"She's really getting it now," Mark said, satisfaction coloring his voice. "Every inch of her body's coming unglued."
"I can see it," Wayne agreed. "The sleazy cunt's really getting off!"
Karen wished that she had more hands. Three or four, anyway, so that she could crush both her tits and use hands on her cunt and asshole at the same time. She sawed her fingers back and forth inside the damp tunnel of her ass and slurped hungrily at her squeezing cunt. Her entire frame was shuddering with the strain of her pleasure. She wondered if she was going to survive this orgasm, but that was a tiny concern placed against the hellish ecstasy that was tearing through her body now.
"There's someone I want you to meet, Karen," Mark said, and Wayne looked up with a smirk as Mark hit the buzzer by the door of Karen's office. "Since you're going to be so important to the running of the company from now on, I thought that you'd want a personal assistant, and I was nice enough to hire you one. Wasn't that nice of me? Answer, Karen!"
"Yes. Ohhh, yessss!" Karen pulled her face away from her convulsing cunt for just an instant, but it was long enough to see the change in her face. "Yesss!"
Her eyes were rimmed with red now and dilated with lust. Her face glistened with her cunt-juice. It ran into her golden hair and puddled in the hollows of her throat and ears. Her lips were scratched red and swollen with sexual excitement. Mark knew that she was almost reduced to the thing he wanted to make of her.
Karen buried her face back into her cunt, unmindful of what Mark was saying, uncaring that he was going to bring in a stranger to view her debasement. Her body was ravaged by the orgasms that whirled through her, her mind destroyed by the waves of agonizing pleasure that burned through every neuron. She could feel the procession of climaxes begin to weaken now, and she strained, wanting to squeeze all the pleasure she could out of her body.
"Karen," Mark said theatrically. "I want you to meet your new assistant." He flung open the door.
"Hello, Miss Antonella," Wayne said.
"Hello, Wayne," the newcomer replied with a sweet smile. Her face turned hard when she looked at Karen. "Hello, Karen, I'm here to assist you in your new job. You can call me Mistress. But only when I give you permission."
Karen's face fell away from her cunt, the back of her head striking the hard surface of the bed. Her arms dropped limply to her sides as the maddened pleasure of her orgasms subsided. Wayne cunt her other foot loose and she fell flat on the bed, still secured to it by the leash of rope around her stomach. She had never before felt the kind of shame she experienced now.
Mark had brought in a woman to witness her debauchment, and not just any woman. The sexy brunette standing at the foot of Karen's bondage bed was a woman Karen had met before. The bitch was a negotiator, a professional go-between for the big companies, and a few years before she'd worked on a deal with Karen's husband. She'd tried to work her way into his pants as well. It had ended with Karen calling her a slut and slapping her in the middle of a party, and Karen had tried very hard to put her out of her mind ever since. Mark had brought her back, to both Karen's mind and life.
Karen had never seen her like this before. She was dressed in a leather corset that slimmed her already-narrow waist and lifted and thrust out her big, firm tits. A pair of black leather panties bulged with the lush cheeks of her ass and outlined the mound of her cunt so tightly that Karen could see even the cleft of Antonella's fat-lipped cunt. Her long, shapely legs were packed into sleek black nylons and she stood atop five-inch spiked heels. Even through the haze of her pain and hatred Karen could not help admiring the wild sensuality of the woman who stood before her.
"It's been a long time, Karen." There were other things different about Antonella as well. Three-inch-long, black-polished, razor-edged fingernails clicked at the ends of her fingers now. And a black whip tipped with dozens of shining metal hooks curled in her hand. "I'm going to make you scream, cunt. I'm going to break you into a whimpering little slut slave. I fucked your limp-dicked husband for the last three years just so I'd be around when he died and you'd be alone. I've always wanted your sexy ass, bitch, and that slap you gave me made me want to hear you scream!"
Karen looked up wearily, unable to muster even the energy to respond to the ravishing woman. The string of orgasms she'd just experienced had wracked her, wrecked her, and now she was almost too exhausted to even be ashamed of the lewd way she was displayed for Antonella's inspection. The day's beating and fucking and bondage had reduced her to near insensibility.
"You stink, cunt!" Antonella said, sounding only mildly disgusted at the state Karen was in. She stepped closer and loosened the rope from around the blonde widow's waist. "You're filthy as a pig. Is that what you are, Karen? A filthy little pig?"
Karen tried to rouse herself to answer, but she couldn't. The pain was overwhelming. All she could do was watch through lidded eyes as Antonella pulled off the stray scraps of her clothing that remained on her body. Antonella let her hands wander freely as she finished the job of denuding the young blonde. She pinched her red, sore cunt-lips and scratched the reddened cheeks of her ass. She tweaked stiff nipples with her sharpened fingernails and even traced an inquisitive finger around the red, scum-smeared oval of Karen's lips.
Karen could deny her nothing, had neither the energy or will to protest. She tried to knock the dark-haired woman's hands away from her cunt when Antonella pinched her there, but it was so much effort just to raise her arm that Karen let it fall limply back to the bed. The hours of straining at the bonds Mark and Wayne had confined her in had taken their toll. She was battered from their fucking, bruised from their beatings. She was broken. She would deny Antonella nothing.
"What pretty blonde hair," Antonella said mockingly, drawing it away from Karen's neck while she slipped a collar around her. Karen saw, with a pang of humiliation, that there was a leash connected to her new, metal collar. "What a pretty blonde piggie. Does the piggie want to have a nice bath or lie here and wallow?"
Karen's cunt was so much tenderized meat, her asshole felt loose and wet and ruined. She was afraid of what the water would do to her, but she wanted the smell of cum and piss cleansed from her body. She knew that Antonella was expecting an answer, but she wasn't sure what to say.
Tears trickled from her eyes when she realized that they had broken her will so completely that she couldn't even decide whether to take a bath or not.
"Come on, piggie, it's bath time," Antonella sighed at last, yanking on her end of the leash that was wrapped tight around Karen's slender throat. Karen was pulled up slightly, but she still couldn't urge her body to move her off the bed. "Come on, piggie. Move your stinking ass!"
Karen felt anger fire through her, but she knew she couldn't act on it. Here was this woman who claimed to have been having an affair with her husband for the last three years of his life, a slut who'd steal another woman's husband, and she was acting like she was the better of the two of them. Karen suddenly hated Antonella more deeply and fiercely than either of the two men who had placed her in this bondage.
"Do it, you slimy, dirty, pig!" Antonella screeched, her calm dissolving to rage in an instant. She jerked on the leash so hard that Karen couldn't draw a breath. "Move your hot little ass off that bed!"
Karen screamed, surprising even herself with the sudden strength and rage that flared through her body. She came off the bed in a lurch and rushed the dark-haired beauty who held her trapped.