Mirage met, time for debauchery

Miriam stared back at me. Noriko, meanwhile, kicked her legs uselessly in the air, flailing like a damsel in distress.

"I’d rather not," Miriam stated, her tone hard and dismissive.

I lifted an eyebrow, waiting.

She sighed. "That’s, you know… a bit too lesbian for me. Not my preference. Don't get me wrong, though. I’m still ready to get punished. Like if you, for example, push me down and fuck my brains out… Well, there’s nothing I could do about that, right? If you just use me like the worthless, meaningless fuckpuppet I am?"

This woman was… quite the specimen.

Standing out in the back of the room, she had given me the impression of a cold arrogance. The truth was the literal opposite. Her self-esteem was so shot that she just wanted somebody to use her to feel something.

Fuck. If I had introduced myself to her before the app… I think I missed out on some real easy, **** pussy,

But things were different now. I had a good supply of willing holes. The thrill wasn't in the taking; it was in the breaking.

And luckily for me, Miriam still had just enough self-respect left to make breaking her fun.

"So… that’s your idea of a punishment?" I asked, mocking her. "Where you just lay down and I do all the work?"

She looked confused. "So you… You don’t want me?"

"Remove Noriko’s panties," I commanded. "With your teeth. Now."

Noriko began to struggle again. I stepped forward and took a firm hold of Noriko’s ankles, stilling her.

"Or what?" Miriam muttered, crossing her arms.

"Or you’re fired, you stupid cunt," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Get to it."

Miriam looked offended, her mouth opening to retort, but the reality of her situation—and the power dynamic I had established over the others—shut her down.

Sophie and Ulla released her shoulders, stepping back.

Miriam shot me a glare that promised slow, painful ****, but she lowered her head regardless. As her face neared Noriko’s waist, the cool, collected mask she wore fractured completely.

Her skin flushed a deep crimson as she realized the intimacy of what she was being **** to do. She gripped Noriko’s hips, not to help, but to anchor herself, steadying her trembling hands.

She opened her mouth, her hot breath ghosting over Noriko’s exposed skin. Her lips brushed the sensitive flesh just above the lace waistband before she clamped her teeth onto the fabric.

(MIRIAM: +20SP) (+20SP)

"No! Stop it! This… This has to be illegal!" Noriko screamed, her voice pitching up in panic.

Miriam tugged downward, agonizingly slow. The lace dragged over Noriko’s flanks and thighs. Miriam had to crouch awkwardly, following the path of the panties down Noriko’s legs. As she worked her way down, her nose brushed inadvertently against the soft damp heat of Noriko’s inner thighs.

Wait… damp?

Oh shit. Noriko’s pussy was glistening.

Despite the screaming, the struggling, and the humiliation, Noriko’s pussy was glistening with arousal. Was it the spanking? The **** exposure? Or was it the sheer degradation of being used as a prop in front of her colleagues?

Miriam finally worked the panties past Noriko’s ankles and spat them out onto the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking disgusted.

"Eww, these are all… like, wet," Miriam muttered.

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Noriko shrieked, her face burning with shame.

I reached between Noriko’s legs, sliding a finger through her slick, wet folds. Noriko gasped, her back arching as the shock of pleasure silenced her immediately. I withdrew my finger, glistening with her juices, and held it up in front of Gretchen.

"This little oriental beauty is quite aroused, am I correct?" I asked.

Gretchen understood the cue immediately. She leaned forward, taking my finger into her mouth and sucking it clean.

"Yes. I can… taste her excitement."

"Don’t call me ‘oriental’, you racist fuckface!" Noriko screamed, latching onto the least important part of the interaction.

I answered by bringing my hand down hard on her punished ass.

THWACK.

Noriko whined, a high-pitched sound, but she finally shut up.

I looked down at Miriam. She was trembling, her eyes wide with the reality of what she had just done. She was compliant, but terrified.

Now… for the actual punishment.

Which I hadn’t thought of yet.

I just wanted her to remove Noriko’s panties, I hadn’t had time to think further ahead.

My eyes focused on the coffee she had left on the table. I was **** for an idea, so I focused on that.

"So… you like coffee, do you?" I asked casually.

Miriam blinked, confused by the non-sequitur. "Yeah. Though the motherfucker forgot to put sugar in this time. I’m definitely complaining."

My eyes flicked to the communal break station in the corner of the room. We had a coffee pot there, a stack of Styrofoam cups, and a small bowl of sugar cubes.

An idea formed. Wicked and perfect.

I walked over and grabbed a white sugar cube from the bowl. I returned to Miriam, holding the small cube up to her face.

"Okay. This is your punishment," I announced. "For the rest of the week… you will eat one sugar cube each day. Any time I order you to, any place I order you to."

