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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006,2007,2008. Email comments to darkavenger at
tokyo.com.
The story so far:
Grace feels the net of her blackmailers tightening on her. Besides having
photographs and videos of her gagged, bound and exhibited in degrading positions,
with vibrating dildos and butt plugs in her holes, having involuntary orgasms and
peeing, they also filmed her eating out a female colleague from work.
The two weeks that her Owner was away proved to be no break. Her surrogate trainers
seemed even more bent on shredding away any morsel of self-respect or dignity she
had left, making her provide sexual services to everyone around her – the hotel
bellboy, office janitor, mailroom man, boss at work. Would her male co-workers be
next?
CHAPTER 25 (MF,oral,rape,humiliation,toilet control)
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TUESDAY, 9.07am
Grace put the thumb drive into her computer at her cubicle. There was a video file inside.
Muting the speaker volume on her computer, she played the video clip. Steve the bellboy had told her that she
was to watch the video when she got to work.
The starting black screen faded out to show a light blonde-haired girl. She recognized the girl as Natasha, who
worked as a receptionist in Joe’s photography studio. Grace knew that she was also one of Nakamori’s sluts.
Natatsha was dressed in washed-out blue jeans and a hot pink jacket, sitting down on her side on a black floor
mat in a room with black walls. There was something strange about the jeans. When a guy comes into the view of
the camera and Natasha moved again, Grace saw the cut-out hole in the crotch area of her jeans. Her shaven
pussy was visible through the hole in the jeans. Nat looked flustered. Her eyes were nervous and she was unsure
of herself, unlike the aloof and overtly sexual creature that Grace has been familiar with.
The camera panned closer, and showed Natasha’s wrists being tied up by the same guy, who had stripped down
to his briefs. Still she struggled and squirmed on the mat, and one more guy came into the view of the camera.
The two guys knelt on either side of her, holding the blonde down, while a vibrator is pressed against her pussy
by a third guy. The next part occurred over the next three minutes of the clip.
One by one, thirteen guys walk up to Natasha, with one of the guys holding her head in position, and cum on her
face. Most of the guys just dumped their cum on her cheek, nose, or forehead, not really caring where their cock
happened to be pointing. Some of them had to jerk off a few final moments before they spewed their load all over
her face. Natasha was left on the mat with her face and hair covered in thick semen.
Wide-eyed and shocked, Grace could not stop watching.
Another scene faded in. Natasha was now on her knees sucking conscientiously on a dick. Before long, the guy
shot his runny semen on the side of her face and lips. With her fingers, Natasha scooped up the cum on her face
and the globules that dripped onto her body and began to rub it all over her tits, spreading the man-juice. As her
hand wiped the cum off her face, her eyes would focus on her hand for a split second and then look back into the
camera, happy as a kid sucking on candy. She even stuck her tongue out to the side to taste her fingers. Then, one
by one, a guy came up to her and shot semen on her face as she continues to taste it all while rubbing it all over
her tits. She is doing this with a big smile on her face, each ejaculate getting her happier, as if it is the happiest
moment of her life. Around thirteen guys cum all over her face and leave her as the scene ends with her taking it
all in with a smile as she continues to taste whatever is around her lips, rubbing it all over her tits.
The clip ended, leaving Grace slightly breathless, and her lower lip dry. She picked up her handbag to go to the
ladies to touch up.
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TUESDAY, 9.33am
Royston closed the bids on his computer and sat back.
Grace had been on good behavior so far this fortnight, even with the new rules. She did not complain a single bit.
This was why he had given a video-clip of Natasha’s training to her to watch. Grace had to know that someday
she might be the slut in the clip receiving bukkake treatment. Also, he had the bellboy Steve give her the clip, so
that she knows and would be reminded constantly that she was at Royston’s mercy. He controlled who would
know that she is a sex-slave, who would see her in her sordid state as a slut willing to do anything, who would
have access to photographs and video clips of her exploits, even who could fuck her.
He leaned even further back in his leather chair, folding his arms, and propping his feet up on his table.
Knock, knock. There was somebody at the door. Without removing his feet from the table in front of him,
Royston answered, “Come in.”
The door opened. It was the cocktoy he had been thinking about.
Grace stood there in her six-inch stiletto heels, slinky satin pink skirt and body-hugging tube-top. Her eyes met
Royston’s gaze for a second, and then she broke contact and looked at the floor. During that short moment when
Royston was watching her, she blinked and her fluttering lids showed off the bronze shadow. Her black eyeliner
made her eyes shine like jewels, and her nude lips were slightly parted. At that split second, Royston thought she
was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he only wanted to love and adore her. But it was for just a split
second. Grace walked in, and closed the door behind her.
“Right on time, Grace. Come here,” said Royston. The tall man turned to a velvet case he had on the shelf behind
him, held it up with both hands and put it back down on his table.
Grace walked up to his big table obediently, and around to his side.
Facing him, she lifted her pink skirt up with both hands, displaying her pretty panties to him.
“Looks like you aren’t as wet as yesterday,” observed Royston.
Royston opened the velvet case, and in there were three large benwa balls connected by a string.
Standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, Grace pulled her panties down to her knees, before holding up skirt
with her hands again. Royston examined her. He took his time to do so because he knew it humiliated her on the
inside to subject her pussy to being probed and inspected by him, even though on the outside she was completely
subservient to it. “Alright, bear down and push, Grace.”
Grace did as she was told. Slowly, the first benwa ball in her pussy appeared, and dropped into Royston’s hand.
The other two came out easily as Royston pulled on the connecting string that made each ball part Grace’s cunt
lips, and slip through. The balls were covered in her sticky juices. These set of benwa balls that were in her pussy
had been there since the same time yesterday. She could only take them out when she slept, and had to insert
them in the morning before she dressed for the bellboy in her hotel to choose the clothes she wore to work.
Royston held the wet balls in his left hand, and palmed the other set of benwa balls from the case into his right
hand. He moved both his hands up and down, testing their relative weight.
