Chapters tagged chastity

by nacewasy

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

You’re in the tiny locker room of Futa-Corp, already dreading another “shift” as the receptionist. Two years in this hellhole, and the job still feels worse than any back-breaking labor. Your tasks sound innocent on paper—carrying documents, running errands—but the reality is pur...

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

You grab the stacks for Bety and Lisa, heart pounding, and bolt straight for the elevator. No detours, no eye contact, no slowing down. Miraculously, when the doors slide open, it’s empty. No futas lurking inside. You exhale sharply—maybe, just maybe, you’ll make it to the 5th fl...

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Chapter 6

You mutter under your breath, voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears: “Filthy bitch… one day I won’t need this shitty job anymore. I’ll get the fuck out and leave all these futas behind.” You hawk and spit onto the floor—trying to purge the lingering taste of Bety’s...

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Chapter 7

“Well, everyone—look who finally made it! Our main event has arrived… Don’t be shy, come closer.” The CEO’s voice booms over the speakers, waving you forward like a prized exhibit. You stumble toward her on shaking legs, hands clutching folders in front of your crotch like a pat...

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Chapter 8

The auditorium lights dim slightly as the CEO steps forward again, cane tapping the stage like a conductor’s baton. The crowd—hundreds of futas from every floor—settles into eager silence, phones still raised, recording every second. “Now, ladies… time for the live stress test!...

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Chapter 9

You decide fuck it—you’re heading to your locker room while the entire company is still packed in the auditorium. No one’s around to grope, slap, or “assign” you extra duties. You grab your few belongings (a crumpled spare blouse, your phone with the cursed task app, nothing else...