This is a work of fiction, the sole intention of which is to titillate. All characters are 25 . None of this is morally acceptable in real life. Don't mistake it.

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I wake that morning with a rather difficult erection. "Martina!" Damn woman isn't in yet. They say the best help comes from the Eastern European states but Martina has been quite a chore. Breaking her in was far more of a process than previous housekeepers, but she's nice and pliable now - when she's present. "Martina!"

Pushing aside my silk sheets I step out of bed and scowl at my jutting cock. "Later." I give myself a slap and begin to get dressed. Early meeting today with some major clients and then its dealing with the plebs all day.

I notice my clothes from yesterday are still on the floor near the bathroom door. Martina shirking her duties once more. I walk into the kitchen and make myself an expresso, setting a mental note to get the crop out when I get home from work. Martina may be nearing the end of her usefulness. They always get ideas about citizenship eventually. Maybe tonight will be the end of her employment, we'll see how the day goes.

Suitably enlivened by caffeine I make my way to the elevator and down to the garage, where my BMW M8 Competition Convertible waits for me. The drive to work is a pleasure as always. Tamsin at the door tries very hard to welcome me which is amusing - she's black, and I know she hates me. "Good morning Tamsin. Those pants are very becoming on you." I sweep past, her in the uniform she wears every day and the scowl I tease out of her every day. Straight into a meeting room, where my first two hours are wasted fluffing the egos of fat merchants in bad suits.

Then finally, my office. I sit in my fine leather chair behind my large wooden desk. Here, I can breathe. The desk smells of the wood oil my assistant rubs into it every week. The leather smells of leather. All is quiet. I take a deep, sniffing breath and pull out my laptop. Once it boots it automatically connects to a VPN chain and loads the camera feeds.

Rebecca is still trying to get out of the ropes. She seems to have made a little headway, but the chair leg I inserted into her is definitely hampering her progress. I focus on her pained writhing for some moments, filing the memory of her tears away for later.

Hermione must be exhausted, she's now fully resting on both shafts. Last time I looked in on her she was still holding her holes above the thrusting machine, now they're both fully embedded and she seems to have adapted to the rhythm. I might have to personally check in on her later should today prove fruitless, she seems perfectly abject.

Martina! I laugh at myself as I remember last night. Time to look for a new housekeeper then. Jeremy said he had a line on a new agency, I remind myself to call him later.

I return my focus to Hermione as she rides. Her face is slack with the hundreds of compelled orgasms she must have had by now. Each buck of the machine curls her lip in that combination of pleasure, humiliation and pain I love so well. I feel myself through my tailored suit and imagine imposing on her further with my cock in her mouth. Letting the machine drive her face onto my cock over and over, relentless.

The desk buzzes and the stammering voice of my assistant Elizabeth announces my first client of the day. I employed the very acceptable Beth personally. Her demeanour in the interview suggested a certain desperation which I immediately took advantage of. As it turns out, her husband is paralysed in some way so she adapted very well to my favoured routine having been deprived for some time. She still feels shame though so I am yet to tire of her. "Mrs Torrance is here Mr Ackworth."

"Send her in Beth, thank you." I push back a panel on my desk to reveal a host of programmable buttons. Press the intercom again. "Oh, Beth?" I press a button.

"Yes? Mr Ackw-orth?"

"Please ask Mrs Torrance if she would like tea or coffee." I keep the channel open and my finger on the button and listen to Beth, both her holes plugged with vibrating remotes, try to maintain her self-control while offering Mrs Torrance refreshments. It doesn't go well. Mrs Torrance enters my office already off-balance, unsure of the meaning of Beth's intense stare and undue passion when offering tea.

"Mrs Torrance. Please take a seat." I stand and gesture to the leather couch set in the corner. I make no effort to hide the obvious tent my cock is causing in my pants. I watch her eyes flick to my bulge and to the couch and back to me and my friendly smile. Her very English sensibilities force her to gloss over any bumps and my smile gives her back some confidence, she takes a seat on one of the two armchairs. I move the other to face her and sit, smiling.