“These new ones you are wearing today are one size up from yesterday, Grace. They are also a tad heavier. But I
think you’re ready,” he said.
“Yes Sir, “ Grace replied submissively, as she bent her knees slightly and spread her feet slightly further apart.
Royston rubbed the first ball against her moist pussy lips to lubricate it, and then proceeded to push it in. With a
plop, it disappeared into the depths of Grace’s cunt, causing the young executive to grunt slightly. Royston used
his fingers to stuff the connecting string into her vulva, and then pushed the second ball up to follow the first. The
second ball was slightly larger than the first, and it stretched her cunt lips visibly as he pushed it in, until it too
got swallowed by Grace’s cunt. The third and final ball was the same size as the second but had tiny
protuberations covering its surface. Grace squirmed as Royston forcibly pushed it in. With all three balls inside
her pussy, Grace felt extremely uncomfortable. It felt as uncomfortable as if she had a full bladder, but was a
different sensation altogether.
Grace turned around, and leaned forward on Royston’s table, grasping the edge with her hands.
“Let’s take a look now at your butt plug.” Royston tugged on the handle of the butt plug that was made of clear
plastic, giving Grace an exquisite sensation which she suppressed. The butt plug came out with a pop, leaving her
anal hole slightly distended.
With her vagina emptied of benwa balls and her anal sphincter emptied of the butt plug, Grace felt .. empty.
Except that now her bladder was full. When her bladder was full and she was walking around on high heels with
benwa balls in her cunt and a butt plug in her ass, each step she took was an immense exercise in self control.
Every sudden move felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself. One time she had to transport some boxes in
this condition from the mail room to the library. She was in the elevator when someone bumped into the box she
was carrying in front of her tummy, causing the box to bump against her full bladder. That bump nearly cost her
to wet herself in the elevator, or orgasm, or both.
Normally Royston would help Nakamori to toilet train his sluts, and he also personally liked using benwa balls
on them. Nakamori on the other hand, if training his sluts personally, would have them wear a butt plug, to
remind them who owns their ass, and to prepare them early for anal sex. In this case, it was a special situation
where Grace was in high demand all around, and was so a crash course was necessary. She would undergo both
the benwa balls AND butt plug training simultaneously.
The butt plug of clear plastic was currently a size 4, which was by no means small for Grace’s body size. For a
petite girl, the benwa balls and butt plug treatment together was simply fascinating to watch when the toys went
into her twin holes. It was a real challenge for the girl to remain sane for every tiny move she made, she was on a
whole different plane of self awareness. Over the course of the next six weeks, the butt plug size would be
increased by 1 size each week, until she was at size 10. At that point, a petite girl could take a horse of a man into
her backdoor easily – maybe some black dude that was a pornstar or basketball player. Many clients of
Nakamori’s secret network enjoyed watching videos of a new girl being stretched to their full potential this way.
With a clear plastic butt plug of size 10, one could see the gaping hole of a girl’s anus being stretched fully even as
she is wearing the plug.
Royston extracted the butt plug from Grace’s ass, and contemplated asking her to lick it clean with her tongue.
“Thank you Sir, “ said Grace in her timid voice, “May this one go to the ladies now to relief herself?”
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Rule #5: grace may not pee without permission
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“Not yet.”
“Get below my table. Kneeling position.”
Awkwardly, Grace got down on her knees. It was not easy with the six inch heels. She climbed into the space
below Royston’s table, expecting her next humiliating instruction.
“Let’s do it a little differently today. When you go to the ladies to pee later, I want you to be holding my cum in
your mouth. Go into the cubicle, strip to your bra and panties. Give me a call on your cell phone, and keep the
line open. Sit on the toilet, pull down your panties to half-mast, hold your phone with your left hand. Hold it
close to your body – so close that I can hear the sounds,” he said, pausing to watch Grace’s forlorn face between
his knees.
“The sounds of me peeing Sir?” said Grace.
“No, the sounds of you masturbating. Your fingers dipping the clam, fiddling the fiddle. Maybe I should put back
the benwa balls in your pussy and the butt plug in your ass – it should make it more interesting for you as you try
to make yourself cum. As usual, ask for permission to cum when you hit the edge. You may swallow my cum
when I give you permission. The second after you orgasm, you may start peeing. For now, you know the drill.
You have thirty seconds to get me erect.”
Grace’s small hands quickly unzipped Royston and undid his pants. She deftly pulled down his briefs, and both
her hand and mouth got to work immediately, licking and sucking Royston’s cock to hardness.
Royston smiled to himself. By the end of the week, he would be able to report progress to Nakamori. The girl was
learning fast the art of pleasing men with her mouth. Can probably get most men to blow their loads in under
two minutes.
Grace’s tongue continued working on Royston’s shaft. She had made it fully erect now, and she started bobbing
her head up and down on it like an experienced cock-sucking whore. She winced as she remembered the disgust
she felt the day before when Tony was rubbing his exposed cock against her, and then came in a spurting torrent.
“Excellent, my little miss Grace is sucking like a pro,” commented Royston as he sucked the air in through his
nostrils.
Suddenly, there was a knock on Royston’s office door. Grace’s blood turned cold, and she quickly withdrew her
mouth from Royston’s rock hard cockshaft.
Royston answered, “Who’s there?”
“Ming here,” a dainty voice replied.
Royston made eye contact with Grace under his table, a devious expression on his face. He whispered to her,
“Don’t stop sucking, Grace. She doesn’t know you’re here, and she can’t see you. If you stop, I’m going to let
Ming find out who’s my personal hooker under the table.”
Grace felt a flash of humiliation, her mind reeling as she recalled the day of the photography shoot. Ming was
there too, blindfolded at all times, so she wouldn’t have seen Grace at the scene or known she was there. On that
day, Grace had been tricked to taste her colleague at work, Ming, because Grace was led to believe it was
Nakamori’s slave that she would be licking. Conversely, Ming had also tasted her colleague Grace’s pussy that
day, even if she did not know who it was because she was blindfolded. The two women had licked each other’s
privates, not knowing who each other was. They met each other at the workplace frequently, and Grace’s
knowledge that she had tasted her colleague embarrassed her whenever she talked to Ming, who was still in the
dark.
