Chapter 2: The Director Dick Down

“Twenty Sir! Thank you for spanking your slut!” Faden said aloud in a lustful voice. Faden’s panties were completely off, and she was naked down to her heels with her elbows on Director Trench’s desk. It has been non-stop spankings, impossible tasks, and blowjobs. Including earlier when she missed her last target (it was impossible to reach in the time frame) she was punished by performing fellatio and cunninglingus on every person in her section of the office floor. A total of 24 employees. Her uniform was ruined which is why she was naked in heels being spanked for being late to her regular meeting with Trench.

“You know I think you wanted to miss your assignments so it could be soiled with the cum of my agents, slut” Director Trench mocked Agent Faden who was moaning from the spankings. She had been dosed with so much spiked shampoo and coffee at this point she was off the charts horny all the time now. An embarrassing attribute considering she was constantly being spanked, tortured, and forced to give blowjobs constantly.

“Sir?” Faden said panting.

Trench made it a point to cup her sex and stick his fingers inside her. Faden moaned in ecstasy at being fondled so. The director withdrew his hand and reached around and stuck them in Faden’s mouth making her suck on her juices off of his fingers.

“You are absolutely soaked. You love this! Don’t deny it!” Trench growled at her. Faden was tuned up like a tight guitar string ready to break.

“I will give you a choice, either you perform your daily apology to everyone on the ENTIRE floor, or you beg me to fuck you right here right now” The Director informed her.

Faden swallowed hard, trying to think of her options. She looked up at Director Trench, his eyes piercing into hers, daring her to choose. A shiver ran down her spine as she considered the two options. Perform an even more humiliating apology or beg for the ultimate act of submission. A place where the Director has not taken her yet. Her sex was screaming for its answer.

“I ... I choose to beg you to fuck me,” Faden stammered, her voice barely audible. Her heart raced as she waited for his response. She knew this was a risky choice, but she couldn’t deny the desire that coursed through her veins, urging her to submit completely to him.

Director Trench smirked, clearly pleased with her decision. He grabbed Faden by the arm and pulled her roughly and pinned her down at his desk. “I don’t make it a habit of fucking my agents on their work desks, but I think you’ve earned it,” he growled.

“I do not hear my whore begging?” Trench said as he grabbed her hair in his hand. There was a silence when the submission would be nailed into the coffin.

“Please Sir, please fuck me, fuck your whore.” Faden whined out wanting to be taken.

The director, a man of towering presence and magnetic charisma, thrust into Faden with animalistic fervor. Her lithe body, already slick with sweat from the relentless spankings and pounding, shuddered in response to his every movement. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by his mocking taunts, further fueling his insatiable desire for dominance.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with menace as it echoed in the confined space of his office. “You love being used like this, you pathetic little thing.” His hands grasped at her hips, marks forming with each passing moment under his relentless grip. Faden’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she cried out in response to the humiliation that accompanied each savage thrust.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, “I love it.”

“Yes, please Sir!” Faden exclaimed, her voice trembling with passion and submission. Her body arched under his, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. “I love this, I love being used like this. Please don’t stop.”

Trench’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched her surrender to him completely. He could feel her desperation, the way she clawed at his back and cried out his name. It was a potent mix of fear and pleasure, and it drove him wild.

“You’re mine now,” he snarled, his voice a low growl as he thrust into her again and again. “You belong to me, you no longer work for me, I OWN you now, got that slut” he said fucking her faster slapping her ass authoritatively as he did so.

Faden moaned in response, her body shuddering with each word he spoke. She felt like she was losing herself in the act, submitting completely to his iron will. The humiliation she felt only heightened the pleasure.

Faden’s heart pounded in her chest as she considered the question. Her body was on fire, desperate for release, yet she knew that succumbing to his demands would only further cement her role as his lowly sex toy.

But then again, she thought, what was there left to lose? She had already been reduced to a mere plaything for these powerful men, so why would be reduced to a slave be any different. Trench held her head up by her hair as he emptied copious amounts of sperm into her.