"Mrs Torrance. Welcome. What is it that I can do for you?" I twitch my cock to see if she notices. Her eyes flicker but I am not sure. "Mr Ackworth. As you know, my husband has been a major client of this bank for over twenty years. Our holdings may have decreased in recent years but still represent..." I listen to her prepared speech, bored from the first word. I use the time to leer obviously at her breasts and legs. She is a tall, slim woman. Her breasts are not large but suit her frame. She fiddles her long artistic fingers in her lap and I come to a quick decision.

Interrupting, I say "Yes Mrs Torrance I absolutely understand." I smile condescendingly at her as she looks up at me, somewhat taken aback at having her spiel interrupted. "Due to your husband's accident you have no current income. And due to your recent stock losses you have no interest income. Yet you are beholden to this bank for a total well into seven figures. I absolutely understand.

"I wonder though, if you quite understand the terms of the consolidation loan. As that loan was created as a part of a debt recovery process itself, the account cannot be put into arrears, it may only be executed. That is, if you miss a single payment, this bank will immediately foreclose and begin recovery proceedings." I stand and begin to pace with my hands grasped behind my back, I find it easier to lie while walking.

Mrs Torrance watches as I pace and I see she does not appear as frightened by her supposed predicament as I might have expected. In fact, I believe that is a calculating look. I trust in the fact that it would take a PhD in Finance to understand the terms of even this bank's simplest loans - I don't fully understand them myself, to me they are things to be wielded like a knife or cudgel - and the fact that the Torrance family is truly deep in near insurmountable debt. The terms of the loan are onerous but not illegal or in fact insurmountable. Actually this meeting is wholly unnecessary, yet Mrs Torrance has come ready to beg and I plan to take full advantage. I bring my story of Torrance woe to its conclusion and sit facing her again.

"So you see Mrs Torrance, whilst I fully understand your predicament, I do, what you are asking me to do is to break all the rules of this bank! It would put me in a very compromised position, as I'm sure you understand." I cease talking and stare and smile, hands steepled. The way her hair falls in waves around her head is rather becoming now that I take a closer look. It rests upon the light scarf she wears atop a peach, silken blouse which is tucked into a matching pleated skirt which hangs above brown leather riding boots that cover her ankles. I return my gaze to her calculating face, now a furry of concentration worries her brow.

"Mr Ackworth while I understand your position there must be something we can do. Could we liquidate our foreign stock perhaps? There are some holdings in..." I give her a few moments to ramble out her last arguments, her eyes beseeching mine, searching vainly for some shared humanity. I nod with obviously feigned compassion and eventually interrupt her again.

"Unfortunately your current stock holdings do not begin to cover the first payment. No Mrs Torrance, I am afraid that in order to help you I would have to risk my position," at this I stand, putting my obvious erection a foot away from her face. I grip myself through my trousers and look into her eyes. "And I have no incentive to do so. Do I?" I begin to jerk myself, while looking at her with a fake smile. She pulls back and her eyes widen, a wind of outrage flows over her face and disappears, and the calculation returns - my god, I think this woman may have factored something like this into her plans! This is perfect.

I watch her instinctive recoil relax, see resignation and some kind of determination flash her features, and she sits forward on her chair with her hands in her lap and her eyes downcast.

"I see. You're saying you require an incentive." She looks up at me into my eyes, pretending submission. She thinks she can take me on her own terms, not mine. She thinks she can pander to my silly male urges and leave with her self intact, her dignity unsullied, victorious, in fact, over the lesser, and so easily amused sex. She looks up at me over my slow jerking.

"Yes," I say, my face now openly sarcastic. "An incentive." I give my dick one final flourish and put my hands on my hips. I see her final decision.

"Well Mr Ackworth, I can provide some incentive I'm sure." She reaches for my fly.

I slap her hard across the face. She falls back in the chair, her hands resting on its arms. Her left cheek reddens with my handprint as I look at her with contempt and she looks at me in shock.

"What do you think you're doing you little slut? Did I say you could touch me?" Her mouth works fruitlessly, pain, shock and confusion rendering her helpless. "You think I need this from you?" I grab her head and slam it into my tented trousers, and again, and again. I grip her jaw and force her mouth open with two fingers, and thrust the cloaked head of my cock inside, and again, and again. "You think it's this easy?" I hold her down on my crotch, her mouth full of worsted wool. Only now does she make sounds of complaint. I release her and throw her back onto her chair in the same motion and then I sit down myself. I look at her with an angry disappointment. She looks at me, outraged and confused. Her eyes well slightly and are then lit by an angry fire. She stands and turns to leave.

