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“Mistress Emma,” Bunny confessed, as she knelt, naked, before her manager, “I need help to ruin my life.”
Emma walked toward Bunny, and lifted her dress to reveal her panty-less cunt. She pressed her groin forward, and Bunny immediately began to lick at Emma’s pussy obediently.
“First of all,” said Emma, in a low voice, as she enjoyed Bunny’s tongue, “stop calling me Emma. You should know by now that that was my bitch name, back before I properly learned how to worship men. Everyone at Kavenagh & True calls me Sugar-Tits, and you should too.”
Bunny attempted to nod her head and lick Emma’s pussy at the same time. She wasn’t sure that she was wholly successful, but Emma seemed to understand.
“Now, this is for Tim’s Cunt of the Year Award, isn’t it?” asked Emma. “I should be jealous – I was the one who won it last year – but being jealous would be implicitly criticising a man’s judgement, and good bitches never do that.”
Bunny kept licking. She had come to love the taste of Emma’s cunt, and the contented feeling of having her tongue buried in it, knowing that she was being of service, that she was in her proper place.
“What exactly does Tim want you to do, Fuckbunny?” asked Emma.
Bunny was frustrated to have to stop licking in order to answer. “He wants me to make it so that no company that respects women will ever hire me again.”
Emma nodded, and forced Bunny’s face back against her wet groin. “Well, that’s a little more complex. If you were merely trying to ruin your life, you’ve already done everything you need.”
Bunny looked up at Emma, alarmed, eyes questioning.
“I’ve looked at your female resources file, Fuckbunny,” said Emma. “You’ve spent all week uploading very extensive documentation of how you blackmailed and raped your co-worker Gwen. If we took that to police, you’d spend the rest of your life in jail, which I’m sure would sufficiently ruin it.”
Bunny’s eyes went wide, and her tongue stopped licking in shock. She had only meant to please Tim, and show that she was being a good girl. She hadn’t meant to incriminate herself in a crime! How could she have been so stupid?
But of course she had been stupid. She was a woman, wasn’t she?
Emma stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Fuckbunny, no one at Kavenagh & True wants to waste a pretty pair of tits like yours in jail. But we can hardly use that footage to stop you being employed elsewhere, can we?”
Emma thought for a while as Bunny resumed licking. “Tim is choosing the winner of that award on Monday,” she said, “and it’s already Friday afternoon. I think we might need to work all weekend on this, Fuckbunny. How about I come over to your place for the weekend, and we can collaborate on the problem?”
Bunny could think of nothing more attractive than spending an entire weekend at her house with her beautiful, sexy manager. She once again did the eager nodding-and-licking motion.
“Very good,” said Emma. “We’ll leave immediately after work.” Then she paused, and added, “But when you leave my office, send Gwen in, would you? I’d like to see what her tongue feels like. And, Fuckbunny, from now on Gwen is my toy, not yours. A slut like you doesn’t deserve to have power over anyone else. From now on if you want to rape Gwen, you come to me and ask permission. You say, ‘Mistress, may I borrow your toy? I need to use her because I’m a disgusting rapist.’ Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Bunny, her words made unintelligible by Emma’s wet cunt.
“Good slut,” said Emma, and stroked her hair, and a few minutes later, Emma was cumming against Bunny’s face.
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When it came time to leave the office, it became clear that Gwen was coming too. She had spent all afternoon in Emma’s office, and when she emerged, she was as naked as Bunny herself, and her face was wet with Emma’s cunt juices. Emma had attached a leash to Gwen’s clitoris ring, and was leading her like a pet as Gwen crawled on all fours.
Bunny had never seen a woman look so completely humiliated as Gwen did in that moment, and it made her so immediately and powerfully wet that it took all her self-control not to start masturbating right then and there.
There was a leash for Bunny’s clit too, and soon she was crawling along beside Gwen as Emma led them through the building, down the elevator, and to the car park. They received a good deal of attention along the route, as men turned to look at “Sugar-Tits” and her two beautiful sub-human pets.
