Take Your Whore to Work day

Having won Crystal fair and square from his buddies, John dragged her after himself into the hallway.

"Come on, slut. You aren't going to be wearing much when we get to work, but we have to get you dressed for transport."

Crystal found herself crawling meek and naked through the carpeted corridor after John. Whatever curse or tattoo was controlling her, it made her helpless any man's commands.

She was trying to keep her legs tightly together as she crawled, but humiliatingly she couldn't even force her body into this one token act of rebellion. Her legs just wouldn't shut.

"CUNTS ARE ALWAYS ACCESSIBLE," light flashed in her eyes, as if in response to her efforts.

John yanked harder on her leash. They went down the concrete stairs. Mercifully for Crystal's bare hands and knees, it was only a floor, and they were back on the stained corridor carpet again.

Crystal's apartment was unlocked from last night. John left Crystal by the door and went inside. She was mortified, as she had met a few of the neighbours from her floor and knew their names. She didn't want Lucy or Mr. Frederick to see her like this, naked and striped and tattooed and on her knees in a public hallway. The minutes ticked by.

John came back with clothes for her. He brought the expensive white silk blouse which she had bought for job interviews in the summer, except he then ripped off every button right in front of her, turning the expensive blouse she had saved for into a rag. She choked back a tear. He put it on her without a bra and tied it underneath her boobs like on a trashy schoolgirl.

He also had the ultra-short green tartan kilt. She had worn it over tights last year as a Halloween costume. Needless to say there weren't any tights this time. It went over her bare pussy. John fastened it with a safety pin.

"It's Take Your Whore to Work Day," he smirked.

Leaving her door unlocked and her feet bare, they went down to the parking garage and got into John's car. When they were on the road, he reached over and pulled up the already short skirt, leaving her pussy exposed to the sun.

"Finger yourself, cunt." he spoke over the highway wind. "I want you nice and wet for my work buddies."

Crystal's fingers obeyed.