Paragon, Feminist (Vicious and Supple)

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah Morten sighed and smoothed the skirt of her business suit down over her hips as she waited in the elevator. No doubt the network CEO had asked her to his office to have a word with her about her comments on air the previous week. She was equally exasperated at being chewed out and angry that anyone would find her comments objectionable. Yes, perhaps she had gotten a bit more vehement than she should have, but really all that she had said was that he network had a deplorable lack of feminist programming. In the male-centric entertainment industry was it too much to ask to fund programming targeting the female demographics? And their advertising...just deplorable. Hell, the current print adds for Chet Weldon's Late Night Man Talk was a nearly naked model kneeling and looking up worshipfully while Chet and his co-host showered her with champagne from bottles held at waist height. Subtle.

Sarah's own program was tasteful and enlightening, a combination travelogue and archaeological study as she traveled the world making episodes about ancient culture and modern archaeological practices. One of her nicknames was 'the female Indiana Jones'. But, while she had full creative control over the content of her show, a quirk in her programming contract with the network gave them control over the advertising and marketing. And that had led to her second nickname, mostly snickered on internet forums and in locker rooms. 'Titty Cow'. She had refused to take smutty promotional pictures for their advertisements but her travels took her to tropical climates enough that nearly every advertising spot on TV featured her in a string bikini. Just a little cutting and editing and the tamest dig site became a thirty second jolt of soft core porn, right between an add for Cheerios and a payday loan company.

She crossed her arms beneath her bust and furrowed her brow in anger. It wasn't even her fault. She had been one of the trimmest, most slender girls in school while growing up. She had excelled at gymnastics and was even an olympic hopeful when she was diagnosed with Heffner Syndrome. A rare thyroid condition, it usually lead to weight gain, obesity, and convalescence. The disease could be controlled with strict diet and exercise though, and control it Sarah did. She spent hours in the gym and controlled her diet with scientific precision. She worked her ass off even as it grew. By the time her body stopped growing and the syndrome had run its course the effects on her figure were staggering.

From a slender pre-teen she had become an impossibly voluptuous young woman. Her hips and thighs were heavy and round, tapering up to a waist kept impossibly tiny with herculean efforts. Her breasts were enormous, larger than DDs, heavy and disproportionately large compared to her slender shoulders and slim arms. She was a double medical anomaly having worked and exercised so hard through a rapid growth syndrome. She didn't look like a real woman so much as a hyper-sexualized caricature of one. Impossibly curvy figure, mind blowingly huge bust, graceful arms and dainty features, a slim neck and an oval, beautiful face.

Her impossible figure made her feel double the struggle than an average working woman does to be taken seriously in a mainly male dominated industry. But, with the same efforts that she had kept herself trim during her illness, she had fought her way up to be a respected television personality. Her exasperation with the industry, and men in general, had given her something of a reputation as a rampant feminist. Some accused her of misandry and blind dogma but that couldn't be farther from the truth. She simply valued herself as much as any man and demanded that same respect from others around her.

It had all culminated the previous weekend during her interview on the Daily Talkshow. She had gotten a little carried away when they asked her about the very sexual advertisements that the network was running for her show. When presented with the numbers of her male demographic she had gone on a tirade about sexism at the office, misrepresentation in advertising, and the over-sexualization of her image. The audience and social media had shown remarkable support for her in some circles, while others painted her as a man hating femi-nazi.

And now she was being called in to the network CEO's office for...a talk.

Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose as the elevator dinged and straightened her business suit again, then stepped through into the waiting office.

 

[Vicious]

It had been nearly two years since Austin Walker had been appointed CEO of what once was Wholesome Family Television (WFT), and the bankrupt, destitute company’s turnaround under Mr. Walker’s direction was truly remarkable. Within a month of Walker's arrival the ten-year institutional programming channel had been renamed to Creative Unlimited Television, their slogan becoming “a CUT above the rest,” and half of the current programming had been cancelled. Shows that had been running for half a decade or more were unceremoniously trashed, and replaced at first with reruns from whatever syndication deals CUT could afford at the time. Really, without the reputation of Austin Walker, no bank on Earth would have given the flailing network the loan it needed to survive another year. Even then, half of the banks passed on the risky “opportunity.” Many of those bank Presidents and CEOs would be fired a year later.

Austin Walker had been known for his ruthless, efficient, and relentless work ethic. He had saved more than half a dozen companies from the brink in the past, from a small local construction company when he was twenty-four, to his five-year stint at a national electronics brick-and-mortar, Austin had made quite a name for himself. Wall Street was shocked at Walker’s decision to move to the disastrous, outdated television network, as his name was in such high regard, and he could have taken nearly any open position at any billion dollar mega corporation. But, as Walker had put it at the time, “higher risks mean greater success.” He was always confident about any challenge that faced him. If something could feasibly be done, then he could definitely achieve it. He much preferred the exponential rewards, both fame and fortune, to the more relaxed, expected, boring nature of working at a mega corporation.

Wholesome Family had not been able to afford a person of Austin Walker’s standing, which was what made the position so appealing to him. WFT was only able to entice Mr. Walker to their company by offering him an outstanding amount of company stock. The only thing that had ever slowed him down in the past were stubborn shareholders, board members, and federal regulations. The idea of having the largest ownership in the company he intended to save was the best deal he could have ever asked for.

After making some much needed cuts, Austin went to work completely reformatting Wholesome Family, and the first direction was to not limit the network to a singular focus. Anything that got ratings is what Walker wanted. An MMA Fighter reality show starring the best looking man in MMA, a cooking show featuring a pair of adorable twenty-something southern sisters, original science fiction programming, an adaptation of an underground and beloved comic book franchise… Unlimited Creative became just that; a place where all options were on the table.

Within a year, most of the other half of WFT’s legacy had been cut from the network, and it wasn’t long after that that CUT became the destination for all things interesting on TV. While people channel-surfed looking for something to catch their interest, it was always a CUT program that caught their attention. It was something they didn’t expect; they knew what they would see on ESPN, Food Network, NatGeo, etc, a minute before they even stumbled upon it. But CUT was always surprising.

One of the only shows remaining from WFT’s legacy starred one Sarah Morten, a… noticeable asset for any programming corporation. Yet, while her show was WFT’s only success at the time of Austin’s arrival, even it had its issues, and could easily be improved on. Though he knew the complete overhaul he would have wanted for Ms. Morten’s show wouldn’t be possible due to the star’s… stubborn nature, Walker never thought of canceling the popular show entirely. He did however call the program's executive producer and make some changes to the traveling schedule. Instead of spending only 10-20% of the show’s time in more tropical environments, from now on the show would spend 70-80% of its time there. And, if the show wanted to feature some locations from say, Greece, or Japan, for example, the crew would need to visit in the summer months. After all, travel was less expensive in the warmer months, or so Walker had said. And most importantly, Walker had spoken to the director and strongly urged him to spend less time staring at pots and dirt, and more time focusing on the journey — time at the airport, on the boat, in a hotel, walking through a jungle, up a mountain, down a hill, or in a pool of water. That was the show’s real potential.

A few other subtle changes were all that were needed for the already popular show to become a smash. Sarah went from a low-tier faux-celebrity to the most popular woman on Earth. Gossip shows, including the most popular one, “Hot Chat Daily” which aired weekdays from 4pm-5pm on CUT, mentioned Sarah at least once a week. She was on the cover of a rag magazine nearly every week. Youtube videos of her being spotted at an airport or university had hundreds of millions of views. And of course… the rest of the internet had her on their minds twice as much.

