Manuela was sitting at the computer, pretending to be writing something, but she couldn't concentrate. He had been in the office for two hours already, and had not yet seen Depoulos. She was afraid of meeting him.
Depoulos had called her on her cell phone the night before and gave her instructions on how to dress. Manuela was surprised that he remembered her wardrobe so well. “Put on the suit with the shortest skirt you have, it should be the cream one,” he had told her. “Hold-ups and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Put on the white silk blouse too, and keep the jacket always untied. No underwear of course. Take care of your make-up and hair, I don't want to see you sloppy ”.
And of course she had obeyed. She had prepared herself - even today - with the utmost care. He felt sexy. And she knew that the silk blouse, worn without a bra, clearly revealed the shape of her breasts, and even showed the aura of her nipples. If only he could have closed his jacket ...
Every time someone entered her office, Manuela blushed. But she knew that that little embarrassment of having her breasts so exposed was nothing compared to what would happen later ...
… The phone rang. It was him. Manuela picked up the receiver with a tremor in her hands.
- In my office, bitch.
"Yes, sir," she replied, getting up and walking quickly down the short corridor that led to the door of the boss's office, accompanied by the clicking of her heels. He knocked timidly and went inside.
Depoulos sat at his desk, and Manuela blanched at the expression on his face. She knew immediately that she was about to be scolded - or perhaps punished? - for something. He had no idea what it was. He closed the door behind him and walked into the office, stopping in front of the desk.
- Yes, sir…? She asked fearfully.
"Guess what I got to hear today, bitch," he said coldly. Manuela tried in every way to rethink what had happened from the day before until that moment, but she couldn't really imagine what Depoulos could be talking about. - I ... I don't know ... sir ...
- They told me that Storace was using your computer this morning, and when you arrived you told him to log off and let you work.
Storace was a retired accountant who had long been in strong friction with her. There he treated with contempt and took every opportunity to put her in a bad light or create problems for her at work. He seemed to be obsessed with the idea that beautiful girls make careers too easily. He even went so far as to insult her. He and Manuela had argued a few months earlier when Storace, talking to someone about a promotion he had waited in vain for a year, had added "clearly I don't have this!" patting her on the buttocks; and this in front of many people, some friends of Manuela and even strangers. She went on a rampage, slapped him and yelled in his face. Since then, there was always tension when she and Storace were in the same room.
- Then?
Manuela nodded. He did not understand. - Yes, sir ... it's true ...
- Do you think you have the right to do this?
The girl was confused. - I ... well ... I needed my computer to work, and ... there wasn't ...
Depoulos interrupted her with a gesture. "Okay, you don't understand," he said. She snapped her fingers, then pointing to Manuela's skirt. - Show me your pussy.
Manuela started. Here, it was happening. A rrossendo, took the hem of the skirt, and lifted, for uncovering Depoulos. He spread his legs slightly. Her sex was shaved, smooth and sexy. Depoulos looked at him smugly, then looked up at her.
- Come closer.
Manuela blushed and took a few steps forward. At a new nod from the man, she walked around the desk, and stopped in front of him, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment and fear.
- Watch me.
She rolled her eyes. Depoulos brought a hand to Manuela's sex and grasped her labia majora, one between the thumb and forefinger and the other between the index and middle fingers. He began to pull them down as he spoke. Manuela shivered.
- You have no rights to your new position in this company. You have no right to tell anyone to do or not do something.
Manuela moaned weakly as he pulled harder. He began to bend his knees.
- You have no right to protest if someone uses your things, or gives you a pat on the ass at the coffee break ... - Depoulos' gray eyes probed Manuela's reaction to this sentence, before he continued: - and not even if anyone he spits on your desk or spits in your face. You have to accept all these things because you are the last link in the chain and you deserve to be. Is that clear to you?
"Yes, sir," she replied . He pulled the lips of her vulva even harder, forcing her to bend her legs. Manuela knelt, and Depoulos let go.
"Look at me," Depoulos said again, and hit her with a slap in the face. Manuela groaned. - Keep your whore legs WIDE OPEN. You don't even have to ask. ALWAYS open pussy when in front of your master.