Grace had been thinking a lot about this – was Ming also in their power? Was she being controlled by them as
they controlled her? What did they have on Ming that they could blackmail her on? Ming was in the desktop flip-
calendar too ! Grace felt extremely conflicted each time she saw Ming in the office - she couldn’t question Ming
about any difficulty she may be facing, without giving away herself on how she knew. If Ming found out that
Grace was at the scene that day, it would be a matter of time before Ming figured out that the unknown female
whose tongue had pleasured her to orgasm was Grace. Grace couldn’t let that happen. She stayed mum about the
whole thing.
Royston cleared his throat, and said “Come in !”
The door opened, and Ming walked in. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and a long figure-hugging skirt.
Her raven black hair looked straighter than ever, falling softly on her shoulders. She was clutching two document
folders under her arm.
Royston gestured to the chair opposite his table. “Take a seat, Ming,” he said, a twinkle in his eye as he stared
confidently at the attractive young woman, his eyes boring through her clothes as he imagined what she wore
underneath. “I’ve been expecting you, ” he said, moving himself slightly forward, and so sinking his cock deeper
into Grace’s throat.
Grace’s eyes opened wide, and she fought to control that retching feeling when the tip of Royston’s cockhead hit
the back of her throat. If she gagged now, Ming would be sure to hear her ! Her eyes streamed tears as she forced
her throat to relax, so that the entire cockshaft could go further in till the cock tip was past the back of her throat.
Her deep-throating training has come into use after all; with concentration she had managed not to utter a single
sound as Royston jammed his cock into the mouth of the slut hiding under the table. Her bladder was also super-
full, and she tethered on the edge of actually letting all her pee out.
Oblivious to what was happening under the table, Ming replied, “Thank you” to Royston. The long haired
demure beauty did not meet his gaze, but approached the chair in front of his table, and smoothed her skirt as she
sat down. As Royston watched her move, particularly at the outline of the well-endowed girl’s twin globes under
her blouse, his cock twitched with the memory of how the tall slender lass looked last week blindfolded
helplessly as she was seated in front of him at Joe’s studio like she was now. The only difference was that back
then she was dressed only in a bra, hiding her buxomly assets until he ripped off the undergarment. And of
course back then, her wrists were cuffed behind the chair she was sitting on.
His erection grew even harder, knowing that Ming had no idea it was he who had fucked her that day, for she
stayed blindfolded the whole time, and he did not speak a single word so she couldn’t recognize his voice. Under
the table, Grace’s mouth continued sucking on his cock quietly. The cocksucker had slowed down from earlier,
but no matter, he would take longer to enjoy this.
Ming seemed to notice how Royston was staring at her. Although there were many admirers in the office, most
would only stare at her from a distance or from the side in common areas such as the reception (where she
sometimes had to fill in for the receptionist) or while lining up for the coffee machine. Few would stare at her so
blatantly. Feeling uncomfortable, Ming handed one of the two folders she was clutching to Royston, her long
straight hair falling across half her face and shoulder as she stretched forward with her right hand.
Royston let her outstretched hand linger for a second, before he reached out and grasped the folder. “Thank you,
Ming” he said softly, his eyes still focused keenly on her fair face.
“May I deliver the presentation now Royston?”
“Yes, of course. Stand up in front of the projection screen as you do it, “ Royston added, “like the actual day.”
Mr Ko had a knack for hiring beautiful secretaries. In this company, they didn’t just do administrative work like
keeping track of their boss’s appointments, making travel arrangements and filing documents. Mr Ko knew how
a pretty face could make a difference to a business deal. He would hire beautiful and smart women who could
also attend meetings with him and deliver client presentations. Ming was such an example. Being the busy man
that he is however, Mr Ko would not have the time to make sure that her presentations were polished enough.
This is where Royston would come in. Ming would rehearse her presentation with Royston ahead of a meeting.
As usual, Royston would have Ming switch off the lights in the room as she stood in front of the screen. This
would typically be the type of environment where Ming had to deliver her presentation - a conference room,
usually filled with businessmen around the table, looking at her while she stood in front, next to the projection
screen where the slides are being shown. The room lights are usually dimmed or turned off so as to allow the
projection on-screen to show clearly. More importantly, it made the men she was presenting to more at ease as
she stood at the front of the room – the spotlight was clearly on her, and in the semi-darkness it wouldn’t be so
apparent that their eyes were roving over her body as she presented, while she could not see them clearly.
Ming started her verbal presentation, without the use of any slides being actually shown on the screen. She had to
memorise the content of each slide.
Royston leaned back in his chair, sliding his ass slightly forward. His face was hidden in the shadows as the
room’s lights overhead were switched off. His hand massaged the back of Grace’s head, reminding the executive
to keep sucking his erect cock as he watched the taller girl presenting to an imaginary audience. His other hand
double-clicked on a file in his directory, playing a silent video-clip on his desktop.
Grace felt like her bladder was going to burst, but she kept the blowjob going diligently, using her mouth to
massage Royston’s cockshaft.
Four minutes later, the presentation was over. Royston spoke, “Very good Ming. You need more pauses to make
eye contact with your audience though. “
“Got it Royston. Thank you, ” replied Ming, nodding.
“It was a little more rushed than usual. Are you nervous thinking about the actual presentation?” Royston’s cock
twitched in Grace’s busy mouth.
“Yes, I am,” said Ming.
“Can’t blame you,” said Royston, smiling wryly, “it will be your first presentation in a bikini won’t it?”
