Round Two

Felicity Smoak was revolted by her actions, but was helpless to do anything to stop herself. Internally, she was disgusted and horrified at the prospect of sexually pleasing her new employer. She was no stranger to sex, but her lack of choice in the matter and her gleeful obedience made her situation a living nightmare.

The curvy blonde hopped up onto Adrian's desk before beckoning her employer with a crook of her finger. Chase stepped between the sexy hacker's legs as she reached down and spread her labia for him while teasing her clit with the other hand. Chase needed no more encouragement and impaled the blonde with his rod.

Felicity thrashed and moaned as she was being violated by her boss. She'd dreamed of doing this with Oliver, but she didn't even know this man. And yet, her hips rolled, meeting his thrusts and she could feel her orgasm building. Her mind recoiled in horror as she felt the pressure in her build to a crescendo, sending a powerful orgasm rippling through her body.

Chase felt her pussy walls constrict and spasm around his hard dick as the computer expert came all over his cock. He drew back and started fucking her even harder, sliding the desk along the marble floor with every stroke. Before long, the desk slammed against the office wall, sending framed pictures clattering to the ground.

Inwardly, Felicity just wanted the nightmare to end, but outwardly, she was screaming in ecstacy.

"Yes! Fuck me like a whore. Slam my fucking cunt. Break my fucking pussy."

Chase continued to increase the ferocity of his thrusts until Felicity was rocked with another orgasm. As her velvety tunnel constricted around him, Adrian buried his cock to the hilt and sent his hot, sticky load deep into Felicity's fertile womb.

"On your knees."

Felicity dropped from the desk and to her knees before Chase.

"From now on, you are going to be my personal assistant Miss Smoak. That means you do anything I say when I say to do it. You will not question me, and all of your commands will be acted out as if they are the only thing in the world you want to do. Do you understand?"

Felicity started to sob, "Yes."

Chase reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, dragging Felicity to her feet painfully. "You will address me as Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," Felicity replied between sobs.

"Now, you are going to move your belongings to the desk in my office. And from now on, you are going to dress like my slutty secretary."

Felicity nodded again before reaching for her discarded clothing.

"You won't need those anymore. I'm going to give you new clothes so you know how to dress from now on. I wish Felicity Smoak was dressed like a slutty, bimbo secretary."

Felicity Smoak suddenly found herself clad in an entirely new outfit. She wore her hair in a tight bun, which along with her glasses gave her that sexy school teacher/librarian look. She wore a tight, nearly transparent white blouse with no bra underneath. She wore a pencil skirt that barely extended past her gloriously large ass. She retained her stocking and garter combo and her shoes transformed into a pair of spike stiletto heels. Her lipstick and nails were painted neon pink and a piece of bubble gum appeared in her mouth.

"You will be completely submissive and obedient to me from now on. And if I command you to, you will seduce and pleasure anyone I tell you to. I may need to use that sexy body of yours to conduct some business in the future. Do you understand?"

Felicity looked up with a huge grin plastered on her face, she answered enthusiastically, "Yes Master!"