"SIT down Mrs Torrance."

She freezes.

"I said I require an incentive. I did not tell you what that incentive might be. I apologise. Please sit down." She remains standing. "Mrs Torrance, please sit down." She turns and looks at me for a moment with tears in her eyes and then she sits down. She looks at me with anger and hurt and vulnerability and I love her for a moment.

"You don't need to... um. Touch me, Mrs Torrance. I did not ask for that and I'm sorry you thought I did."

This implausible attempt at reconciliation confuses her further and I see she begins to question her own actions.

"I also apologise Mr Torrance. I don't know.. I don't know what came over me."

"That's quite alright." I return some contempt to my voice and face and lock with her eyes. Silence is the best sales technique there is. I watch her summon the courage to ask a question.

"Well then Mr Ackworth," some semblance of normality returns to her voice. "What incentive do you require?"

"I'm glad you asked Mrs Torrance!" I leap to my feet and yank her to her feet and throw her heavily onto the couch, stand over her smiling.

"Take off your skirt!" I smile.

"Take off my-" I slap her hard across the right cheek this time.

"Take off your fucking skirt you whore. Take it off now." I slap her again. "Take off your fucking skirt." I push controlled anger into my voice and it works. She hurries to obey, yanking at the arcane tangle of cords that holds up her skirt. I stand over her as she finishes untying and, looking up at me for some kind of confirmation with a delicious fear in her eyes, pulls down her skirt. She does it slowly, warily, and her fear is sensuous. The skirt stops just above her knees.

"I said take it off Mrs Torrance." I push one chair aside and the other to face the couch and sit, smiling broadly. "All the way off." I rest my left hand on my leg and grip myself with the other, and smile at the growing fear that keeps Mrs Torrance in her peach blouse locked to my eyes as she leans all the way over to push her skirt down around her ankles. I tilt my head as she leans back on the couch, legs pressed together - for a moment I experience a violent urge to slap her and keep on slapping until she learns to open her legs properly. I would make of this stately woman a whore. Instead I let my smile dissolve into a scowl.

"What are you doing?" My vehemence makes her recoil and her hands move to protect her panties. "Open your legs." She doesn't move and she doesn't look at me, but I watch her face and see her clearly. She thought she would always be in control and now that that control has been taken away from her she does not know how to act. Her acquiescence was decided before she left her home, she simply failed to consider all the potentialities, and now here she is. Already committed to transgressing her usual boundaries, she finds herself pushed beyond those into the deep discomfort I so desire. Without looking at me, she slowly moves her knees apart, hands still clutched protectively between her legs.

I lean back in my chair with loosely splayed legs and rub myself roughly over my pants. "Mrs Torrance. I want you to put your right hand in your mouth. Now." My tone is enough to compel, her eyes fly to mine and her hand flies to her mouth and she half-heartedly bites her knuckles. "Not like that. Extend your fingers. That's right. Down your throat." She watches me as her hand slowly unfolds to point into her mouth. "Excellent. Now. Choke on it."

For a moment she pretends not to know what I am saying but my contemptuous stare dissolves her resolve. She pushed her hand further into her mouth and makes a choking noise, her eyes seeking mine for approval. I smile nicely, perfomatively expectantly. She makes the same noise and I am immediately incensed at her dissembling. My smile twists and I leap to my feet. Gripping the back of her head with my left and with my right hand the base of my trousered cock I push myself again into her face as hard as I can. Standing back, I grab her wrist and push her hand further into her throat until I cannot see her knuckles. I finally hear her choke satisfyingly.

I let her go and watch as she pulls stringy saliva out of her throat with her fingers and coughs and splutters. Before she can fully recover I yank at her panties, trying to rip them down the middle. That fails so I just pull them off her roughly, bringing her with them a little, leaving her splayed backwards on the couch. I sit down quickly.

"Now Mrs Torrance," I smile and then scowl. "Fuck yourself."

