Anal annihilation

Ah yes.

Dick to anus.

Getting to hear the scared, but lustful moans of the millionaire's daughter beneath my body.

Getting to experience the tightness of her bowels, as my cock ravaged her innards over and over again.

Right now, she wasn't even a person to me.

Just a tight, lubed up hole I could violate until I ran out of strength.

It really did feel like I was Superman when it came to sex. I moved faster than I did normally, was more flexible, and I could drill her like I was trying to go through her.

This fucking bitch is almost the reason I lost my life a week ago. And I don't forget about stuff like that.

At some point I tuned out all her little screams and **** protestations and just saw Maria in my mind.

In a weird way, it was like me fucking the shit out of Gloria was actually me sticking my dick into her life and fucking it all to shambles. Her fame, her status, her job, her pride, her... family.

It was all on the platter for me. And I was fucking that platter to shit.

I could almost imagine her arrogant scowl, as she watched me destroying her daughter's asshole. The kind of... "oh yeah? That the best you can do, worm?".

It just made me go faster. Harder. And meaner.

Might as well teach Gloria how rough buttsex can possibly be.

I don't know how long it took. All time turned into a blur for me. It could have been five minutes, fifteen... Perhaps even thirty minutes?

All I knew that I was fucking a hole and doing it relentlessly. No mercy given.

At some point, even this hole had done its job, and sufficiently rubbed against my dick as a way of reaching the climax.

And not a bad job either. It was tight, warm and big enough. Felt surprisingly good.

Gloria's butthole was made for sex. And my cum.

I grabbed Gloria's hair like she was a ragdoll, as I stuck my dick into the deepest depths of rectum.

Then, with a joyful bliss... I released all my baby-making juice inside her... spurt by spurt, liter by liter.

And then... I started the whole process again. Dick in and out of her asshole.

My cum mixing in there, splashing all around.

I'm fairly certain I ejaculated in her... at least four times.

Each time felt better than the last.

When I finally pulled out... I had injected so much cum into her hole, that it almost erupted like a volcano after my dick ejected with a wet plop.

Like an ass-volcano of cum. Sphincter expanding and narrowing like a natural wonder. Rivers of cum floating down her cheeks... forming little puddles on the black desk beneath her.

Everything else had turned into a complete blur for me. My missile-like focus had been on her asshole.

I... I hadn't quite experienced anything like this before. It was like my body left all sense of time and space, and focused on the fucking of a lifetime.

Now, that the ordeal was finally over, I found that I could begin focusing on other objects in the room again.

Slowly, the shape of Gretchen came into focus...

She was still by my side, but... she looked genuinely shocked.

Like she was actually holding her hand in front of her mouth.

Gloria...

I had to walk in front of her to get a clearer picture.

She was actually breathing very slowly, and her eyes had rolled up inside her head.

Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and several puddles of drool had dripped from her mouth.

Shit. I went into overdrive, didn't I?

What the fuck was that? It- It was like something took over my body... Almost scary...

I grabbed her face, and slapped it a little.

"ohm...huhuhhh... myhhduhh..." she muttered.

I slapped her face again. A bit harder this time.

Now a little more color appeared on her face. And I think her eyes were focusing on me again.

"There you are. That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"uhmummyaasssshhuahah"

"You're not making any sense. Perhaps we should stop for now."

"huh?"

"We'll continue this later. Gretchie, stick the plug back in her ass."

Gretchen almost jumped up from the sudden attention.

"Uh, yes, m-master, b-but-"

"Oh, you mean the cum that's still flowing from her butthole? Let that be there." I looked back into Gloria's eyes. "I like the idea of you walking around all day with my spunk slushing around in there."

"h-huh?"

I'm not sure she was still occupying this part of reality... but she got one hell of a wake-up call as Gretchen unceremoniously stuffed the good old pluggie right back into her anus.

It seemed to slip right in like it was a building block made for that hole. I think I almost heard a "click".

"Nyaaaaah!" she screamed from the sudden sensation.

I had to lightly tap her cheek again to get her focus back to me.

"Now. I want you to listen to me. What I'm about to tell you is extremely serious. And if you disobey me now... I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?"

That... That had the effect I hoped it would. It did seem like she had spent most of her energy trying to say sane during the ass attack and she was still a sweaty mess. But, she still had an ounce of energy left... And she would spend that ounce listening to me.

I hope.

"It is just as I said. Your mother no longer owns the magazine. Right now, she is furiously planning and making evil schemes about how to most easily make the return here. So much so, that she forgot that her only daughter is still interning here."

Gloria looked a little angrier. Good.

"Anyway. Very soon she will realize her mistake, call you, and order you to stop your internship immediately. She will get you back to her mansion. Perhaps we won't see each other for a while. Who knows. But. You need to do two things for me. And these are really, really important. Number one... I need you to be my little spy. Send me a message each time your mother leaves the house. And when she returns. Other than that, don't follow her. She might get too suspicious too fast. And number two. Your mother has a study room. You know where that is, right?"

She was doing her best to focus, and I think that the message got through. She nodded.

"Go in there when she's away. I'm certain that room doesn't have a security camera or anything." If it did, I would never have survived from Maria's interrogation. "There are many papers there. One drawer, and I don't remember which one, has a receipt in it. There are words written behind the thing. Something like 'rain' and 'frogs' et cetera. And that's the main point. I don't quite remember all the words, that's why I need you to do this. Take photos of that receipt and send it to me. Both sides."