Bunny was surprised by how *right* it felt – like this was exactly where she had always belonged in life. The process of giving up her last pretensions to dignity and worth felt freeing. There had always been such a tension between the empowered feminist she had pretended to be, and the submissive fuckpet that every man knew her to truly be, and now that tension was dissolving, leaving her with a deep sense of peace she had never known before.
She looked across at Gwen, who was crying from the humiliation, and wondered how many times the innocent redhead would need to be raped before she could feel the same happiness and contentment that was now creeping over Bunny.
When they reached the parking lot, they got into Emma’s car, but Emma made Gwen drive. Gwen and Bunny were both still naked. Gwen begged for permission to dress – they would be on public roads, after all – but Emma denied it. Bunny sat in the passenger seat, and Emma sat in the back.
There was a question that Bunny had never truly gotten an answer to, and she asked it now, leaning back over the seat to face Emma.
“Mistress Sugar-Tits,” she asked, “why did you end up this way? When I was graduating from university, you were a feminist, a role model, and an up-and-coming leading executive. But now not only does the company make you act like this, but you don’t even struggle. No one’s making you keep Gwen and I naked right now, but you’re insisting on it anyway. Why?”
A strange look went across Emma’s face. Was it… regret? Shame? Self-loathing? But it was gone quickly.
“There are two realities I can choose to believe in,” said Emma. “In one, I’m a feminist who has betrayed everything I believed in, and betrayed my entire gender, and actively advocated for every woman in the business world to be treated as a sub-human animal who can be raped and abused for male entertainment. It’s a reality where I was stupid and bad at my job, and I allowed a man to blackmail me, and slowly transform me into a submissive degraded bimbo wholly defined by my tits and cunt. It’s a reality where I chose to rape other women for my sexual pleasure, and pressured other women to get boob jobs and be raped and become pregnant and even offer their adult daughters to be raped alongside them, and I masturbated to orgasm while watching their misery and violation.”
That look went across her face again – a brief expression of horror and shame and disgust – and then it was gone.
“Or,” she continued, “I can choose to believe that I’m just a silly little slut, like all cunts, and trying to think and be professional was making me miserable, and Tim saved me by showing me what I had really been all along. I don’t have any responsibility for anything because cunts are stupid and can’t help but follow their cunt feelings, and I’m being a very good girl by helping other cunts to realise this too.”
She smiled at Bunny. “One of those realities makes me wake up screaming from nightmares if I allow myself to consider it, and the other one makes me want to giggle and play with my pussy.”
And Bunny understood completely. Tim had been right all along. Head noise made Bunny sad. Cunt feelings made her wet and happy. She felt a sudden burst of affection for her boss and wished she could go back to licking the pussy of Sugar-Tits right now. She couldn’t, so instead she spread her legs and began to rub her cunt.
On the way to Bunny’s house, Emma deliberately made Gwen take a long road, and stop at every traffic lights, so that the drivers of the cars beside them could look in and see the nudity of Gwen and Bunny. The first time this happened, Bunny blushed and jerked her hand away from her pussy, but Emma made her put it back, and told Gwen to spread her legs wider too.
When they got to Bunny’s house, Emma made the two girls wait, naked and exposed on the front lawn, while she stripped naked too, in full view of the neighbours, and then they went inside. Emma headed to Bunny’s kitchen and raided her cupboard for some alcohol. She poured shots of sugary schnapps for all three girls, and taught them to drink the shots “lesbian slut style” – which is to say, by taking the shot into their mouth, then kissing another woman and pushing the alcohol into her mouth during the kiss. They had three shots each, taking turns kissing each other, and by the time they were done their inhibitions were considerably reduced.
Next Emma led the girls to Bunny’s bedroom. She made a point of opening Bunny’s curtains so that the entire room was on full display to the street outside, and then led the girls down onto the queen-sized bed. She arranged them lying down, with Gwen in the middle, but upside down. Gwen’s face rested against Emma’s cunt, and Gwen’s own pussy was just below Emma’s chin. Emma pulled Gwen’s uppermost leg over her shoulder, and then Emma and Bunny were facing each other over Gwen’s spread cunt.
Emma leaned forward and kissed Bunny on the lips, and then pulled back and pinched Gwen’s exposed clitoris.
