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I couldn’t even sleep that night because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photo the blackmailer had sent… me on the conference table, surrounded by six men, covered in cum. The threat kept repeating in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.By 7:15 AM, I was back at Sinclair Tower, wearing a short navy blue dress with no bra and no panties, just as Damien had demanded. My pussy was still tender and leaking from yesterday’s abuse.The moment I locked Damien’s office door, he was on me.He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, kissing me with raw, possessive hunger. His tongue invaded my mouth aggressively as his hands roamed under my dress.“Missed this greedy little cunt,” he growled, shoving two thick fingers inside me without warning.“Ahh! Damien!” I moaned loudly, my legs buckling.He finger-fucked me hard and fast against the wall, curling his fingers deep while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit.“Still so fucking wet,” he groaned. “You love walking

The rooftop garden was supposed to be a quiet, exclusive space for senior executives. This morning, it became my personal stage of destruction.At exactly 9:00 AM, I stepped out of the private elevator onto the rooftop, wearing a short cream-colored dress with nothing underneath. The morning sun felt too bright and too exposing. My heart pounded as I spotted the head of finance, Mr. Harrington, a stern 52-year-old man, and his young male assistant, Tyler, already waiting near the secluded lounge area.They both turned when they saw me, licking their lips like hungry lions. I wouldn’t blame them because I would do the same if I saw free pussy too.I didn’t waste time with words. I walked straight up to Mr. Harrington, dropped to my knees on the wooden deck, and unzipped his pants.“Use me,” I whispered, my voice already hoarse with shame and arousal. “Both of you.”Mr. Harrington groaned deeply as I pulled out his thick, veiny cock and took him into my mouth. I sucked him sloppily, mak

The morning of the company-wide quarterly results video call felt like the end of everything.I stood in Damien’s private bathroom at 10:40 AM, staring at my reflection. My makeup was perfect. My hair was styled. I wore a tight black dress that looked professional from the waist up… but I had nothing underneath. My pussy was already wet with fear and shameful anticipation.You guessed right, Damien couldn’t stop it.He stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as his eyes met mine in the mirror.“Whatever happens today,” he said quietly, voice low and dangerous, “you are mine, and I will make sure I protect you after.”I nodded, throat tight.At 10:55 AM, we entered his office. The camera was already set up for the live company-wide broadcast. Over 2,000 employees would be watching Damien present the quarterly results.The blackmailer’s final instruction was clear: I had to ride Damien’s cock on camera, visibly, during the presentation.Damien sat in his large executive cha

The Crimson Suite felt smaller with every passing minute.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my body still marked from Damien’s possessive fucking. Fresh hickeys bloomed on my neck and breasts. Cum still leaked slowly down my inner thighs. My legs trembled as I tried to steady myself.Damien stood behind me, his hands resting possessively on my hips. His reflection stared back at me with dark excitement.“You don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice low. “I can try to buy us more time.”I shook my head slowly. “If I refuse, they release everything from the boardroom to the rooftop… All of it. I have no choice. I can’t let my family see them.”Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door, and two masked attendants in black suits entered.“It’s time, Miss Bennett,” one said politely. “The Main Arena is ready for you.”Damien’s grip tightened on my hips. He kissed the back of my neck one last time, then stepped back.“I’ll be watching,” he whispered. “Remember who you belong to

I woke up the next evening in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.My body felt deliciously used. Every muscle in my body ached in the most satisfying way. My pussy and ass were still tender and slightly swollen from the endless hours of being fucked by different men the night before. Dried cum flaked on my skin, and the faint scent of sex clung to me like perfume.I no longer felt shame.Instead, a deep, warm thrill ran through me as I remembered how many cocks had stretched me, filled me, and claimed me. I started to feel more and more hungry. I wanted more. I craved being used, watched, and broken again and again.Then a soft knock sounded on the door of the Crimson Suite.Two masked female attendants entered, smiling knowingly.“Master Damien has requested you be prepared for tonight’s events,” one said. “The Labyrinth awaits.”They bathed me in warm scented water, massaging my sore muscles. They oiled my skin until it glowed, then dressed me in nothing but a sheer black lace bodysu