(Hi, this is part 2 of a story which can be found here! I love comments, thanks a lot for the love you've given me so far. I basically write with a hand down my pants so I like knowing that this turns other people on too.)

(The same warning from the first story applies: I'm a female sub writing about my fantasies, and this is a dark fantasy scenario about kidnapping and permanent bondage. that being said, this story escalates things which could impact the experience of this story for you: the male pov character rapes his coworker. If this kind of fantasy could harm you, please don't read this.)

It was about 3am the night after you'd first watched SlaversAuction when you were woken up by a knock on your door.

You got out of bed with some trepidation. You lived in a quiet street with not many neighbors. Maybe one of the salarymen who lived in the area had gotten too drunk and come home to the wrong house? They did all look the same in the dark.

You definitely weren't going to just blindly open up, you'd check who it was. Bleary eyed, you turned on the porch light. Immediately, someone's face was smushed against the window of the door. You jumped back in instinctive alarm, only to process a second later who you were looking at.

The heavily gagged face of your bitch coworker.

The man you'd watched torment that whore on stream just last night was outside your door, sliding your coworker's face against the glass and chuckling at her whimpers. "Got a delivery for you pal," he said, baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

"MMNMPFH?!?!?" your coworker squealed into her gag as she finally processed the sight of you. "HLMPH!!! HLMPFH MFH!!! PLMNFHH!!"

You felt lightheaded. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you felt yourself reach for the handle. It was almost like being on autopilot. You released the deadbolt. You turned the knob.

What had you gotten yourself into? You should free her of course. You knew that. This bitch deserves this. But how could you win against her kidnapper? He was clearly stronger than you, and you didn't want to make an enemy of him or whatever organization ran SlaversAuction. So don't be their enemy. Join them and punish cunts.

And what would happen if you freed her? She'd have questions. She'd want to know why she'd been targeted, and why she'd been brought to you. The police would investigate. They might search your computer. You could be in real trouble. And you'd have lost this chance forever.

You knew what you should do. You should help her. You should pull this dumb cunt poor woman inside, lock the doors and call the cops on your hero this dangerous man.

The door swung open.

The man from SlaversAuction grabbed the bitch your coworker by her hair. She squealed in discomfort and squirmed fruitlessly in his grasp, begging you with her eyes. She certainly couldn't beg you any other way, the whole lower half of her face was wrapped in what had probably been several rolls of duct tape. Even under the painful mask of silver, you could see the way her cheeks bulged from the overwhelming amount of stuffing they'd used to silence her.

God. Finally. You could hear yourself fucking think.

Man. This was fucking amazing.

Her arms were tied behind her, elbow to elbow, and she was teetering on the ground in high heels, her ankles crossed and heavily wrapped in more duct tape.

You reached forward and pulled her shirt up. You enjoyed the cunt's involuntary squeak of shock when she was exposed, but you really loved the pathetic fucking squeals when you grabbed those fat fucking tits and squeezed.

"Wow," you said, your mind reeling at how incredible it felt to molest and degrade this bitch. "You always kept these fat titties of yours hidden under ugly ass shirts. I've always wanted to grab them and give them a good honk."

"NFHH MMPFHH?!?!" she looked so horrified. So utterly betrayed by you. Her cheeks burned red with furious humiliation and terror. Your cock twitched so hard in your pants you gasped lightly.

"Shut up whore," you met her frightened gaze with a stern glare, taking the liberty to bounce her tits in your hands and pinch the nipples that were getting involuntarily hard at your attention. "If you had the right to speak, you wouldn't be fucking gagged like a bitch right now."

You surprised even yourself with the cold dominance in your voice. You still couldn't believe this was really happening. What were you going to do?

You dragged her inside your house by her tits. She screamed, and you felt yourself smile instinctively in response to her humiliation and suffering. The man followed after you, locking the door behind him and grinning at you.

The two of you locked eyes and nodded. He lifted her under her shoulders and you lifted her legs as together you carried her out of sight of the entryway and into the living room. You dumped her on the floor and watched as she squirmed pathetically. You gasped, and pressed the heel of your palm against your rapidly hardening cock.

"She's yours," the man said, watching your face as you looked down on her. "Signing bonus for new members of the team."

"Mine?" your mind reeled at the possibilities. "Like you're not going to sell her?"

"Not unless you want us to," he replied. "You get to decide what happens to her. She can be your personal bitch. We do encourage and appreciate our staff lending their bitches out for our private parties though. You can have her wear a chastity belt and all that will happen is some groping and spanking. And a room full of very powerful and wealthy men calling her a cunt and a whore, of course."