Sarah and her show were clearly the biggest success for CUT; for any network since American Idol, truly. CUT was currently the most popular cable channel ever, even more popular than at least one broadcast station. It was something Walker was of course very proud of… and it irritated him that anyone, including Sarah Morten, would question his efforts. And two days ago, she did just that. On another network, she had made some harsh remarks criticizing CUT, the PR team, even the audience itself.

Of course, social media and even the normalized media had rallied behind her, bolded her points, cheered her on (while still showing stills of her in a tight tank top for minutes at a time). Austin had arranged via the company lawyers a meeting the very next morning, 10:00 am sharp at his office at the company headquarters, which as of last month was the top suite in the newest skyscraper in downtown Miami. It would just be he and her, alone at his desk. He always preferred meetings such as this go this way, so he could waste as little time as possible. He was quite busy, after all.

Austin was in his office at 6:00am, as he was every morning, even on the weekends. When Sarah got off her elevator and entered the waiting room, she didn’t even have to take a seat or even say hello before the office manager, Cheryl, greeted and directed her. “Good morning, Ms. Morten. Go right on in, Mr. Walker is waiting for you.”

Twin giant steel doors confronted her as she approached, but to everyone’s amazement the giant, heavy pieces of metal moved with but a feather’s touch, and without a sound. Inside the office was immaculate, if not barren. The floor was made of light grey, almost glass-like material, as smooth and sparkling clean as the day it was made. There was a long, opulent, fully-loaded bar to her left, and a collection of televisions and monitors to her right, at least fifty of them, placed all along the wall. The office had to be at least two-thousand square feet, with a brilliant view of Miami behind the desk, the entire back wall nothing put floor-to-ceiling windows, which curved slightly to extend the view even that much more. All of this for one man.

In front of her, Austin stood behind his desk and straightened his suite. He was a fairly tall man, an inch over 6’, with fairly broad shoulders and a lean, strong physique. He was a bit older now, almost 50, and his hair was a short salt and pepper black-gray. He wore a finely tailored darker grey suit, with a dark purple tie and handkerchief. He offered his guest a polite smile, though not much of one, not showing any teeth, as he buttoned up his jacket and extended a hand towards one of the two metallic chairs placed in front of his desk.

“Ms. Morten, thank you for being on time. Please, have a seat.”

Once she was seated, Austin sat himself down and then took a look at the clock. This shouldn’t take more than a few minutes, he thought. He knew how to handle a woman.

“So, before I begin, perhaps you'd like to explain what happened?”

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah walked with the sway hipped gait that her round hips and long legs demanded, sashaying across the office towards the desk where Austin stood politely to greet her. Whatever her exasperation with the man’s policies she had to admit that he had good taste, at least where real estate was concerned. The office had a breathtaking view of downtown Miami, a slice of bustling urban art bordered with white beaches and blue sea like a massive framed picture taking up one wall. The raucous bustle below contrasted with the austere, even spartan interior of the office itself. The clean lines and open spaces were appealing to the eye but served a more important purpose to anyone approaching the desk.

Everything in the office, from its location and size to the cold stone of the floor and the long walk to the desk, screamed of wealth and power. It made one feel more like a supplicant approaching a ruler than an associate approaching for a business meeting. And at CUT that might as well be true. With majority stock control and near complete creative control over the programming, Austin was a far more hands-on executive than the CEOs of any comparable station.

And so, unlike a station where a dozen marketing directors and VPs would be ultimately responsible for the chosen programming, Sarah could rest her many complaints on one man’s shoulders.

With the self assured confidence that had made her an international media sensation she ignored the intimidating mien of the office and seated herself in one of the chairs, straight backed and in control. She knew full well why she had been called for this meeting. In truth it galled her. Not only did she feel the need to make those comments in the interview, but now she was about to be chewed out by her boss about it. And that was what stung the worst. Not that she was in trouble, but that just the fact that her interview could be considered objectionable at all. She was a staunch and vocal feminist, advocating equal rights and enlightened programming for women.

“So, before I begin, perhaps you’d like to explain what happened?” He asked.

Sarah’s lips pressed in a line and she crossed her arms under her breasts, squaring her shoulders and gazing levelly at Austin.

“Dianne asked me an honest question, I gave an honest answer.” She said curtly. As a regular guest on Daily Talk, on an easy first name basis with both hosts.

“This station could do a lot more to offer quality programming for the female demographic. And tone down some of the more...disrespectful advertising.”

 

[Vicious]

Austin did not move from behind his desk as Sarah entered and sauntered across his beautiful office floor towards him. He did not move around to shake her hand, nor did he sit once she sat down herself. He remained standing, motionless other than his hands dipping into the pockets of his finely tailored jacket. His sharp, grey-blue eyes followed her every step and bounce, until she finally sat straight and stared back at him. The confidence, and even defiance that Sarah displayed in just her posture, body language, and facial expression finally elicited a more genuine response from Austin, rather than the carefully considered routines he performed mechanically at this point for professional purposes; he smiled. Not a polite, subdued yet required smile of welcome, but one of amusement.

She was clearly stewing already, angry she had to explain herself at all, let alone in person, in Miami. Everything about her seemed outraged, from her glaring stare to her crossed arms, and when she eventually spoke, again with defiance, Austin finally laughed. It was soft, momentary, and he seemed to wipe it away as he looked down at his desk and pulled out one hand from his pocket to stifle the chuckle. When he looked back at her again two seconds later, he was finally showing teeth from his smile, before it slowly started to subside once more.

"We offer lots of programming for the female demographic, and I have the numbers to prove it. Not that I have to explain myself to you, but Hot Chat Daily, Superstar Search, and many others rate exceptionally high with women. No, what you mean is feminist programming, and of course we're not going to waste our time with such pursuits. I go where the ratings are, Ms. Morten, and like it or not, you feminists may be loud, obnoxiously so, but you're not many."

He paused just briefly as he looked back down at his desk, considering what to say and do next as he played wistfully with a silver money clip he had pulled from his pocket. His eyes looked back at his guest without moving his head as he continued. "I don't need to justify any of this to you. My success is well-documented and irrefutable. If you think you can make some feminist tripe that will be successful, be my guest, but it won't be on my network. Unless..." he finally tilted his head back as he motioned back-and-forth with his money clip towards Sarah, a somewhat wide gesture, "...you plan on flaunting those moneybags as often as our advertising department has."

Austin barely skipped a beat, raising his voice slightly for the next words to come from his mouth to preemptively quell Sarah's inevitable outraged interruption. He knew women well enough to know how much she'd love to get emotional, loud, and argumentative, and he also knew how to handle such nonsense. "Speaking of which, our advertising department is allowed to use any and all filmed material to promote our content. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should blame yourself for wearing such tiny tank tops and bikinis on your so-called educational program.

"After the enormous success your show has had following our advertising campaign, you should be thanking each and every one of them for every paycheck, not criticizing them, and me, on another network. You say you gave an 'honest answer'? What about the honesty in thanking every single member of your audience for their time, regardless of their intent? What about the honesty is acknowledging how you've become a multi-millionaire and megastar thanks to this network!?" Austin's voice finally started to raise as he explained to Sarah the depth of her transgression. He took a deep breath as he looked at the time. He figured it best to wrap things up now and send her on her way.