Indeed, Royston was thinking to himself, not only would Ming be presenting in a bikini, she would be presenting
to a group of more than ten men, potential investors in a major resort development project. The presentation is to
be held at a beach resort itself, so everything else is resort-themed, including waitresses serving cocktails with
little umbrellas sticking out at the top, and women in bikinis handing out investment prospectuses. The bikinis
were sponsored by another company who would be co-investing in the project, so all the female executives at the
presentation had to wear them.
“Yes,” said Ming, clutching the folder tightly in her hand.
Mr Ko had convinced Ming that her dressing in a bikini to do the presentation was essential to the company
closing the deal. It was all part of creating the atmosphere. Ming had agreed, reluctantly. What Ming did not
know was that even though she had provided her bikini top size as 34D to the resort, on the day of the
presentation itself, she would be told that there were no more sizes for her. She would have no choice but to wear
a bikini top that would be two cup sizes smaller. Her assets would be practically spilling out of their cups during
the presentation.
“Run along now. I will tell Mr Ko that you will do a fantastic job in impressing your audience, ” said Royston to
Ming.
As Royston watched the fine piece of ass exiting his door, he started humping Grace’s mouth with greater
urgency. She had been giving him fellatio now for the last six minutes.
“OHhhh, FFUCKK ..ggrace…,” muttered Royston, “I’ve not emptied my ballsac for the last week!”
“I’m saving it all for you….” he said, grabbing the back of her head tightly with both hands as he fucked her
mouth hard, using it as nothing more than a fuck-hole.
“Guess what I have on my screen, grace my little fucktoy,” he said pulling the girl out from under the table, and
turning his chair clockwise so that Grace was now kneeling on the floor beside his chair. His hand pressed against
the back of her head toward his groin, controlling her every movement as he rotated his chair , thus keeping his
cock inside her mouth the whole time. His tight grip kept Grace’s face close to his groin and her nose buried in his
pubic hair – she had no choice but to be led by him, crawling on her knees to the new position that he wanted her
in, her mouth stuffed with cockmeat.
“I’M going to cum very soon Grace. Look at the screen of my monitor. Watch what a slut you are as you swallow
every drop of my sperm.”
Grace turned her eyes toward the monitor screen, while her mouth stayed in place. Her head being used as a
fuckhole by Royston seemed to have faded into a background process; she allowed him to abuse her mouth
anyway he wanted, for her mind and eyes were glued to the video-clip that was playing on the screen. That was
what Royston was watching on the screen during the four minutes of Ming’s presentation earlier.
She saw herself for the first time, on the screen. She could recall all her experiences vividly from that last photo
session obviously, but this felt different. She was watching herself performing on screen, like anybody else would
be seeing her if they watched the clip. The person on-screen seemed like a different person; she wanted it to be a
different person. But yet, it was undeniably her. Grace.
Royston watched the embarrassment and shame crossing Grace’s face as her eyes watched the screen, bringing
him closer to his climax as his rock-hard cock slid in and out of her submissive mouth.
On the screen, Ming was blindfolded, cuffed and tied standing to a rack behind her with her thighs spread and
feet more than shoulder-width apart. Grace saw herself blindfolded, kneeling between Ming’s legs, lapping
vigorously at Ming’s exposed pussy, tonguing her slit. Every few seconds, Grace would push her face and chin
up and against Ming’s pubes, burrowing her tongue deeper into her friend’s pussy. Ming started to orgasm,
squirting her juices all over Grace’s face.
“Yes you loved eating out your friend Ming didn’t you, Grace? Look how you made her squirt, you nasty cunt-
licking slut.”
The scene cut to one where Grace was blindfolded herself, tied to the rack with a dildo gag in her mouth. She
recognized immediately the exact point of the scene that she was in, remembering with an overwhelming sense
of shame and tingling sensation in her pussy now as she recalled the tense state that her body was in then. Her
over-stimulated body was poised for a violent orgasm. Her nipples had been sucked on repeatedly, and a
vibrating dildo applied to her exposed cunt in steps of increasing intensity.
With his cockshaft pistoning in and out of her soft warm mouth, Royston saw once again the intense humiliation
in Grace’s eyes as it dawned on her what the video would show next. She would cum hard on-screen twice, the
second less than thirty seconds after the first, orgasming more than a total of four times that whole evening.
“You’re a FUCKING cum-HOE Grace. JEEESUS !!” Royston exploded in a guttural groan.
On the screen, somebody’s hand had attached a plastic bulb to the end of the dildo gag in Grace’s mouth. The
bulb contained a viscous white liquid - semen. Semen belonging to a stranger or strangers. Grace never found out
who the donors were. The bulb was squeezed a few seconds before her orgasm hit, depositing the semen directly
into her mouth.
As Grace watched herself orgasming on screen, she was only mildly aware that Royston was cumming into her
mouth for real at that very moment. The feeling of the warm load spreading in her oral cavity reminded her, but
her mind wasn’t there.
She swallowed his load without fuss, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her eyes were fixated on her
on-screen self cumming hard. It was like an out of body experience, watching a wanton slut orgasm, then
realizing the wanton slut was herself.
For some reason, her body now felt very relaxed. There was a feeling of warmth spreading below her waist too.
On screen, her petite body was jerking very obviously on the rack, the veins in her neck standing out as she
screamed in her gag, tasting something sticky and tangy like what she was feeling now for real in her mouth. And
then she orgasmed shortly again as more white semen was freshly injected into her mouth by a hand squeezing
the bulb. Semen belonging to an unknown donor or donors.
Royston dislodged his spent cock from the well-dressed executive sprawled on the floor. Grace had a far-away
look on her face. She had swallowed his load dutifully, just like she swallowed everything in the video clip,
leaving just the taste of man-cum in her mouth.
Royston zipped up. He was pleased with himself. Grace was adjusting to her new self-identity, changing her way
of how she saw herself. The guilt would be used against her will, and gradually the guilt will be replaced with
uninhibited pleasure. For that purpose, it was important for Grace to see another woman’s juices on her face,
seeing herself making another female cum, and seeing herself cumming as she tasted an unknown man’s cum. It
didn’t matter who’s cum it is for the new grace – man or woman’s, she was a slut who would enjoy anybody’s
cum.
