He marks you

With a grunt he pulls out your ass and pushes you onto your side. You watch as he strokes his throbbing cock, sending spurts of hot cream across your face, across your breasts, across your belly. Marking you as a conquest, humiliating you, degrading you. You sob as the streams of spunk splash over you, although you can't stop yourself from wiping some of it up with your fingers and licking it, signalling your subjugation.

His cock finally drained, he stands and looks down at your violated half naked body at his feet, marked with the streams of his come. You stare up at him through a tangle of tousled hair, tears running from your eyes.

"Are you finished with me?" you sob quietly. "Can I go now?"

For answer he reaches down and grab the waist of your skirt, jerking the zipper down and then tearing it, ripping it off your body. He throws it across the room and follows it with her ruined top. You lie sobbing and whimpering at his feet, your lush breasts shaking with your grief.

"You can leave if you want to you thieving slut. Walk out of here naked and covered in come. There's the door."

"Why are you doing this to me?" you wail pitifully. "You **** me, isn't that enough? I didn't even steal anything." You're weeping brokenly, tears running down your cheeks, mingling with his semen.

"Because you're a thieving little whore. You can leave as you are or you can stay and take the rest of your punishment." Your eyes widen at his words, frantic terror blossoming inside you.

"What are you going to do?" you whimper. "Please Mr. Chandler I'm so sorry sir, please, I'm begging you." You hold out your hands to him in pitiful appeal. He sneers and ignores you, picking up his desk phone and punching in a number.

"Oh God please don't call the police! Please!" You quickly crawls across the room to his feet, fawning at his knees. "Please Sir! I'll do anything. Anything at all. Please don't call them sir! You can do anything to me, Anything! I'm begging you!"

With one foot he pushes you onto her back and holds you there, pressing down on your chest to keep you in place while he uses the phone. You stare up at him, stricken with fear, frantically shaking your head, sobbing and begging.

"Hi Steve, John here," He says into the phone. "I've got a problem I need your help with. Remember that client of yours who you put on a special show for a few months back? I caught this temp secretary slut stealing and I thought she'd be perfect for a second performance. Can you get those guys together? Perfect. My office, as soon as you can." He hangs up smiles coldly at your helpless naked body.

"That wasn't the police," you whimper. "Who was that? What are you going to do?"

"Just what you asked for, slut. Anything and everything."