Yes," she replied sheepishly.
"Any reason why?"
Grace shook her head, not knowing what to say. Did Royston keep her secret safe? She did not
want more people finding out that she had stolen money from the company.
"It's - it's to teach me a lesson... " she admitted.
"For what?" Mr Shih probed.
"For doing something I shouldn't have," said Grace.
Mr Shih did not speak for a moment. Then he sighed. "What you committed was a very serious
offence, both under company policy, and under the law," said Mr Shih. Grace's heart sank when
she heard that. So Mr Shih knew!
"Royston told me everything," he continued in a low tone of voice. Grace felt her world breaking
into pieces. She would surely be fired! And sent to jail!
"I'm really really sorry Mr Shih. I would never do it again. And I promise I will pay back the
company as soon as I can!" Grace said with great anxiety.
"How much money was it?"
Grace did not dare to look at her boss in the eye as she replied, "A hundred and eighty thousand,
Mr Shih."
"That's not a small amount," he remarked in a grave tone. "How much have you paid back?" Mr
Shih asked.
"I've paid back - um, ten thousand. Royston's got an assignment for me which pays another
twenty thousand in the next few weeks. And I've got a personal loan from him for a hundred
thousand."
"That's a hundred and thirty. What about the remaining fifty?"
"I... I haven't figured that out yet..." she confessed.
"I've always thought you were a good worker Grace... you disappointed me."
"I'm so sorry sir...I truly am.. If I - "
"I'm also sorry Grace that I have to do this, " Mr Shih cut off her in mid-sentence. "I do want to
help you Grace.."
She felt goose pimples on her skin as Mr Shih's gaze moved down to her bare legs, stopping at the
anklet. "But it won't be easy for you," he finished his sentence.
"Come and stand over here," he added.
Grace walked up to the man in his late-forties, confused. He was shorter than she was when she
was wearing heels. As she looked into his eyes, a lump formed in her throat.
"Turn around and put your hands on the table," he said.
She started to shake her head, but found herself unable to say the word, "No".
"Turn around," Shih repeated.
Grace slowly turned her body away from the man, facing the table, and put her hands on it.
She flinched as she felt his hands lift her mini-skirt up. "Please Mr Shih..." she pleaded softly, her
heart pounding.
"Shhh.... " he replied. His foot shoved her ankles apart. And then his hands touched her exposed
inner thighs. First it was just gentle probing. Then it was a more deliberate caress. Then it was a
kneading motion that gradually crept up all the way till she felt his hand cupping her crotch. She
fought back the urge to scream and told herself that it would be over in a second.
His fingers easily displaced the thin cloth of the thong covering her tight young pussy, and she felt
his finger contact her wet slit. Grace let out a scream but Mr Shih quickly placed his hand over her
mouth and said to her ear, "Keep quiet!" Her pussy was still wet from the vibrator which nearly
made her orgasm during the presentation in the conference room earlier, and this shamed and
humiliated Grace that Mr Shih would find her in this state. Mr Shih would find this slut's cunt
wet!
Shih gasped as his middle finger slipped past the young woman's slit and felt the hotness inside of
her cunt. Grace let out another involuntary cry, stifled by Shih's hand, as she felt his finger wiggle
inside of her pussy. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, and then the sound of a zipper.
"No...mmmmph..." she cried out but Shih's strong hand covered her mouth.
Now two or three of his fingers, were rubbing her pussy lips again, but much more forcefully.
Grace's body shuddered uncontrollably as he massaged the entrance of her vagina with his hand.
Shih felt the warm, trembling body of the young woman whom he had pinned down, and enjoyed
her feminine scent. "Ahh.. Grace... you were such a favorite of mine," said Mr Shih from behind
her.
Grace shut her eyes, her hands feeling cold. She was in shock. Then Grace felt it - it was his penis
head, touching her unprotected pussy. Again she tried to cry out, but the hand covered her mouth
so tightly she feared that he would cut off her air supply.
She could feel the tip of Mr Shih's prick rubbing the outside of her sex in an up-down motion. Mr
Shih enjoyed feeling on his cock the heat emanating from this young thing's pussy. He rubbed her
cunt lips with his cock which was growing harder, spreading his pre-cum on her labia lips.
Grace felt her body go soft as if she was paralysed by the thought what would happen to her next.
She could feel Mr Shih's cockhead pressing against the entrance of her pussy. She screamed in
pain as his cock plunged in, causing her back to arch instinctively. It pulled out again, and thrust
back in fully, his thick cockhead hitting her cervix. Tears came to Grace's eyes as it hit her that she
was being raped. Shih paused his assault, and pulled her thong panties down to her ankles before
he entered her from behind again.
