Reaching bottom while going up

The lift went up a few floors in complete silence.

I had a feeling Ulla wanted to say something to me, but she just kept avoiding my gaze.

I had enough of the oppressive silence, and just hit the emergency stop.

The elevator screeched, and halted in place, nearly topping Ulla over.

She turned to me in confusion, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh. Would you look at that. The elevator's broken down again. Why does this keep happening to us?", I said with a sly grin.

She sighed, trying to gather courage for a speech.

A speech she had probably rehearsed multiple times.

"Jack. I understand... that you're the new boss. And I understand... that... that you have a way... of getting what you want. And okay... you want to hear it? You're smarter than me. You're a man. And I have enough humility to say that... I can't beat you. So... It's okay to me if you don't want to view us as equals. You're my boss now. You can order me around. And... And... What I'm saying is that you don't have to beat submission into me. Or humiliate me. We can have an office without any needless... negative vibes, if we just... give each other space, and maybe even learn to respect each other. Truce?"

She put out her hand for me to shake.

It was quivering.

I began to smile warmly, and approached her hopeful hand with my arm extended as well.

But I brushed past her hand, grabbing a handful of her left tit instead, and pushed her back roughly against the elevator wall.

There was a sharp intake of air. Rising body heat. And eyes shifting around with fear.

I squeezed her tit so tight, she had to grit her teeth to keep from shrieking.

I whispered into her ear. "Hey, wasn't this the elevator where you kicked me in the balls? I felt that for days."

She didn't answer, so I squeezed tighter.

"Yes, yes! It is! Sorry!" she finally admitted through her pained expression.

"So... What's stopping you now? All you'd need to do is lift one of your dainty, womanly legs... and connect it with my cock. My crotch is right there."

I stared at her stocking-clad feet. They jiggled a little, but neither one dared to go higher than a few inches.

"Huh? Don't tell me you're scared of me? You, a big strong independent woman? Or do you need some extra motivation?"

With that, I swished my mouth a few times...

And spat on her.

Right on her face.

It landed on her nose... and dripped from there to her lips.

She was shocked...

And furious.

There she was. There's my furious little Ulla.

I knew I was playing with fire. There was no actual lock or anything to prevent her from attacking me. Just her +92 submission level, and it was always fun to test the limits of it.

Her leg got a few more inches higher this time, but never made the confident decision to knee my balls.

The longer the spit dribbled down her face, the more time she had to accept that it the glob was there and she couldn't do anything about it. She had to swallow her anger down.

"There you go, sugartits. I see you're adjusting to your position as my little degradation device. Hell, you probably have less fight in you than my other submissives."

"Nieh... Sh-Shut up, I'm not your- You- You can't just-"

Slowly my hand travelled from her tit to her neck, while my other was working its way down her dress and into her stockings.

"Be quiet and let me play with you."

The order seemed to work. Only noise she could make was her tiny little moans, and her constant struggling was ceasing.

I began slowly circling her little clit with my finger, while my grip on her throat was turning tighter.

She desperately wanted to speak. To comment something, but couldn't. Her eyes got a pleading quality, as we stared into each other in the quiet elevator. Even her moaning was more involuntary than intentional, thanks to my order.

I wondered what she wanted to say? "Let go"? "Let me breathe?" or... "Rub me faster?"

The blonde's sweating was increasing with each movement of my finger. Her hips were starting to sway with my manipulations.

Tenderly, I extended one finger deeper into her snatch. Again, a sharp intake of breath.

"I wonder... Have you kept this man-hating hole all pure for me lately?"

I knew she had. She still had the "Penetration lock" on, which prevented anything other than me entering into her. But she must've tried it by now. Either by herself or with Henrika.

I could tell by her expression that that was indeed the case, and she was confused how I could know that.

"Yeah... Feels minty fresh... Good girl. Remember. Nothing goes here other than me. Feel free to let your dyke lick you, just as long as she doesn't push her tongue any deeper than it needs to go."