- Yes ... Mr. Depoulos ... master ... - she murmured, opening her legs.
- Open it with two hands.
She murmured again "yes, sir ..." She felt the air conditioning on naked sex ... she put her hands between her thighs, taking her labia majora and gently opening them for him. Depoulos took a cigarette and lit it, continuing to stare into her eyes.
- Jerk off. And open your mouth.
Manuela obeyed, starting to rub her clitoris with her fingers and opening her lips.
- I will decide how to disseminate this information, but you are already the company slave from this moment .
Depoulos leaned forward, and spat in her mouth. Manuela closed her eyes only for a moment in surprise. It tasted of smoke and rot ... it was disgusting ... He stood still, not knowing what to do .. Should he swallow it?
- Tongue out.
Manuela stuck out her tongue, feeling Depoulos' lump of saliva slide into her mouth. The man took a drag on his cigarette and then dropped the ash on the girl's tongue. Manuela remained still, continuing to masturbate.
Have you ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?
She nodded no.
Depoulos nodded. - You have a slutty soft ass ... and you are a slut ... your boyfriends must have all been freaks if they never opened it to you.
As he spoke, Depoulos began to feel and squeeze Manuela's breasts through her blouse. Manuela blushed even more. There was something humiliating even in that gesture ... because Depoulos did it without any particular involvement, in an idle way, just to do something ... He dropped more ash on Manuela's tongue, and spat on it again.
- Take it down.
Manuela felt a tear running down her cheek… The taste was terrible… she tried not to throw up as she swallowed that horrible mix of ash and saliva.
- Maybe if I get Storace to deflower your ass as a punishment for what you did this will help make you understand how little you are worth. What do you think?
Manuela hesitated. For a moment he wanted to beg. But Depoulos's gaze frightened her ... she was waiting for an answer, and she had the impression that he was waiting for his mistake to punish her. And then he understood, and blushed as he replied: - yes ... yes sir ... - he hastened to say, - thank you sir ... you will help me understand ...
- Do you deserve to be buggered by Storace as a punishment for your arrogance?
- I ... I don't know ... I'm not sure I deserve it ... sir ... but I have to be punished ...
Manuela was terrified… Raped by Storace? She couldn't even imagine it… that terrible man… hateful… And then… what did it mean, did Depoulos really intend to make it available to all his colleagues in the office? It couldn't be ... Maybe he just wanted to humiliate her ... Maybe it was a bluff ... It had to be ...
He felt his blood run cold when he saw Depoulos pick up the receiver and dial a short extension number. - Storace? Come to my office in half an hour. Miss Rossi would like to apologize for her behavior today.
"Done," Depoulos said, putting down. He looked back at the kneeling girl, her eyes full of tears from what had just happened, yet still masturbating in front of him.
- When was the last time you were spanking, slut? At what age?
- I think ... fifteen ... or sixteen, sir.
- What did you do?
- I ... I was ... caught touching me sir.
- How are you doing now, - Depoulos nodded, glancing at the hand with which Manuela was rubbing her sex. The girl blushed, understanding the meaning of that look. The man put his hands between Manuela's thighs, and easily slipped two fingers into her vagina. They slipped inside almost sucked into the girl's sex.
- No, I wouldn't say you learned your lesson. You're still the same eager slut you were at sixteen. It will mean that now we are going to warm up your slut ass to prepare it for Storace.
The man stood up, and grabbed her by the hair. Manuela just had time to get up from the ground, moaning in pain… he brutally dragged her to the opposite side of the desk, and made her bend to ninety, bust on the glass top; he crushed her head down, making her rest her cheek as well. Then, he got behind her. Manuela was too dazed to do anything… she waited, motionless, her hands resting on the desk on either side of her torso.
Depoulos lifted her skirt, and gave two slaps on the inside of her thighs. "I already told you that whores keep their legs WIDE OPEN," he said angrily. Manuela felt her heart begin to beat madly with fear… No… she didn't have to make him angry… She quickly spread her legs wide. - I'm sorry sir ... - he murmured.
