He gets new clothes for you. And deals with a subordinate.

You sink into a half conscious state, your mind overwhelmed by the **** and degradation you've endured. You're dimly aware of some comings and goings, and Mr. Chandler speaking to someone, but you just lay naked on the table barely aware of your surroundings.

The sound of the door closing brings you partially back to your senses. You slowly sit up on the table, whimpering softly, looking at Mr. Chandler with fear.

"Are you done with me now?"

He looks at you coldly and walks over. Grabbing a handful of your hair he bends you over to expose your ass. You squeal and beg, your hands trying to pry his out of her hair, then shriek as he slaps your ass hard with an open palm.

"Please! Please stop, I'm sorry! Please!" you wail with each smack he lands on your ripe round ass. He pulls you onto the couch by your hair and leaves you there, sobbing with pain and humiliation.

"I'm done with you when I decide I'm done with you, whore. And when you address me you call me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Gutter-sluts like you don't speak to me like you just did."

"I'm sorry," you sob brokenly. "I'm so sorry, sir. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please. I'll do anything, sir. Please."

"I know you will. You're going to do anything. Anything and everything." He throws your torn clothing in your lap. "Use that to wipe yourself off."

Snuffling tearfully, you obey, wiping the sweat and semen from your body. You keep your head down but sometimes glance at him in abject fear. You are still cleaning yourself up when a petite but busty brunette enters the room. She gives you a glance, then puts a bag on his desk.

"I had to guess at sizes" she tells Mr. Chandler. "She's bigger than me, so hopefully they fit okay." She glances at your distraught spectacle before speaking again. "Do you need me for anything else, sir?"

"Yes Amanda, give the slut the clothes and help her dress."

With a look at him, Amanda obeys, taking the bag and dropping it on the couch beside the you. She bends over and puts her mouth close to your ear.

"I brought you some clothes, slut. Wipe your snotty face and put them on." You look at her with dismayed eyes and rub tears from your cheeks. Amanda empties the bag on the couch and hands you a pair of yellow shorts. Obediently, you pull them on, sliding them up your long shapely legs and standing to pull them over your hips. They fit you very tightly, stretching over your round butt and showing a distinct camel toe at her crotch.

"They're very tight," you whimper.

"Would you rather leave here naked?" Mr. Chandler asks coldly. You shake your head and take a red shirt from Amanda, pulling it over her head. It's sleeveless and very tight on you, squeezing your ripe breasts together, your nipples and the bars piercing them clearly outlined through the fabric. The shirt is so short it falls just below your full tits. To top it off, the word 'SLUT' is printed across the chest in big yellow letters. You look down at yourself and start to cry again, while Amanda looks back at Mr. Chandler with malicious triumph.

He smiles and beckons to her, and she comes to him eagerly, tossing her hair as she walks. She stands before him and plays with the buttons of her blouse, biting her lip and looking at him from under her lashes.

"Take your clothes off, Amanda."

"Yes sir," she purrs with wanton eagerness, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt and letting them fall to the floor. She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, tossing it aside and gently squeezing her lovely pert tits, the nipples already plump with desire. You stare at the developing scene, tears still shiny on your face.

Amanda starts to sink to her knees, but he holds her up and pushes her face down on his desk, holding her by the neck as he frees your cock and push her legs apart.

"Oh, you're so forceful today sir," she moans. "My pussy is so ready for you."

"It's not your pussy I want wench," he grunts as he starts to thrust into her tightness. She arches her back as he begins to impale her, her hands gripping the other edge of the desk.

"Oh God, I'm still sore from last time! Please fuck my pussy, sir, please!" she protests as his meat starts to fill her tight ass. You remember the feeling of having him plow your tender asshole and despite the scorn she showed you, you feel sorry for Amanda. Mr. Chandler slaps her fine firm rump, making her squeal, then grabs her hair and pulls her head back as he drives your cock in to the hilt. She gives an incoherent squeal, but grinds back against him as he starts to fuck her ass slowly.

"Oh fuck it hurts, you're so big, it hurts so good, oh fuck it hurts so good!" she whimpers. "You want it to hurt, you love it when it hurts, you love fucking me and making me hurt and making me come oh fuck you're making me come, IT HURTS SO MUCH AND YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING COME!" she shrieks as her shuddering orgasm takes her, ravages her, her spasms triggering him as he pounds his cock home and groans as he comes, filling her ass with seed. He pulls out of her, but holds her down on the desk while beckoning to you.

"Get over here and clean this bitch up," he orders. Wiping your eyes you pick up a rag of your torn clothing. "Not with that. With your slutty little tongue. Take your new clothes off so you don't mess them up." Terrified and broken, you quickly obey, looking at him with wounded eyes as you walk to him. He pulls your to your knees behind Amanda and push your head towards the brunette's newly fucked asshole, still oozing his spunk.

You look at his stony face and see no pity there. With a last pathetic whimper you lean forward, pushing her ass cheeks wider and starting to tongue her. Amanda moans and wriggles as she feels your tongue start to lap at her ravished hole, pushing her ass back to give better access. The taste of his seed and her ass blend on your tongue as you lap and lick, teasing and cleaning. The aroma of her pussy fills your nostrils, and you know that she's in heat. And so, you realise, are you. Your nectar is flowing again, excited by the taste of a woman's cunt and memory of your defilement. Soon Amanda's moaning takes on a rhythmic note, and she starts to grunt with orgasmic pleasure as your tongue cleans and explores her.

"Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck that feels good, lick me so good you fuckin' slut, so good, so good!" she groans as she writhes, shuddering again in lustful release.