As I said that, I shoved my finger deeper inside her tight pussy walls. As she shook in pleasure, there was confusion. Clearly that was exactly what had happened. The married lesbian pair had had a lickfest. Which was interesting, since the last time I saw them, I was fucking one while the other one was tied to a chair. You'd think something like that would break a marriage, but I guess they were stronger than that.

Hey, more fun for me.

According to the app, she'd rationalize to herself why nothing but me could penetrate her. I had no idea what excuses she had given Henrika, nor did I care. From this point on... I guess her rationalization would be that the hole was for my use, and my use only.

Two fingers now. The woman in my hands was starting to burn up. Her hands ran through the elevator wall, trying to grip something, anything. But she couldn't. The wall was smooth.

Eventually, even though she clearly disliked it, her hands ended up at my sides. Holding onto my back, while I fingerfucked my little elevator-playdoll.

"I can't wait to mold you into my perfect, obedient fucktoy," I whispered into her ear.

Third finger now, with faster, deeper penetration. While I did that, my thumb flicked her clit everytime the fingers reached deep enough in her love canal.

Her eyes were rolling up now. Without an orgasm lock, this would have probably been the point where her floodgates opened.

Which meant it was time to change tactics.

I pulled my hand out of her, and slapped her cunt quite hard with the back of my hand.

Her ecstasy was interrupted by the sudden, sharp pain.

I let go off her throat, and she fell on the floor, holding her pussy.

I cleaned my cunt-juice filled hand on her blonde hair.

She still wasn't speaking.

"Yeah that was probably enough to tame you for now. My turn. Hmm... Say, I haven't fucked your ass yet, right? I fucked so many lately that it's hard to keep track," I said, while dropping my trousers on the floor.

She looked up in shock. "W-What?"

Her silence-order was apparently broken by asking a question that I expected to be answered.

"Your ass. Have I fucked it yet?"

After seconds of stunned silence, she swallowed and shook her head.

"Okay. Good. Present it to me."

"P-present?"

I sighed. "Even a dumb little girl like you should understand what I mean. Hands and knees. Remove skirt. Remove stockings. Remove panties. Ass up. Spread your asshole wide. And... Beg for it. Convincingly."

She lowered her head.

"P-please... Anything else... I've never... Nobody's ever..."

"Hey no need to keep selling, I would have fucked your ass even if it wasn't its virginal pop. Now, get to it."

There was a feeble attempt to get up, but she gave up almost immediately.

Then she slowly turned around in shame, placing her hands against the cold elevator floor.

Her plump ass rose above a little higher, reminding of a female dog ready for copulation.

Her hands began pulling down her skirt, exposing that lovely, sculpted flesh peaking through the hose of her stockings.

She began pulling down her stockings as well, but I stopped her.

"No. Leave them on. Let's treat those like a proper whore should. Make me a nice hole in the middle."

"What? B-Break them? But- But I just bought-"

"I'm sure you did, you lusty slut. You bought them for my enjoyment, and now my enjoyment is to see them torn apart."

She cringed, but used her strength damage her stockings and pull a hole around her ass.

Then she lowered her panties insider her stockings, finally exposing the forbidden hole for me.

Next, she pulled her cheeks apart, making the sweaty hole appear larger. It might just fit my cock after all.

She whined in shame and said the next part quietly. "Please. Sir. Fuck... my asshole." (ULLA: +1SP) (+93SP)

I laughed.

"For God's sake. You call that begging? You're supposed to be a writer. Better than me, right? Put some imagination into your begging, woman."

She cringed so hard that her hold over her ass almost slipped.

"Please. Master. Fuck my asshole. I deserve it. I'm a dumb... bitch. Show me my place. Fuck me."

Her words didn't have any power to them. They sounded almost sarcastic.

I gave the exposed ass a quick whack with my hand.

WHACK!

"Owwww! OUCH! H-Hey!"

The sudden pain made her break formation, and look back up at me.

"ASS UP. NOW," I said, in a very commanding tone.

It worked. She stopped rubbing her ass almost immediately, and resumed the pose, this time with a red handprint on her left buttock.

