Things go on as usual... sort of

You didn't think Sub-Commander Hurt could be less cordial with you, but over the next couple of weeks she proves you wrong. She still uses you regularly of course, but she's more rough than usual and even the very small appreciative touches she gave you before are gone. When she has you on your back on your desk so she can fuck your throat, which happens at least once a day now, she squeezes your breasts and pinches and pulls your nipples hard, even slapping them sometimes. That the pain makes you whimper around her cock doesn't seem to bother her the least.

Any hint of smalltalk is gone, and even when she's talking directly to you she doesn't even glance in your direction. The only time you see her looking at you is on the rare occasions when she fucks your pussy instead of your throat, and then she only seems to look at your chest. At these times she's usually content to watch your tits bounce as she pounds you hard, but sometimes she treats them as roughly as when she's using your throat. Your painfilled gasps and squeals don't seem to bother her then either.

Every night when you go home both your breasts and your throat are sore and tender, and your ego isn't in much better shape. You had thought Hurt appreciated your work and that you were good at pleasing her, maybe that she was even starting to like you as a person, but after failing that test that you didn't even understand it seems you're just another office drone to her - a pair of hands to type, a pair of tits to squeeze, and a throat to fuck. You continue to do your best to please her, but she continues to be cold and distant.