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Bunny returned to Kavenagh & True on Monday morning, naked, crawling, and leashed by her clitoris, being led through the corridors by her Mistress, Sugar-Tits, who had once been known as Emma.
Gwen crawled along beside her – although “Gwen” wasn’t going to be her name for long. Emma had spent the early morning trying out a range of demeaning new names on Gwen, while forcing Gwen to masturbate as she listened to them, and she had eventually settled on “Girly Cuntkisser” as the name that Gwen seemed to hate the most. When Gwen had crinkled her nose in humiliation and disgust at the name, Emma had made her start reciting “My name is Girly Cuntkisser” again and again until Gwen had finally been able to orgasm from it.
“Come along, Girly,” Emma had said later, as she had led Gwen into the building on her leash. “You need to see Bunny get her award, and then we’ll take you down to the government offices to get your legal name changed forever. Won’t that make you happy?”
Bunny noted that a lot more women were naked or semi-naked than when she had started at the firm. She saw many women crawling, or being led by men on clit leashes, or both. Emma took them via the third floor to pick up some paperwork, and Bunny saw at least three women being raped in men’s offices as she crawled past.
“Tim says he’s going to get every bitch in the company to enrol in the maternity program,” said Emma. “You and I will be in charge of implementing it, Bunny. Every bitch who works here will sign paperwork begging to be raped and impregnated. It will just make it simpler for when men want to use one of us. Anyway, Tim says women only truly understand that they’re animals once their bellies swell up and their tits start leaking.”
Bunny shivered. At least she would be spared from that fate, thanks to her humiliating actions over the weekend.
They arrived in Female Resources, and Emma unleashed Bunny so that she could tongue-kiss her female co-workers in accordance with the female relationships policy. It didn’t even feel strange to Bunny to sluttily make out with women she barely knew anymore. This was just what cunts did. It was their natural behaviour.
When she kissed Pumpkin Babymaker, who had bullied her so, she let her hand drift down to the woman’s skirt. She lifted the skirt, wormed her fingers between Pumpkin’s legs, and pinched Pumpkin’s clitoris hard, until Pumpkin squealed and tried to pull away.
“You’re such a stupid rapeable bitch,” she said, and she didn’t know whether she was being insulting or affectionate. She didn’t care. Some of the women around her laughed, and she didn’t know if they were laughing at her or at Pumpkin. She didn’t care about that, either.
She looked at Pumpkin’s big milky udders, and wished she could hurt them. Tim would probably enjoy watching her hurt Pumpkin’s tits. Probably a lot of men would. She wondered whether she could propose an activity called “Bitch Boxing”, where the company’s female resources punched each other in the tits for male entertainment. The idea made her pussy wetter.
The more that Bunny had feelings like that – feelings that women were inherently rapeable little fuckpuppets, feelings that she wanted to rape and degrade other women, feelings that women were nothing but objects – the more the part of her brain that had once managed her life wanted to scream. It was telling her that she was destroying herself, that she was being monstrous, that she needed to flee Kavenagh & True, with whatever consequences that brought, and never look back.
And so the more that Bunny thought about how right it was for women to be leashed by their cunts and raped by men, the more she needed to squeeze her head noise into a tight little box, never to be listened to, and focus only on the good feelings from her pussy.
Looking around the room, it occurred to her that she may very well have no friends anymore. After what she had posted on her social media over the weekend, it seemed likely that she had alienated most of her acquaintances outside of work, and the ones who would still talk to her had seen her pissing on her educational qualifications and begging to be raped. The women in the office certainly didn’t like her, after she had personally advocated for them to be leashed by their cunts and forced to piss in litter trays.
In fact, it seemed likely that the only people in the world who cared about her now were Tim, who enjoyed raping her, and Emma (or “Sugar-Tits”), who enjoyed degrading her, and Gwen, who Bunny was allowed to rape whenever Emma gave her permission to do so.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Tim, swaggering into the room as though he were the important thing in it – which of course he was, realised Bunny, because the only other things here were bitches. The assembled female resources fell silent, and looked to Tim to hear what he had to say.
“Well, it’s that time of year again,” said Tim. “It’s time to present the Cunt of the Year Award, to the female resource who has been the most pleasing and dedicated cunt. He looked at Emma. “Now, Sugar-Tits here has been a very good cunt all year round, certainly. Sugar-Tits, could you give the assembled bitches an example of how to be a good cunt?”
Bunny thought she saw Emma blush a little, but if so it was gone quickly. Emma pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion, exposing a complete lack of underwear underneath. She was now wearing nothing but her high heels, her earrings, her necklace, and the “buzzer” clipped to her clitoris.