And the crowning glory that was complete in her humiliation? Royston sniggered at the young woman, nude on
the carpeted floor, a sudden look of distress on her face. The bitch had soiled the carpet.
That dirty little bitch. She better work on her toilet training.
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WEDNESDAY, 9.31am
“Grace?”
Grace looked up from her cubicle. It was Ming.
Grace broke eye contact quickly, remembering how she had soiled the carpet in Royston’s office the previous day
after Ming’s unexpected visit. Afterwards she had to call the office maintenance people to come and replace the
carpet. The scent of urine was unmistakable. When asked what happened, Royston had made sure that she would
say that a customer brought his dog to Royston’s office for a meeting with Royston and Grace, and the bitch
stained the carpet.
“Grace, you’re requested to join in an urgent meeting with Mr Shih. He’s with Jim and Ryan, “ said Ming.
“Thank you,” said Grace matter of factly, as if she already was expecting it.
In reality, she didn’t like the sound of that. Nevertheless she could not afford to dally. She did not dare ask Ming
what was it about, in case it would lead to something embarrassing.
The smartly dressed executive picked up her notebook, following Ming’s lead and walking with her to her
supervisor’s office.
Ming knocked on the door, and opened it. Sticking her head of long black silky hair inside, she informed Mr Shih
that she had brought Grace.
The other two men’s eyes lit up when they saw Grace enter the office. She was smartly dressed in a designer suit
of course, but the hem of the skirt did look unusually short, like above her mid-thigh. If she sat down on one of
the bar stools in the pantry, or on one of those low sofa chairs in Mr Shih or Mr Ko’s offices, her skirt would be
sure to ride up. Even if she did pull it down, it would be so tight and short that it would be impossible not to be
able to spot her panties, unless she was skilful enough to cross her legs while sitting down. Unfortunately or
fortunately for them, they did not know that Grace was under strict instructions not to cross her legs while sitting
down.
Mr Shih did not stop talking as Grace was entering the room. Ming closed the door, leaving Grace inside. Grace
found an empty seat across from Jim and Ryan and sat down. They both glanced at the attractive young woman
seemingly move in slow motion as she was preoccupied with parking her fine ass down. If they were quick
enough, they would spot her panties before she crossed her legs. Grace did not cross her legs.
Arrgh, saved by the notebook ! Jim and Ryan were a little disappointed. Their pretty colleague was smart enough
to put her notebook on her lap when she sat down. But maybe they would get lucky if she had to write in her
notebook.
“So, in summary, we have three groups of Japanese investors arriving this Friday. Jim, you will handle all the
hotel accommodations – use Ming to help you but I want you to supervise this thoroughly. We cannot afford any
screw-ups. Ryan, I want you to be in charge of the entertainment programme for our visitors after the business
talks have concluded on Saturday. Grace, you will handle all the logistics for the presentation venue. Book the
biggest conference room that the hotel has – we are expecting twenty potential investors plus ten from our side.
You will also be in charge of all the presentation materials – copies, charts, CDs to take away. Are we all clear?”
“Yes Mr Shih,” said Jim. “Yes, very clear,” said Ryan. “Yes Sir, “ said Grace. Her form of address raised a couple
of eyebrows in the room.
“Alright move along then. I expect an update from all of you first thing Thursday morning. Grace, stay back, ”
said Mr Shih.
Jim and Ryan filed out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Mr Shih stood up, went to the corner of his room and poured himself a cup of warm water. “Would you like one
Grace?”
“No thank you, Sir,” replied Grace, her hands feeling a little cold. She heard a click and looked up, and realized
that Mr Shih had pushed the lock in his office door.
Grace felt a bolt of cold run up her spine and through her heart.
“What did I hear you just say?” said Mr Shih, raising his voice slightly.
Grace felt a knot in her throat.
“Get over here,” he said coldly to her. Grace got up from her seat and walked over to him sheepishly.
“What did I tell you about saying ‘no’, Grace?” Mr Shih was eyeing her up and down.
“I – I’m sorry, Sir. I – “ Grace stuttered, and was cut off when Mr Shih pushed the glass of her toward her lips.
“You aren’t allowed to say ‘no’ to any demands made to you by anybody in this company, do you understand?”
Mr Shih said sternly, “You will drink when I want you to,” he said, pushing the edge of the glass against her
mouth and starting to tip the glass, forcing Grace to drink from it quickly to avoid splashing all the water on
herself. “Put your hands down on your side too, and drink up like a good girl.”
Grace gulped down the water as fast as she could, but still Mr Shih tipped the glass faster and faster with his
hand. Grace sputtered, not being able to keep up, sending a mouthful of water and the remaining water in the
glass splashing onto her bosom.
Calmly, Mr Shih put the empty glass down on the table beside them, smiling as he kept his eyes on the now wet
executive standing in front of him. Grace’s white blouse was a little thin to begin with. The wet material was now
semi transparent and sticking to her bra-encased bosom. The bright purple demi-bra that the bellboy picked out
for her to wear that day to work was visible underneath the blouse.
“Nice choice of lingerie !” chuckled Mr Shih, staring at the form of her slim body silhouetted nicely below her
blouse. Grace looked somewhat distressed that her boss had just effectively emptied half a glass of water on her
chest, but she had the sense not to say anything.
“You’d better take off that jacket before you ruin it,” said Mr Shih, reaching for her jacket collar. Sensibly, Grace
kept quiet again as her supervisor pulled the jacket off her back and her arms. Grace shut her eyes, trying to block
out the images of how she was raped by him from her mind.
“What do you think was on Ryan and Jim’s mind just now when they saw you Grace?”
Mr Shih walked slowly behind her, out of her sight. His hand stayed on her shoulder, a clear signal that she
should remain where she was standing.
“I don’t know Sir..” said Grace helplessly.