He gave her a violent slap on the ass, with a snap that echoed in the room, followed by a faint moan from Manuela.
Haven't you learned anything yet, bitch? He said, leaning forward towards her face, and grabbing and shaking her buttock violently as he spoke to her. "First of all, if you have to apologize, it's too late," he told her. - It means that you have already made a mistake, and you will be punished. He spat in her face on the cheek. Second, I like to hurt you and my punishments are always very, very painful. So you should put a lot more effort into trying not to make mistakes.
- Yes ... sir ... I'm sorry ... I'll try harder ...
- Sure, you will learn over time, do not worry, by dint of punishments - he continued. He brought his hand to Manuela's sex, and patted her labia with his index finger twice. - Open the ashtray, I have to turn it off, bitch.
The girl suddenly realized what Depoulos was going to do, and her heart pounded. He wanted to scream and beg, but he was too afraid. She put her hands between her legs, and opened the sex. Depoulos took a last puff of his cigarette, and leaned forward, placing his mouth against the girl's open and exposed vagina, and blowing the still-hot smoke into her. Manuela narrowed her eyes ... it burned ... Depoulos pulled her mouth away, and Manuela felt the much more intense heat of the embers approaching her flesh ... she gritted her teeth and let out a moan with her mouth closed as he pushed the cigarette into her vagina, turning it off on her moods ... She felt her knees about to give way ...
He could not believe the cruelty of that man ... He saw Depoulos's hand dropping the extinguished butt into the ashtray next to his face, he felt a new violent slap on the buttocks ... no other comment. Manuela was sobbing ... she felt canceled out ... crushed ...
- Now listen carefully, bitch. When Mr. Storace comes in, I want you to be very seductive. I want you to swing your little ass like a dog in heat, rubbing your clitoris ... - Another violent slap, on the other buttock, another moan ...
- You'll beg him to forgive you for your rudeness and beg him to punish you by fucking your ass.
Another violent slap on the bare buttocks.
- Are you listening to me bitch? I can not hear you.
- Yes ... sir ... - she murmured, sobbing. “I heard… sir…” Her cheek was still resting on the desk, tears streaming down the glass surface.
- It will be a beautiful scene ... - Depoulos continued, underlining each sentence with a new violent slap on the buttocks of Manuela. - Storace could be your father ... you know what whore? I want you to call him "dad" when you address him.
- Yes ... sir ... - she murmured again.
"I'm going to keep the recording," Depoulos said, nodding to the security cameras placed in the room. - And I want those who see the video to think that you are really the daughter of the pig who is enjoying your virgin ass.
Manuela replied again "yes, sir", her voice trembling more than usual. She was terrified and humiliated, and for more than one reason. What she said was true… no man had ever penetrated her behind, and the idea that the first to do so was a disgusting and detestable person like Storace destroyed her… but it wasn't just that. Secretly, for some time Manuela had been taking pleasure in penetrating behind some objects ... a deodorant ... a lipstick ... in some cases even something bigger, like a courgette ... it was an intimate thing, only hers, of which she was ashamed.
A new pat on the buttocks brought her back to the present. Depoulos was beating her harder each time.
- You will masturbate all the time while he buggers you, you will move on his cock, you will take it as deep as you can ... but you cannot cum.
- Yes, sir…
Depoulos gave her two more violent slaps on the buttocks, and then again grabbed her vagina lips between his fingers, pulling them.
"I'm very serious about the" dad "thing, bitch," he said. - If you are wrong and you call him by his real name, or "sir", or in any other way, I will invent the most terrible punishment you can imagine. I will make you regret being born. You understood well?
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Manuela realized the spectacle she offered to anyone who entered ... the open pussy, the red buttocks from the spanking suffered ...
"I am Storace, Monsieur Depoulos," was heard from outside.
Depoulos bent over her, continuing to pull the labia majora of the girl as he spoke in her ear: - when I speak of severe punishments, I'm not kidding. If you forget even once to call Storace "dad", the harm I will do to you will be more than you can bear. So for your own sake, I recommend that you immediately start thinking that your father is the one outside the door.
- Yes… sir… - Manuela murmured. - I understand ... sir ...
