What is it, cunt? Did you think you could strut around work, flirting and leading me on, and then reject me when I asked you out? Actions have consequences, and the consequences of yours are about to manifest themselves now that I've discovered your dirty little secret: reddit.

You can imagine how surprised I was when I stumbled upon your videos. I couldn't believe it was you. Yes, you were a teasing slut, but you didn't seem like the type to post naked videos of herself online.

But the closer I looked, and the more content I found, the more I recognized your features: Those sultry pretty eyes that lightened up whenever you smiled... the small mole on your right arm... the way you did your hair... It all started to make sense.

Fast forward a few days. You and I, in a isolated area at work: You're cornered, yours eyes panicked, your voice trembling.

"I know," I tell you, holding up my phone and playing a video where you straddle an empty couch, shaking your plump, grope-able ass from side to side for thousands of strangers online. "But don't worry," I continue, my hand running through your hair. "This can be our little secret... provided you cooperate."

You seem unfazed, but I can see it's an act. You tell me that it's a personal matter.

"If it's not a big deal, I guess you won't mind if I share these with everyone here at work... or your family and friends," I say, as I press my body against yours, sandwiching you between my flesh and the wall. My hands explore your breasts and ass, and I even go for a kiss on your neck, which you try to pull away from with no avail.

"Please don't... It's my personal life, why does it have to concern you?" you squirm underneath my touch.

You beg me to stop messing around, but my tendrils around your fate grow ever so tighter. And tighter. And tighter still, as I make my intentions towards you clear.

Suddenly, I grab you by the throat and press you against the wall: "This is what's going to happen now... You're going to be a good obedient girl and do as I say, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone about how much of a depraved, slutty little whore you are online."

Slowly but surely, you stop fighting back, and let me have my way with your body... a little bit of caressing here, a painful pinch there, followed by some kisses... until I whisper:

"Meet me in the bathroom after work... the unisex one."

You're on your knees on the bathroom floor, humiliated and ashamed.

Hands tied behind your back, you can offer little resistance as I slap you across the face for talking without permission.

"Your mouth has only one function now... open wide," I say while holding a fistful of hair and guiding you forward towards my erect cock. "Now suck... and watch your fucking teeth."

You hate yourself for doing this. It feels so demeaning, so wrong... and yet there isn't much else you can do except move your head back and forth, as your tongue runs along my shaft. There is hatred in your eyes. I can see how you would want nothing more than bite down and rip my manhood apart. But unfortunately for you, I revel in your anger and degradation... and so does my cock as it grows harder and harder, until you feel my rod hit the back of your throat.

"Good girl... Keep looking me in the eyes," I whisper, caressing your pretty hair and leaning back on the toilet to enjoy the show.

Wet sounds and heavy breathing fills the room. Tears run down your eyes, mixing with the spit flowing down the side of your mouth. A small poodle forms on the ground. Then, a slap.

The palm of my hand sends you to the floor.

"I said, watch your teeth, you stupid fucking slut." I grab you by the hair and spit on your forehead. Not once, but twice. "Back on my cock, whore," I say as I stand up and smear the spit, smudging your eyeliner. I then drag you by the hair against the wall and position my cock in front of your mouth.

With both hands holding the back of your head, I take control as the 'blowjob' is upgraded to a 'facefuck'. My thick veiny cock enters your mouth and breaks your throat barrier, as you're forced to take my entire length. You try to pull yourself away, but my grip is too firm.

Anchoring my cock down your gullet, I violently motion my hips back and forth. Wet gurgling sounds escape your mouth, and streams of blackened tears mix with the spit I plastered on your cock-drunk face.

You look up, trying to signal for me to slow down. Instead, you're met with a smile... an arrogant, lustful smile that tells you that you won't find any mercy here.

"Stop struggling, bitch... this is your life now," I grunt.

And so the minutes pass, as your throat learns to accommodate my length and thickness. Whenever I feel your teeth, I pull out and slap you hard across the face, each strike sending sprinkles of your tears and spit against the wall and the floor.

By now, you've accepted your fate. You don't try to pull away, you don't give me angry looks. Instead, there is just pure acceptance... acceptance that this is what you'll have to deal with until I'm satiated.

After ravaging your throat some more, my muscles tense up, and my breathing turns heavy. With electricity shooting through my body, I pull my entire length out of your throat and hold my cock against your face.

"Tongue out, you fucking whore!" I grunt. Thick ropes of white cum splatter against your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and mouth, mixing with the disgusting mess already present on your face.

"Good girl... we'll continue tomorrow," I say, as I remove your bondage and push you to the ground like a used whore.

Unbeknownst to you, I had contacted multiple other men who were interested in taking their revenge...