Mrs Torrance cannot control the sob of understanding as she pointlessly asks, "What?" I simply watch her, and return the smile slowly to my face. She cannot look away from me as she moves her hand to her exposed pussy. For a moment she simply covers it with her hand but with another heavy indrawn breath she pulls three fingers back to her thumb and with the fourth she vaguely touches herself. I give her an encouraging look. She moves without care, without thought, without intention, a pathetic, primitive gesture. She rubs without rubbing, touches without touching. "Mrs Torrance, you're not listening to me. I said fuck yourself. What are you doing?"

She whimpers and moves her hand more vigorously yet still aimless. Her whimpers are the beginning of sobs, and it's far too soon for that.

"Mrs Torrance," I say, low and venomous, "If I were to fuck you," I stand and step deliberately toward her. "If I were to fuck you Mrs Torrance." With each step her face lifts higher to keep my eyes. Again I grab her head and force her down onto me. "If I were to fuck you Mrs Torrance," and I fuck her face with the blunt of my pants for a few seconds. "Do you think this cock," and I pull back to frame my bulge with my hand for a moment before yanking her head forward onto it again. "This cock," and I let her go for a moment before grabbing her by the throat. "Would waste its time with this?" and I grab her hand and wave it stupidly over her thighs. "Do you?" I push her hand between her legs and make the base of her palm ride rough over her clit and she makes a sound I cannot describe - it contains her determination and her strength, her commitment, the certainty of her decisions and the fortitude to suffer any consequences, and the ruin of all those things, as an unknown pleasure opens an unwilling part of her and she capitulates to the pure sensation.

"Do you?" I am nearly slapping her clit with her own hand now and she is moaning like pain and crying like pleasure. I release her and stand back to look at her for a moment. She is resplendent against my black leather couch. Legs akimbo, her pussy pulses with my slaps. Her leather boots still ride her ankles and her silken blouse is askew in a way that makes me want to do violent things to her still-hidden tits. I allow her the space of five quick breaths, her hand now unconsciously pressed against her pussy - half defending, half pressing.

"Of course not," I say softly. "No, if I were to fuck you," I grab her now-dry hand and force three fingers out and push them into her mouth and into her throat until she chokes and coughs up saliva. I push them back in and reinforce my crotch in her face. "First I'd fuck your face." I thrust cloth against her mouth and hand, pushing, pushing, pushing. Her choking is music. I yank her hand out of her mouth. My hands are too strong for her and she cannot stop me. Grasping her hand, I force it down between her legs, and force three of her own fingers into her. For a moment I stay there, inexorably pushing her hand further into herself. Her mouth is open expectantly and surprised with the pleasure of this assault.

"This is how I would fuck you, Mrs Torrance." I pull her fingers back and thrust them in again. "Like this, Mrs Torrance." I pull her fingers back and thrust them in again. And again. This newfound whore is starting to make the correct sounds, the ones that say No No No but... but actually... I pull her fingers back and thrust them in again. Fucking her with her hand, with my hand. Her sounds become more regular and she starts to enjoy it so I slap her across the face as hard as I can and sit down.

"Mrs Torrance." I look at her warmly. She sits with three fingers inside herself and her legs spread and she looks stupid, like a stupid whore. "Mrs Torrance." She sits to attention. "As I said. Please, fuck yourself."

A whimper, a sob, a moan, it was all those things exhaled along with her pride, and she began to jab her fingers into herself with some abandon and little finesse. Just a rough stabbing while she looked into my eyes and made my favourite noises.

I'm not sure how long I hold her eyes, but she makes those sounds the entire time. It's only when I stand and walk back to my desk that the assault of my presence lessens and Mrs Torrance begins to think properly again, is able to see herself sitting wanton, legs apart on a couch in an office with three fingers thrust inside her. For a moment she thinks to attempt some regaining of her person, some semblance of control, a negotiating position even. She thinks too long. I flip the cover on my desk and press a button.

"Beth, could you come in here please?" I stand at my desk and wait. It takes Beth only a few seconds to knock at the door and enter. As she turns to close the door I set the remotes to the highest intensity and leave them on. Beth convulses from her cervix and bends over, pushing the door closed before putting her hands on her knees and staying there, shuddering with the waves of energy pulsing at her openings.

"Beth?" I enquire politely. Beth makes the effort and stands, turns to face me.

"Mist- ah! Mister Ah! Mister ACKworth! AH!" Beth is well trained and knows to continue with her duties. She stands to attention, clenching over rythmically with the dual vibrations, making pretty grunts every second.

