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Brad Toweck couldn’t believe it when Alexandria Everton showed up on his doorstep.
In fact, it took him a moment to remember her name. Not because she wasn’t memorable to him, but because in his own mind he had taken pleasure in always thinking of her as the Bitch Cow.
He almost called her that, when he saw her there in his doorway. She looked like she always had when they had worked together at Athenium Delta, dressed in a professional blouse and skirt and high heels – but somehow different. The blouse didn’t really fit her – it was stretched awkwardly tight across her large tits – and there was something about her face, a flushed quality that made her look aroused.
It took him a moment, but he finally remembered the name she wanted to be called by.
“How can I help you, Alexandria?” he said. “Honestly, I’m surprised to see you here. You’re in a lot of trouble, you know.”
“I know,” said Alexandria. “I need some help. All my assets are frozen. I just need a little money – a few thousand dollars… I thought you could help me.”
She looked desperate. In fact, she looked pathetic. And it suddenly dawned on Brad that he didn’t need to be polite to the Bitch Cow anymore. He didn’t work for her. She didn’t have any power over him. And – more than that – she wanted something from him. Needed it.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “You’ve fallen quite far, haven’t you, sweetie?”
She didn’t answer.
He just looked at her, letting her know with his silence that it wasn’t a rhetorical question.
“Yes,” she said, quietly, after a while.
He remained silent, to see what she’d do.
“Yes, sir,” she corrected herself, looking down, in a voice so small as to be barely perceptible.
Brad immediately felt his cock harden.
“Why is this happening to you, Alexandria?” he asked. “If you can give me the right answer, I might consider helping you, but if not you’re on your own. Think carefully.”
She didn’t really have to think. He’d told her enough times, when they’d worked together. She had always called him a pig, and threatened to fire him. But she never had. He assumed it was because deep down, she knew it was true.
She said something too quietly for him to hear.
“Speak up,” he said. “Why is this happening to you?”
“Because I’m a woman,” she said, louder. “And all women are cunts, and all women are stupid, and we think with our twats, and all we’re really designed to do is have men ejaculate into us.”
“That’s right, Alexandria,” said Brad. He opened his mouth to continue – and then paused.
“Is that the car you came in?” he asked, pointing at a sleek black Saab parked on the curb.
“Yes, sir,” said Alexandria.
“Is there a woman waiting in it?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” said Alexandria. “She’s my lesbian girlfriend. She’s watching me to make sure I’m safe.”
“Go tell her you don’t mind what I do to you, and she doesn’t need to watch,” said Brad.
Alexandria ran over to the car – on high heels, wobbling slightly – and said something to the woman. There was a brief exchange, and then Alexandria returned to him, wearing a white bracelet on her wrist
The car started its engine, and rolled slowly away down the street.
“This is a tracking bracelet,” said Alexandria, pointing at her wrist. “If it comes off or stops working, she’ll call the police to where it is.”
Brad made a face. But it would have to do. And the whole exchange had made clear that Alexandria was expecting that the two of them would have some… interesting interactions.
“Now, cunt…” he said, and smiled – “Do you mind if I call you ‘cunt’?”
“No, sir,” said Alexandria. “Or you can call me Titsy. Because of my big udders.”
He laughed. “Titsy!” he said. “I like that. Okay, Titsy. Now, why on Earth would I give you several thousand dollars?”
“Titsy” shifted awkwardly.
“Well, I was always a bitch to you at Athenium Delta,” she said. “I’m so sorry for that. But I thought you might like to… turn the tables. I thought maybe we could go to the Athenium Delta offices, and we could… roleplay. You could be the boss, and you can treat me… the way you think I deserve to be treated.”
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Brad Toweck was in many ways very smart. He was good with numbers, and good with money, and he was very, very good at marketing, networking and schmoozing. He knew how to get people to do what he wanted, and believe what he wanted, and think what he wanted.
He was also very, very stupid – particularly when it came to women. His father, and his private schooling, and most of his life experience, had left with a misogyny so deeply ingrained that he genuinely couldn’t really believe that a woman could be intelligent, or clever, or really anything except a pair of tits and a cunt that was pretending to be a person.