"Here's what's going to happen now; you are never to appear on any programming outside of CUT. You will immediately issue a public apology, across Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and every other social media outlet, for your comments made about your "beloved network." You will appear on 'Tonight's Gossip' tonight to issue both your lengthy apology in person, and to extend your gratitude to every employee and viewer of CUT for your continued success. Oh. And you will do it all with a beautiful, cheery, infectious smile on your face."

Austin tapped his money clip on his desk once, placed it back in his pocket, and move to finally sit down, signaling that this 'meeting' was over. "That is all, Ms. Morten. Thank you for your time."

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah rolled her eyes and fought back the urge to issue an acid retort. She knew that her temper had a tendency to push her into rash action and she forced herself to calm down. He was baiting her and she refused to rise to the bait. She knew that with majority creative control he had unilateral hiring and firing power at CUT, he literally held her job in his hands. But she wasn't without her own barbs. The network's popularity had skyrocketed under his direction, and her own super-stardom was a direct result of that. But she was a star, and that had pull of its own.

She ran a hand through the wavy, deep brown locks that fell to midway down her back as a steadying gesture.

"I'm well aware of the terms of our contract and, while you will certainly hear my very public and very vehement objections at every turn, I am a woman of my word. If you feel the need to peddle cheap thrills and non-representative advertising, well, I suppose that's your prerogative. I'll simply remind you that I still have control over my own show, and none of your low brow advertising can detract from quality educational entertainment." Her tone was icy but her eyes were blazing angrily, green and piercing.

She cocked her head and tapped a finger against her chin, considering Austin as he sat across the desk from her. She could see the ghost of her reflection in the window behind him, her heart shaped face growing angrier and angrier, and she forced herself to calm down. Her full lips split in a disingenuous smile and she shrugged her shoulders. At least she could give credit where credit was due.

"The truth is that I am grateful to you and to the network. I'm glad that my show can reach millions of viewers each week and I know that you're a big part of that. But I'm in this business to enlighten people, to enrich their lives, to give them alternatives to brainless reality television and contrived sitcoms. I don't feel that CUT is living up to its potential in that regard. You are selling sex and cheap thrills just to boost ratings without any regard to the quality of your programming."

"I am a feminist, and proud of it. But your advertisements don't have to be chaste, socially conscious PSAs. All that I and my viewing public are asking for is a little more respectful representation of women." Her words were passionate but controlled, her back straight and proud as she spoke. Still her eyes blazed angrily but she didn't rail or rant.

Her eyes followed him until he returned to his seat and he dismissed her patronizingly. All throughout his demands her anger grew hotter and hotter but she refused to let it boil over. She counted to ten, stood and straightened her gray pencil skirt, then leaned forward to place her hands on Austin's desk.

"Here's what's going to happen now. I will absolutely not apologize for my statements, they were genuinely meant and on point. I will appear on any talk show that I please and that I have the privilege of being invited to, with the exception of broadcast syndication rights for my show my contract has no exclusivity clause. You will continue to produce the remaining eight episodes of my show that you are contracted for, and I'm certain that you will continue with your smutty false advertising campaign, and despite you I will continue to educate and enlighten my audience until the day that contract expires."

Sarah straightened and tapped her comfortable flats against the stone floor, hands on her hips.

"Oh, and Austin, if you ever mention my wardrobe in that way again I'll sue you for sexual harassment so fast your head will spin."

She gave him a beautiful, cheery, infectious smile.

"Have a pleasant day."

She whirled on her heel and stalked out of his office.

 

[Vicious]

Austin sat down behind his desk confident that the meeting was over, because he had excused his guest and moved his attention back to one of his monitors, already forgetting that Sarah was even in the room. That was how things typically worked in Austin Walker's world; he told you to leave, and you did. So when Sarah Morten shifted in her chair and began speaking, the look on Austin’s face was priceless.

He didn’t seem angry, or the least bit upset that she was speaking, or even at what she said. Even when she threatened a sexual harassment lawsuit, Austin’s demeanor and facial expression remained unchanged; bewildered. People didn’t speak to him in this way even when he was firing them. People always crumbled in front of Austin, or at least they had for the last twenty years. He was a man who commanded respect, and people feared him.

But here stood a woman, who benefited hugely and directly from Austin’s management, who dared to challenge him. Not only that, but to threaten him? Austin leaned ever so slightly to the side, and remained perfectly still otherwise, even his lips staying expressionless. His hands rested calmly in his lap, and his cold grey-blue eyes stared at his defiant guest. Yes, Austin was actually wide-eyed, but it was not out of anger. He would have the same look on his face if Sarah were slowly sprouting horns from her head, or turning into a unicorn. Austin was curious, and definitely listening intently to every word Sarah spoke. This may have made her overconfident.

Austin remained motionless even as she flashed her beautiful smile, finally excused herself and turned to walk away. He let her take a few steps before he finally moved, breaking out of his frozen state suddenly as if he just woke up.

“My name is ’Mr. Walker',” he said as he leaned forward across his desk for his intercom panel. “Though, I think I’ll have you call me ‘Master'.” He only flashed a glance at Sarah as she was walking before pressing the nearest button on his panel. “Cheryl, lock my door, please.” Without a sound the huge metallic doors to Austin’s office would become as heavy as they looked, and if Sarah were to be in mid-pull, she would find her motion interrupted as the doors reacted to Austin’s command and Cheryl’s obedience, closing together, locking shut.

“Also, inform the press of the immediate suspension of Ms. Morten and the entire staff of her show. Indefinite, and unpaid. Reasons will remained undisclosed for now, until I find the time. Thank you, Cheryl.” Austin pushed back away from his desk and stood up finally, readjusting the jacket of his suit, staring across his large, beautiful office at Sarah before he walked around and strutted towards her, confidently.

“Sexual harassment, hm? That has to be the best idea you’ve ever had.” He stopped a few feet short of her, putting his hands in his jacket pockets, and nonchalantly made sure she knew there was no misunderstanding to his meaning or his intentions.

“Take off your clothes.”

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah was half way to the heavy doors when they glided shut on their hidden counterweights, the thunk of the lock sliding into place resonating like an executioner's gavel around the office. Sarah stopped up short and balled her hands into fists, whirling on Austin furiously.

"Well, that's rather childish, wouldn't you say? Locking me in here?" She said, crossing her arms and tapping a finger against her elbow.

"Stall for as long as you like, I'm not going to change my mind. You can't just..." She began, and then overheard her casually tell his receptionist that her show was suspended.

"What?!?!"

She stomped over to the door and pounded on it with the flat of her hand.

"You open this door immediately!" She barked, yelling through the metal at Austin's assistant.

She turned back to him, her chest heaving with rage.

"You can't do this, I have a contract, goddamnit!" She was about to march up to him when he coolly ordered her to disrobe. She couldn't believe her ears.

"Oh, that is just too much. You're crazy, you know that? You're insane. I'm going to sue you. I'm going to..." She trailed off, too angry to continue. She turned away from Austin in disgust.

The only thing she had with her was a small purse, just big enough for a small makeup case and her wallet and phone. She dug her cellphone out angrily and scrolled through her contacts until she found her lawyer. Still breathing heavily and shooting dirty looks across the office at Austin she dialed and held it up to her ear.

"Hello, Frank? Yes, it's me. No, not fine at all. You won't fucking believe this...."