“OH yes you do, Grace,” replied Mr Shih. “Don’t you pretend now to be innocent Grace. What do you see in their
eyes?”
Grace hesitated a few moments before she replied softly, “Lust, Sir.” Her eyes were lowered.
“They want to fuck you Grace,” said Mr Shih smiling wryly, “ – just as I will be doing to you very shortly.”
“Yes, so you see it Grace. You saw it in their eyes. But I want you to tell me in your own words. I want to hear
you say it.”
“I saw them look at me with lust in their eyes Sir. I can see them wanting me…” Grace forced herself to say, the
shame making her voice quiver, “.. I can see them wanting to fuck me.”
“Lust,” said the middle aged man, “that’s a good word. Lust, and caution. They have to be careful don’t they.
Nobody wants to be sued for sexual harassment. But they don’t know your secret of course.”
Mr Shih had slid his hands down to her hips, standing behind Grace’s petite body as he spoke closely to her ear.
“They don’t know what a whore you are. That’s right, you are a little whore of the company.”
In a sudden motion, Mr Shih violently pulled the hem of Grace’s tight skirt up to her waist, pushing her forward
against the big table simultaneously so that she fell forward and had to prop her upper body up with her
outstretched arms.
“Look at my little whore,” said Mr Shih, gazing boldly at Grace’s exposed cunt, sitting between the pair of garters
that were holding up her sheer black stockings from her waist. She was not wearing panties today, courtesy of
Steve the bellboy. Grace suffered the indignity of her exposed position silently. Shih’s strong hand on her back
kept her in an imbalanced posture leaning forward on the table, as he kicked her feet apart. She stood as if she
was in a position to be frisked by a police officer.
“What would Ryan think if he knew you were walking around the office without panties, I wonder,” taunted Mr
Shih as he enjoyed the back view of Grace’s well-trimmed cunt. A tiny string was visible sticking out of her vulva.
It was the string that attached to the Burmese bells. Grace had been practicing so often now that she could hold
the metallic balls in her pussy even without panties. The string was to facilitate retrieval.
“I like how Royston keeps you pantiless under your business suit,” he said, putting his fingers to her cunt lips
and massaging them. “The next time we are in any meetings, I want you to always stay back alone after the
meeting after everyone is gone, and then ask if I would like to fuck you. I like it that you can be taken from
behind by anyone, even without removing any of your clothes. Whore. ”
The w word stung her. Royston knew about Grace’s sensitivities, and made sure that everyone in this, including
Mr Shih, Mr Ko, and Nakamori, would exploit this against her. The verbal humiliation was an important
component in breaking her down psychologically. Mr Shih tugged the string that attached to the three Burmese
bells in her cunt – firm enough that she could feel it, but not so hard that the bells would come out.
“I know what you’re thinking Grace,” said Mr Shih. “You’re telling yourself, ‘I’m not a whore. I’m not a whore’”.
He laughed cruelly. “But there you are sitting in the meeting just now, in your tight blouse and cock-teasing skirt,
knowing that Ryan and Jim were both thinking about fucking you. Any of the guys in the office can simply unzip
their pants, take out their cock, and fuck you in the pussy by just lifting up your skirt, Grace. And while your
mind denies this, your little cunny is just getting wet thinking about this the whole day. ”
“Look!” Mr Shih withdrew a finger that had just swabbed itself across Grace’s slit between parted lips. His finger
was glistening with her moisture in the garish office light. Kept on a constant routine of benwa balls or Burmese
bells milling around in her cunt, a butt plug in her tight asshole, a remote-controlled vibrator taped to her clit
over her panties three times a week, extremely high heels and ultra short skirts that kept her whole body tense
and taut the whole day, Grace had no control over her natural bodily response to secrete copious amounts of
lubrication. She was leaking.
Put in a situation which reminded her exactly of her last experience being raped in this very office by the same
man, she still couldn’t help her body from pumping the adrenaline through her system, and her sexual organs
from preparing themselves for assault. The juices that her pussy was now so shamefully secreting were also a
natural protection mechanism.
Mr Shih’s thumb and index finger were grasping firmly on the string sticking out of her pussy. He tugged on the
string a little harder now, increasing his strength gradually, watching the reaction that Grace’s body had as the
metallic balls in her cunt pulled back. The weight of the balls, and the suction effect that Grace’s tight pussy had
was counter-balancing the force that Mr Shih exerted in pulling the string. He pulled a little harder, and with a
little plop, the first shiny smooth ball emerged with a little jingle. It was covered with a sticky film of Grace’s
juices.
“Whore.” Mr Shih repeated to her face.
At the point that the first ball popped out of her pussy entrance, Mr Shih noted that Grace’s cunt hole and
puckered anus (around the rubber butt plug) moved, tightening for a split second before the pelvic muscles
relaxed. Her birth canal was naturally resisting the pull, keeping the second and third Burmese bell still inside her.
He pulled the string again, keeping it at a tension that was just sufficient to slowly pull the next ball out of her
vulva. He enjoyed the involuntary contraction that Grace felt when that happened. He wanted the sensation to
last for her – the sensation of her pussy lips distending to allow the metallic ball through. As the second ball was
emerging, he tapped the small ring of the butt plug in her anus, causing Grace to flinch deliciously, causing a tiny
involuntary contraction that propelled the second Burmese bell out into his palm. He grinned, enjoying the
humiliation that Grace felt and swallowed quietly. He repeated this with the third and final ball, holding the
small butt plug handle between his thumb and index finger, and jiggling it back and forth in her asshole, causing
Grace to gurgle in an embarrassed gasp, as the last shiny ball emerged from her cunt with another audible jangle.
Finally, Mr Shih had the entire string of Burmese bells dangling from his fingers. They were completed covered
with a semi whitish and transparent film that said to him that the balls have been working around inside this
attractive female executive the whole morning. He didn’t understand why Royston insisted to have Grace be
filled with these toys when she came to work every day, but know he knew that it reinforced her sense of
submission and being controlled.
