Chapter 7

The Monday morning humiliation ritual began as usual—Priyanka Chopra, the once-arrogant CEO, now reduced to a trembling plaything for her employees. She moved through the open office space, forced to press her full lips against each coworker’s mouth in a degrading display of forced affection. Her tailored white blouse hung open, exposing her sore, reddened breasts to the wandering hands of her subordinates. Every time she bent over to display her ass, someone would shove dry fingers into her tight hole, laughing as she winced in pain. By lunch, her ass burned raw, her nipples were swollen from relentless pinching, and her pussy dripped with a mix of arousal and shame. Just as the throbbing between her legs threatened to push her over the edge, the intercom crackled—”Emergency budget meeting in five minutes.”

“Please,” Priyanka whimpered, legs shaking, “someone fuck me—I need to cum!” But her begging only earned her another rough slap across the tits from Marcus, the towering Black HR director who’d taken particular pleasure in her downfall. The meeting proceeded as if she hadn’t spoken, with charts on inflation rates projected onto the screen while Priyanka stood exposed at the front, her skirt now hitched up to her waist, displaying her glistening cunt to the room.