 

[Vicious]

Austin stood motionless with his hands in his pockets as Sarah fumed, his only response to her rage being a very slight roll of his eyes, and then a sigh, which she probably didn’t hear over her stomping and phone call.

Before she could finish her sentence to her lawyer, Austin had taken one casual step towards her, enough at this point to close the gap between them, though Sarah might not have realized just how much taller and longer Austin was compared to her. With alarming speed, Austin’s hands erupted from his pockets, one snatching the phone from Sarah, the other giving her a quick, perfectly placed jab to her abdomen, right next to her liver. It wasn’t a push, but a punch, just hard enough to knock the wind out of almost any person, and definitely any woman, even one as strikingly built as Sarah.

Austin straightened as Sarah doubled over, a slight grin forming on his face finally as she crumbled beneath him. She would be over it in half a minute, but for that time she was helpless. Austin admired his work momentarily, then lifted the phone to his face.

“She’ll have to call you back, Frank. I don’t think she’s feeling well.” Austin didn’t explain himself further, only turning off the phone and slipping it into his pocket.

He turned his attention downward again, and carefully, methodically gathered Sarah’s beautiful brown locks up in his right fist. Once he was satisfied with the amount of hair piled into his hand, he tightened his grip severely, and yanked her head up and back, so she would look up at him. He only gave her a second before he slapped her across the face with his left hand, quickly but roughly.

“I think it’s time you learned your fucking place,” he gave her another slap, this one even harsher than the first. “Stupid, delusional fucking bitch. Come with me.” He turned and walked back to his desk, not letting his hand let go of even a strand of her hair, and not letting his hand, nor her head, come up past his mid thigh. Whether she found the composure, or intelligence, to comply and crawl with him, or be dragged like a useless doll, was not of importance to Austin. Now or ever.

Thirty steps later, he yanked her upwards by the makeshift ponytail inside his clenched fist, and threw her face first onto his desk, bent over, ass in the air. Austin finally let go of her hair as he did this, but immediately grabbed one of her wrists, and twisted it as he bent her arm and pinned her hand behind her back, keeping her in place by pushing forward while keeping her arm twisted, happy to twist it further if she insisted. His other hand wasted no time in peeling that classy, stylish pencil skirt up and over her fat ass.

There was no wasted movement anymore, and no calm demeanor. Austin’s intentions were clear as he moved to her underwear and then his zipper. He was going to rape her, right now in his office, and there was no way she or anyone else was going to stop him.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Austin's fist slammed into Sarah's midriff before she had time to react. The air left her lungs in a whoosh and she doubled over, trying futilely to gasp through her temporarily paralyzed diaphragm. That primal, specific terror that always descends when the air is knocked out of someone gripped her and her eyes popped open wide. She was too distracted to hear what he said into her phone, too stunned to react as he seized her by the hair, tangling his fingers in her wavy locks.

His slap snapped her head to the side and brought the pinpricks of tears to her eyes involuntarily. The first tiny breaths began to come back to her and she fought the urge to scream. Not in panic. Not in fear. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But before she could curse him he slapped her again, even harder. Stars exploded across her vision as her head snapped back and before she could react she was being dragged across the floor of the office.

She did scream then, the ripping pain in her scalp leaving her too disoriented to do much more than scrabble her legs uselessly as she slid across the floor. She lost one of her shoes as she reached up to grab his wrist, trying to take the pressure of her weight off of her hair. He was moving too fast to keep up but she managed to get her knees under her just as he reached the desk.

"H-Help!" She screamed hoarsely, her breath still coming in gasps. "Help! Help! Somebody!" Her only hope was that the receptionist would hear her and call the police. And she could hear. The pretty receptionist knew exactly what was going on in the office. She clenched her pussy around the vibrator that Austin forced her to wear in the office and moved gingerly to keep pressure off the bruises on her ass and back and didn't make one single move towards the phone.

In the office Austion jerked Sarah up up and slammed her into his desk, the cold surface knocking what air she was just beginning to regain from her lungs. On her feet and with the desk to push off against she immediately tried to whirl on him. To fight back, to claw and scratch and bite. But she was still too dazed and he leaped on her, seizing her arm and twisting it cruelly behind her.

"Aaah!" She shrieked through gritted teeth as he slammed her face down on the desk. Her earlier plans fled as she realized what a vulnerable position she was in. She was completely immobile, helpless to fight back against him as he controlled her like a child. The position left him pressed up against the ample globes of her ass and she could feel his hardon through his slacks. She had on illusions about what was about to happen.

The globes of her ass lifted higher and higher and then popped free with a jiggle as he jerked her skirt up over her hips to expose her flimsy cotton panties. He tore them away in one rough stroke, the material digging painfully into her cunt before ripping free. She heard his zipper and squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners.

But still her legs kicked futilely at his shins, trying to get purchase to kick up between his legs.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

 

[Vicious]

Austin’s smile grew wider as Sarah began to find her energy again, as she kicked and screamed for help, his smile only disappearing for a second as finally one of her kicks landed on his shin, making him grimace momentarily before twisting her arm more severely, paralyzing her with pain just for the few seconds he needed. He ripped away Sarah’s boring, simple cottons panties with such ferocity her hips were lifted off the desk before the cloth tore away, and was discarded like a piece of litter, falling out of his hand to the floor.

His hand then rummaged inside his zipper and pulled out his cock, which had only started getting hard once he had knocked the wind out of her just moments ago. By now it was so engorged and throbbing it was pointing upwards, despite its thickness and being over ten inches long, and Austin being near fifty years old. He had to push the thing down with quite a bit of effort for it to find its target.

He didn’t need to look where he was aiming, he had done this many times before, and much preferred looking at his target’s face when he first took them. So experienced was Austin in this ritual, he was careful as he entered, not wanting to rip his investment. Once the head slid into the tight, warm entrance, he slowly started to release Sarah’s twisted arm, as his other hand gathered her hair once again in his fist, the former soon joining once his cock was nearly halfway inside, comfortable with this arrangement, and happy for Sarah to have use of her limbs now.

“There we go, right where you belong,” Austin grumbled triumphantly as he pushed his big dick deeper into Sarah’s pristine pussy, being far more careful than one might have expected. But Austin knew how to test a new acquisition before really putting it to work. “And just think…” he grunted as he started to draw back and then push forward, establishing a slow rhythm for the moment, commenting on every draw of his hips, “… this is just… the beginning.” He let out soft, joyful breaths as he stretched her out, while clenching his fists and flexing his biceps more with every second, so that within ten Sarah’s head and neck were wrenched back, staring at the ceiling, while simultaneously Austin somehow used his leverage and control to keep her abdomen down on the desk. “In a few weeks… you’ll look back at this… like it was… a romantic… first date…”

His grip on her hair was absolutely brutal, her scalp feeling like it was being pulled at every possible point. With two fistfuls of her beautiful, wavy brown locks, Austin held these makeshift reins tightly as he continued to prod at Sarah’s cunt, figuring out just how much of his thick hard cock she would be able to handle, for now, and watching her reactions carefully as he pushed against her limits. Any cursing at him, or fighting, would be undoubtedly interrupted with a very small jerk of his hips, shoving more of his fat dick into her tiny cunt, brutalizing her from the inside.

With Sarah held like this, Austin was reminded of Sarah’s most prominent feature, as the incredible curve of her bust contrasted with the tiniest of her bent waist. Suddenly he threw her face back down into the desk, made all the more harsher when coupled with her being pulled backward so harshly just before. Austin’s hands moved quickly, over her own arms to prevent her from fighting back with any success, wrapping around her and ripping open her jacket and blouse to reveal the bra and unrivaled chest underneath.

