Jasmine Performs Her Duty (Round End)

Jasmine said nothing as she witnessed the clash of wills. Michael and Calim were now duelling over her fate. She felt her heart beating faster as she looked from one to the other. Was this an escape? Did she want it to be? She didn't know. She wanted to speak up for herself, but she didn't. She couldn't. Somehow, her body refused to act. She was enjoying this on some level. It was like something directly out of her fantasies. Each of her coworkers offered her a path, a choice to make. Calim was the escape and Michael offered to bring her deeper into her submissive dreams. Both of them were arguing to the crowd now. Trying to convince the audience instead of one another.

Jasmine felt like a captive audience. Unable to do anything bit sit and watch as her fate was decided.

"You don't have any right to do this!" Calim thundered.

"I have every right," Michael countered. "It's this or go to jail!

"She didn't do anything to deserve it!"

"She lost a lot of money. Do you think she can get away with no paying it back?"

"This is inhuman, Michael!"

"And going to jail or living the rest of her life in debt wouldn't be?"

Michael reached out and dragged Jasmine towards him. She shuddered at his touch but didn't try to deny him as his fingers circled her nipple lazily. She took a deep breath and tried to pretend the whole office wasn't watching this. Her breasts responded to his touch with a faint feeling of pleasure. Michael was rough but not painful, his fingers trailed over her dark skin.

"Michael..." Calim warned.

"What? She's not going to do anything to stop me." Michael said. "Are you slut?"

"Michael, that's enough!"

Jasmine gasped as Michael smacked her backside, his palm impacted her ass with a loud and unmistakable sound. He laughed at the look of shock in her face and the mortification in her eyes.

"You can't stop me, Calim."Michael growled. "I'm doing my job here. Same as you should be doing. This little whore was our manager but now she's just a pet. We can do what we want with her. Isn't that right, Jasmine?"

Jasmine's lips curled as Michael started to squeeze her nipple. His fingers closed around them and began to put on pressure. It was painful and humiliating, especially as he twisted them this way and that just to make her react. Jasmine cried out in pain, her body pulsed with heat. Michael gradually twisted them more and more, until she was quaking on her feet.

"Y-yes!" Jasmine cried out at last when she could endure no more. The room murmured. She gasped and heaved as Michael let go of her breasts. "Yes, you can do what you want with me..."

"Jasmine..." Michael said. He eyed her, trying to gauge her thoughts from the words she had spoken. "I don't know what this bastard has said to you but-"

"Enough." Michael said. "She knows her place. This is the only way forward for her now that doesn't end with her behind bars. Jasmine, show them what a slut you are."

He held his hand down, his arm moving between her thighs. His finger was angled upwards, pressing into her sex. Jasmine knew what he wanted her to do but it was one of the hardest things she had yet done. Feeling the gaze of the room on her, Jasmine started to grind her lower lips against his fingers. pressing her womanhood down on him and pleasuring herself with him as a toy. The rest of the room started to talk again. Jasmine's head spun crazily and she felt too hot. Michae's fingers were between her legs, and she could feel his smirk even if she couldn't see it. Her hips bucked and shook as she pressed herself down against him. The feeling of his digits against her womanhood was heavenly after everything that had happened so far and she felt her eyes rolling back.

Jasmine moaned. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she saw people she had known for years turning away in shame or embarrassment. She widened her legs, her womanhood brushing against Michael's fingers was no longer enough and she tried to **** them deeper. His other hand circled around her chest and started to rub her breasts. Heat filled her body along with a tingling need. Before much longer, Michael began to take a more active approach. His fingers caressed her vulva, stroking the surface of her sex and rubbing over her lower lips. She bit her tongue to keep from moaning more loudly when his fingers began to enter her womanhood directly. They **** her labia aside, her hips bucked more wildly as a result.

"Tell them what you are, my dear." Michael whispered in her ear. His hot breath against her skin made her gasp with lust.

"P-please..." She murmured. "Not like this... I don't want..."

His fingers started to stroke her more quickly, driving up her sense of building pleasure. Her nipples were tweaked between two fingers, his hand stroked her breast. She felt his lips on her neck as he kissed her, sending shockwaves screaming through her soul.

God, she'd never felt like this before. Even with all of her fantasies, even with everything that she had wanted to do when she found the Crown. This feeling of degradation was more than she had ever bargained for. Her heart beat faster and faster. She cried out as Michael touched her. His fingers were slick with her wetness. She moaned as he stroked and played with her chest.

"Tell them." Michael repeated in her ear.

"I...I'm a slut..." Jasmine cried out, her face burned with shame. She tried not to look at anyone's face but the feelings of pleasure that swept through her body only heightened the situation. She was getting off right where she used to work, surrounded by the people who had once been her subordinates.

"I like this!" She cried. "I want to do more! I...I'm not a manager anymore! I'm just a **** who deserves to be punished for what she's done."

Suddenly, Jasmine felt Michael's hand on her chest move and a moment later her own arms were free. A second after this, she was shoved firmly and caught herself on her hands and knees. Michael had pushed her towards Calim who was still staring at her in shock.

