Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She would have screamed as the glass tube entered her and went all the way up her rectum if it hadn't been for the rubber ball in her mouth. She could only moan.

"I'm going to give you a little enema, chickie. Turpentine and some other stuff. Hot. And I'll beat you to a bloody pulp if you don't hold it all inside when I yank out the tube!"

She almost passed out from the agony of the hot enema burning into her bowels. She felt weak. Collapsing against the chains holding her arms, however, caused too much pain for her to bear. She had to take the entire enema, no matter how weak it made her feel.

She couldn't even cry out. The ball clamped so firmly in her mouth made sure she was a silent prisoner. Morgan could do anything he wanted to her and no one would ever hear. They couldn't. She wasn't able to give voice to her agony.

The fiery liquid gushed into her bowels and totally filled her up. She felt like vomiting. She knew that if she puked, she would strangle to death. She valiantly held it down. As her innards filled with the burning, searing fluid, she started to cry.

This was so degrading, so humiliating, she couldn't believe she was being subjected to something this brutal. He was almost sadistic in the way he administered the enema to her. It could have been sexy; it was torture.

She gasped when the tube was yanked out. He reminded her, "Keep all that in your guts! Or you'll get a taste of this!" A whip descended and lightly flicked across her taut shoulders. The pain rocketing into her body was so intense she almost fainted.

He came around in front of her and started stroking her belly. "Hmm, a nice job. I think I want to fuck you now."

He pulled open his trousers and revealed a raging hard-on. He stepped close and rammed his cock straight up into her cunt. The sudden impact of his cock into her pussy caused her to lose control of her bowels. The turpentine and other vile fluids came gushing out of her asshole.

He slapped her across the face. "Slut! Bitch! Filthy cunt! I told you to hold that in!"

She couldn't protest. The rubber ball, even though she had almost bitten it in two, still kept her from speaking. She would have to take what he dished out. Maybe not like it, but she had to take it.

He got a pan and put it under her. "Go on, let it all out." He stood watching the flood for a few minutes, then, satisfied all was out of her, he started a firehose. He hosed her down. The impact of the water on her spanked ass caused her to fly up into the air. The pain of the water was intense. He had turned the hose on full blast. She couldn't do anything but swing back and forth in the full blast of the water due to the chains cruelly binding her wrists.

She was almost unconscious when she collapsed to the floor. He had let her down. But it wasn't to remain that way for long. He quickly refastened the chains behind her back. Forcing her down to her knees, he told her, "I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are!"

She felt his turgid cock enter her from behind. She was weak, drained. Yet she felt a thrill go through her body when his cock started driving back and forth in her pussy. Much to her surprise, she was already wet and willing.

All she had gone through had turned her on! She had needed to be used, abused! He was such a forceful man, not like the namby-pamby men she had found before. He couldn't be pushed around. She couldn't use sex as a weapon against him.

He knew what he wanted – and took it.

She was sobbing through the gag as she felt his fuck stick driving hard in and out of her cunt. She was being warmed again, this time by his prick. The friction on her tightly contracted match set off an orgasm.

She knew he was still buried full length in her when her cunt walls collapsed around his dick like the walls of a mineshaft caving in. His pulsating prong was vibrant, alive. It pushed her even higher in her enjoyment of her orgasm.

As she came down, he was still fucking her hot and heavy. His hands brutally smashed her ass into a pulp. The spanked flesh was rosy red. He used his hand-hold to pull himself forcefully into her body. His groin rubbed and pound into her ass. The hair of his bush felt like steel wool. She was sobbing, whether from pain or pleasure she couldn't honestly say.

All she knew for sure was that he was giving her what she wanted. She would have begged him for his cock if he hadn't started fucking her. He wasn't any virtuoso. He didn't have to be. He had prepared her well for this.

He knew women.

He knew what turned them on. And he had sized up Cheryl the instant she had walked into the room. He could humiliate her and make her love every second of it.

Continuing he reamed her out. She came again. Suddenly, her cunt was empty. His cock was no longer inside her. She managed to look back over her shoulder and saw him holding his cock in his hand.

"Your cunt no longer interests me." He kept jacking himself off until he spurted a white arc of jizz into the air. It splattered into the girl's face. He continued ejaculating until he was drained. His balls empty, he had pumped all his cum over her face.

"Lick it off," he ordered.

"Waaa-gahh!" She tried to tell him that the rubber ball wouldn't let her.

"Oh, very well, whore." He ripped the adhesive tape off. She spat out the rubber ball and screamed.

"Shut up!" he snarled. He slapped her several times. She fell over onto her back, pinning her arms painfully under her body. She couldn't move for a second. Then, using his short riding crop, he spurred her to action. He began whipping her across the tits. Each lash left an ugly red mark.

His aim was good. Each one hit her directly across her aroused nipples. He continued until her tongue snaked out and started working on the cum splattered all over her face.

"That's better."

He watched in silence as she worked to get the gooey white spunk off her face.

"Faster, do it faster!"

She tried. Her jaw muscles ached terribly. She was still trying to get back the full use of her tongue after it had been cruelly smashed under the rubber ball in her mouth. She was doing the best she could under the circumstances.

He urged her on with his riding crop.

She finally blurted, "Stop it! Damn you, stop! I can't take any more of this!"

"So, all right, I'll clean off your face for you." Cheryl almost smiled. She thought it would be sort of neat having the man lick it off her face, getting it out of her hair where she couldn't possibly reach with her own tongue.

Then she looked up and saw what was going to happen. She shrieked out, "No, please… aieee!" He began pissing on her face. She struggled. She tried to roll away. Wherever she turned, his golden shower cascaded down on her. In a few minutes, he was drained.

"Maybe you'll do what you're told now."

"Please, please," she sobbed over and over. She was a smelly mess. Her guts ached horribly from the turpentine enema that had seared her delicate inner membranes. She was humiliated, degraded, made to feel less than human.

He was using her.

Just like she had used all the other men to get to this point.

And the hell of it was, she enjoyed it!

She needed to be abused, to be humiliated. The pain heightened her senses all the way to where she could enjoy the pleasure. It gave her a good contrast of how good the pleasure actually was in comparison.

Most of all, she needed a man who was a man. Not the sniveling turds who could be wrapped around her little finger. Morgan wasn't like that. She knew she would never be able to wrap him around her little finger – not now, not ever.

And she loved him for it.

When the firehose spray hit her again, it sent her rolling across the cold gray concrete floor. He held her pinned in the corner for five minutes, although it seemed like an eternity to the girl. The force of the water bruised her, beat her against the stone walls. Her ass was further scraped on the rough floor.