“Get Frank in here” Trench buzzed into the telephone.

15 minutes Later...

Frank hesitantly entered Trench’s office, his heart racing at the thought of what he might find inside. The last time Trench had summoned him, it had been to witness Faden’s humiliation and subjugation.

As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes zeroed in on Faden standing naked, save for her heels, in front of Trench’s desk. Sweat glistened on her skin, evidence of the intense session she had just endured.

Trench smirked at Frank’s reaction, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. He gestured to Faden with a flick of his hand.

“Show him,” he commanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Faden’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she slowly turned to face Frank. Without a word, she reached down and spread her legs wide open, exposing her freshly fucked pussy to him. His gaze locked onto the sight of Trench’s cum leaking out of her like a river.

“Look at that,” Trench gloated, reveling in Frank’s discomfort and disgust. “My seed inside of this wannabe agent.”

Frank couldn’t tear his eyes away from the humiliating display in front of him. He felt turned on by the sight of Jesse Faden’s gorgeous body.

“Close your legs,” Trench ordered Faden before turning back to Frank. “Now that you’ve seen what I can do with my little plaything here, I hope you understand our purpose with her now.

Frank nodded silently, unable to form words as he watched Faden obediently close her legs and stand back up straight.

“Now get out,” Trench dismissed him with a wave of his hand before turning back to his work as if nothing had happened.

Trench watched Frank leave before turning around to Faden and pointing to his desk. “Get up on top of that desk now slut!”

“Yes Sir” Faden moaned out. She was lost in blissful lust. Faden got up on the desk.

“Get on your back and spread those legs” Trench growled out in his HISS voice. Faden whimpered before complying as she lay vulnerable and exposed.

The fucking continued shortly afterwards. In this limbo realm she was stuck in, the phantom Trench she was serving never needed to rest. The constant barrage was wearing her down.

Four Hours Later...

After taking a shower in Trench’s office again with the spiked shampoo, she arrived at the office floor once again. This time in a new uniform. She wore a very short mini skirt that barely made it past her ass, and a very loose fitting blouse that had five buttons undone. On her feet were a pair of 5-inch stilettos and her face was heavily made-up. The make-up like the shampoo was also spiked as she was feeling positively ravenous. She could not stop thinking sexual thoughts about everybody.

No one could take their eyes off her now. She wore a permanent blush on her face from the intense arousal she was feeling. She was given another impossible task in her infinite looping limbo she was in, but she did not care. She got to the copier and started making copies when she felt a hand on her ass. It was her boss, Frank.

“Keep working” he said. As Faden bit her lip and tried to straighten the papers in the bin, Frank had slid his hand under her skirt and his hands wear sliding under her waistband to the front, to where her naked exposed sex was, then she felt his course hands rub her possessively and she let out a moan.

“What’s wrong do you not like that, Jesse?” Frank taunted.

“Nnn Sir” Faden exhaled hard as he hit the right spot. “Yes, right there!” Faden finally exclaimed.

“Right there?” Frank asked thrusting his finger inside her. Faden arched her back to give him better access.

“Yes!” Faden exclaimed.

“Nu uh, If you want more lean back so we can kiss” Frank leveled the ultimatum, that was immediately answered by Faden as she was wanting release again; the chemicals coursing through her were strong and the sensations were glorious.

“Yes Sir” Faded cooed as she turned her head to the side so Frank could kiss her. Frank kissed her hard and started finger-blasting her for all it was worth.

Faden moaned into Frank’s kiss, her body trembling with desire with every stroke of his finger. The humiliation she felt only fueled her arousal, and she could feel her orgasm building with each passing second.

“Oh, Sir,” she breathed between kisses, “please don’t stop.”

Frank smirked against her lips, knowing exactly what his actions were doing to her. He was in control, and the power he held over her was intoxicating. He continued to finger her relentlessly, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he growled into her ear. “You want me to make you come right here, in front of everyone.”

