Take her as low as she can go.

"Oh my God," you can't help but chuckle, "I have never had a girl so slutty that she came from having her tits rubbed a little."

"It's NOT ME!" she wails desperately. "It's the serum!" She's still standing before you, stark naked and now beaded with sweat all over her perfect, mouth-watering body. And she can't keep still - she's wriggling and rubbing her thighs together like someone poured itching powder all over her.

"It wasn't enough, was it?" her heavy tits feel so good in your hands, you can't help but cup them - lift them up and drop them - again. Then you give them soft, gently slaps that make them jiggle naughtily. Felicity sobs, biting her lip to hide her moans of pleasure. She shakes her head.

"Well then," you say, "Bend over one of these benches and show me how bad you want fucking."

"I... I don't want fucking!" she sobs. "I need it, it's just... to do with the **** and... oh..."

"Felicity," you touch her face, and try to shake the feeling that this woman is so perfect that she deserves worshiping, not tormenting. "Felicity, I'm just playing. But still, enough with blaming it on the ****. I know it's the **** that made you lose, but I want to hear you telling me what a slut you are before I help you out anymore. Just playing."

"P-Playing?" she stutters, and you nod. "I'm..." now she moves, wrists tied behind her back she awkwardly leans over the bench next to her until her fat tits are pressed and squashed against the smooth wood. "I'm a dirty slut," she whispers. "I'm a dirty slut that needs fucking... needs a fat cock in her... in her..."

"Say it."

"In her pussy..."

"No, the even worse one." You move behind her, gripping her bound wrists and stroking your ramrod-stiff shaft as it lines up with her sopping, dripping snatch. "Where do you need my cock?"

"In... no I can't..."

"Look back at me and say it," you whisper. And she obeys, twisting and looking over her shoulderm, her eyes pleading for you to leave her with some dignity.

"In my cunt."

The disconnect between the perfect (albeit disarrayed) woman look at you and the filth she's so carefully enunciating is thrilling, strange. You feel guilty, but your cock is leading you now. You suck your forefinger and press the spit-slick digit to the tiny, rosy-pink pucker of her asshole.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

"Well, since you came so easily from having your tits squeezed, imagine how this will feel!"

"No! No! Absolutely not! I've never..." She gasps, realizing she may have said too much.

"You've never been fucked in the ass?"

"Please, just... You can fuck me in the pussy... I mean in my cunt! Ok?" She sounds **** and ragged, but still more composed than any other woman would be in her situation. You press your finger and it slips into her ass far more smoothly than you had expected.

"Aaahn! Oh no! Oh no!"

"Jesus, your ass is so ready for a cock."

"It's the ****... I'm..." you start to finger fuck her asshole, and she responds, beautifully, her slim waist writhing, her tits shifting as she moves on the table.

"Liar," you laugh. "Tell me how much you like it in the ass."

"I've never had it..."

"Tell me you're a filthy fucking ass-slut." There's bite in your voice as you order her. As you humiliate this paragon of woman-hood more and more.

"I'm... I'm a filthy ass-slut," she sobs as her body moved helplessly on your finger. Two fingers, as you ease another one into her.

"This is so easy," you tell her, "I don't even need to warm you up do I."

"These ****... incredible..." she pants. "Even my ass feels good."

"So... you want me to fuck you in the ass?"

"No! No! Please!" Suddenly she snaps back to reality. "I'm begging you, one last time... don't make me..."