Miriam stared at me, then at the sugar cube. "Where’s the punishment?"

I grinned. "Ulla… spread Noriko’s asscheeks for me, would you?"

The color drained from the faces of all five women in the room.

Miriam shook her head frantically. "No, no, that’s… I didn’t…"

Ulla looked sick, but her conditioning was absolute. Her body moved, almost on autopilot.

She stepped forward and took a hold of Noriko’s punished buttocks, digging her fingers in and spreading them apart, exposing the tight, puckered knot of Noriko’s asshole to the cool air.

"No! No! YOU CAN’T! NOOO!! STOP!! HELP ME!! HELPP!!!" Noriko shrieked, her voice cracking as she realized what was coming.

I signaled Gretchen to cover Noriko’s mouth, annoyed with her constant screeching. Gretchen nodded, clamping her hand firmly over Noriko’s mouth, muffling the screams to ****, sobbing whimpers.

Miriam watched in stunned, horrified silence as I pressed the small, hard cube of sugar against Noriko’s clenched anus. I smiled at Miriam, using my index finger to push the cube.

Deeper.

Deeper.

…and deeper.

Noriko arched her back, trying to escape the intrusion, but she had nowhere to go. The cube breached the tight ring of muscle, disappearing inside her rectum. Noriko groaned into Gretchen’s palm, her body shuddering with humiliated defeat.

Once the cube was fully inside, I pulled my finger back. Ulla started to let go, but I shook my head. "Keep them spread."

Miriam was paralyzed, staring at the gaping, slightly reddened asshole in front of her. She looked like she was going to be sick.

"There you go," I said cheerfully. "That’s your Tuesday sugar cube. Make sure you lick every grain."

Miriam finally found her voice, cracked and trembling. "You know… I think I may have miscalculated. I don't want the punishment. Can I… earn points, and get out of the punishment zone?”

I smiled. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“So… You’re just evil, for evil’s sake?”

I thought about that for a bit. But I didn’t have time to get philosophical.

“I'm just loving... power,” I answered her honestly. “Sophie, bring her closer.”

Sophie hesitated, wrestling with her conscience, but she couldn't deny me. She grabbed Miriam by the shoulders and shoved her forward. Miriam tried to turn her head away, but I grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her face toward Noriko’s upturned rear.

I guided her until her lips were brushing against the soft, puckered flesh.

"Open up," I commanded.

Miriam’s eyes watered, sheer humiliation rolling off her in waves. "Stick your tongue out and get that sugar. Or never work anywhere again."

She hesitated—a split second of resistance—but my grip on her hair tightened, pulling a pained yelp from her throat. She gave in.

Her jaw dropped, and she extended her tongue.

(MIRIAM: +40SP) (+60SP)

It was a lewd, glistening pink muscle, utterly obscene as it pressed against Noriko’s dark, tight ring. The moment contact was made, Noriko jerked violently, her muffled screams rising in pitch.

Miriam began to lick. Her movements were tentative at first, just lapping at the rim, gathering the melting sweetness that had begun to dissolve in the heat of Noriko’s body. The rough texture of her tongue grazed over the sensitive nerve endings, causing Noriko’s sphincter to clench and spasm around the intruding cube.

Miriam grimaced. She could clearly taste the sugar, but she could also taste the musky, bitter tang of Noriko’s ass.

"Deeper," I ordered, my cock hardening at the sight. "Get inside."

Miriam whined softly, the sound vibrating against Noriko’s flesh, but she stiffened her tongue and pressed it past the tight ring of muscle. She buried her face in Noriko’s crack, her nose crushed against Noriko’s tailbone as she dug in.

She swirled her tongue inside the rectum, fishing for the dissolving cube. I bet she could feel the gritty sugar crystals on her taste buds, coating her mouth in a flavor that was sickeningly sweet yet entirely debased by its location.

Noriko was sobbing now, her legs twitching uncontrollably as Miriam’s tongue worked inside her.

Miriam’s lips sealed around the opening. She sucked hard, drawing out the melting sugar, creating a loud, wet slurping noise that echoed obscenely in the quiet office.

Ulla and Sophie looked away, unable to watch. Gretchen however allowed herself to stare, too deep in my world to be repulsed by something like this.

Miriam was eating ass with a ****, hungry rhythm, trying to finish the punishment as quickly as possible, but her **** enthusiasm only made the scene more depraved. She was lapping at the other woman's asshole like a starving animal, her tongue delving deep to scoop out the sweetness.

Just as Miriam pulled back, her mouth coated with the mixture of saliva and sugar, a sharp knock rattled the door.

Everything in the room froze.

"Hello? Anybody here?" a woman’s voice called out from the hallway. "I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Jack Dingle!"

Oh, right. I did have a meeting today.

With Katie.

Lana’s sister.

…The reporter.