He got up, and gave her one last violent slap on the bare buttocks. - Let's go on stage, daddy's slut. Storace, come in!
The door opened, and Storace entered, remaining for a moment almost paralyzed with amazement at what was in front of his eyes. As soon as he realized he quickly closed the door behind him. - Here I am…! He said then, with a perverse smile painted on his face. - Someone owes me an apology?
Depoulos smiled, looking at Manuela.
Despite herself, the girl began to do what she had to do. He started swinging his buttocks, bringing his hand to the still sore vagina and beginning to open and rub it with his fingers in the most obscene way he was capable of, offering that lousy man, whom he hated, a shameful and humiliating sight ... and he began to beg ...
- Dad ... please dad ... I'm sorry I was arrogant ... I ... I have to be punished dad ...
Manuela felt herself sinking. She found it so hard to call that old pig "dad" ... and that frightened her. She surrendered to Depoulos' will ... She began to imagine that her father really was behind her. And it continued to sink ...
- I'm begging you dad ... I'm begging you put it in my ass ... as punishment ... fuck my ass please dad ...
Storace looked at Depoulos uncertainly. "Daddy's slut is big enough to be deflowered in the back too," Depoulos said. - Sit down, Storace.
Storace grinned in disbelief, and approached the beautiful helpless girl. He let his gaze wander over her inviting body, her beautiful buttocks reddened by an evident recent spanking, her vagina just as red and swollen, her thighs shiny with moods ... She put her hands to Manuela's buttocks, starting to feel the soft flesh of the girl with gusto. She had rather long nails for a man, and she enjoyed digging them into Manuela's aching skin. It was evident that the man was taking away a satisfaction, and that he wanted to take it easy.
- You've finally been put in your place, you arrogant whore, haven't you? - he said, touching and torturing her with his hands and nails.
Manuela was sobbing ... - Please dad ... - in spite of herself, she continued to sway her hips, meeting Storace's groping, sensually sliding her buttocks into his hands - please dad ... take the ass of your little slut ... use me as the eager whore that I am… my dad's whore… please dad….!
Storace was laughing ... now he was touching her thighs, her buttocks, he had put his hands between her thighs ... he was exercising his power, he wanted to make her feel how helpless and defenseless she was ...
Manuela felt the "zip" of a zipper lowering, and closed her eyes, remaining waiting ... she felt the contact of the man's member that leaned between her buttocks, and then slid forward to touch her vagina ... hot, hard ... big ... She found even more hateful the idea that that pig Storace was so well endowed ... that he could exercise that form of animal power over her, of "filling" her with such a powerful member ...
Storace began to move his member with slow circular movements ... Manuela felt the man's glans pushing against her labia, opening them, rubbing against her clitoris ... sliding back and forth between her buttocks ... she felt it slide back, position yourself to penetrate it… and stop. Storace's hands still squeezed her buttocks. - Bitch, - said the man, - put it in the ass alone. Guide it with your little hands, come on.
- Yes, dad ... - she replied, putting her hand between her thighs and finding Storace's gnarled member. Trembling and biting his lip, he repeated the gesture he had sometimes made with some toy, in the intimacy of his room ... he accompanied the man's member to his anus ... he felt the warm glans against his hole ... - yes ... dad ... take me the ass ... - he began to stammer, holding the member of Storace against his anus and pushing back with his hips.
He let her humiliate herself by slipping it inside herself, and as soon as the glans was penetrated, he squeezed her buttocks with even greater violence and pushed hard, penetrating her deeply, a violent thrust to the root ... Manuela felt his testicles heavy and hot men banging against her buttocks.
- Oh…. thanks… thanks dad…. He murmured, crying. Although not exactly a virgin, the size of Storace's member, the fact that it was not lubricated at all, the violence of the thrust, were enough to make her feel real pain. Storace started to fuck her violently, causing her to slam painfully against the desk with each thrust ...
Meanwhile Depoulos had sat down again, and was observing the scene with satisfaction. - So, Storace, can this be enough as a punishment for this slut's arrogance?
