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Maribel starts to unbutton her blouse, her movements slow and hesitant. The women in the corner watched in horror as she revealed her bra, her eyes wide with fear and shame. She looked at Scott, her expression a mixture of defiance and surrender.

Scott's grin widened as Maribel's bra came undone, revealing her taut, supple breasts. He reached out, caressing them roughly as the women in the corner whispered among themselves, their voices barely above a whisper.

Maribel winced at the rough touch, but she knew she had no choice. She continued to undress, her movements becoming slower and more deliberate as Scott's eyes raked over her body. His smirk never left his face as he watched her strip down to her underwear.

Finally, she was completely naked, standing in front of all of them like a sacrifice. Scott circled her, his hands running over her body with a hunger that made her skin crawl. He stopped in front of her, running his fingers through her hair, his nails digging into her scalp.

"You're all mine, woman," he growled, his voice edged with malice. "And you'll never forget whose you are."

Maribel, on the other hand, felt a mix of emotions coursing through her veins - fear, humiliation, anger, and perhaps, a strange sense of freedom. She had always been the one in control, the one who gave orders and commanded respect, but now, she was at the mercy of Scott and his twisted desires.

Maribel could feel her body trembling with fear, but she refused to show weakness. She looked into Scott's eyes, her expression a mix of defiance and submission. It was clear that she had lost, but she would not go down without a fight.Scott raised his hand, and Maribel's heart skipped a beat as she braced herself for whatever he had in store. But instead, he just smirked and led her over to the desk, pushing her onto her knees.

Scott yanked her up by her hair, spinning her around and pushing her down onto the cold, hard floor. "Get on your hands and knees, slut," he snarled.