Faden’s heart raced in her chest as she considered the thought. Her desire for release was overwhelming, but the humiliation she would feel again was turning her on more.

“Fuck yes, Sir!” Faden cried out as her voice indicated she was near release.

Frank smirked, feeling a surge of power as he saw the desire and humiliation in Faden’s eyes. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Alright, then,” he said, pulling away from her and adjusting his pants. “Show the entire office what a good little slut you are.”

Faden’s heart pounded in her chest as she realized what Frank was asking of her. The thought of climaxing in front of everyone was both terrifying and exhilarating, but she knew she had no choice. She was Trench and Frank’s plaything, and if they wanted her to pleasure herself in front of everyone, she would do it without hesitation.

With shaky hands, Faden reached down and opened her legs wider, giving everyone a clear view of her exposed sex. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and the moisture that was now flowing freely from her. She knew what was about to happen, and she was powerless to stop it.

“Go ahead, girl,” Frank sneered, enjoying the sight of Faden’s humiliation. “Show us how much you want it.”

Faden took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort. She could feel her orgasm growing closer with every passing second, and she knew she had to act quickly. With a moan of pure desire, Faden started rubbing herself feverishly, her fingers moving in time with the pounding of her heart.

The office fell silent as they watched Faden masturbate in front of them all. Her moans filled the air, and her hips bucked wildly as she pleasured herself. The sight of her orgasm building was almost too much for some of them to bear, but they couldn’t look away. They were transfixed by the sight of their colleague, the object of Trench and Frank’s desire.

As Faden’s orgasm neared its peak, her moans grew louder, and her movements more erratic. She was completely lost in the pleasure that was coursing through her, and she didn’t care who was watching. All she wanted was to climax, to feel that intense release that had been building inside her for so long.

“Oh God,” she cried out as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her body shook violently, and her legs threatened to give out from under her. She could feel waves of pure ecstasy washing over her, and she knew that this was what she had been craving all along.

As Faden came down from her orgasm, she could hear the murmurs of the office. Some made disappointed grunts whether they were genuine or made to make Faden feel more humiliated is hard to say. As she went to adjust her skirt another supervisor, Harold came up to the copier where Frank and Faden were and he had an angry look on his face, “Where are my copies?” He shouted at the pair.

“The whore failed another task” Frank answered.

“Agent Faden you mean to tell me you failed another task?”

“I am so sorry Sir” Faden said her head spinning from the intense pace of it all.

“That is not how you apologize remember?” Harold muttered.

“Yes Sir” Faden said as she immediately got down to her knees and looked up. Harold smirked as he walked up to the kneeling Faden and unzipped his cock and pulled it out, it was already hard as a rock. She clasped her own hands behind her back and looked up sheepishly at Harold.

“Good Girl, that’s it no hands. True cumsluts do not need hands”

“Yes Sir” Faden answered before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his dick and sliding her head up and down along his shaft.

Frank watched with a smirk, enjoying the sight of Harold taking advantage of Faden. He had to admit, there was something satisfying about seeing her serve another man’s needs while he watched.

“Good girl,” Frank whispered, leaning in close to Faden’s ear. “You really are a worthless slut, aren’t you?”

Faden’s eyes flickered up to meet Frank’s, her face flushed with humiliation. Despite the degradation she was experiencing, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at Frank’s words. There was no denying the power he held over her, and it only fueled her desire for more.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am a worthless slut.”

Frank couldn’t help but chuckle at her submission. He knew that he could make her do anything he wanted.

Frank watched with a smirk as Harold took advantage of Faden’s submissive state. He knew that he had complete control over her, and it turned him on to see her being used by someone else.

As Faden bobbed her head up and down on Harold’s cock, she could feel the humiliation building inside her once again. She knew that she was just a plaything for these two men, and that thought only fueled her desire even more.