Well, technically, she probably *can*

Vanessa found her new resolve fly away from her at the humiliating request. Lick her own nipple for this man? After it had been so hard for her to even expose her chest, it was too much. It was unthinkable. It was...

A test. And perhaps a punishment, for turning her back while taking her top off, for hesitating with her bra. Vanessa narrowed her eyes. Was this where she would, should make her stand? She would have to, she knew for a fact that she couldn't -

"It's okay, Vanessa, I see this is hard for you..." Brand finally ended his one-leg-on-chair pose, and Vanessa nearly smiled in relief. She wouldn't have to make her only play, her one chance of preserving herself, not now. And she wouldn't have to debase herself further by performing such a rude act for him as suckling her own breast.

If the service she was about to perform on Brad was the injury, the last thing in the world she wanted was insult added to it. She had already resigned herself for the former, crossed that mental hurdle, but to a proud woman like her adding to that burden was asking she become something so far from what she was inside that she might rather die.

"... So I'll help you."

No! Vanessa opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak fast enough, not in a way that would articulate an effective defense. Brand was in front of her, in her space, and her feet backed up to give her enough space, enough time to... She was out of time, and clamped her mouth back closed to stall Brand's actions rather than open and come up with an impassioned, logical verbal argument to save herself from this indignity.

Backed against her own desk, in her own office, Vanessa found Brand's hands were on her pillowy chest, kneading her flesh firmly. Vanessa had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. If she screamed, and someone came, it was all over for her. She had to... allow this, for now, and she calmed herself. Tried to. Bile was rising in her throat as the younger white man in front of her took control of her body, played with her breasts like he had any right!

"Here, I think this one might be a little bigger." Vanessa's nose wrinkled in consternation. She was a little vain about her good looks, and had spent many an hour in front of her own full length mirror, both dressed and undressed. Her girls were NOT lopsided! This was too much, and her lips opened, and found the favored breast being lifted towards them. Once again she closed, but pressed against the desk she hadn't any more room to retreat. Instead she leaned back her head, and shoulders. One of Brand's long, strong arms went behind her, pushing her torso forward as he stretched her own breast up, bringing together her mouth and teat in an effortless, vice-like grip.

"Mmmph!" Vanessa protested, shaking her head. Her soft brown nipple was being **** against her thick, tastefully painted lips and her cheeks as she struggled her head back and forth. Brand's hand went a little higher, to the back of her neck, limiting the range of motion she could achieve with her struggles. As a result, instead of on her cheek her nipple was on her mouth, and and Vanessa found her lips rubbing back and forth along it in an attempt to... to what?

To get away? She couldn't. To keep her dignity? Nothing could be more undignified than this situation, with Brand physically forcing her nipple to her mouth while she struggled so very, very ineffectively.

"Schmop! I'lph moo i'!"

Brand backed off, his chest only lightly breathing with his mild exertion. Vanessa felt herself far more worn than he looked, her bare chest was heaving deep breaths of air, and...

God, she didn't have any choice now. Not any argument. She had agreed to, in the most humiliating way.

"I'll do it," Vanessa reasserted, to herself and to Brand. He backed off a few feet, still far too close for comfort but it was better than him grabbing her, pressing her own flesh against her face. Smoothing her skirt, God her hair must be a mess after that struggle. Vanessa carefully gripped her slightly bruised breast at its base and raised it in two hands. Painfully aware of Brand leering at her, she averted her eyes to the side and extended her pink tongue and... licked. Tasting her own, soft flesh. Vanessa suppressed a shudder and licked again, forcing her tongue to be long and hard, swirling a little.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

Vanessa wanted to rip out Brand's loathsome tongue from his skull. Instead she carefully let down her sensitive bosom into resting position.

"Now the other one."

"You can't be... I already did it, Brand. Let's move on with this." Brand raised an eyebrow, and smiled slightly, but didn't take back his order. He twirled his index finger instead, signaling Vanessa to move on.

"... Please!" Vanessa instantly regretted that. She would not beg this disgusting man. She had to keep her... she had to pick her battles. She had already crossed the threshold anyway. The wasps were back in her stomach, she was so angry, disgusted at Brand and herself.

"You can beg to suck my cock in a little bit, Vanessa. And it would please me if you would address me as 'Mr. Barrington' as a sign of respect when we are in the workplace."

Vanessa grabbed herself, handling her own flesh roughly in her anger. Bringing her other half up, she let her tongue out through her lips and began licking her own dark nipple for her tormentor.

"That's good... keep it there, don't let it down. Now don't be startled, keep it right there. I'm going to get out my phone, but this is just for my... personal use, and recordkeeping. Don't forget, I have everything I need to **** you already." As Vanessa worked through that, Brand got out his phone and snapped a single picture. Everything was happening too fast, Vanessa was painfully aware of her vulnerability, and her far too slow reactions. With her mouth full of her own now-hard nearly-black nub she hadn't been able to object.

"Hmm, that looks easy enough for you. Maybe your other tit wasn't bigger after all." Vanessa glared daggers at the evil white man. "Don't just lick, kiss and suck. Open those thick lips wide... suck it all right in..." He snapped another picture. Vanessa was so angry she... she couldn't think of anything to do, though. Her cheeks became hollow with the effort of her sucking on her own nipple. "That's good. Good girl. You're almost there, just one more with a smile."

A smile! Vanessa couldn't **** a smile on her face! It would be impossible.

Vanessa felt a tear well up in her eye. No! She would not cry, not for this man. She would be strong... But she couldn't. She could feel it deep inside. The only way she would avoid crying would be to end this. Now. And the only way to do that... she had to smile. But wouldn't that be just as bad as crying?

With deliberate effort, Vanessa **** her cheeks into movement, upwards into an unwilling smile rather than break down for Brand. She was sure it wasn't much of a smile, a **** grimace seemed more likely. But Brand seemed satisfied, clicking a last picture of her humiliation.

She needed to stop him from taking those. It wasn't only dangerous, it didn't only give him more leverage against her regardless of what he said, it felt like another witness to her humiliation. Another eye looking at her, watching. She would take it all back. She would end this. Vanessa just needed enough time to think her way out. To counter Brand, to threaten him. Anything.