Grace was shorter than Mr Shih by almost a head, even with the heels. Mr Shih set down the Burmese bells on the
table. He was a stout, strong man, so he easily controlled her body like a puppet. He grabbed the petite executive
by both shoulders. Her skirt was still hiked around her waist, while her white blouse was soaked and see-through.
He turned her around roughly to face him, but pushed her back so again her outstretched arms behind her
supported the weight of her upper body, while her butt pressed against the edge of the table.
Mr Shih had been married for twenty years. He loved his wife and was not particularly fond of womanizing like
Mr Ko and Nakamori. He merely saw it as part of business deal making. Part of the drinking and cigar-smoking
and bringing important clients out for entertainment.
But here we have Grace, a stunning young executive at his company, twenty years younger than himself, totally
in his control. Obviously there had been younger women before who threw themselves at him, sometimes at the
behest of business rivals out to steal information or to distract him from a handsome deal they were trying to win,
or sometimes for personal gain. Some of these young women were brokers who wanted his business.
Occasionally he would indulge himself, never taking any risks, but at any rate not too often. But a beautiful
young thing like Grace – a promising and capable employee he recruited into the company - he did not imagine
this at all. His ability to control Grace intoxicated him. Royston had showed him how.
He didn’t want to at first. He could not believe it when his star employee was found to be stealing money from
the company. He was disappointed. He was even angry. He didn’t want to send her to jail, but somehow
someone had to be accountable, and had to put the money back. Royston convinced him that he had found a way,
that she was willing to ‘do things’ to keep it quiet. He never imagined this. But he was going to enjoy it.
Thoroughly.
Mr Shih brought his face close to Grace’s young cunt, inhaling her scent in. Her ass was pressed against the edge
of the table. She stood there, her feet shoulder width apart, the tops of her stockings exposed with her skirt so
obscenely inverted upwards to expose her neatly trimmed bush. Her arms were behind her, her hands grasping
the edge of the table. Grace was reluctant but submissive.
Mr Shih took off his coat, draping it on the sofa. “You’re too damn beautiful Grace,” he said, moving his face
closer to her crotch, but his eyes locked on her eyes. “I was in Korea yesterday with Mr Ko. He was telling me
about the Japanese group who wanted to invest in the casino project. But I found myself losing focus. His words
were just going into one ear and coming out the other. Instead I had the image of you half-naked and bent over
my table, with Ryan fucking you.”
Mr Shih stared at Grace’s pussy. It was a fine looking pussy. He had not eaten one so young for some time. He
was going to enjoy eating Grace, and making her all wet, sloppy and juicy. It would humiliate her greatly, to
know that she was juicing for the man who would going to fuck her a second time against her will.
“I’m going to tongue-fuck you Gracie,” he said to her tenderly.
At this moment, Grace only had three things on her mind, and it wasn’t that Mr Shih was going to fuck her pussy
after he has made her wet, or even about whether he was going to cum in her pussy or in her mouth later. The
first thing was that she wondered if Mr Shih’s secretary, or Ryan or Jim would suspect anything, given that she
was alone in his office for so long after the discussion ended. The second thing on her mind was that she would
be walking out of her boss’s office later with her blouse all wet. In fact the water has seeped down her blouse so
much so that even her skirt was wet near the navel. She would have to hide this somehow from the prying eyes in
the office, and get to the ladies to use the hands dryer. She could use her jacket to hide her wet front! The third
thing on Grace’s mind was that she had to pee. It has been 3 hours since her last visit to the ladies, and every time
she needed to pee she had to seek permission from Royston, or any of the men who had used her if Royston was
not able to reply. She would usually text message him, although sometimes he wanted her to ask him on the
phone just to humiliate her.
As if reading her mind, Mr Shih produced a jar from his drawer. It was a round glass jar, slightly taller than a
mug, with one of those air-tight lids. “I got a message from Royston before the meeting. He told me that your
peeing time is due, right about now.”
Mr Shih grinned as a deep flush developed around Grace’s neck, face and bosom.
He stuck a white sticky label on the outside of the glass jar.
“What he said intrigued me. So, he didn’t ask me to do this Grace. I requested for it. “
“Yes,” he nodded in response at the incredulous, and humiliated look on her face. “Your trainer told me that he
needs your urine sample to test that you have been taking the pills that you are supposed to be taking. I requested
to be the one collecting your pee pee for him. You will urinate into this jar in front of me, right after I tongue-fuck
you. ”
Five minutes later, Grace’s juices were leaking all over her thighs, and smeared over Mr Shih’s face, as he lifted
his mouth off her pussy. Grace had to hold her lips apart with her hands while the older man was running his
tongue up and down the length of her pussy and then tongue fucked her. This wasn’t the most humiliating, even
though she had to stop herself from moaning out while her boss was eating her. Grace squatted down on the floor
in his office, with her skirt hiked up around her waist. In her hand, she held the open glass jar positioning it in
front of her wee-hole. “Please Sir.. Mr Shih, I really can’t do it,” she pleaded piteously, “not with you here.
Watching me like that.”
“Yes you can. You have to. That way I can tell Royston that it is definitely your pee. Now don’t spill anything on
my floor. Or your jacket will have to mop it up.”
Grace’s face reddened and she tried to make herself go. She could imagine the immense humiliation and
complete degradation now if someone accidentally came through the door now and saw her like that. Like a little
doggie bitch getting ready to piss on the public street in full view of onlookers.
“Go on Grace. Your bladder is full. You can feel it can’t you. Or do you need to drink another glass of water?”
“Oh gawd.. “ Grace muttered as she heard the first stream of urine splash the inside of the jar, making a loud
hollow sound of a jar being filled, and feeling the sensation of relief as her full bladder started to empty. Mid-
stream, she sheepishly opened her eyes and saw Mr Shih’s head cocked sideways, and looking at her with great
interest as she continued filling up the glass jar with her light yellow piss.