The man started to fuck her steadily from behind, his balls slapping against her ass, forcing the
small frame of her body against the table. "Ungghh, unggh, unngh..", her boss uttered deep
sounds of pleasure as he slowly pumped in and out, taking the petite female executive from
behind. "I'm so sorry Grace..." he said, as he fucked her.
He started to pick up pace and his violent thrusts made her cry out in pain. One of his hands
grabbed her hip for a good hold, while his other hand went under her blouse, pulled down her bra
and mauled her breasts. As Grace's department head fucked her hard from behind, he would
periodically squeeze the soft, pliable breasts of the pretty office executive that worked for him.
Shih started to thrust faster and faster, as Grace let out little cries of anguish. Unmistakably, the
pain was being taken over by pleasure, as Grace fought to control the growing sensation in her
healthy young pussy - it was starting to juice copiously, telling her body it needed the fucking.
Before long, Shih said to Grace, panting with the effort of every thrust, "I'm going to cum soon.
When I do, open your mouth and swallow every drop of my sperm!"
Like an approaching train thundering on the tracks, Shih's groans rose in volume, his pistoning
strokes becoming faster and faster, until finally with a very loud groan he pushed Grace down to
the floor, flipping her to face him. Grace obediently opened her lips, to which he quickly sank his
plump cock into her mouth to the hilt. His ball sack lurched and contracted, unloading hot semen
into Grace's throat. His thick cockshaft spasmed and jerked in her moist mouth. Grace's eyes grew
big, almost choking. With Mr Shih's strong hands holding her head to his abdomen, she just kept
swallowing as the older man's balls drained themselves of thick white sperm.
Moments later, Shih looked down at the young lady in satisfaction, sitting on the floor as he
withdrew his spent cock from her mouth. Her hand was over her mouth, but she had swallowed it
all. Her look was priceless - with her disheveled hair, skirt hiked up around her waist and panties
around her ankle.
Grace heard Shih pulling up his zipper, but did not look up, still not believing that she had just
been raped, and then made to swallow all of her rapist's cum. The next thing she knew, she found
a bank check dropped on her lap. "Come see me again if you need more..." he said. The door
opened and shut, and he was gone.
It was a cash check with a sum of five thousand dollars. Grace continued crying before she finally
picked herself up and made her way, quietly from her boss's office to the ladies to clean up. She
could feel Mr Shih's hot semen swimming in her stomach, and it made her sick.
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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by Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
Chapter Nine (MF, submission,nc, humiliation, oral, facial)
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It was a slow Tuesday morning, and Royston found his thoughts drifting to Grace. His pretty,
young, ex-colleague, once an object of his fancy and romantic pursuit, she was now an object of his
control, under his power. He found the latter more entertaining and immensely satisfying. Just
yesterday for instance, she had just been fucked by her department head, after Royston told him
about her secret.
When Grace confronted Royston why Mr Shih found out about her secret, he had told her, "There
was nothing I could do Grace. Your boss has always been telling me in private how sexy you
looked in some of the clothes you wear to work. Especially those camisoles you wear under your
jacket. When he started asking me if I had something to do with your latest wardrobe which you
had been strutting around in outside his office, I had no choice but to tell him about our
'arrangement'. This is another hard lesson Grace. Don't be such a tease if you're unavailable. And
if you're a sexy tease, be prepared to pay the price."
Grace started to regret this arrangement she had with Royston. While she still worked in the office,
technically speaking she was no longer an employee of the company after she signed a new
contract with him. This was in return for him not spilling the beans on her theft to the police.
Under her new contract, she worked for another company registered in the Cayman Islands.
In theory, Grace was now Royston's private, highly paid personal assistant, and part time model,
whom also provided other services to him and the clients of the new company. In effect, she was
his plaything, a pet at his beck and call that he could also loan out to others in his network - what
some called the secretive underbelly of high society - in return for favors. Her choice of clothing
was dictated at all times by her new company, and he had obviously took great pleasure in taking
up that responsibility of making sure Grace was dressed more and more like a slut.
To avoid questions asked at home, Royston had Grace move out to a five star hotel, whom she
explained away to her family that she was traveling on the job. Conveniently, her boyfriend was at
an overseas assignment, so it was easy for her to lie to him on the phone that everything was going
well when in fact it was just the reverse. As Royston anticipated, Grace did not think it was a good
idea for her boyfriend to know about the blowjobs that she had given to Royston, to the office
janitor, and the handjob that she had given George from Accounts.