“Can’t forget about these, can we, Titty Cow?” Austin sneered happily into her ear as he pressed his torso against her back, moving to rip off more of her clothes. He did not pull either piece off completely, instead pulling the jacket and blouse off just enough so that they would be bundled up behind Sarah at her shoulders and elbows, confining her more, made worse as one of his hands gathered the garments up between her elbows as a sort of impromptu pair of restraints, her arms locked behind her now as Austin’s left hand found her hair again. He didn’t even touch her bra a tiny bit, preferring to see her enormous tits pop free of the laughable confines as Austin began to fuck the shit out her.

He twisted her head around so he could see her face, and better yet, so she could see him. Her arms were pinned behind her with his other hand, and she was helpless, mostly immobile, and now Austin really started to go to work. His hips moved faster, and faster still in a matter of seconds, so that now he was feeding her just enough cock that it would sting, but not every thing he had. His hips didn’t press against her, but internally he pushed her enough that her hips and thighs would bang against the edge of his desk with every thrust, biting into her smooth skin.

Austin gasped joyfully as he started to fuck her harder and harder, watching her perfect body jiggle more and more with his harsh movements. He yanked on her hair sporadically, just to hear her whimper, or watch her clench her teeth; to make her eyes open if she tried to close them. He pulled her head back, twisted it, yanked it to and fro, all just to make it all the worse for her, because it made it all the better for him. His hand would leave her wrists briefly to slap her across the face while holding it still with her handful of hair, before returning to the restraints, then down to grip that huge fat ass possessively, his fingers digging into her skin harshly. He fucked her harder still, wrenching her neck back again, making her chest stand out even more, as the desk began to rock loudly, the sound echoing throughout the spacious office, a mug, a stapler, s laptop falling off the sturdy desk from how roughly Austin started to fuck his new rape slut, her big ass cheek bouncing in his hand, her huge tits jiggling even more with nothing to brace them.

“Come on you fucking useless cunt, scream for me. Fucking scream.”

 

[The Supple Nail]

“Nuh!” Sarah grunted in desperate agony as Austin penetrated her from behind, her soft feminine voice tailing up like a question at the end. He was enormous and her tight pussy was completely dry. Her inner walls caught and dragged, pulling against him futilely as his cock burrowed its ugly little head further, and further, and further into her guts. His pace was galacial, deliberate, inch after inch of his massive invader pushed inexorably into her. Stretching her, battering her sensitive walls aside without any concern for the pain that he was inflicting.

She was paralyzed by it, immobilized by it, unable to do anything but clench her quivering thighs together as she tried to force this invader out of her body. She couldn’t hear his words or even feel the wrenching pain in her shoulder as he controlled her body. All that filed her mind was the intense, inescapable sense of violation that she felt. The helplessness, the terror. That was worse than any physical pain. But each lingering thrust sent waves of fire through her pussy none the less.

After an eternity and with one final push Austin’s cock slammed into the very depths of her cunt, his head battering at the clenched knot of her cervix.

"Aaaaau!" Sarah wailed in pain. It felt like she had been punched in the stomach from inside her body. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, helplessly, reacting to the agony of penetration. Her senses were too disoriented by the brutality of it for her to register the fact, but although Austin's thighs were quivering against her pillowy ass cheeks his pubis was not flush against the lips of her pussy. He had reached the end of her, claimed all of her that there was to claim, and still inches of cock were uncovered in the open air.

He released her arm then but before she could twist away or try to escape he seized her hair once again and jerked her head back. Her body was bent nearly double, a torturous inverted U, eyes staring helplessly at the ceiling as Austin began to move in her. Her mascara ran in streaks down her smooth cheeks and her eyes were clenched shut in pain and humiliation. Each long pull was agony rasping along her sensitive insides. But it was nothing compared to the impact, the pain of having his head slam into the base of her vaginal tract.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Each pounding stroke drove the air from her lungs along with a grunt of pain. Even the most well lubed whore would be sore from Austin's massive cock. A brutal rape like Sarah was undergoing was torture.

Without warning Sarah's chest and face was slammed forwards onto the desk, her palms futilely scrabbling for purchase there before her clothing was ripped open. The jacket of her suit coat split at the buttons but her blouse was torn off as easily as her panties, wadded into an impromptu binder that forced her arms behind her again. They were pinioned now, but by twisting the sturdy fabric Austin forced them farther and farther back, until Sarah's elbows were nearly touching behind her back. The posture forced her to thrust her chest out obscenely.

Austin was pounding her in earnest now. He controlled the depth of his penetrations by slamming his hips into Sarah's ass but not pressing as far forward as he could have. The result let him jackhammer her mercilessly without the friction of her cunt causing her to tear. It was more about impact now, a relentless series of blows that sent her crashing into the desk and made her enormous tits bounce around like volley balls. It was inevitable that they would pop free from the confines of her bra. But rather than sliding out the fragile garment snapped in the middle, sending her flying as her body was ravaged.

With one hand pinning her elbows together in her clothing the other was free to paddle her ass red, maul at her tits, pinch her nipples until she thought he would tear them off, and rip her hair to position her head any way he wanted. Sarah had no concentration to pay heed to Austion's goading. No, her shrieks of agony were wholly involuntary. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her cries made choppy by the merciless pounding she was receiving. And with every breath that she was able to save she cursed and railed at him.

 

[Vicious]

Austin continued to pound away at Sarah’s tight, non lubricated pussy with measured aggression. It was perfectly evident he could continue to do whatever he wanted to this woman, to brutalize and torment her in any way he wished, but for the moment he was beyond pleased with simply fucking her. A large grin was plastered on his face as the woman who was just minutes ago so confident, so dismissive of him and his power, was now a sobbing, shrieking wreck, bent over his desk, being fucked ruthlessly.

Every part of her begged for mercy; her cries, her aching pussy, but most of all her most prominent feature, the obscene giant tits that flopped about sickeningly from Austin’s thrusting. Never was a woman's need for support so apparent. Typically, the highlighting of such a weakness about a new fuck slave would spur Austin to attack it more directly, via more barbaric treatment. For the moment however, he preferred to leave Sarah’s inimitable chest unscathed by his sadistic hands, instead wanting to exploit her top-heaviness another way.

The harder he fucked her, the more her giant tits wobbled about obscenely. The more he yanked her hair, pulled her to and fro, and bent her spine as far back as it would go, the more burdensome the two globes became. They were heavy, cumbersome, and every pounding caused them to smack together and pull painfully on Sarah’s delicate frame. For Austin, he wanted Sarah to not curse him for abusing her tits, but lament her misfortune for them even existing. To feel cursed for her own body.

Of course, she was in no mental state currently to reflect on such a thing. Nevertheless, Austin enjoyed himself, making a brief game out of it, his cold eyes fixated on the pair. He had forced them to rip out of their bra merely by fucking her, now he wanted them to hurt her by the very same method.

But, after a few minutes, Austin’s glee subsided, his smile fading. He finally let go of Sarah’s hair, her clothes, everything, as he leaned back, this time grabbing the globes of her fat ass with both hands as he stared down at his cock buried in her cunt. She was still so dry, and Austin was bored of it. His hands gripped at her cheeks brutally a few times, just to watch them jiggle, before giving her a few rough slaps, though not nearly as hard as he could have managed, the point of the slaps being to humiliate rather than hurt.