Storace slowed down to answer his director, but without stopping to fuck Manuela. "Actually," he said, "I have another request, if I can afford it."
Depoulos motioned for Storace to sit down.
"This bitch is very proud of those big cow tits she gets," said Storace. - He throws them in the face of his elderly colleagues thinking he can get all kinds of favors ...
"I understand," Depoulos said. - How would you like to punish them?
- What's over there in the corner is a kettle? Replied Storace.
The girl heard the two men laughing. There hadn't even been a need for an answer, they had already understood each other. Manuela opened her eyes wide, terrified. She saw Depoulos getting up to fetch the kettle, and at the same moment Storace bent over her, grabbing her by the hair to whisper in her ear: - you and I have a little secret, don't we, bitch with a screwed ass? I think you told Depoulos you're a virgin back here or am I wrong? if you don't want me to tell him what I know, don't let me hear even a moan ... not even a breath ... do you understand?
Manuela nodded silently. Storace smiled, and still holding her by the hair and with his member firmly planted inside her, he made her lift the bust of the desk. - Open your shirt, bitch. - Depoulos was back; he put the steaming kettle on the desk next to the girl. She glanced at Manuela who was beginning to undo her buttons, embarrassed by her trembling hands, and intervened. - Leave it to me, you idiot, - he said, grabbing the edges of the girl's shirt and tearing off all the buttons with a sharp gesture. Then, he sat back down to enjoy the scene.
Storace took the kettle. - Hands behind your back, bitch, - he told her. Manuela obeyed, bringing her hands behind her, and muttering a very faint "yes, dad". Storace pulled her hair harder to force her to arch her back and push out her beautiful naked breasts ... Then, she began to tilt the kettle, very slowly, until a first thin stream of steaming water began to descend ... directly on her breasts by Manuela. The girl clenched her fists and eyes, all the muscles in tension, trying with all her might not to moan ... Storace let that thin jet fall for a while, while starting to push back and forth in Manuela's anus ... he moved the kettle, made a new trickle of water fall on the other breast ... Manuela was panting silently, writhing weakly ... and in the meantime, in spite of herself, unconsciously, she tried to serve the member of her tormentor, move her hips to make him enjoy ...
Storace was continuing to torture her, torture her and fuck her, and the jets of water were getting closer and closer to the nipples ... every now and then the water returned to fall in a place from the skin already scalded previously, and Manuela had the impression of fainting for the pain ... Even when he started pouring steaming water over her nipples, at the same time increasing the violence with which he was banging her, she had the impression that she would go mad, that she couldn't resist all that pain ... resist in silence ...
Storace had approached her ear, she heard him whisper - you are very good ... let's see how you manage if we mean it.
Manuela opened her eyes, alarmed, trying to understand what would happen; he could not see through his tears well, but he realized that Storace had put the kettle on the table, and that he had unscrewed the cap ...
Manuela looked at him imploringly ... she couldn't do this to her ... she felt Storace grab both breasts, squeezing them against each other ... increasing the force with which he was fucking her ass ... and pushing them into the mouth of the kettle ...
It was too much ... without even realizing it, Manuela began to scream, desperate, tears running down her cheeks ... her legs giving way ... and at the same moment she felt Storace's semen splashing deep in her intestine, abundant, hot ... and she felt a warm sensation between her legs ... no ... she could not come ... at that moment when she was unable to understand anything, but she remembered her master's order ... Storace emptied herself completely inside her, and only when he was satisfied he took her breasts from the kettle.
Manuela slumped on the desk, sore and panting, while Storace slipped his member from her anus. The girl waited for Storace to keep his promise ... and reveal his "secret" to Depoulos ... but the man just wiped the member in Manuela's skirt. When their eyes met for a moment, he gave her a strange malicious smile, as if to say "we'll talk about it ..."
"Storace, you can go," Depoulos said. - Bitch, don't you have to tell Dad anything?
Manuela was panting, her heart in her throat for fear of what Storace might reveal, the pain that still shook her body. - Thank you… thank you dad… - she sobbed. - Thank you ... for punishing me ...
