He’s into it

“Your mind is fucked up. I like it.” LaRey said and Pamela felt victorious… for now.

She went home thinking about the hell she likely just brought down on her boss’s probably very nice daughter, and her boss too. Nothing could be done about it now. Besides, maybe they’d find as much purpose in being LaRey’s fuckslut as she had. She rubbed herself off as she fell asleep.

The next morning she met with her boss. Just a normal, informal, morning chat.

Special appearance by Jennifer Connelly as the DA

Pam barely paid attention. All she could do was stare at the picture of her boss’s daughter on the desk.

Special appearance by Natalia Dyer as the boss’s daughter.

She was young, pretty, and slim with big eyes and a nice smile in a Harvard sweatshirt. Pamela couldn’t stop thinking about just how badly LaRey was going to break her. He was going to break her mind. And he was going to break her body. He was going make this nice Ivy League girl into the greatest object of all time.

Pam wasn’t sure if she should be proud or jealous.

She could barely make out the words her boss was saying. Her mind was foggy but focused, only intently on filth instead of work. It was getting hard to separate who she was with LaRey from who she was in her real life. And she was beginning to suspect, if one personality was going to win out and take over, it would be the vile, perverted one, the one that would ruin her life… or maybe it would make her life better than ever.

The meeting ended and she bolted for the ladies room. Inside the stall, she pulled her panties down her long, shapely legs, stuffed them in her mouth, then reached one hand beneath her pencil skirt until her fingers found the moisture between her thighs, and used her other hand to slap herself across the face repeatedly.

Again and again and again. The panties muffled the sound of her moans and her grunts becoming one. There was no pleasure without pain. There was no freedom without subjugation.

She writhed in sick delight thinking about LaRey’s big cock tearing into the girl as she cried foe her mommy’s help. When would it happen? Was it happening right now?

Pamela came hard. She wanted to keep going, to do this all day, but she was certain that the flesh on her cheeks was getting red enough to be noticed. The day would come when she wouldn’t care about such things. When she’s declare to the world that she was a filthy fuck thing, a truly enlightened cunt toy. But that was t today. So she returned to work.

Over the next few days she heard nothing from LaRey. Though she didn’t usually hear from him during the week. She simply showed up at his place on Thursday night and he took her. This time she thought maybe it would be different. But she was wrong.

As days passed, the whole thing seemed like a dream. She was distracted most of the time, and her fingers found her needy clit at every opportunity. Meanwhile, Thursday approached.

That morning she found out that her boss had unexpectedly taken the day off work. Could it be because of a ****? She wondered. It was amazing how casually and eagerly she thought about a crime being committed because of her. Then again, what did she know about moral behavior? She was just a dumb slut.

That night she put on her tightest, sluttiest dress and headed over to LaRey’s place. Her master greeted her the same way he always did, by spitting in her mouth and giving her a gentle slap (the hard slaps always came later).

“Knees” LaRey ordered and Pamela dropped to her knees right there in the doorway. She never knew which order he was going to start their evening with. “Knees” was a popular one, as was “spread.” Though it also wasn’t uncommon for him to say “piss” in which case, Pam would relive herself into her panties (which would usually end up stuffed in her mouth), or “tongue” in which case she’d part her lips and offer her man her tongue (which would usually end up stuffed in his asshole). Sometimes he’d say “tell me the truth” and Pam, in her woozy state would have to say something like “I don’t deserve you” or “outside this apartment I have no worth.”

Today it was “knees” and Pamela learned why very quickly. As LaRey’s thick cock made its way between her lips, she immediately tasted the juices of another woman on it.

It was happening today. She could tell.

LaRey fucked her face gentler the usual, almost immediately pulling back, which concerned her. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fuck me up?” She asked.

LaRey smiled. “Don’t worry, Slut. I got something to show you that’ll fuck you up even more than my cock could. I just wanted to give you a taste first.”

Then he grabbed her long hair and led her across the apartment on all fours. The anxiety was almost too much to bear. She thought her clit was going to explode and her entire body deflate. She was about to see the filth she’d personally wrought. What an amazing moment for a used lees fucktoy like her.

He positioned her in front of a closet. She could hear the sounds of moaning and groaning behind the door.

Her body heaved up and down with heavy breathing. Her brain moved so fast it was slow.

LaRey opened the closet door.