Chapter: Diagnosed for Fúcking Part 4The pharmacy was a brightly-lit. The air smelled disinfectant and floral air freshener. Dr. Alistair’s crisp, clinical handwriting was a confession, a detailed list of her own perversion for any bored pharmacist to read.‘Rx: One tablet, to be taken orally at 8 PM. Muscle relaxant. For severe, systemic hypersensitivity.’The pharmacist was a cheerful woman with too much makeup and a name tag that read ‘Brenda.’ “My, my, you must have it bad,” she chirped, tapping prescription into her computer. “This is some strong stuff. Dr. Alistair doesn’t mess around. What’s it for, if you don’t mind my asking?”Lily’s face was a burning mask of shame. “Nerve… damage,” she managed to stammer, her voice a thin, reedy thing.“Oh, that’s terrible!” Brenda clucked sympathetically, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Well, this should help take the edge off. Just be careful. It can make you a bit… loopy. And don’t operate any heavy machinery.”The irony was a physical blow. If only she knew what k
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Chapter: Diagnosed for Fúcking Part 3The sound of his belt was a sound that sealed her fate. Lily knelt on the cold, hard floor, a wreck of trembling limbs and a mind that was a blank, white canvas of shock and shame. His words, *“Let’s begin,”* echoed in her head, a dark, hypnotic command. He dropped his trousers and his boxers, and his cock, thick and heavy, sprang free. It was angry, a dark, flushed weapon pointing directly at her, a single bead of glistening moisture at its tip.“You made a mess, Ms. Reed,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. He gestured to the examination table, where the evidence of her last, shattering orgasm was still a slick, shiny mess on the pristine white paper. “A dirty, filthy mess. You will clean it. With your tongue.”A fresh wave of humiliation, so hot and sharp it was almost painful, washed over her. This was a thousand times worse than the exam. This was degradation. This was being treated like an animal. And a dark, twisted part of her, a part she was terrified to acknowledge,
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Chapter: Diagnosed for Fúcking Part 2The next two days were a special kind of hell. A self-inflicted torture chamber of her own making. Lily’s small apartment felt like a prison, her bed a rack where she was stretched and teased. His words were a brand seared into her mind: “You will not come.” It was a command that had rewired her entire nervous system, turning her own body into a traitor.Every night, she would lie in the darkness, her skin humming with a low, desperate ache. She would try to read, try to watch television, anything to distract herself from the traitorous hum between her legs. But it was always there. A dull, persistent throb that demanded attention.On the first night, she broke. Her hand, a traitor of its own, slid down her sweat-slicked stomach and under the waistband of her pajamas. Her fingers found her wet, swollen cunt, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp. She was so sensitive. The lightest brush of her fingertips against her clit was like an electric shock. She circled the hard, aching
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Chapter: Book 17:Diagnosed for FúckingThe waiting room of Dr. Alistair’s clinic was a controlled misery. Lily sat on a hard, plastic chair, her spine ramrod straight, her hands clenched into fists in her lap so tight her nails dug into her palms. The air was a sterile, recycled hum, scented with a faint, sharp lemon cleaner that did nothing to cut through the cloying, sweet smell of her own fear. Every tick of the wall clock was a hammer blow against her skull.Her condition was a live wire under her skin. It had started an hour ago, as soon as she’d sat down. A low, deep hum had begun in her belly, a treacherous warmth that was now a slow, spreading fire. She squeezed her thighs together under her thin dress, a useless, desperate gesture. The fabric was a torment, a constant friction against her swollen, hypersensitive clit. She could feel the dampness soaking through her panties, a shameful, slick evidence of her body’s betrayal. She was a prisoner in her own skin, and this room, this man, was her only hope for a parole
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Chapter: The Jeth's Secret Slút Part 2The rest of the day was a waking nightmare. Anjali moved through the grand haveli like a ghost, her body a traitor, humming with the memory of Vikram’s touch. Every step sent a jolt of sensation through her. The rough fabric of her petticoat felt like sandpaper against her tender, spanked ass. The silk of her saree brushing against her swollen, sensitive breasts was a constant, arousing torment.She bathed, the cool water a shock against her heated skin. She saw the faint red marks on her hips where his fingers had dug into her flesh, the dark shadow of a bruise on her neck. She looked at herself in the mirror, at the woman with the wide, innocent eyes and the body of a well-used whore. A hot, sickening mix of shame and excitement churned in her belly.Dinner was a special kind of hell. The long, polished dining table was filled with the Shekhawat family. Her husband, Rajiv, sat beside her, oblivious, telling a boring story about a new car he wanted to buy. She smiled and nodded, her m
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Chapter: The Jeth's Secret SlútThe first week in her new home was a performance. Anjali played her part perfectly. She woke before dawn, prayed with the family, helped her mother-in-law in the kitchen, and spent her days learning the intricate rules of the Shekhawat household. She was a ghost in her own life, her vibrant personality buried under layers of silk and duty.Her husband, Rajiv, was a sweet but simple man. He was kind to her, but his attentions were clumsy and brief. He was more interested in his friends and his cars than in his new, beautiful wife. Anjali felt a familiar, hollow ache of loneliness.But her Jeth, Vikram, was different. He watched her. His gaze was a constant, physical weight on her skin. When she served him tea in the morning, his eyes would linger on the swell of her hips as she turned. When she bent down to touch his feet in a gesture of respect, she could feel his stare on the curve of her ass. He never said anything inappropriate. He never touched her. But his look was a violation, a
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“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous.
“Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.”
His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through.
“On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.”
Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along.
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 6): The Lunchtime LessonThe clock on her computer screen was a countdown to her own execution. 11:58 AM. Two minutes. For two hours, she had been living in a state of perpetual, low-grade panic. Every email was a jumble of letters. Every phone ring made her flinch. The fabric of her skirt against her bare skin was a constant, maddening reminder of his command. She was naked underneath, exposed and ready for him, even when he was miles away in his own corner of the office. Her body was no longer her own; it was a tool, waiting for its master.At 12:00 PM exactly, a soft chime from her computer signaled a new email. The subject line was blank. The body of the email contained only two words.My office.A fresh wave of moisture slicked her folds. It wasn't a phone call this time. It was an email. A digital trail. A record of her summons. The humiliation was more potent, more thrilling. She stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Brenda from accounting looked over, a curious expression on her face.“B
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 4)Emma’s body sagged against him, still trembling from her orgasm but Mr. Carter didn’t let her rest. He kept her upright, cóck buried deep, one hand wrapped around her throat while the other yanked her títs roughly.“Pathetic” he muttered twisting her nípple until she squealed.“Cumming for your boss like a cheap slút. What would the others in this office say if they saw you bouncing on my cóck dripping down your thighs?”Her face flamed. “Please… don’t…”Smack! His palm cracked across her cheek, sharp enough to sting.“Don’t what?” he growled.“Don’t tell the truth? That you spread your legs for your paycheck?That you’ll suck and fuck your boss whenever he snaps his fingers?”Emma whimpered, humiliation flooding her, but her pússy clenched around him again betraying her.Mr. Carter laughed darkly. “Look at you, your body fucking loves it. Getting slapped, spanked, used like a whore.These tits…” he squeezed her bréast hard, then bent his head to bite down on her nipple until she crie
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 3)Emma’s chest pressed flat against the desk, her blouse hanging open, her tits squashed against the cool wood. She trembled, fingers clutching the edge while Mr. Carter kicked her legs wider.“Good girl,” he muttered flipping her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were still pushed aside the thin fabric soaked through. He smacked her ass again, harder this time, watching it ripple.“This round big ašs is mine the second you walked back in here.”Emma whimpered, her face burning as he spread her cheeks apart exposing her pušsy glistening under the office lights.“Look at this sloppy cúnt” he growled dragging the head of his cock along her slit.“Wet, needy, just begging to be fucked.”He shoved in without warning burying himself balls deep in one brutal thrust. Emma cried out, the sound echoing off the office walls. Papers scattered, a glass pen holder tipped over, clattering to the floor.“Fuck tight as hell,” Mr. Carter groaned, gripping her hips“You’ve been walking around this o
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 2)“Good”he muttered pressing the head of his cóck against her mouth. “You want this job? You’re going to earn it, every measure of it”He pushed in slowly letting her lips stretch, her tongue flattening beneath his shaft. Emma gagged softly as the thick head slid past her teeth but she forced herself to hold still.“That’s it,” Mr. Carter growled gripping her hair tighter.“On your knees at my mercy just where you should be.”He pulled back, then shoved deeper making her choke. Saliva spilled down her chin, dripping onto her blouse.“Messy little thing” he said with a dark chuckle.“Your résumé isn’t worth shit but this mouth? This is exactly what I need in my office.”Emma whimpered humiliation burning her face but the heat pooling between her thighs betrayed her.Mr. Carter’s hand gripped her chin forcing her to look up at him. His cóck still hung heavy between them slick with her spit.“How far are you willing to go for this job Emma?” His voice was low and dangerous.“Be honest.”He
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút(Part 1)The office was almost empty when Emma pushed through the glass doors her heels clicking nervously against the polished floor. Her hands gripped her bag tight against her chest.She hadnt been back since a week ago the firing thing. A “downsizing,” they’d called it but she knew it was because she’d mouthed off one too many times. Now she was really desperate for money,rent was overdue, bills were piling, and she couldn’t find another job that paid half as well.Which was why she was here after work hours, because she knew her boss would be alone still rounding up on work. She was going to beg him back for her work and apologise for all the things that had don wrong.The receptionist desk was empty as she walked past like she assumed. Most of the lights on the top floors were off. Only the glow from the corner office was lit his office. Mr. Carter, her boss. The man who had let her go with a cold smile and no explanation.She walked slowly down the hallway, every step making her stomach
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