"Yes Beth. I need you to give Mrs Torrance an orgasm, could you do that for me?"

Beth almost looks relieved. "Of-uh course-uh Mr-uh Ackworth."

Mrs Torrance doesn't understand. The introduction of a new person is momentarily salvation, surely none could countenance what was being done to her? This degradation? But Beth's immediate submission to my will and to her own pleasure disabuses her of that notion and introduces a new level of fear. There are...others? In on this? Aware of her position, aware of her reduction to this animal, rutting thing? Helplessly she watches as Beth walks towards her breathing heavily and plops herself down between Mrs Torrance's legs in a debilitating throe of vibration.

Mrs Torrance, 40-something rich wife and local socialite, until recently clad in the finest understated business clothes available, looks down on the 20 year old girl kneeling before her. Without will she moves her legs slightly further apart and lets out a moan that says far more than she would ever hope to reveal. Beth matches that moan with her own as she grips Mrs Torrance' buttocks and pulls her forward. Beth manages one lick before

"Beth. Give your plug to Mrs Torrance." Beth reaches behind her and pulls the vibrating plug out of her ass with a delightful popping sound. Still licking at Mrs Torrance, she pulls thighs closer to her, pulling buttocks across leather, and without ceremony shoves the plug into Mrs Torrance tight asshole.

Mrs Torrance lets out a short peal of pleasure at its insertion and then the vibration takes effect and she begins to make a low, guttural sound. I note the lack of pain and know this whore has accepted her fate and relaxed. Beth goes to work with enthusiasm and Mrs Torrance begins to lose herself.

I move from behind my desk and stand behind Beth. She is on her knees with her face buried in Mrs Torrance' pussy. Beths asshole still twitches with the absence and memory of the plug, and Mrs Torrance is thrusting her hips, lost to sensation. I push my trousers and pants down and stand there slowly pulling on my cock.

"Mrs Torrance?"

One of her hands has gone to her breast through the silk and her face is slackly grunting but she opens her eyes and looks at me. "Uh. Uh. Ah. Uh. Ah. Ah."

"Mrs Torrance? If I was to fuck you, it would be like this." I kneel behind Beth and, making sure Mrs Torrance is watching, I push the head of my cock into Beth's ass. "Like this Mrs Torrance." I thrust hard, as deep as I can in one smooth arc. Beth cries out, her duties forgotten momentarily, but as I begin thrusting hard into her she returns her mouth to Mrs Torrance' pussy, at least in spirit, and begins to cry out.

"Like this Mrs Torrance." I keep her eyes locked to mine as I violently rape Beth's ass. "Like this." I fuck Beth harder than possible, I feel like I fuck her to death, like I break her open. Beth's grunts are still low but now so desperate, and she licks at Mrs Torrance with an imitated violence, and Mrs Torrance is gasping hard now too and getting near to orgasm, so I lean over, pushing myself further into Beth, and slap Mrs Torrance hard.

I stand, my exit making Beth sob with loss, and watch the pain and surprise push orgasm a little futher away from Mrs Torrance, push her further towards the waiting expectancy I eventually instil in all my women.

"Mrs Torrance. Come here." I stand and wait. Beth moves back and sits on her thighs, still convulsing with the vibrations. Mrs Torrance has the smallest moment of self-reflection, which makes her immediate obeyance all the more delicious. She stands. It takes a while because she has a vibrating plug in her ass and her legs are shaky from Beth's attention. She walks towards me dazed, glancing at my cock, her hands reaching out towards it unconsciously. I take her hands in one of mine and push her arms over her head.

Without will she waits for me. Her body jerks with the plug's vibrations. Her breasts are pushed forward through her shirt and I use them there. Her nipples are hard and sensitive and seem to push into my hand.

"Mrs Torrance you are being a very good girl. I need you to keep being a good girl." I push down on her hands behind her back and she sits to her knees with a cry of pain. I take that opportunity to thrust into her mouth and her unwillingness is glory. I use her momentarily then push her down further.