Up until yesterday, when Grace was raped by Mr Shih, she had not yet been fucked. When Mr
Shih found out about the deal that Grace had with Royston, and Royston's scheme with Nakamori,
he obviously insisted on this privilege in return for him keeping mum about the whole thing.
Royston wondered when he himself could get to use Grace's tight pussy. Perhaps he could
convince Nakamori this was necessary for her training. Royston knew that Nakamori had the
view that if she was overused, her value would diminish. After some contemplation, Royston
pressed the speaker button on his desk phone and dialed her number.
"Grace?" he called her on his phone. "Come to my office now."
Royston deliberated in his head on how to train Grace further, so that she might get accustomed to
the notion of being used by others for their sexual pleasure. He already had her suck his cock
twice, once alone and the second time in front of George. He knew that she was at a point where
she would not resist too much if he continued making her give him blowjobs. His cock grew hard
as he thought about ramming his hard cock into her young pussy. While he had fucked her cute
little mouth twice, he had not fucked her sweet cunt yet. He imagined Grace, naked and on all
fours on his office couch, with George's cock stuffed in her mouth, and his own cock buried in her
tight, hot cunt, being fucked by two cocks simultaneously in the front and back.
A few minutes later, Grace appeared at the doorway of his office. He beckoned her in, and for her
to shut the door behind her.
Grace was wearing a pink wraparound blouse with a v-neck, a little on the casual side.
Complementing her short hair was the pair of silvery hoop earrings given to her - the hoops were
large enough to wear them on her wrists, and when she turned her head, they would gently swing
about, gently touching her neck. To match the top, she was wearing a skimpy black skirt, and
strappy flat-heel shoes that bared her toes and revealed much of her small feet. Finally, the anklet
on her left ankle accentuated her bare legs and feet.
Her casual attire flouted the office dress code, but then again, none of the bosses would want to
tell her off, given how sexy she looked. The pink wraparound blouse was attention grabbing
because it was figure-hugging, and in fact a little too tight and short that it bared her belly-button
just so slightly. But what made it interesting was that Grace was not wearing any bra underneath
it. This was her first time in the office when she had come to work without a bra. While she was
used to wearing strapless tops and camisoles under her jacket, she always wore a bra, even if it
were strapless bras.
This morning, when in the hotel Grace received her clothes for the day from the bellboy, she had
searched the bag but found no bra. She had quizzed the bellboy - who was obviously amused at
her anxiety - but he said that was all of it that he was asked to deliver. No bra for her. She had
thought about wearing one nevertheless, but remembered what Royston had said. If she did not
follow instructions, she was sure he would do more terrible things to humiliate her that would
surpass her near-orgasm in a conference room full of people.
"Good to see you Grace," Royston said, interrupting her reverie. "Position One girl," Royston
said.
Grace stared down at the floor. Royston thought he saw her face slightly color. For a moment,
Royston believed she would refuse. But then, she slowly dropped down to her knees. Her legs
were spread as wide as she could. Her back was straight and her arms were interlocked behind
her back. This position had her breasts jutting out.
"Very good, girl." Royston praised the young female executive.
Royston had been training Grace in the last couple of weeks to get into various submissive
positions in private with him. Initially she resisted, and would do it only upon coercion. Then she
would do it slowly, and with plenty of protests. Royston was pleased that she got into position
today without any fuss. Perhaps it had something to do with her being fucked by her boss
yesterday. Royston had a theory that the more gorgeous and haughty a woman, the easier it was
to make her obey once she had been broken. Maybe wildcat Grace had been broken by Mr Shih. In
a minute, Royston would test exactly how pliable Grace had become.
"I see that you are also wearing the earrings and anklet. Well done Grace, you are finally getting
the hang of it," he smiled, "following instructions aren't so difficult, is it?"
"Thank you, Sir." Grace's eyes looked on the ground, as if she had resigned to her fate that she
was now under the control of Royston and Mr Shih in the office.
"Now, listen carefully. I want you to remain on your knees, but take off your blouse."
Grace considered that for a second. If she took off her blouse, Royston would be feasting his eyes
on her naked breasts, as she had no bra on.
"Can - can I lock the door first please?" Grace pleaded. She remembered how the last time she
gave Royston a blowjob under his desk, his secretary had come into the office looking for him.
Now she was on her knees in his office. It would be disastrous if someone came in and she was in
this kneeling position AND half-naked!
"Well, well.. bargaining are you.. alright, I'll give you a choice. You can keep the blouse on, if you
open it up to reveal your breasts, and the door stays unlocked. If you want to lock the door, you
can if you take off your blouse completely, AND your skirt AND your panties."