“Too fucking stupid to even get wet, hm? Fuck, this is the driest cunt I’ve ever had.” Yes, he blamed her for being so dry. Austin believed with sheer will power Sarah could have spared herself so much of this pain. It wasn’t just a belief either; he knew it to be true, from the other whores he’d trained. His hands slid up her firm, tight hips and lower back to the jacket and blouse still bundled up behind her. Surprisingly, his hands moved to help her out of the garments now completely, moving gingerly, carefully, almost gentlemanly, now leaving her entirely naked other than the skirt turned into a belt pooled around her wide hips.

“Well don’t worry. I can be a much more merciful slave owner than you may have thought. I’ll lube your cunt up, and then flip you over and fuck you all over again.” He said it as he carefully took off his own jacket finally, sliding out of it like he was finally about to get to some blue collar work, even rolling up the sleeves of his now revealed white button-up.

Sarah’s arms may have been free now, but Austin didn’t allow her much time to use them, as he gathered her up in his much more powerful arms and stood her more upright, but still bent forward slightly. His elbows pinched her own into her ribs, as his hands finally found those giant piles of tit flesh.

His fingers sunk in slowly, at first simply fondling her. He lifted up the heavy orbs, feeling their weight, squeezing them just a little, but not too roughly. At the same time, he withdrew his cock a couple of inches, so he was no longer pushing her inner limits. He found her hard nipples, and pinched them playfully, almost lovingly, exploring her fantastic breasts like her first boyfriend must have. He was molesting her, softly, made all the worse when juxtaposed with the treatment that had preceded it, and with what was to come directly afterward.

His lips were against her ear, the sick bastard even taking it upon himself to give her lobe a gentle kiss, before he whispered to her, “I just want you to know, Sarah, that if you didn’t have these,” he gave her tits a sudden shake, one in each hand, making the flesh jiggle about, “I would have just fired you over the phone and been done with it. But because of these? I’m gonna turn you into the most filthy fucking whore I’ve ever owned.”

Then, Austin hurt her. His fingers sunk deep, deeeep into her tits, squeezing them so roughly the flesh at the top of her chest bubbled up near her chin. And just when she thought he couldn’t possibly squeeze any deeper, he did. If they had been implants, they would have burst. Then, Austin let go, and lifted them high, up to her chin, even her lips, before letting them fall roughly back down, a move that wasn’t so much brutal as humiliating, and reminding her again of her genetic misfortune. Then, he slapped them. Upwards, sideways, even downwards, whatever way Sarah was expecting, Austin did the opposite. He made them smack together, he made them lift and drop from the devastating smacks, he made them red.

Once his arms were tired, he gripped her nipples with his fingers, and began trying to peel them off of her, again lifting the heavy udders with their sensitive tips, making it so the weight of Sarah's tits were what was causing the pain. He twisted them, tried to flatten them with his powerful fingers. And at this time, Sarah felt his cock beginning to thrust in her again, this time more of a lewd, animal-like humping gesture. The more she screamed, and wailed, the more he started to hump, slapping her tits yet again, before finally his hands sunk in as deep as they could go, her flesh bubbling out and around his strong fingers, and he pulled himself in to his deepest point inside of her yet again, right against her limit, as his cock throbbed, twitched, and then spewed its thick cum into her guts.

He held her like this as he blew his load into her, stood nearly straight up, her tits flattened against her tight form, his cock stuffed deep into her, his hot seed splattering against her walls. It lasted nearly a minute, and Austin’s cum was so copious it began leaking out of their tight seal in a matter of seconds. It was more than five normal men would have managed, and every burst was accompanied by a terrible throbbing of Austin’s cock, stretching Sarah out even more.

He shuddered as he finally finished, and smiled against her ear, "See? Won't that feel better, whore?" as he gave her a few more thrusts to test out her new well-lubed cunt, before he finally pulled out, a river or his cum drooling out of her beaten hole following his prick. He shoved her face down onto the desk, so that her raw tits were mashed against the cold glass surface, and then gave her big ass a few additional swats from his hand.

"Now, flip the fuck over and open your legs, cunt."

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah had always had problems with her massive tits. Not just the social awkwardness, the stares and the catcalls. There were simple physical problems that came from having a quarter of your weight hanging off your chest. She had back problems and stiffness, although thankfully no stretch marks. She had trouble sitting in narrow airline seats. It was difficult for her to type, having to literally reach around her own breasts to reach any keyboard. She had to wear mostly custom clothes, bras simply didn't come in a size that would fit her. But all of those paled into tiny, insignificant problems compared to the pain that her swinging tits inflicted as they jerked and dragged against her rib cage.

Austin was fucking her so hard that the massive globes of flesh were bouncing around like dice shook in a cup. They jerked and flopped, tugging her this way and that on the desk. If she had her arms free to support herself it wouldn't be nearly as painful. But with her arms pinned and her head jerked back so far that she thought her neck might snap there was nothing to do to stop her traitorous body from inflicting even more pain on her.

So it wasn't just relief from the rape when Austin's cock stopped pistoning in and out of her clenching, spasming pussy. Her whole body relaxed when he loosed his grip on her and at last let her slump forwards onto the desk. She lay there panting for a long moment, too disoriented and well fucked to move much. Austin's cock was still lodged in the warm, tight confines of her pussy, stretching her edges. Sarah mustered in her the will to resist but for now she simply lay there and panted, desperately basking in the much needed reprieve.

Her reprieve was short lived though.

"No!" She squeaked, trying to cover her tits with her hands when Austin began to grope them. The gesture was futile though. Not only was Austin strong enough to peel her fingers away effortlessly or force his own hands under her so that they might as well not be there. There was simply too much a creamy expanse of flesh for one pair of arms to defend it all against her rapist's probing fingers.

His gentle stroking and teasing was as humiliating as the rape, although markedly less pleasant. But when he began mauling, squeezing, and slapping her she started to struggle again. Her thighs clenched desperately against him as she tried to wiggle free, her hands battered at his and pried futilely at his fingers to try and earn some measure of relief for her tortured breast flesh. Far from a complacent victim she struggled and fought, a bundle of elbows and energy in Austin's arms as he tried to control her.

"F-fuck you. Get...get off me." She panted, trying futile to buck him. The motion jammed her hips back into his just at the inopportune moment when he began to thrust in earnest and the force of the blow inside her made her shriek in agony.

Slowly the pace of her rape began to pick up again until Austin was slamming into her with jackhammer intensity. But this time his hands were also torturing her massive breasts, mauling and pinching until she though he was going to tear them off. Tears streamed down Sarah's face as she fought him, trying to elbow him in the head whenever he moved forwards and prying at his hands when he moved back.

Although her senses were too messed up to really register anything her woman's instinct took over when his pace sped up. Without realizing how she knew it she knew what was coming.

"N...Nooooo!" She moaned in humiliation and defeat as his hips thrust forward, cum spurting into her like a fire hose. The torrent was immense. Not just pumping, contracting squirts, it was like he was pissing semen up into her womb. She could feel the warmth of his juices dripping from her pussy and running down the inside of her thighs. She could smell it, musky and strong as the scent of fucking filled the office. It was the most degrading, disgusting experience of her life.