You breathed hard, and unzipped your pants, jacking your dick slowly above her squirming body. She shook her head furiously and squealed into her gag, and you kneeled down to grab her tits in both hands again. "Keep struggling cunt," you hissed. "It just makes my dick harder."

"Do you have some more tape?" you asked your new best friend. He chuckled and swung a backpack off his shoulders. You opened it up to see it completely full with bondage supplies. You grinned at him. "I think I need to make this bitch less comfortable."

You grabbed several rolls of duct tape and sat down on the back of your moaning coworker. She writhed around, doing her best to buck you off and you slapped her ass with all your might. "MNNFFHH?!?" she squealed in shock, and grunted to the rhythm as you continued to spank her.

"You've needed a good spanking for a long time, cunt" you said. You hadn't realized how much you'd always wanted to do this. "This is okay for a first time, but I think in the future we'll do maintenance spankings at least every couple hours, with your panties down and this fat ass presented over daddy's knee."

"Nnmfhh...Nnuhhh.." she moaned, exhausted. Her body slumped against the floor, the emotional and physical strength drained out of her.

She was finally being a good whore.

You took your pocket knife out and sliced through the tape connecting her ankles. You pressed her legs thigh to shin and wrapped a whole roll of duct tape around each of them, forcing her into a frog-tie.

"Why don't you take the cunt to your room?" the man said. "I'll be out here when you're done."

That was a great idea. You got up and picked up the bondage supplies bag, before grabbing your slave and hoisting her over your shoulder. The man winked at you, before sitting on your couch and turning on the tv. You walked to your bedroom, spanking her as you went.

You threw her down on her back onto your mattress. She bounced and squealed in shock, and you palmed your cock at the sight of her exposed tits jiggling. With her legs frog-tied, she had no way to close them, and she lay there on your bed looking up at you with pleading eyes glistening with tears, mewling into her gag.

You opened your pocket knife again and she shrieked as you approached her. You chuckled at the thoroughly muffled sound of it as you grabbed her. She didn't squirm at all as you cut off her shirt, pants and panties, she followed the knife with her eyes as much as she could, breathing hard through her nose.

"It's okay, bitch," you said, mock soothingly, squeezing her tits gently. "All done. No clothes anymore for you."

You rummaged through the bondage supplies bag. You needed something good to torture those fucking teats.

You found some zipties, and a pair of binder clips. Perfect.

The sound she made when you cinched those tits in the zipties was so incredible it almost made up for all the time you'd had to spend working with her. Now if she would just-yes. The sound she made when the binder clips went on her poor defenseless nipples had completely healed you. You completely recommended this therapy to any man who had a worthless cunt in his life.

For the finishing touch, you tied a rope around her neck and fastened it to the bed post.

Then you fucked her. Obviously. You fucked her harder than you've ever fucked anyone. This slut is gagged and you're gonna make her squeal like a bitch.

This is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt this is your cunt.

All women should be fucking gagged forever, you realized, if this is how fucking good they sound.

Her pussy was so tight and wet and hot. It pulled you in. She squealed and moaned when you slapped her clit and bit her tits. She was fucking made for this.

"Cum for me fucking slut," you growled in her ear, drilling into her as one hand crept between your bodies to rub and pinch her slutty little clit while the other hand wraps around her neck. "Come on, come on, come on, come on-" you cut off and groaned, as she shrieked into her gag, and twitched and shuddered through an orgasm.

"GOOD fucking girl," you continued to rub her clit even as she squealed with overstimulation and tried to get away from you. "That's a good fucking fucktoy, fucking make daddy cum in this pussy, take it like my fucking PROPERTY-" you cut off in a groan as you pistoned your hips once, twice, three times..and had the best orgasm you've ever had in your life.

You lay on top of her for a long time, cock softening inside while she whimpered softly and pathetically beneath you, squirming away from your continuous rubbing of her desperately sensitive little clit.

When you finally pulled out, you gazed at the scene in front of you. Your fucktoy, glassy-eyed and made stupid by cock, whimpering pathetically, bound and gagged on your bed.

She'd never be untied again. You'd make sure that if her big mouth wasn't stuffed with a thick gag, it was stuffed with cock.

You carefully gathered her in your arms and carried her to your closet. You placed her on the floor, and as a final touch, dug around in the bondage bag until you found a bullet vibrator which you taped against her clit. She moaned in exhausted horror.

You closed the door and locked it.

You walked out and looked at the slaver sitting in your living room.

"So, when can I start?"