Grace stared at him.
"What is your decision?" Royston leaned back on his leather chair, watching her struggle with her
choices.
"I - I'll go with the door unlocked." Grace said quietly. No way she was going to be kneeling there
completely naked in front of Royston! Even if the door was locked. It was just too humiliating for
her to bear. She decided that she would take her chances that nobody would come barging into
Royston's office.
"Good. Do it then."
Grace tugged on the sides of the v-neck, slipping one side off her shoulder, then the other side off
the other shoulder. Royston smiled as he watched the young lady getting ready to show him her
perky breasts. A month ago this was just a fantasy. With some effort (as the blouse was very tight),
Grace pulled down the front of the garment, right under her fair breasts. The tightness of the
blouse and the bunching of material right below her bosom meant that her breasts were jutting out
obscenely now. Grace put her hands back down on her sides, and looked straight back at Royston,
trying to put on a look of nonchalance. In reality, her skin crawled as Royston smiled, his eyes
virtually caressing her exposed breasts. Finally he spoke.
"Do you know what the earrings and anklet mean, Grace?"
"No Sir."
"The hoops are open circles. It means Grace's slutty mouth is public property. It is open for
ANYONE to USE. And if someone - male or female - does touch your earlobe while you are
wearing these slut earrings, you will sink to your knees and open your mouth. Your little slut
mouth will service whatever cock or pussy is placed in front of it."
Grace's eyes flashed at Royston, her look almost defiant again. Royston saw the fire in them, and
thought, oh good, it wouldn't be fun if it was too easy. Grace is certainly learning her place, but
she still has some way to go before she becomes a truly submissive slut.
"As for the anklet on your lovely leg, I see you have added one more bead that you have been
given this morning," he laughed. "Each bead represents the number of different men you have
serviced. You have four now - congratulations!"
Grace's neck turned hot in anger and embarassment, but she controlled her outrage and managed
not to speak out. She had given blowjobs to Royston and the office janitor. That makes two. And
then the handjob to George. That's three. And yesterday, when she was... violated by Shih. That's
four. She could hardly bear the humiliation now that she would be always wearing the anklet
which would show to the world, for all those who knew, how many men she had been used by.
Grace gritted her teeth, wanting to say how much she hated Royston and how she thought he was
a bastard. But she suppressed it, and replied instead, "Thank you sir."
"You're welcome, pet."
"Now come over and let me use your mouth."
Grace crawled forward to his chair. Royston was already coaxing his cock out of his pants, giving
it a few pumps to make it long and hard for Grace's small mouth.
As Grace crawled between his legs, Royston tugged one of her earlobes where she was wearing
the hoop earrings. Obediently, she opened her mouth. He moaned as he felt the girl's warm wet
mouth encircle his erection. Grace began to suck his cock. This was the third time already he had
made her give him a blowjob. Royston noted that she was getting better now, taking his cock more
deeply into her mouth, as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. With Grace's mouth filled,
Royston would pull her head slightly to one side, and lift her hair - so that he might see exactly
how she looked like with her mouth wide open and his cock deep inside it. "What a slut you look
like, Grace," he said. The biting humiliation hurt Grace but she continued sucking. He added,
"Ahhh...your face just looks like it was made to be stuffed full of cock."
Grace's head bobbed up and down. Soon, Royston felt his scrotum contracting - his hands gripped
her head tightly as he neared his climax. Unlike the previous occasions though, Royston did not
plan on cumming in her mouth this time. Just as he felt the point of ejaculation arrive, Royston
pulled his cock out of Grace's mouth, and held her chin firmly in place with one hand. His fist
pumping his cock, he splattered his thick white cum all over her face. Caught by surprise, Grace
could not move her face away as he held her head there. Shutting her eyes, she felt the hot semen
splatter on her face. Grace shut her lips tight, not wanting to taste his salty jism, which ran all over
her face, eyes and lips.
As Royston's cock twitched and deposited the last of his ejaculate on her face, he said, "Oh god,
that felt good. Shit, you look great with all that cum on your face." The man laughed, and zipped
himself up. "You may go now my little cum-slut. But before you go, say thank you."
"Thank you Sir," she said, her voice breaking. She felt like she was going to burst into tears any
second. She has never felt so humiliated and dirty.
"Thank you for what?" Royston replied, a grin on his face.
"Thank you for cumming on my face Sir," she said. Grace started to cry. She felt dirty AND cheap.
Wiping her face, best as she could, she pulled her blouse back up to cover her tits, and left
Royston's office.
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