Slowly, she went to the nearest desk, and bent forward at the waist, until her large tits were pressed against the wood of the desk, and her naked ass was presented to Tim.
“Very good,” said Tim, approvingly. “Very good. But it could be better. Bunny, before I fuck this bitch, can you think of a way to improve her position?”
Bunny desperately tried to think – or rather, to feel, because women didn’t think. She had done everything Tim asked and yet she felt like her redemption was still contingent on passing this test. How could Sugar-Tits please Tim even more?
She was sexy, she was submissive… what else should a bitch be?
Degraded, and in pain.
Bunny remembered her “stationery testing”, and had an idea. She ran to the supply closet, and returned with a box of small thumbtacks. She grabbed Emma’s hair and lifted her up briefly, off the desk, and then scattered a handful of the tacks across the desk surface. Then she pushed Emma back down, squashing her tits against the sharp, painful tacks.
Emma moaned in pain and humiliation, and Bunny knew she had done well.
“Good slut,” said Tim. He reached out and stroked Bunny’s hair with one hand, and with the other, he offered her something small. A kitten treat. Bunny instinctively leaned forward and licked it off his hand.
Then Tim took out his cock and pushed it into Emma’s cunt.
When Bunny had arrived at Kavenagh & True, only weeks ago, the company had been misogynistic, but the men still didn’t openly rape the women in full view of other employees. And yet, it was happening now. Bunny supposed that she had personally helped create this culture change. Part of her felt proud even as part of her recoiled in horror and shame.
“Sugar-Tits is a somewhat enjoyable cunt,” Tim continued, “but the best cunt is one who makes men cum inside her or on her, and yet is disrespected and treated like an object by men, and hated by her fellow bitches. And I think by that standard there is clearly a best cunt in this room.”
He turned slightly towards Bunny, still fucking Emma’s cunt.
“Fuckbunny, you have been a perfect cunt, and you deserve to be rewarded,” he said. “Congratulations, you are the Cunt of the Year.”
Gwen approached Bunny. She had clearly retrieved something on Tim’s directions. It was a plastic fake-gold trophy, in the shape of a large dildo, mounted to a wooden base. There was a plaque on the base and Bunny’s name had been engraved on it – “Fuckbunny Penrose”. Around the base were the names of past winners – which in this case was only “Sugar-Tits”.
Bunny blushed, and took the trophy. “Do I… do I make a speech?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, but a speech appropriate to a cunt,” said Tim. “Gwen, give her the bottle.”
Gwen passed Bunny a small plastic bottle full of white liquid. It was slightly warm.
“Take a mouthful,” said Tim. “But don’t swallow it or spit it out. Hold it in your mouth.”
Bunny opened the bottle and tipped the contents into her mouth – and immediately wrinkled her nose. It was cum. Semen. She wanted to ask whose it was and where it had come from – but without swallowing or spitting, the best she could manage was “ooo gaaa ga ga um”.
“Hold it in your mouth while you give us a speech,” said Tim, “and fuck yourself with your new trophy while you talk. But bear in mind you’re not allowed to swallow without my permission, and you’re not allowed to cum until you swallow.”
Bunny blushingly worked the end of the trophy into her pussy, and began to push it in and out of her. The other women were smirking and laughing at her slutty behaviour. They thought this was nothing but a humiliation of Bunny – they didn’t know it was also her ticket out of the maternity program. Bunny just needed to keep doing what Tim wanted and she would be saved.
“Oo agg gaa goo,” she said. It was incoherent, but she knew that was what Tim wanted. He wanted to see her reduced to a ridiculous incoherent slut that made baby noises while she fucked herself with a degrading trophy. She did her best to explain that she was a good bimbo who paid attention to her cunt feelings, while holding the cum in her mouth and masturbating. “Gaa aaagh um aagg,” she gurgled, humiliated.
Tim was watching her as he fucked Emma, and it felt good to Bunny that he was using her as his porn, that he would prefer to look at her tits and cunt and her humiliation than focus on the body of the woman he was actually fucking. She wondered if it was Tim’s cum in her mouth. She hoped it was.
As she felt her orgasm draw near, she lost track of her invented speech, and began begging to cum. “Eee et eee um,” she moaned. “Eee et eee um.”
Tim finished fucking Emma, shuddering as he ejaculated into her pussy, and then pulled out and turned to Bunny.
“One last thing we need to do before we let you cum, Fuckbunny,” he told her. “Gwen, get the glass.”
Gwen came forward and knelt between Bunny’s legs with a large glass. She used one hand to pull Bunny’s fingers away from her pussy, and the trophy along with it.
“Piss, Fuckbunny,” said Tim, “like the good little animal you are.”