Storace gave her one last violent slap on the red buttocks. "Whenever you want, bitch," he said. - See you around. He nodded thanks to Depoulos, and left the room.
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"Get up, bitch," Depoulos said when Storace was gone. Manuela struggled to her feet. The makeup was now completely undone by crying. She was shaking visibly, and her breasts were red from burns. He kept his eyes down, making sure his legs were wide apart.
Depoulos looked at her. "You're not quite the good girl you pretend to be," she said. He gestured to Manuela's spread thighs. - You got semen running out of your ass, bitch. Pick it up.
Manuela obeyed, bringing a hand between her thighs. She felt the liquid dripping onto her palm, picked it up with her fingers.
- Do your breasts hurt?
- Yes, sir ... so much ... sir ...
- Spread Daddy's cum on it.
The girl swallowed, and obeyed, starting to caress her breasts with the hand with which she had collected Storace's sperm. He bit his lip in pain. Depoulos seemed to enjoy the show very much.
- The nipples look very red.
- They hurt me very badly ... sir ...
Depoulos opened a desk drawer. He took two pegs for documents, and threw them on the desk. - Put a clip on each nipple. You will keep them all day.
- Yes… sir… thank you… - she murmured. He applied the clips to his nipples… looking at Depoulos… and he was careful to fix them in the most painful way possible, to please him, so that they bite into the most tender and sore flesh.
- You wanna drink my cum now, bitch?
- Yes ... sir ... - she replied in a whisper. - Please…
- Do you remember what I explained to you, you must deserve it.
- Yes, sir…
- For today I'll give you some advice on how to do it. But later you'll have to use your imagination to get me to use your cocksucker mouth.
- Yes, sir…
"Lie down here on the ground at my feet," Depoulos said, nodding. - Back to the ground, knees raised and open. Hold them open with your hands.
Manuela wiped away her tears. It wasn't over yet ... How could it not be over yet? She couldn't bear so much… she was exhausted… destroyed… But she got down on the ground, as requested by Depoulos, her legs spread, her knees raised…
Depoulos took a heavy ruler. - That's the position you have to get into if you want me to hit your cunt with this, - he said, swinging the object. - It's a good position to start begging me to give you my cum. Hitting your pussy makes me hard, and increases your chances of drinking my cum.
- Yes ... sir ... I understand ...
- But I don't take orders from you, it's not enough to put yourself in position for me to use the ruler. You have to ask.
Manuela felt new tears streaming down her cheeks, as she almost unconsciously spread her legs more, opening her sex completely. - Please ... sir ... please ... hit me ... hit my cunt ... with the ruler sir ...
Depoulos remained impassive, giving her a first, sharp blow on her naked vagina, flat, with the ruler. - Choose better words if you want me to continue. Humiliate your cunt.
Manuela groaned in pain; he had started to tremble again. Choose the words? She could hardly think, with pain in her nipples, breasts, buttocks ...
- Please ... please ... - she began again, - I beg her master ... continue ... hit my dirty cunt ... my dirty bitch cunt ... master ...
Depoulos watched her in silence. He hit her again, harder. - Keep begging. I don't have it hard yet.
- Please ... hit my again ... my cum cunt ... my filthy ... fat cunt of eager bitch ... master ... I beg you .... !!!
Depoulos hit her again, two, three, four times. Then he put the ruler away.
- I am not convinced that you are sincerely humiliated, - said Depoulos. - We see. If I told you to pick up the shit I shit and put it in your cunt, would that be an appropriate use of your hole, Manuela?
- Y ... yes sir ... - she cried, - yes ... my pussy deserves to be filled with shit ... master ... it's a dirty slutty pussy ... it deserves to be filled with shit and piss ...
- Good. Do you think my dog would enjoy fucking your pussy, Manuela?
Manuela turned pale. He had no idea if these threats were just to humiliate her ... or if Depoulos could really have those intentions ... - I ... yes ... I hope so ... sir ... I hope he would like ... my pussy ... sir ... like that ... of any bitch ...
Depoulos smiled. - Jerk off. One hand.
Manuela nodded, and put her hand between her thighs, starting to rub her clitoris.