She slumped forward again when he pulled his messy cock out of her pussy and a torrent of cum followed, splattering to the floor and making a mess of her inner thighs. She felt polluted by it, like he had dunked her crotch in something filthy beyond measure. She gathered her strength as she felt him move behind her, only dimly registering his words.

"...and open your legs, cunt."

She feigned disorientation, not difficult considering how messed up she truly was. Then, with her gymnast's speed and strength she whirled on the desk, her legs coiling beneath her.

"FUCK YOU!" She spat, and aimed a tremendous kick directly at his erect cock.



[[Hey, I'll be out of town until Wednesday. Probably won't have a chance to post, but who knows.]]

 

[Vicious]

Austin may have been much stronger than Sarah, but he wasn’t so delusional as to think his new fucktoy couldn’t hurt him at all. Unlike even the average fit woman, Sarah’s legs weren’t simply lacking in fat, but were thick, meaty slabs of muscle, and the core of her strength, her abdomen, was ripped in a way that was almost unfeminine, meaning her kicks were nothing to take lightly.

But this wasn’t Austin’s first time breaking in a stubborn, uppity bitch. So while he hoped she would have the sense to listen, flip over and just open her legs up like a good whore, he knew that was unlikely, and kept just the right amount of distance so Sarah wouldn’t catch him off guard. Moreover, she was already a mess, and while her kick still had plenty of power behind it, she didn’t have the composure to get him in the balls where she should have.

Though even if she had, what exactly would that have changed? A point that Austin made as he barely winced from the kick to his cock, before putting his arms out and staring directly into her teary, green eyes, looking at her like she was an absolute idiot.

“What do you think you’re going to do here? Do you think throwing a tantrum is going to open the doors? Alert the police? All you accomplish is pissing me off even more, which, if you remember, is why you’re in this position to begin with. Now come here…”

He paused just a second before feinting a movement towards her, knowing she would kick again, backing off and catching her ankle before stepping in for real. He gathered her juicy leg up in one arm, wrapping his arm around her thigh and knee, while pushing it apart and pulling her forward, throwing her off balance yet again as she tried to follow up with another kick, as he knew she would. Her other leg wasn’t much of a threat now, pushed aside by his hips and own leg as he stepped into her, pushing her back with his free hand so that she would have to use one arm to keep herself propped up. Her other arm was a slight threat, a bit encumbered by her own leg and her huge tits as Austin pushed her leg so far into her that her thigh mashed against her pile of tit flesh, but Sarah could still manage to wrangle that arm about and claw at him a bit, though not fully. It was a risk Austin was happy to take, as he considered this his new whore’s first real lesson.

His free hand gripped his cock again and aimed it right for her cum-drenched cunt, jamming it back in, just as tight as he had left it, the tiny, polluted hole making a sick squelching sound from all the sperm still inside her. Austin gave her just a tad less than she thought was her limit and left himself there as his hand moved now to grab a fistful of her hair again, this time at the front of her scalp rather than the top, to force her to look at him.

“Since you’re too fucking stupid to realize this on your own, I’ll explain it to you; the more you fight, the more you disobey, the worse it will be. So I can either fuck you nice and slow,” he emphasized his point by drawing his hips out slowly and giving Sarah just a tad less of his enormous, thick cock, but as she cursed at him, and clawed him, he gave her the other alternative.

“Or…,” as he shook his head, like Sarah was just incapable of understanding basic reasoning. Austin pushed his dick deep into her again, his prick punching against her tender insides yet once more, his hips drawing back faster, farther, only to punish her delicate internals again, and again. His fingers yanked on her hair more fiercely, pulling tighter and wrenching on her neck the more she fought. “I can fuck some sense into you, if you insist on being such a dumb cunt.” Austin pulled on her hair until she was forced to look up at him, her beautiful face and lovely green eyes a beaten mess, and he punctuated his sentence by spitting directly into her face, a large wad of saliva splattering right between her eyes. His hand left her hair for a second, to slap her across the face “playfully” before gripping her hair again, as his hips continued to pump into her, slowing down just a bit.

“So, what’s it gonna be, bitch? How fucking dumb are you?”

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah struggled and squirmed as Austin re positioned her, scooting her forward until the meaty globes of her ass were hanging off his desk and then shoving her legs back until her knees were almost forced behind her. Even with years of yoga and gymnastic training she could feel her spine creaking, forcing her to support herself on one hand instead of fighting back the way she longed to.

"Fuck you. Fuck you!" She screamed, clawing futilely towards Austin's face. Her nails were trimmed and painted conservatively but she still tried to tear his eyes, gouge his face. Instead the farthest she could reach was to rake his chest futilely.

He seized a handful of her thick hair and she felt like it would tear out of her scalp. His tangled fist jerked and whipped her neck to whatever position he wanted it in, easily holding her at arms length. She clapped her free hand to his wrist, her fingers prying against his uselessly.

This position was more personal, closer, as she glared up at him from beneath her long eyelashes. Her mascara made twin streaks down her cheeks and her tears had pooled the makeup into dark spots beneath her eyes. Her eyes were full of hate and fury as she glared up at him.

"Unf!" She moaned when he pushed his cock back into her, trying to twist and swivel away from him as best she could. Her soupy cunt contracted around him involuntarily when he pushed into her. She could feel the bulbous head of his cock pushing farther and farther into her. This first penetration was the worst. The rough fucking from before had blended into a sawing hell of misery. This time she could feel every vein, every ridge as it slid deeper and deeper and deeper into her.

"You...fucking...cocksucker..." She grunted out her words, each one pushed out of her by a vicious thrust.

"People don't...just...disappear." She gritted her teeth.

"I've got...thousands of fans...I'm meeting...my manager later today...there's no way...you'll get away...with...this...uuuuungh!" She spat the words at him through gritted teeth, denial plain in her words and denial flashing in her mind. There's no way he'll get a way with this. There's no way he'll get away with this! This can't be happening!

"Whatever you do...to me...I'll make sure...some skinhead...motherfucker...does to you...in...priso-!"

Austin interrupted her by spitting directly in her face. Sarah's cheeks flushed with shame and rage. The physical assault wasn't the worst of it. There was the sense of violation, yes. But the degrading names he called her, or being stripped and bent over, or being spat on like an animal, the humiliation of it was worse than any physical sensation he could possibly put her through. Waves of shame and degradation washed over her. Confusing her senses as, inevitably, friction and stimulation began to take it's course.

Her traitorous pussy began to lubricate, juicing in raw response to the massive cock pummeling in and out of it. The squelching noises filling the office began to intensify. Each thrust sent a new spurt of cum leaking from her pussy and dripping down her ass to pitter patter on the floor in droplets.

"This isn't happening. This can't be happening."

 

[Vicious]

Every time Sarah tried to claw, or hit Austin, he would grip her hair more firmly, and drive more of his cock into her cum-drenched pussy. If she got too out of control for his liking, he’d slap her across her face too, or right across her heaving, bouncing breasts. He’d hit her, yank on her hair and wrench on her neck until she’d finally settle down, if only for a moment, and then he’d resume fucking her nice and slow. Relatively.

“That’s a good whore,” he groaned as her eyes narrowed hatefully, but her arm settled between her knee and her mountain of tit flesh. He wasn’t just responding to her lack of fighting, but the way her body was finally reacting to his big cock. Her pussy started to quiver, to lubricate itself on top of the cup of cum still sloshing around inside of her, even her lips starting to plump. She moaned, disguised as one of pain, but Austin had done this enough to know the difference. He was claiming her body in more ways than one, but of course Sarah wasn’t so weak-willed to just follow her biological reactions.