"I need you to be a good girl and eat Beth's ass." Beth is well trained. She immediately leans forward onto her elbows and presents herself. Mrs Torrance, her arms still trapped painfully behind her back, glances towards Beth to her left and the sound she makes informs me that I own her. I twist her around and push her onto her knees, forcing her nose into Beth's ass. "Be a good little whore and eat her ass, Mrs Torrance." With one hand I rub her face into Beth. I see her tongue poke out to take a taste and retreat far too quickly. Yanking her back to me I hold the back of her head and stick my fingers in her mouth. Ugly, I grab her tongue with my fingers and pull it out. "Tongue her fucking ass Mrs Torrance you dirty whore." I push my dick past my fingers and her tongue into her mouth, feeling the head hit the top of her mouth and rub solidly all the way down her throat, then I push her face back between Beth's ass cheeks. Now the tongue is more enthusiastic.

Mrs Torrance laps at Beth's quivering ass, while a vibrating plug sends her reeling. Beth feels Mrs Torrance' tongue in her ass as the vibrator gives her her fifteenth orgasm of the last hour and without thought she reaches around to push that tongue further into herself.

I watch for a moment. Then I kneel behind Mrs Torrance. Tenderly I touch her labia and her vagina, softly I insert two fingers and feel the warmth of her walls, and I fuck her gently with my fingers. "Mrs Torrance?" My breath is laboured now. "Mrs Torrance. This is how I fuck you." Finally I put my cock to her pussy lips, push it just inside and hear her indrawn breath.

I hold there for a moment and then I push hard on the plug in her ass and slowly push in my whole length. I hear her cry into the licking of Beth, a sound of desperate fulfilment. I pull back and push forth and Mrs Torrance cannot help but seek Beth's core with her mouth while she is filled every other way. I see the dull look on her face as she surrenders fully to sensation and I fuck her, and I fuck her, and I fuck her. It is only when I lose control for a moment and make my own sound of pleasure that Mrs Torrance manages to have a cogent thought regarding how much of a stupid fucking whore she is being. She reluctantly pulls her face from Beth and turns towards me.

"Don't uh don't come inside uh please don't come uh don't come inside please uh. Not that."

Letting my weight drop from my knees fully into her I push her face back into Beth and put my face close to her ear. "Take it you stupid slut." And I let myself go.

My orgasm is the tip of Mrs Torrance' nose pushed into Beth's ass, the sound of Beth's cervix vibrating in concerto, the smell of this rape's female arousal and powerlessness, but it is Mrs Torrance' final plea for me not to come inside her that makes me come inside her.

I pulsed repeatedly, I fill her, and the realisation of that fact makes her come and makes her cry and she screams out once and then returns to her dutiful snuffling. Beth is still making my favourite noises and I am still coming into Mrs Torrance like the end of the world. For some moments I am insensate before returning to myself. I look down upon my cock buried in Mrs Torrance and slowly pull out of her. I can tell she misses it immediately but she has learned her place now and keeps licking Beth - I didn't tell her to stop.

I stand. My dick is messy with my come and hers. "Mrs Torrance." She looks up obediently. I look at my cock and look at her and she immediately takes me in her mouth. I use her face to clean my cock and push her back onto her knees. She sits and waits expectantly.

I dress, keeping my eyes on hers. She says nothing.

"Beth, take your plug back." Beth has been sitting on her thighs having orgasm after orgasm but she moves quickly at the order. Mrs Torrance, still on her knees, leans over and presents herself to Beth, who slowly pulls out the still vibrating plug. I smile and beckon Beth. She comes over and I push her to her knees and open her mouth to my now flaccid dick. She greedily takes it in her mouth and begins working it just like I've taught her. "Ok. You can go back to work now Beth." Beth stands happily and then looks at the plug in her hand. I take it from her and push her around, and over, and insert the plug back into her ass. She looks at me over her shoulder with shame as it goes in and I remind myself to give her a raise. "Thank you Beth."

Beth gives me a watery smile and leaves the room.

I finish dressing and glance towards Mrs Torrance. Like the whore I know she is, she still waits, bent over with her ass recently bereft, wanting to be filled, obedient and ready. "Thank you Mrs Torrance. I shall expect you daily. Don't worry about your little loan problem." I leave for lunch. I don't know how long Mrs Torrance remains there, her face pressed into the carpet, hesitant, unsure whether I'm coming back, but I would guess it will take at least twenty minutes before she really dares to move.

Later, I think of Mrs Torrance while I strangle Hermione to death with my dick.