Eva has her fun.

Narrator: Christina's eyes darted between Heidi, Gretchen, and the new arrivals, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps around the ring gag. She had never felt so exposed and ****, and the realization that Gretchen was here, someone she had wronged in the corporate world, sent a thrill of fear through her.

Narrator: Eva stepped forward placing her heeled boot before Chrissy's ring gagged mouth. The toe just a few inches from her mouth

Eva: *Her Russian accent thick with amusement.* "You want to taste power, slut?"

maid Chrissy: *Chrissy's eyes widened in panic, her breathing shallow through her nose as she stared at the boot.*

Eva: *Her voice was a low purr, a sound that sent a shiver down Christina's spine, even as she struggled against her restraints.* "Da, I see you want to be my toy," Eva's boot stopped just short as she ordered Chrissy's to start licking.

Eva: *With a smug smile, she watched as the panic grew in Christina's eyes. This was the moment she had dreamt of, to have the mighty Ice Queen hogtied with her mouth held open.

maid Chrissy: *Her eyes searched for any escape, but found none. Reluctantly, her tongue slid out to touch the cool leather of the boot, her eyes never leaving Eva's boot.*

Eva: *Her smile grew wider, her hand moving to stroke Christina's cheek with a surprising tenderness.* "Good slut, now show me how much you crave to serve." *Her voice remained soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the command in her eyes.*

maid Chrissy: *Her tongue traced the outline of the boot, the leather tasting faintly of polish and the scent of power. Despite her fear, a bead of sweat trickled down her spine as she felt a twisted sense of arousal building within her.*

Eva: *Her grip tightened on the crop, watching intently as Christina's tongue obeyed her command. The sight of the powerful CEO reduced to such a submissive state was intoxicating, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Christina's cheek.* "Ah, such a good whore," she praised, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Narrator: Christina's eyes squeezed shut in a mix of humiliation and arousal, her mind racing as she felt the leather of the boot against her tongue. She was acutely aware of Gretchen's presence in the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to find a way to turn this to her advantage, to regain control of the situation, but for now, she was at the mercy of these women and her own dark desires.

Eva: *Her hand caressed Christina's cheek, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the CEO's tongue danced over the boot.* "Keep going, my little toy. You're doing so well. Just imagine if all your colleagues and interns could see you now.?"

maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes shot open, her cheeks flushing at the thought of her secret being exposed. She worked her tongue harder against the leather, the taste growing more potent as her mind swirled with images of the office's reaction.*

Eva: *Her eyes narrowed in satisfaction as she watched Christina's struggle, the crop tracing the line of her jaw.* "Mmm, yes, lick harder," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around Christina's throat like a collar.

Miss Helga: *The stern German former maid stepped forward, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor, a riding crop in her hand.* "It seems our little CEO has quite the... appetite," she sneered, her eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure.

Eva: *With a dramatic flourish, Eva slowly unbuckled the belt holding her latex trousers, the leather creaking as the tension released. She slid the material down, revealing the sleek, black strap-on harness that hugged her hips and the thick, ten-inch dildo that jutted out from her pelvis.* "Now, shall we see if you're as eager to take this as you are to lick my boot?"

Narrator: Gretchen, her eyes alight with cruel amusement, stepped behind Christina, wrapping her strong arms around her waist and hoisting her up. Despite the situation, Christina's body responded to the touch, her breath hitching as she was brought to her tiptoe.

Eva: *With a smirk, she watched as Gretchen effortlessly raised Christina to the desired height.* "Good, now let's see how much you truly crave to serve your superiors," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Eva: *Her grip on the crop tightened, the anticipation in the room thick with tension. She positioned the tip of the strap-on against the ring and thrust inside Chrissy's mouth.

Eva: *Her Russian accent thick with malice.* "Look at me, whore," she demanded, her eyes never leaving Christina's. "You're going to take this like the good little slut you are, aren't you?"

maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes met hers, a storm of emotions brewing in the depths of those piercing blues—fear, anger, and a hint of something...exciting. She nodded, the crop pressing harder against her throat.*

Eva: *With a wicked grin, she pushed the strap-on deeper, watching the struggle play out on Christina's face. The thrill of having this woman, this symbol of corporate power, at her mercy was indescribable.* "That's it," she cooed, her voice a velvet caress. "Take it all in, like the whore you are. You're going to love it."

maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes watered as she felt the intrusion, her mind reeling with the reality of the situation.*

Eva: *Her smile grew even more sadistic as she watched the proud CEO's body squirm and fight against the restraints.* "You're doing so well, bitch," she taunted, her voice a mix of sweetness and scorn. As Eva fucked Chrissy's mouth Heidi was spanking Chrissy's ass.

Eva: *Her thrusts grew more vigorous, the sound of the strap-on slapping against Christina's face echoing through the room. Gretchen tightened her grip around Christina's waist, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she held her in place.* "Look at you, wriggling like a worm on a hook," she sneered, her eyes gleaming with victory.

Miss Helga: *The former maid's eyes were cold and calculating as she watched the scene unfold before her, her riding crop tapping impatiently against her palm.* "Perhaps it's time for a little more... motivation," she suggested, her voice a steely whisper.

Miss Helga: *Her grip tightened on the riding crop as she stepped closer to the trembling Christina, the crop now tracing a line down her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.* "Let us think," she began, her German accent cutting through the room like a knife. "How can we make sure she truly understands her place?"