"You have one more chance. And believe me... if you don't like what's happening now, you definitely won't like what happens if you fail this one."

She breathed down deep, really focusing on her next attempt.

"Please... sir..." her tone was right this time. Sultry and submissive. "I... This... dumb... feminist bitch... needs your... hard, huge cock... stuffed up her stuck-up ass... right now..." she swallowed. "You... You were always the... better worker, and... deserve that promotion... more than anyone, so... go ahead, let this... lowly woman... feel your might... in her ass. Please! Sir! Take it! Claim what's yours!" (ULLA: +2SP) (+95SP)

It's always a good idea to push them. Yields more points... And usually makes my cock diamond-hard.

The haughty bitch was finally sufficiently humiliated.

I leaned over her hole, and spit in it a few times.

She yipped at the sudden cold liquid.

"Congrats. You were good enough to earn some lube. Now, let's get this over with."

I'm not sure how it feels to hear that somebody wants to get the virginal popping of your asshole just "over with", and I couldn't tell you. I'd probably need to see her expression to convey that, but her face was the least important thing to me right now.

So much so, that I elbowed it against the elevator floor as I adjusted myself inside her.

Her mewl of pain and confusion was delicious, as my fleshy extension prodded inside where no fleshy extensions where meant to go.

I pushed her face harder against the floor, to make it super clear this wasn't lovemaking.

It was domination. One person's will taking over the other's. Making them feel weak and insignificant, leaving them no other choice but to submit.

Little by little, as my powerful tool wriggled and sawed inside her soft colon, I could feel her self-confidence eroding more and more. She was literally turning into my bitch.

I wonder if she liked it. I wonder if anal fucking was making her juices trickle, or was it just an uncomfortable humiliation.

I ran my hand through her pussy lips.

Oh yeah. Quite moist.

She was slowly getting into it. And probably hated herself for that.

"You're my little bitch, aren't you?" I asked while punctuating that point by going another inch deeper inside her.

"Oaurgh..." she blathered, a little bit of drool dripping from her mouth.

"I still don't quite know what to do with you. I know I want to keep humiliating you to fuck the feminism out of you completely. I'm almost ready to ruin you. Like, perhaps I should get you pierced? Install a nose ring, and a little leash, so I you'd follow me everywhere? Always ready for a blowjob, when I give the leash a little tug?"

Another inch. I was almost completely inside her.

"Nnooouargh", she garbled.

"Or should I pierce your clit instead? Since you like more provocative outfits these days, you should wear only ones with little hole cut in front of the crotch. I think I'd love pulling you around like that, always knowing I could violate your genitals with a swift move of my hand. You'd love that wouldn't you?"

She cried in pain, as I quickly shoved the final two inches in.

"You and your wife both. Maybe I'll turn you into my ponygirls, never allowed to touch each other again as you carry my ride from place to place. Just looking at each other longingly while I violate your assholes, again, again, and AGAIN!"

And with that last penetration, I was seconds away from cumming.

But I didn't want to cum like that.

She needed to taste my achievement of reaching the furthest reaches of her colon.

I pulled my cock out of her, jumped in front of her face, and shoved my cock deep inside her mouth.

And then came. Hard.

Her mouth erupted like a geyser, unable to swallow all of my majestic load. Not even sure if she tried.

It was such a beautiful moment.

Then... the elevator dinged.

I suddenly realized, the elevator had started moving on its own a few seconds earlier.

The door opened... and we were staring straight into Sophie's eyes.

Me, squatting over Ulla's mouth, with my cock still inside her mouth, and cum covering her whole chin.

Sophie dropped the few papers she was holding, and just stared at us in complete silence.

I coughed, slowly getting up, sliding my asshole-tasting cock off Ulla's tongue, and pulled my pants back on.

Nobody spoke.

But I just smiled.

Ulla just laid there, still silently gurgling my cum and staring at the ceiling.

Sophie was completely frozen.

I walked past her, whistling.

"Let's get to work, bitches. We have a magazine to print."