“Lick, bitch,” she ordered, and then sighed as she felt Gwen begin to obediently tongue her snatch.
“You can hump the back of her head, if you want,” Emma suggested, and Bunny, wet-cunted and drunk, did as she was told. Every time she ground her pussy against the back of the redhead’s skull, Emma gave a pretty little gasp as Gwen’s face was pushed hard into her pussy.
Emma also took Bunny’s hand and placed it on Gwen’s cunt, pushing two of Bunny’s fingers into Gwen’s fuckhole. Bunny took the hint, and began to idly fingerfuck the redhead’s pussy. Emma put her own fingers on Gwen’s clitoris and began to alternately stroke and pinch it. As she did, she leaned forward and kissed Bunny again.
A man walking his dog in the street outside had stopped to stare at them through the window. Bunny tried to ignore him.
“You are NOT to cum,” Emma warned. “You’re going to need to be very horny and stupid all weekend to do the things you need to do. Nothing matters except your cunt feelings, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” gasped Bunny, humping her cunt against Gwen’s head. It would be hard to resist the urge to cum, but she wanted to please Emma, and knew that she would comply.
“Very well,” said Emma. She smiled at Bunny over Gwen’s pussy. “Now let’s discuss how we’re going to ruin you.”
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Despite her best intentions, Bunny *did* cum. It was just too hard to resist, after Emma told her all the terrible slutty things she was about to do, and then turned Gwen around so that Gwen could directly lick Bunny’s cunt. In fact, she came so hard that she squirted all over Gwen’s face and soaked her bed.
Emma wasted no time in disciplining her. She jumped up, and yanked Bunny’s legs apart, and began to viciously slap Bunny’s disobedient cunt, and only stopped once Bunny was crying and wailing for mercy. Then she instructed Gwen to lick up the mess on the bed, and knelt between Bunny’s legs herself, and began to methodically and torturously lick Bunny’s bruised twat until Bunny was back at the level of delirious sexual excitement that she had been before cumming.
“There are things you can do to a woman that make it so that she is *never* able to cum again, no matter how horny she gets,” said Emma. “You need to be a good girl and only cum with permission, or that might happen to you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Bunny, humiliated. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Then they got started on the work of destroying Bunny’s employability.
The first step was for Emma to take a video of Bunny. In it, Bunny sat naked on her lounge, with her legs spread, and masturbated as she read from a script Emma had written for her. The words made her squirm, but she remembered what Emma had said about “two realities”, and about following her cunt feelings, and she tried to remember that she was a silly little cunt who was discovering the place she had always deserved to be.
“I’m a stupid slutty cunt,” she read. “I deserve to be raped. I want you to rape me. All women deserve to be raped. Feminists are stupid bitches. Women only have value when they’re making a man cum.”
Emma showed her the video afterwards, and Bunny was amazed by how brainless she looked, how vacant her eyes were, and how her entire body was clearly focused on nothing but the pleasure from her pussy. Her large fake tits made her look like a plastic sex doll.
Then they went to Bunny’s social media profiles. Emma shook her head as she saw that Bunny had used “Bunny” as her name on all of these, and she made Bunny change it consistently to “Fuckbunny”. She edited her bio to remove her professional and educational accomplishments, and had Bunny replace it with her bra size, her identity as a silly little bimbo, and her desire to be raped. Then Emma had Bunny post the video.
Bunny shook a little knowing that everyone in her life would see it. What would they think? That she was having a breakdown? That she was being blackmailed? That this was really the real her? Or would they think anything at all?
“Someone that you’ve cared about all your life is going to masturbate to this video,” Emma whispered in her ear. “They’re going to cum while thinking about raping you. Probably lots of people.”
They posted the video some other places too – porn sites and video sites, where it would likely be copied and reshared, and where Bunny wouldn’t be able to take it down again once it was up. They made sure to use Bunny’s real name in the description of the video, so people would be able to find it if they entered her name in a search engine.
“And now,” said Emma, “open up a word processor. We’re going to get Gwen to come and kneel between your legs to lick you while you work – and you’re going to write some very important documents…”
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