Eva: *Withdrawing the strap-on from Christina's mouth with a wet pop, she leaned back and looked at her fellow dominatrices with a glint in her eye.* "Perhaps we should give her a taste of the office, right here in this room," she suggested, her voice thick with anticipation.

Miss Helga: *Her stern expression cracked into a sadistic smile.* "A brilliant idea," she concurred, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Let's show her what happens to those who think they can manipulate without consequence."

Gretchen: *Her grip on Christina tightened, and she leaned down to whisper in her ear.* "You're going to love this, Ice Queen. A little taste of your own medicine, don't you think?"

Eva: *Her smile grew even more wicked at the idea. She stepped back, allowing Gretchen to hold Christina in place, and turned to Heidi.* "Bring me the office chair, quickly," she ordered.

Heidi: *Obediently, Heidi fetched the chair and placed it in the center of the room. Gretchen lowered Christina onto it, she released Chrissy's legs from the hogtie.*

Eva: *Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked at the chair, her mind racing with the possibilities.* "Good, now let's see if you can keep that tongue busy," she said, her voice filled with dark amusement.

Narrator: Miss Helga stepped forward, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed Christina's bound form. With a cruel smile, she unbuckled the chastity belt, the clasp clicking open to reveal the CEO's exposed pussy and ass. The room was filled with a mix of Christina's indignant gasps and the dominatrices' wicked laughter.

Greta: *Her eyes glinted with mischief as she approached the chair, her hands behind her back, hiding the twin toys of pleasure and punishment.* "Look what I've got for you," she said in a sing-song voice, her German accent thick with delight. "Two little friends for you to get acquainted with."

Eva: *Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Greta, eager to see what new torments they had in store for their high-profile captive.* "Ah, I see you're going to introduce our little CEO to a more... thorough orientation," she quipped, her hand idly playing with the crop as she leaned against the wall.

Greta: *With a predatory smile, she revealed her hidden toys: a small, gleaming butt plug and a vibrator that pulsed with silent menace.* "Whore, you're going to take these in front of your former maid Helga," she said, her voice dripping with malice as she stepped closer to Christina.

Greta: *Her eyes glinted as she knelt beside Christina, her latex-covered hand reaching for the trembling woman's thigh.* "You've always enjoyed watching, haven't you?" she whispered, her breath hot on Christina's skin as she parted her legs with surprising gentleness.

Greta: *Her smile grew wider as she applied a generous amount of lubricant to the butt plug, her thumb tracing the trembling folds of Christina's sex before pressing the cold metal against her tight hole.* "We're going to make sure you're always reminded of your place," she said, her voice a silky promise of pain and pleasure.

Greta: *With a firm push, she began to insert the plug, watching with satisfaction as Christina's eyes squeezed shut and she bit back a scream.* "Just relax, my whore," she murmured, her tone almost soothing. "You'll get used to it."

Gretchen: *Her arms still wrapped around Christina's waist, Gretchen couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of her former boss in such a compromised position.* "You know, I always knew you had a kinky side," she whispered into Christina's ear, her breath warm and taunting. "But I never dreamed it would be like this."

Eva: *Her eyes gleamed as she watched Greta's hand disappear between Christina's thighs, the sound of the plug being inserted with cruel precision.* "Ah, the look of pure terror on your face," she mused, her Russian accent thick with amusement. "It's so... inspiring."

Greta: *With the plug in place, she turned her attention to the vibrator, clicking it on. The room was filled with its low, insistent buzz.* "Now, let's see if you can handle this," she said, her voice a mix of challenge and excitement.

Greta: *Her hand hovered over Christina's clit, the vibrator poised to make contact.* "Remember, the more you resist, the longer you'll be here," she whispered, her teeth flashing in a predatory smile.

maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes shot open, and she glared at Greta, her fear morphing into anger. She knew she had to keep her composure if she was to escape this situation unscathed.*

Narrator: As the vibrator touched her clit, Christina's body tensed involuntarily. Despite her fury and the humiliation, she couldn't help the rush of pleasure that flooded through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to focus on anything but the sensations building within her.

Greta: *Her smile grew wider as she felt Christina's body respond to the vibrator, her eyes never leaving hers.* "See, it's not so bad, is it?" she cooed, increasing the speed. "You're just like any other slut, aren't you? Craving it, even when you don't want to admit it." Greta pushed the vibrator deep inside Chrissy. Then Helga locked the belt back on keeping them in place.

Miss Helga: Now my friends I want your ideas on how we can transform this bitch.

Eva: *Her eyes glinted with excitement as she stepped closer to Christina, the crop tracing a lazy pattern down her torso.* "Perhaps we should give her a new look, something more... fitting for a submissive slut," she suggested, her smile a twisted mirror of kindness.

Miss Helga: What do you suggest Eva?

Eva: *Her eyes raked over Christina, a twisted smile playing on her lips.* "Let's start with her hair," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "It's so... elegant, so professional. It's time she learns to appreciate a more... undone look." Miss Helga then asked the three other women what their ideas were.

Greta: *Her gaze fell to Christina's neck, where the delicate diamond necklace lay against her flushed skin.* "And what about this?" she asked, her fingertips brushing the necklace lightly. "It's so... proper. I think something a bit more... telling would suit her better."

Gretchen: *Her grip tightened, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee.* "A collar, perhaps?" she suggested, her voice low and seductive. "Something that marks her as our property, so she never forgets her place again."

Heidi: *Nods in agreement, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.* "Ja, and perhaps some piercings, to remind her who's truly in charge," she added, her eyes glinting with the promise of pain. The ideas flowed of different transformations.