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"I think you're right, Amy," you decide, giving the executive's bared ass a slap, prompting a muffled yelp. "This corporate bitch needs some tough love to get her on-side." You lean over the brunette, roughly groping her melon-sized tits, the side of your dick pressed against her moistening pussy. "You're going to spend the rest of your life regretting turning me down," you {if Futa==true}murmur{else}growl{endif} in her ear, feeling her shiver at your words. Then you straighten up, and slam your shaft deep into her cunt.

Amber yells into the ball gag, fighting futilely against your slaves' relentless grip. Her pussy is tight, but its warm slickness betrays the defiance in her eyes. You withdraw, then slam in balls deep once again, the executive's entire body shaking as you **** your way through her flesh. Pull out, slam in, pull out, slam in: you gradually accelerate, slapping her bum hard every other stroke. In less than a minute, you find yourself mercilessly pounding her delectable pussy, tears leaking from the MILF's eyes as you ravage her, her struggles and screams growing weaker by the second. You grab a handful of her plump ass, and laugh cruelly at the mess before you that once was a strong, successful woman.

After fucking her like a sledgehammer for another half minute, the 'negotiations' begin to have their desired effect. The flow of Amber's tears dries, and her muffled yelps, sobs and screams turn to a deeper, purring sound, one which is all too familiar to you: moans of sheer lust and pleasure. You nod to Emma, and she removes the gag, allowing the businesswoman's moans to reverberate loudly around her small office.

"Ffffuuck yes," groans Amber, beginning to buck backwards in time to meet your thrusts. "Oh, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, pound me harder, please, keep fucking me, oh god, oh fuck..."

You abruptly stop. The desperately horny woman draped over the desk cries out in disappointment, but it turns into a happy yelp as you slap her again. "What did you say, ****? You want it harder?"

"Yesss," groans the brunette.

You give her another slap. {if Futa==true}"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, mistress, sorry mistress!"{else}"Yes, master."

"Yes, master, sorry master!"{endif} grovels the MILF, biting her lip desperately.

"Well, ****, if you want me to keep fucking you, you'll have to agree to my terms - the help of your company in protecting my home."

"Of course, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. Anything you wish. Just please, please, fuck me, **** me, take me!"

Satisfied, you dig your hands deep into her ass cheeks and ram back into her, prompting a scream of delight, as you begin pounding her like a rag doll. The businesswoman's joyous gasps soon turn into a low, continuous moan,{if Futa==true} punctuated only by the slapping of your thighs against her bum and your tits against your own chest. Soon{else} as{endif} a pool of drool gathers on the desk next to her mouth. Her body shudders from continuous, rolling orgasms. Your teenage servants' grip on her loosens, resulting in your victim jolting against the desk with every one of your thrusts, as your girls begin groping her heavy tits, her fit stomach, her thick thighs, anything they can get their hands on. As Amber's eyes begin to roll back in her head, you sense she is on the verge of passing out. You slam in one more time with all your strength - likely fracturing her pelvis - and cum deep into her womb. The brunette's eyes instantly shoot back to the world lets out one short scream, before a gold film forms over her cornea, leaving her frozen in place.

You program her for unquestioning loyalty and obedience, and a particular dedication to ensuring her company's contribution to your plans remains a secret. Taking one of your gorgeous teenage slaves on each arm, you walk out of the weapons manufacturer's, and enjoy another relaxing car ride home.