Punish Kristi

“I think I’ll stick around here for a while,” you say, speed-pumping Kristi’s head against your crotch. “This whore needs to be taught a lesson for trying to embarrass me like that.” Kristi, very much regretting her actions from earlier, goes practically limp in your grasp, compelled by the laws of BJU to submit to your desires.

“Sure, sure, make yourself at home!” Tom chirps. “Mi casa es su casa.”

Kristi, still being penetrated, burps out a mouthful of throw up on your cock. You grab the back of her head and hold her down, grunting while her throat juices drip off of your balls. She looks up at you submissively, apologizing with her eyes for her earlier infraction, but it’s far too late for that.

Thrusting your hips, you shake Kristi’s head back and forth a few times before pulling out and smacking her on the cheek. Kristi winces as you grab a fistful of her hair and drag her over to the center of the office floor. You clear your throat loudly.

“ATTENTION ALL FEMALE EMPLOYEES IN THE OFFICE,” you shout. “PLEASE COME GATHER ROUND.” The dozen or so women in the office gather in a half circle around you and Kristi, nervously exchanging glances with one another. You wave your hand over a nearby desk, a red velvet cloth decorated with sex toys materializes on top of it. Kristi gulps anxiously as you grab a solid black blindfold off the desk and tie it around her face. The women in the office watch her with bated breath, gasping when you abruptly snatch Kristi by her hair.

“As God King of blowjob universe, I refuse to sit back and watch as this company goes to shit,” you announce. You make gestures with Kristi’s hair in your grip, she whimpers softly as you wave her around. “Before you kneels a whore that doesn’t know her place. There will be no more write ups in this office. From now on, female employees will be subject to public humiliation for offenses defined in the employee handbook. There will be no more talking back to men, no more attitudes, and no more nagging.”

A few of the women in the circle complain naturally, “Public humiliation?” One says. “Talking back to men?!” Says another. A particularly shrill voice cries out “Who the hell even is this guy?!” Tom steps into the circle, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Everyone!” Tom barks, glaring at the crowd. “Let’s all be nice to our guest today. Everyone, this is David, the recipient of our Blowjob Universe,” The women blush and go quiet, remembering the mistake from earlier. “Now I’m going the be honest, we fucked up big time today, sending David to the wrong universe. So let’s try not to step on his toes anymore than we already have.” Without letting go of Kristi’s hair, you jump up in excitement, tugging her head around with you. More disgruntled grumbling rises out of the crowd, but a dirty look from Tom quiets them down. “Now David, why don’t you show us what we’re going to do with first time offenders?” He says cheerfully.

“With pleasure Tom,” you smile. You roll an office chair over to the center of the room, placing it behind Kristi and guiding her onto the seat. The crowd gasps when you grab her collar and split the buttons of her clean white office shirt, sending them flying across the room. Her succulent double Ds swing back and forth in her bra, coming to a halt practically spilling out of it. You produce a pair of sharp office shears and gently snip the piece of fabric holding the two cups together.

“From now until the end of the day, Kristi will be a free use fuck slut,” you announce, pulling her clothes off of her body. You slowly tie her hands to the arms of the chair, pulling the velvet ropes tight before tying a double ‘I-don’t-know-what-the-fuck-I’m-doing’ knot. “Use her holes, piss on her, hit her, anything is allowed.” You produce an absurdly large dildo with big, silicon balls. “Until the end of today, Kristi is not a person. She is a thing.” You lean Kristi’s head back and insert the tip of the dildo, putting the flat of your hand on the base of it and shoving it balls deep into Kristi’s throat in one swift push. Kristi’s chest heaves, her body bouncing up and down uncontrollably like a kid with ADHD.

You tear a strip of fabric off of Kristi’s shirt and wrap it around her mouth, cinching it tight enough that it digs into her cheeks. “And ladies, before you get offended, just know that we don’t discriminate. You will be allowed to free use Kristi as well.” The crowd murmurs approvingly, your progressiveness seems to be going over well.

Unfortunately, it isn’t going over as well with Kristi. Gagged, blindfolded, stripped in front of her peers, Kristi is long past her breaking point. Her flesh jiggles from her desperate struggling, she makes erratic, jerky motions like an incensed zombie. From her nonstop gagging and heaving, drool spills from her mouth freely, running down her chin and wetting the soft, voluptuous Hindenburgs on her chest.

“Do I have any questions from the crowd?” You ask.

A short, geeky, straw-haired young woman with glasses raises her hand. “Will men be subject to the same punishment? Cuz it doesn’t really seem fair if we have to do this and they don’t.” Irritated, you glare angrily at her for a moment, what kind of a stupid statement is that? Life’s not fair!

You storm over to her, putting your chest in her face and staring daggers down at her. She shrinks in your presence, very much so regretting her question.

“What is your name, whore?” You growl.

“M-Melissa…” She whimpers. You hunch down to her level, looking her in the eye menacingly.

“Well Melissa, you just earned yourself a spot on the ‘Free Use Fuck Slut’ list,” you snarl. You seize Melissa by the collar of her knitted cardigan and strip her down to her underwear, groping her soft flesh as she tries to struggle out of your grip. Her pale, freckled body almost glows under the fluorescent light. A helpful young woman with black hair scoots an office chair next to you, stepping back anonymously into the crowd before you can get a look at her.

After binding and gagging Melissa in front of the crowd, you turn back to the employees. “First time offenses carry a blanket, minimum punishment, any offenses after that will be handled on a case by case basis. Any more questions?” Seeing Melissa’s fate, no one else dares to utter a word.

“Great! Everyone get back to work, more changes will be coming over the next couple days.” Employees go back to their desks, whispering to each other in hushed voices.

“David, a word?” Tom says to you. Shrugging your shoulders, you step into Tom’s office.