Bunny moaned in frustration. She didn’t want to piss in front of all these people. She wanted to cum. And it was hard to urinate when she was so horny.
But she wanted to cum, and she wanted to please Tim, so she concentrated, and soon she had managed to empty her bladder into the glass, filling it to the top. Gwen took it to Tim.
“You can masturbate again, Fuckbunny,” he told her. “But still no cumming. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.”
He took out something from his pocket and dipped it in the glass of piss, before extracting it and staring at it.
Bunny didn’t care. She was lost in her cunt feelings. She kept bringing herself to the edge of orgasm, and having to slow down to avoid cumming. It was maddening. She wanted to swallow the cum, or spit it out. Her whole body was vibrating with tension.
Finally, Tim came over to her, smiling. He took her free hand, and put something in it, and then lifted it up towards her face. It was the stick he had been looking at.
“Good girl,” he said. “Swallow, and then cum.”
Bunny looked at the stick.
It was a pregnancy test.
It was a pregnancy test *for her*.
And it was positive.
Her eyes widened – and, reflexively, she swallowed the cum. As soon as she did, a powerful orgasm rocked through her whole body. Her knees went weak, and she felt herself collapse to the floor, still cumming.
The women were laughing at her. They thought her plight was hilarious.
She supposed it was. She was a stupid dumb cunt who had betrayed everything she believed in, and now she was knocked up and had no idea who the father was.
Tim was standing over her.
“As per the contract you signed,” he was saying, “your pregnancy means that from now on Kavenagh & True will be making the decisions in relation to delivery of your baby. You’ll be carrying it to term, of course – and you’ll be in no condition to do regular work while you’re in that condition.”
“Luckily, Kavenagh & True has the very best in pregnancy preparation. We’ll start you on the program immediately. Daily breast pumping to develop your milk capacity, followed by whipping your tits with a belt to help prepare you for the discomfort of breastfeeding. We’ll fit you with a permanent pussy spreader, and have you fuck yourself with a series of progressively larger and more painful dildos, to prepare your vagina for childbirth.”
Bunny could barely hear Tim. Her head noise was loud, almost screaming at her. She had to tune it out. She had to pay attention to cunt feelings. She started masturbating again, even though she was still shaking from her last cum. She looked up, and saw Emma’s legs and naked cunt nearby, still bent over the desk.
She wiggled across the floor until she was directly under Emma’s pussy. Some of Tim’s cum was beginning to leak out. She opened her mouth, hoping the cum would fall onto her tongue, but the first drop missed and splashed on her face. She kept masturbating, and was rewarded when the second dollop of cum dripped from Emma’s snatch into her mouth. She swallowed gratefully and opened her mouth again.
“You won’t be able to make any money while you’re not working, of course,” Tim continued, “so you’ll probably have to give up your house and car and most of your property. The company maintains a small kennel of cages on the 19th floor for women in this position – but I like you, Bunny, so I’m going to offer you the chance to come home with me as my personal pet.”
Bunny was lucky – lucky to have Tim making her this offer, when she was so incapable of actual thought, when the only way she could make decisions was with her cunt.
She wondered whether Emma would still be her Mistress now. She wondered whether she would still get to rape Gwen.
It didn’t matter. Tim would make those decisions for her. She was a silly pregnant slut. Clearly she couldn’t make them for herself.
She had done this, she knew. She had made this happen. She could have walked away from Kavenagh & True at any time, but she had stayed. Because… she wanted this, didn’t she? Hadn’t she always wanted it? It seemed like she had. It was the only thing that explained what a silly little bimbo she had been.
She stuck out her tongue to catch the next drop of cum from Emma’s pussy.
She had seen Emma’s division – seen how demeaning and cruel it was, how it degraded every woman who it came in contact with – and she had worked to make it worse. She had completed every task assigned to her, and gone above and beyond.
The cum splashed into her mouth. She swallowed again.
She remembered what Emma had told her, only days ago. There were two possible realities. In one, Bunny had destroyed her life, betrayed her gender, humiliated and degraded herself, and allowed her cunt to be raped and impregnated by anonymous men. She had been violated in every possible way, and she had not just allowed it to happen, but worked to make it easy. In that reality, she was the most pathetic, stupid cunt imaginable.
And in the other reality, she was a silly little bimbo, who liked to show off her tits and pussy and please men. In that reality, it was good that she was pregnant, because that was what she was designed for. In that reality, she didn’t have to think about anything, because she was incapable of real thought, and anyway men would do the thinking for her.
In that reality, she was happy.
It was up to her to choose which of those realities was real. That was the only real choice a woman like her ever had.
She looked up at Emma’s wet pussy, and at Tim smiling down at her.
She chose.
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