And so when Alexandria Everton had appeared at his house saying that he could call her “Titsy”, and offering an erotic office roleplay in exchange for money, he didn’t really think it was strange. That was just a thing that a woman might do, because women were dumb bitches who thought with their cunts. To Brad, the real surprise was that Alexandria had never done this sooner.
And so Brad immediately agreed to pay Alexandria seven thousand dollars in exchange for a day at the Athenium Delta offices where she would do anything he wanted – no matter how embarrassing or sexual. He bundled her into his car, in the passenger seat, and immediately set out to drive to the office.
He didn’t think to ask how Alexandria would get into the office, which had been seized by the regulatory bodies that were investigating her matter. (The locks had indeed been changed, but Alexandria knew of a faulty window on the ground floor that she was able to open to get them inside.) He didn’t ask how she could be sure there would be no investigators on the premises. (Alexandria had already visited the offices earlier that day to check, although she had no intention of saying so to Brad.)
He just put her hand on his crotch as they drove, and sighed happily as she obligingly massaged his rock-hard dick.
“Tell me what a dumb bitch you are,” he instructed her.
“I’m really stupid,” she said, obediently. “Because my tits are so huge. They make me stupid. And the fact that I’m a woman, of course. I can’t think rationally because of my cunt…”
She continued in this vein until they reached the offices, and shortly after that, they were inside, standing in the room that had once been Alexandria’s executive office.
It looked fairly barren compared to when Alexandria had worked here. All of her files had been moved into cardboard boxes. The expensive art on the walls was gone, no doubt on its way to be auctioned to pay off the investors she had scammed. But at least her desk, office chair, and computer were still there.
“When we worked together,” said Brad, “you were always pretending that you deserved respect. Pretending that you knew things and had skills. Pretending that there was anything between your ears other than the need to be fucked. Pretending that your body was made for anything other than fucking. Isn’t that right, Titsy?”
“Yes, sir,” said Titsy.
“You acted like a bitch because you knew you were stupid,” said Brad. “Because you knew that without me, and the other men who worked here, you would have nothing, and be nothing.”
“Yes, sir,” said Titsy.
He was pleased to see her face was red. She didn’t want to say these things. But she knew that she had to, to please him, to get his money. He liked that.
“So Titsy,” he said, “if you hadn’t been putting on a mask – a disguise – to be pretend to be a person, what would it have looked like?”
She paused, unsure how to answer.
“Don’t speak,” he told her. “Show me.”
She was still for a minute – and then she began removing her clothes.
He was delighted to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear under her blouse and skirt. When they came off, her huge tits and shaved cunt were bare to his gaze.
And he could see now that that flush in her cheeks was arousal. Her nipples were hard, and her cunt was visibly wet.
“God, you’re a whore, Titsy,” he said, and he loved how she flushed with humiliation at his words.
But what she said was, “Yes, sir.”
“And how would a whore like you behave in this office, if you were being honest?” he asked.
She went to her office chair and sat. In the chair, she spread her legs as wide as they would go, and with one hand she began to finger her pussy. With the other she began to stroke and squeeze her large tits.
“And what would you say, Titsy?” he asked her.
She made a play of staring at her computer screen.
“Sir, can you help me?” she said.
He came over to stand next to her. With him standing, and her sitting, his groin was deliciously close to her tits and face.
“What appears to be the problem?” he asked.
“I don’t understand any of these numbers,” she said, staring at the screen. “It’s too hard. And this email has big words in it, like ‘quarterly’ and ‘offsets’. Can you answer it for me?”
“I really shouldn’t do your work for you, Alexandria,” he said.
“But I’m so stupid,” whined Alexandria. “And I haven’t had anything to suck since morning. Please, just do all the work for me, and I’ll be a good girl.”
Brad sighed – and unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. He grabbed her hair and guided her head towards his dick, and she eagerly opened her mouth and took it into her.
