Gonzo Journalism

When she'd look back on the moment later, she couldn't be sure whether the decision she made was a rational one or one born out of sheer horniness, but whatever it was, she skimmed the contract one more time, and satisfied that she had not missed anything, grabbed the collar and clipped it into place. There was a feeling of finality when she did it, as if there was no turning back. The thought terrified her in the most exhilarating way.

The fucking stopped around her. Kerrigan wore a wolfish grin on his face. Marie stepped away from him and pulled Ellie to her feet, taking her notepad from her and shifting behind her, practically skipping with glee.

"Welcome to the team Ellie", Kerrigan said, almost as if she had agreed to write an ad script for him instead of work as a ****. Any illusion of her position however, was shattered as he roughly grabbed her by the hair, eliciting a breathy gasp from the raven-haired reporter as she was pulled onto her tiptoes. "Consider this your orientation. First, let us discuss dress code."

Without warning, Marie's hands were on Ellie's blouse. Buttons clattered off the floor as she ripped it open in one fluid motion. Ellie squealed as her thin white bralette was revealed to the room. This was short-lived, however, as Kerrigan quickly grabbed it and pulled. The thin fabric was no match for his grip and tore clean from her shoulders, putting her breasts on display.

Much like her choice to wear the collar, a series of events were already in motion that had no intention of stopping. Marie's hands were already at the waistband of her pants, deftly manipulating the clasp. Ellie's gorgeous ass jiggled lewdly as pants and panties were yanked down. She obediently stepped out of her pants and whimpered slightly as marie began to gently stimulate her folds.

Ellie couldn't believe herself. All semblance of journalistic professionalism was obviously out the window as she stood in front of Kerrigan naked as the day she was born, having agreed to have her clothes torn from her body. Her, someone who believed in the equality of women, having agreed to LITERAL SERVITUDE just because it turned her on. And oh god was she turned on.

"The dress code is that you only get to wear clothes if I give you clothes" Kerrigan continued. "Otherwise **** sluts remain naked."

Ellie shuddered, in part from Marie's stimulation, which was increasingly intense, but in part from the way in which Kerrigan looked at her. He owned her. He stepped forward and groped a breast.

"As for your duties, you do what I want when I want it. And right now, I want the stuck up reporter from the states on her fucking knees slobbering my knob like the nymphomaniac whore she's always secretly been"