“You…fucking…cocksucker. …People don’t…just…disappear,” she sneered at him through gritted teeth. Her beautiful, infectious smile.

“Useless cunts do. Stupid whores do. They have before, and so will you.” Austin spat back, punctuated without another deep thrust and a slap across her face. He did it now just for fun, just because he liked the sound. Just to give her a bit of blush, though a dozen slaps in rhythm with his fucking did make her face a little too red on one side for his liking.

Sarah whined some more inane, ridiculous nonsense about how Austin “wouldn’t get away with it,” about her manager, about her fans, about him being in prison, and he had finally had enough. He held his cock deep within her as he slapped her across the face twice, much harder than could be deemed “playfully," his intent now to slap her to make her dizzy, just so he could pull his cock out for a moment.

He grabbed his engorged, thick member by the base and jiggled his prick around her pristine, dripping folds, just to enjoy the sensation, watching his sperm continue to pour out. Then, he took his big, meaty hand and cupped her dripping cunt, driving three of his fingers deep inside her. In a way, it was more humiliating and possessive than even using his cock, Austin pawing and fingering her without hesitation as if he did truly own her. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted with her body.

He didn’t leave his hand there long, only enough to cover his fingers in his cum, and to remind Sarah of her place. He gathered her body up again in the same position as before, one leg held back, pinning her arm with her own body, driving his cock back in. Then Austin found her uppity, stupid, yapping mouth and shoved his cum-coated digits as far into her mouth as they would go, almost into her throat, making her gag on them even if they weren’t slathered in his sperm.

“Here, this will shut you up,” he sneered as he began fucking his new whore once more. He knew she would try to bite, but with every finger but his thumb in her mouth he would merely respond by pulling her jaw downward, treating the beautiful celebrity the way he would a disobedient, violent dog that tried to bite him. Austin’s fingers sank against Sarah’s tongue, and were just as powerful as the rest of him. The fingers weren’t in her mouth just to visit; they would stay there buried for the next ten minutes, as he continued to fuck his new acquisition.

The sounds of groaning and grunting filled the office now, as well as the occasional slaps of his thighs against her large globes of ass flesh. Austin truly fucked Sarah long and hard, using her to get himself off once more. Her body bounced and shook in response to every thrust, her big tits making rhythmic circles on her sturdy, muscular frame. Austin’s fingers stayed hooked in her mouth, which also allowed him to make sure she couldn't turn her head, so she was forced to look at him. Should she try to close her eyes, he would let her for a moment, as his hips sped up briefly, liking the idea of her being so beaten, broken and horrified that she tried to escape in darkness, only to then be woken up by a particularly deep thrust, or another wad of spit splattering against her face. Austin would spit on her repeatedly during the ordeal, as well as humiliate and taunt her more with his words.

“I hope you enjoy the taste of that cum, whore. You’ll be eating a lot of it from from now. Not just mine, either. Whomever’s I tell you to. Whenever I make you. You’ll drink it by the cup, you’ll lick it off the floor, you’ll guzzle it from a fucking funnel if I want. How does that sound?”

“Wish you had just fucking apologized yet? Still too proud to admit what a dumb mistake you made? What a stupid cunt you were for antagonizing me?”

“Come on, Titty Cow; moan for me! Moan as you get fucked! I know you like it; I can feel your pussy twitching. Has a man never treated you to a good fucking before? Well don’t worry, you’ll get lots of good fuckings for the rest of your life now. That's your only use now, you fucking cunt!”

Austin sawed, rocked, humped, and fucked Sarah until he finally felt himself on edge, and better yet, could feel her responding too, much to her shame. But he was far too angry to let her have that. As he neared his own orgasm, his hand finally left her mouth, and his other left her hair, as they joined around her neck. He squeezed until she looked at him, then more until her mouth opened, and then even more until her eyes bulged in fear. He cut off her air, and started pounding her good and hard again, nearing his release.

“No, you don’t get to cum. You don’t deserve it. I may never let you cum again, you worthless cunt. You stupid bitch. You’re my fucking cum dumpster now. You’re my toy. I get to use you, you don’t get to use me. Not until you learn your fucking place. Not until you beg me for it. You'll... have... to... beg... me... to... ever... cum... again...” He pounded her until his desk shook, and strangled her until she nearly passed out, at which point he finally felt it coming…

Austin pulled out and jerked his cock with one hand, as his other grabbed his new whore’s hair, pulling her to the ground. Her body would go limp, but he would hold her up, on her knees and ass, angling her face towards his cock as he finally came again. Unbelievably, it was just as much as the first time; thick rope after thick rope of white, hot, gooey cum blasting out of his bulbous head and onto Sarah’s face, into her hair, onto her huge tits. The first blasts would hit with such intensity they would sting the flesh, and each would be longer than a piece of spaghetti, and more than twice as thick. Heavy, hot threads of sperm coating her pretty, beaten face, dripping to her tits, to the floor, covering her in the mess as it still leaked from her cunt. Austin grunted and his body jerked violently as his hand pumped furiously along his shaft, blasting his messy, massive load all over the beaten whore at his feet. The last of it would dribble out of Austin’s tip as he still pumped, flicking his cock in her direction, making sure every bit of it claimed her, before he wiped his spasming prick clean with a handful of her soft hair, at which point he tossed her to the ground dismissively.

He panted as he looked down at her, waiting a few seconds before he started straightening himself out; fixing his shirt, tucking it back in, buttoning up his cuffs. His cold grey eyes looked a bit more alive as he glared at her, eyelids fluttering, catching his breath. “Well…,” he gulped,” “… that was… disappointing.”

Austin then moved back behind his desk and opened a drawer, taking out a silver chain and metal collar. There was nothing fancy or expensive about the collar, merely two half-circles of thick silver metal connected by an incredibly sturdy hinge. He moved back around to Sarah before she could have possibly gathered herself and took her by the hair, dragging her away from the desk and to the middle of the spacious office. Hidden in the floor, under a very small compartment, was a metal hook. This wasn’t a hook that was added later with some bolts, but one that clearly had been in mind since the inception of the building, and used many times since. It wasn’t one that could be ripped out, even by the strongest man. Austin casually used a padlock to lock one end of the three foot chain in place, and then clasped the metal collar around Sarah’s thin neck; a perfect fit. The two pieces of the collar flattened to clasp together at the front, with a small hole lined up between them. Through this hole Austin would loop another lock, then the chain, and then lock them in place, leaving Sarah chained to the floor of his office, well out of reach of the bar, the televisions, his desk, the bathroom, anything. She was left to nothing but the floor, her new chain, her puddles of sperm, her new collar and the skirt still pooled around her waist.

Austin then turned and walked away, his cock finally settling down enough for him to tuck it back into his pants and finish straightening himself out. He zipped up, put his jacket on, found a mirror in the corner to make himself as presentable as possible, then moved towards the doors of his office.

“I have business to attend to. I’ll be back, and when I return, cunt, we’ll see what you’ve learned. Smarten up, and things might not go so poorly for you.” He didn’t even look at her direction as he moved. “Cheryl!? You can unlock the doors now.” With another thump that echoed throughout the office the doors unlocked, and Mr. Walker opened them with just a fingertip, as he left to live his life, while Sarah remained covered in his cum and chained to his floor.