He had dreamed of this – having the Bitch Cow suck his dick. It felt amazing. He held her tight against his crotch and began to facefuck her.
But after a moment he stopped, and released her. He couldn’t cum just yet. He had so many more things he wanted to do with her.
When she pulled her mouth off his cock, she looked up at him, and said, “Sir, I have a confession.”
“What is it, cunt?” he said.
“All those things you told me to do yesterday,” she said. “Those important things. And those messages you wanted me to send.”
“Yes, what about them?” he asked. He was confused as to where this was going.
“I didn’t send them,” she said. “I didn’t do any of it. I was worried it wasn’t the right thing to do.”
Ah. Now he understood. She wanted to be punished.
He smiled – and slapped her across the face, hard.
“Don’t you ever disobey me, cunt,” he snarled.
God, it felt good to hit her. To treat the Bitch Cow with the complete lack of respect and dignity she deserved.
And he could do more.
He pulled her out of the seat by her hair, so that she was on her knees next to the desk. He grabbed her tits and laid them on the surface of the desk.
Then he took off his belt.
She whimpered as she saw him do it, and she looked like she might try to get up or run, so he slapped her again.
And then he began to whip her tits with the belt.
He brought it down – SMACK! SMACK! – again and again on the fat flesh of her oversized fuckbags. Each blow made her howl, but he kept going. It felt amazing to know that he could do this to her, with absolutely no consequences. It was how she deserved to be treated.
He kept going until she started to cry, and at that point it was simply too erotic for him to endure. He grabbed her by the hair again, and threw her on the floor, tits up, ass down, and then he fell on top of her, pinning her to the ground. His knees forced her legs apart, and his cock slid easily into her still-humiliatingly-wet fuckhole. Her huge tits were pressed against his chest, and he kissed her on the mouth as he started to rape her.
It felt so good to pump himself in and out of her cunt. When he was done kissing her, he slapped her across the face, and then kissed her again. Her tears were incredibly hot – that he had made her cry, that she had let him make her cry, that he couldn’t stop her, and that she was so vulnerable that she needed this to happen, to get her money.
“You do what I tell you,” he snarled at her, as he felt his orgasm approaching. “You do nothing but what I tell you, you dumb cunt. You do exactly the things I say, and nothing else. You don’t so much as pretend to think without my permission, do you understand me, whore?”
And she squealed, and said that she did, that she would, that she would be nothing but his toy, that he would make all her decisions.
And with that, he ejaculated inside her.
Afterwards, he still had the rest of the day to play with her. He made her crawl on all fours on the office floor. He sent her to the photocopiers to photocopy her tits and cunt. He got her to bring him coffee and suck his cock while he drank it. When she needed the toilet, he made her piss into a bowl in front of him. He took photos and video of her. He called her names and spat on her. He kicked her tits and her cunt.
And at the end of the day he brought her back to the desk, and resumed whipping her tits with his belt, until she was crying again.
And this time he fucked her in the ass.
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Late that night, long after the sun went down, a crying, bruised, cum-stained Titsy found her way to a black Saab on a quiet street near the offices.
Elody rolled down the window.
“Ew, Titsy, you smell like a whore,” she said. “Your oversized fuckbags are all bruised. I can’t believe how clumsy you are. Are you done with your deviant sexual behaviour?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Titsy. “I’m sorry, mistress. Did it work, though?”
Elody rolled her eyes. “Of course it did, Titsy. We’re not all brainless cows. The cameras you put in the office caught all the video and all the sound. We have wonderful footage of you acting like the brainless slut you are, and this Brad person using you as his private cum-toilet and making all sorts of dire threats if you didn’t let him control your decisions. It should be everything Cameron needs.”
“Thank you, mistress,” said Titsy. “May I get in the car now?”
“What?” said Elody. “Ew, no. Your cunt and ass are dripping cum. I’m not having that on my leather seats. Cows ride in the boot. There’s a toilet brush in there, I expect you to fuck yourself with it until we reach the house.”
“Yes, mistress,” said Titsy. “Thank you, mistress.”
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