I really was a dumbass for not taking a picture myself, back then. But then again, I had no idea how important the thing was.

She nodded again, looking a little more confused this time.

"Good girl." I stroked her already messy hair. "You did really well today. Just a little more. If you continue being a good girl... I'll give you good girl rewards."

She actually smiled at that. Despite everything that just happened, she smiled at that.

Never underestimate Stockholm syndrome.

"Gretchen, you can remove the shackles now."

For the next few minutes, nothing that exciting happened. Gretchen just took care of Gloria. It was kind of sweet actually. The poor girl had to hobble to move. I'm sure she could feel each step all the way in her asshole. Gretchen had to walk her slowly to her clothes, and help dressing her back up.

And, for the first time today... Gretchen really didn't look that pleased with me.

What? Did she want to say something? Complain I was being too rough?

...

Maybe I was. But that was the point.

"Gretch, come here. I'm sure the girl can dress herself. She's not handicapped or anything."

Gretchen sighed, and came closer to me.

She really had that lecturer-face on. The one that gave me detailed, stupid suggestions about my articles for hours and hours. A real bitch-face.

A real turnaround from the happy **** who placed that stool beneath my feet just a moment ago.

"What? You wanna tell me something?"

"Y-yes master..."

"Well, out with it, cunt."

I was all ready to hear a moral lecture about how I shouldn't treat a young girl like this, but...

Gretchen's expression changed. She bit her lip, and got a real **** look on her face.

She lowered herself over to my ear, and whispered.

"T-that was so f-fucking hot, master... I- I'm sorry t-that this c-cunt is asking you this, but... Why did you stop so early?"

...

I glanced over at Gretchen's pants.

Her crotch-area was almost completely wet.

yeesh...

I think I totally forgot about Gretchen's cuck-trait.

Watching me assfuck another woman must've been like multiple dreams combined.

...But, early? That felt like an eternity to me!

"****... how long did the fucking take? Exactly?"

"I... I counted about... S-Seven minutes..."

Seven minutes?! What the fuck? I was certain I fucked her for at least an hour! I mean I came like four times...

Did I do all that in some kind of hyperspeed?

...I didn't like this... This whole out-of-body experience... Did it have something to do with the app?

I'd have to keep closer eye on this...

But right now, Gretchen was standing in front of me, smelling of estrogen and pre-ejaculate and looking all needy...

I grabbed her crotch, pinching her pussy through the thin material of her khaki-pants.

She squeaked like a little mouse.

"Listen. Here's how the rest of your day will go. First. Take Gloria somewhere safe, where she can get her bearings back. Get her water, cookies, whatever she needs. She doesn't need to look half-dead when she sees her mother later today. Secondly... Inform both the art department and financial department about the change in leadership. And that I'm the new editor. Tell them I will discuss things more with them next week. For now, things will continue as normal. Understood?"

Her eyes were already half-closed, as if trying to fight back an orgasm that would never materialize anyway. She still managed to nod.

I could see Gloria watching us disapprovingly.

"And lastly..." I grabbed her pussy a little tighter, to make it clearer that this was important. She seemed to enjoy it. "When you return back to Maria's office... search for cameras and hidden microphones. She might have some in there. But don't make it obvious. Once in a while, make it seem like you're just admiring your new office, and look around. If you find some... Don't do nothing with them. Inform me. Got it?"

She nodded furiously. She was having trouble controlling her breathing.

"Do all that, and I'll allow you to masturbate... and cum... when you get home. But only if you think about the assfucking that took place here."

"M-master... t-thank you... and... and... I couldn't p-possibly think of anything e-else..."

"Good. And change those wet pants before you meet the departments." I gave her cunt a final, rough pinch and let her go.

She collapsed on her knees, and moaned like an animal.

Gloria didn't look too happy about that. But when I caught her staring, she quickly looked away and continued her dressing.

I see that she had chosen to wear the hotter outfit again. The hotpants and the tight yellow shirt. Almost made me want to fuck that ass all over again.

I already had different outfits in mind for her. Unfortunately, that would have to wait.

Both Gretchen and Gloria eventually hobbled out from the basement. As much as I would have enjoyed watching their slow ascent up the stairs...

Perhaps this was a good moment to do some more strategic planning.

First things first. I pulled up my phone.

Alright, nice. A new trait for Gloria.

Hopefully this time it's a good one.

GLORIA DIAMANTI

-BUTTSLUT-

ROUTE A -TOY ENTHUSIAST

-GET IT IN THERE!-

The subject will get an intense desire to stuff an object into their ass each day. The object will be something different each day. They will slowly grow to prefer bigger and bigger objects in their anus.

ROUTE B -PLEASURE

-ANAL PRINCESS-

The subject will learn to highly appreciate anal sex over regular sex. Their anal glands will develop into highly erogenous organs. They will get 10 times the sexual pleasure from anal sex than they would over regular sex.

Huh, okay.

Anal specialty unlocked for Gloria.

I think I should-

My thinking was interrupted by a cold, metallic, barrel-like object that was placed against the back of my head.

What the f-

"Hand over the phone. Now."