- Now Manuela, the thing that interests me most to hear from you, is if you would like to be fucked deeply by my dog, and filled with his sperm. How do you think you would feel?
Once again Manuela swallowed hard. Another step ... - Yes ... yes ... sir ... I would like ... I would be honored to be fucked by your dog ... and to receive his sperm ... master ...
He just hoped it was just words.
- Take your clit between your fingers and pull it while you imagine being fucked by my dog in front of dad. Your real dad.
She obeyed. She really imagined the scene Depoulos had ordered her to imagine; she was too scared to disobey even in thought. And he had to resist because he knew he couldn't come ... Not without authorization ...
- You wanna ask me to come, bitch?
Manuela forced herself to answer no. He wanted to answer no. He couldn't accept it all ... He had to say no. - Yes ... yes master please ... can I come ... master ... please ... can I?
"No," Depoulos replied. - You can undo my pants now. On your knees.
She got down on her knees, still with her legs apart. He brought his trembling hands to Depoulos's fly. Her cheeks were on fire, they burned more than her breasts and vagina. He pulled the zip down. He looked at his master. He made a gesture of agreement. She pulled it out… it was hard and hot.
"Now start masturbating while I explain a couple more things to you," he said.
Manuela nodded, starting to masturbate him in silence.
- If you can drink my cum, this will be the second time you drink it this week. Remember you still have three left this week.
- Yes, sir…
- Today I made it easy for you but from now on I will prefer to cum on your tits, in the ass, in your pussy ... you will have to be very convincing to be able to quench my cock.
- Yes ... sir ... thank you ... sir ..
- And since maybe you think that the punishment if you don't succeed cannot be worse than what I already give you every day, I would like to clarify this point. I'll tell you what the first level of punishment will be. That is the punishment you will get the first time you fail to drink all your weekly sperm rations.
Manuela swallowed, looking at Depoulos with fear in her eyes.
- You will be tied up in the men's room for two weeks. And I mean night and day. You will tell your family that you are traveling for work. For two weeks, you won't be able to eat anything but what you get like human toilet, shit and piss. I am speaking seriously. You understood well?
"Yes, master," she murmured.
- You can take it in your mouth now. Get busy because if I get bored for just one moment I'll turn you around and stick it in your ass, and you can say goodbye to your drink.
Manuela murmured "thank you sir" and began to serve the member of her tormentor with her mouth. She sucked it with devotion, in the most sensual and obscene way she could, licking it, taking it in the throat ... Depoulos relaxed and let her do it ... Manuela continued to suck as if she wanted Depoulos sperm more than anything else in the world ... which it was somehow true ... he licked and sucked his testicles, pushed his tongue to the perineum, tried in every way to excite him ... he took it back between his lips ...
And finally Depoulos came, squirting numerous jets of sperm into her mouth.
"Don't swallow," Depoulos told her.
Manuela couldn't believe it. He stood still, looking at his master.
Depoulos put his foot between her thighs.
- I authorize you to come. You will only be able to swallow it at the precise moment you come.
Manuela blushed ... and began to rub her vagina on Depoulos's shoe ... and the most humiliating thing was that it took her a few seconds ... she came intensely, sobbing, as she swallowed her second weekly ration ..
- Thank you ... thank you master ... - he cried, when he caught his breath.
- Now get dressed, as much as you can, and go to work.
Manuela nodded. She got up, lowered her skirt ... There were only two buttons left of the blouse, the others had come off when Depoulos had torn it from her. She buttoned them up ... There remained an obscene cleavage that showed most of her bare breasts ...
- Thank you… sir… - he murmured once again. She headed for the door, tears starting to gush again from the unbearable pain that the forceps gave her burned nipples… She stopped at the door, turned to her manager, and murmured once more "thank you…" as she left.
Thanks ... she realized that she was already what Depoulos wanted from her ... a slave ... a slave ready to thank if her master raped her ... he tortured her ... he humiliated her ... because in that way the master was teaching her who he really was ...
She realized she was still wet between her legs ... she ran into the bathroom, shut herself in, knelt on the ground and burst into tears in despair.
Story by PROFWHIP
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