"You have only one position in this company," Michael said. "Only one duty. Show Calim what your purpose is here."

"Y-yes...." Jasmine hung her head.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, master!"

She crawled towards Calim. He watched her with a horrified expression. She could see that even if he knew this was wrong, his body was responding. He had an erection pushing at the inside of his pants. She locked eyes with him for a moment, seeing his concern and his confusion. His betrayal at his mentor's actions. She didn't know what to say to him or how she could possibly explain it. Instead, she reached out and undid the zip on his jeans. He looked down at her.

"Jasmine, don't. You don't have to do this."

She looked down at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Calim but I think I do. I'm not... I'm not the woman who you knew before. She's gone. I'm just a **** for the company. M-my duty is only one thing here."

She reached out. His cock was hardened by the sight of everything that had happened so far and easily emerged from his jeans with a bit of prodding and pulling. It was fully erect and the head was slightly wet. Jasmine looked at it for a moment, and then up at Calim.

Then she started to suck him off. He recoiled as her lips fastened around his member, her tongue played over the shaft. She felt the heat of his cock in her mouth, the throbbing want that it expressed despite his best efforts. Her pussy cried out for stimulation so she knelt with one hand guiding his member into her mouth and the other touching her pussy, rubbing furiously at her womanhood. The friction made her legs taut with pleasure, and the back and forth of her mouth along his shaft made Calim cry out in the same.

I'm sorry, Calim. Jasmine though to herself, I'm not strong enough to stop now. I've never felt like this before in my life. Please don't hold it against me.

Her fingers grew more and more **** as her pleasure grew. The whole room watched as she fingered herself, moving her head back and forth. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, and she could taste his desire in her mouth. Calim's face had gone pale and he was trying not to cum but Jasmine was also determined. Her arousal raced higher and higher. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure and want. She gasped and moaned, her own fingers pushing greedily for more.

Calim came in her mouth with a cry. His resistance was broken down by the constant pleasure of her touch. With a final gasp his cock erupted and filled her mouth with his seed. Jasmine recoiled in surprise, some of it dripped down her chin. She swallowed the rest, making a face at the taste.

The rest of the crowd moved in. Michael sat back and watched as more people moved for her body. It wasn't everyone. Some were still turning away, but no one stopped the others. Jasmine felt hands in her naked body, fingers trailing over her skin. She squealed when someone pinched her breasts. Another hand was at her nipples, foundling them. Someone was kissing her neck and there were fingers at her pussy. Someone grabbed her hands and held them away from her again. She writhed, her body facing waves of pleasure. Before she knew it there was a mouth on her left nipple and a finger on her right, teasing and twisting. Someone lifted her up and she felt the ground fall away. Hands conveyed her, so many of them. It was impossible to see who was who. One person took hold of each of her legs and she was **** to spread herself as widely as she could. There were photos, phones were being taken out. Jasmine tried to say something but all that came out were moans.

Someone warm and hard was placed between her lower lips. Another cock. She strained to see who it belonged to but another one was put in her mouth as well. She felt like such a whore when she started to suck on it, the one between her legs impaled her, pushing her labia to the side. She moaned, her body twitched. Feeling something inside of her after so long was almost divine and then the stranger started to fuck her. They moved back and forth, her hips bucked and gyrated. She felt waves of ecstasy searing through her mind and nerves. Why did it feel so very good? Someone was still sucking her nipple. Their tongue lapped at her areola and made her tense and gasp. The cock in her mouth was moving back and forwards. She felt something else pressed into her ass. Was it another cock? Two people were fucking her now. Three if you included whoever she was sucking off.

Someone got a cup of cold water from the dispenser and poured it over her body. The sudden shock of cold made her tense and writhe. She moaned and the cock in her mouth unloaded again. She gasped and swallowed as they pulled out. Two people had caught her between them and were fucking, moving back and forth in rhythm. People were still playing with her breasts. Hands were tracing their way down her legs and sides. Someone was kissing the side of her throat and someone else was nibbling on her ear. Her head was spinning. So much was happening to her all at once that she wasn't even able to focus on any one specific area. Her whole body was just flaring with pleasure and sensation.

Jasmine could not speak. All she could do was moan and cry out. Breath caught in her throat, and she shuddered feeling explosions of pleasure echoing through her body. She came again and again as the people continued to use her like a living toy. This only seemed to add to their pleasure as the increased sensitivity of her womanhood made her moan and cry out even more. She writhed and gasped. It felt like half of the room at least wanted to use her now. She felt someone cum in her ass. Her pussy tightened around the cock of someone else as she climaxed again. Ragged cries erupted from her mouth.

Eventually, it was over. ''Eventually '' proved to be a long time for Jasmine as she found herself used again and again. At last, exhausted and shuddering, Jasmine was roughly placed on top of a familiar desk. The one which had once belonged to her. it felt like another life. She was naked and heaving. She'd cum so many times that she had lost track of them all. Semen dripped between her legs and out of her ass.

Jasmine's head spun wildly. Her heart beat hard. She had never experienced anything like this before but now she had. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she'd use the Crown to undo what she had done and set everything back the way it should be.

Well...

Maybe the day after?

Route End.