Being used by the janitor at work... (Broken +2)

Lila's mind conjured a forbidden image - the office janitor, Gus. His paunchy frame and greasy combover were a far cry from the chiseled Adonises celebrated in state-approved media. Yet there was something thrilling about his unpolished masculinity, the way his watery eyes followed her as she walked past.

Lila's fingers moved faster as she imagined Gus cornering her in the supply closet, his meaty hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her protests. "I saw you looking at me, you little slut," he'd growl, his hot breath reeking of cheap cigarettes. "Think you're too good for a working man like me? Well, I've got dirt on you, princess. One word to the Virtue Police about those feminist books you've been smuggling, and it's off to the breeding camps."

In her fantasy, Lila sank to her knees, the rough concrete floor biting into her skin through her silk stockings. Gus's thick fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her face against the bulge in his grimy coveralls. "That's right, show me what that educated mouth is good for," he sneered.

Lila's back arched off the bed as she slipped two fingers inside herself, imagining the weight of Gus's cock on her tongue. In her mind, she gagged and sputtered as he thrust into her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining her carefully applied makeup.

"Filthy little slut," Gus grunted, his hips pistoning faster. "This is what you really want, isn't it? To be put in your place by a real man."

Shame and arousal warred within Lila as she neared her peak. Her free hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching and twisting her nipple as she pictured Gus withdrawing from her mouth. In her fantasy, he stroked himself furiously, aiming his thick shaft at her upturned face.

"Open wide, you highborn whore," he snarled. Lila's mouth fell open in a silent scream as she came, her inner walls clenching around her fingers. In her mind's eye, Gus's release painted her face and chest in thick ropes, marking her as his property.

Lila lay panting in the early morning light, her nightgown hiked up around her waist and her thighs sticky with her own arousal. The momentary bliss of her orgasm faded quickly, leaving behind a gnawing emptiness and self-loathing that threatened to consume her.