“That’s a good girl,” Mr Shih said, as the girl reached the end and the stream dwindled into a trickle. Grace let the
final drops drip into the jar. The jar was four-fifths full. She capped the lid back tightly, and placed it on her
boss’s table, fighting the intense degradation that she felt at pissing into a jar in front of her supervisor and then
giving it to him like she was some sort of animal with absolutely no dignity.
Mr Shih took a black ink marker, and wrote on the label on the outside of the jar. Her name in full.
“Just so we don’t have any mix-ups who’s piss this is,” the man said solemnly. “And now I’m going to fuck you
silly.” Watching the girl’s humiliation in the last few minutes had made him rock hard. He couldn’t wait to sink
his prick into the tight pussy of the young executive.
With that, he pushed the girl onto his table, and spread her legs with his strong hands. He pressed the knob of his
venous cock against her slit and eased it inside. Grace trembled uncontrollably, thrashing a little and wincing at
the pain. He had her pinned to the table, so she could not escape the pressing onslaught, but her trembling grew
wilder.
The stout middle-aged man paused his penetration of his prey momentarily, using one hand to press her back
down while the other hand disengaged his belt and pulled it free from his pants. He used the belt to tie Grace’s
wrists together behind her back, sharply pulling it tight, and securing it. He knew she could not, and would not
escape even if her hands were free, but immobilizing Grace’s small hands behind her back with his makeshift
restraint increased his excitement.
Grace couldn’t suppress moaning out aloud as he forced her cunt open and slid the first inch of his thick cock into
her. She started to scream as he speared his full erection inside her, then quickly stifled her own scream – afraid of
being heard by people who might be walking in the busy corridor outside Mr Shih’s office.
The already well-lubricated walls of her tight pussy meant that in one stroke, her rapist had sank himself to the
hilt. Or so she thought. Then he gripped her hips in both hands and thrust hard, driving the last inch of his
cockshaft into her at once.
She screamed quietly, then burst into fresh sobs. He thrust again, and again, burying his thick cock inside her
tight belly. He moved his hips in slow circles, tearing his cock around inside her guts. His hands slid up and
down her sides, feeling the heart beating of her small chest.
He began to angle his cock upwards inside her, hammering her young cervix. Her sobs sounded like hiccups now,
timed together with his merciless thrusts, as his fingers dug under the sides of her soft bosom, searching for her
small hard nipples, and pinching them. He mashed her pert breasts flat against her ribs, then spread his hands to
grip her soft bosom cruelly, pulling her petite body sharply against him, as his hips lunged forcibly in the other
direction, driving himself deep into her fresh violated pussy.
“How do you like being fucked while wearing your six inch heels, Grace?” grunted Mr Shih, “New experience?
Get used to it.”
He loomed over her, bending forward till his chest pressed down completely against her naked back, and his chin
was pressed into her shoulder blade. His left arm encircled around the front of her chest just below her neck,
pulling her soft body back against his, and his hips slowly began to grind into her ass. With her hands restrained
behind her by his belt, Grace felt like a helpless rag-doll.
He thrust into her with hard strokes, his cockshaft sliding steadily out then thrusting in hard, sliding back out
then thrusting in hard again. Each deep penetration jerked her body and brought a cry from her whimpering lips.
Every now and then, he would use one hand to pull her hair back, and his free hand to push the butt plug up,
forcing the gasping girl to her tiptoes.
Mr Shih began to really give it to Grace then, his body humping her small frame wildly, right arm in an armlock
over her chest and under her armpits, left arm over her abdomen guiding her hips to where his cock pistoning
back and forth would hit her sweet spot over and over again. Cock knob grinding heavily into her cervix, hips
slapping nosily into her ass-cheeks, steel-hard shaft tormenting her pussy lips.
He growled and bit down on the side of her shoulder near her collar bone, his teeth making an imprint on her as
he pounded her shaking, trembling, doll-like body with his own heavy set frame. Grace screamed in pain.
The man dislodged the butt plug from her anus with his hand, used his fingers to titillate her rim, and then
renewed his pounding of her sex. Just before he was ready to climax, he inserted both his middle and fourth
fingers into her emptied anal passage, forcing the girl to ride his hand up to her tiptoes again. Feeling her anus
contract involuntarily on his wriggling fingers, he spread them cruelly, dragging a squealing orgasm out of her.
The contractions of her tight pussy around his cock shaft was the last straw. He came, blasting into her pussy,
sending sprays of hot cum sluicing down the stretched walls of her young womb as her uncontrolled spasms
milked his cock. He arched his back, grabbing the belt that restrained both her wrists, pulling her tiny body
toward his ejaculating cock, sealing her pussy lips with the base of his cockshaft as he emptied several loads of his
semen into helpless Grace.
Before he grew limp and withdrew his cock from her, he saw the black ink marker he used, still on the table. An
idea crossed his mind. He had seen the pictures that Joe had taken of Grace. Now’s his chance to be artistic too.
Picking up the marker, he scrawled on her naked back. “A GOOD FUCK”. He let his cock slide out, and stepped
back.
Grace’s buttocks were quivering with her sobs, but Mr Shih carefully used her ass as a graffiti wall. “CUM
DUMP”, he wrote. His pen drew a big arrow downwards from each of her cheeks pointing to her pussy, which
were incidentally leaking globs of his semen as he was drawing on her body. The cum drooled out of her bruised
pussy lips, some running down her leg and some dripping onto the floor. He would make sure that Grace would
clean up the floor later with her tongue when she finished crying.
Since she wasn’t wearing panties today, he couldn’t ask her to wear back her panties and so keep his cum close to
her pussy. That would have been fun in its own right, imagining how she would feel at the end of the day when
the semen would dry up and her panties would be caked up and feel like paper. But Mr Shih decided that Grace
wasn’t allowed to clean up or wipe away anything unless it was below the hemline of her skirt – as she went
about her day, he would want her to feel his semen dribbling slowly out of her abused cunt, decorating the inside
of her thighs.
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