Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 03

"This is after we first fucked," Stacy began, showcasing that photo taken the night of the party, with her on her knees covered in cum. The married woman could barely comprehend the obscene photo in front of her. "You should have heard all the awful things your husband said right before this was taken. Called me a slut and a whore as he fucked my throat. He could have just walked away. He didn't have to fuck my mouth. He'd already cum twice... he fucking filled up my cunt. And my ass. He could have left with you right then. But he didn't. He needed more. He needed to fuck my tits. He needed to fuck my throat. He needed to cum all over me! And that's what he did. That was his fucking third load of the night! That's how hot he was for me! He stood right where you're standing and fucking hosed me down with his massive load. He chose to do that rather than rescue his poor, passed-out wife!"

Elizabeth's heart was shattering into a million pieces. This couldn't be true. But Stacy wasn't done breaking her down.

"Oh... here's a dick pic, by the way," she said, this photo not the one she was looking for but it was nonetheless relevant to the conversation. She showed the married woman a very well-taken photo of a long, thick, lengthy dick and a heavy pair of balls hanging beneath it. While she wasn't one to study every inch of her husband's penis, it did look a lot like his. Stacy went back to scrolling through pictures as she spoke up. "This was when he was still trying to pretend to not still be into me. It only took the slightest push from me for him to send that my way, so yeah... I wasn't buying it."

How was this possible.

"Ah! Here we go. Here's us at the basketball game..." Stacy said, showing another picture. It showed Stacy standing next to Ryan at the game, standing in front of some nice box seats. Distressingly, they looked great together... a handsome, tall, well-built man standing next to a gorgeous, hot-bodied babe like her... they looked like a couple. It didn't help that they were standing in close proximity, her arm hooked in his, pulling herself in close. The only thing that gave the wife respite was the slightly nervous but polite grin on his face, as if he was unsure about the nature of this photo. Elizabeth's addled mind tried to justify this... he never denied going to the game. Perhaps they'd run into each other while he was there with his client, hence the slightly nervous look on his face. It wasn't much, but it was the last shred of hope the desperate wife could cling to. Stacy turned her phone back to herself and continued speaking. "We had such a great time that night. He went there to stand up for you, and he tried so hard to do so, but I was just too much fun! By the third quarter, he was squeezing my tits! And after that, he wasn't really thinking about you anymore. We had such intense sex that night. I think that was the night he realized you didn't really matter to him anymore, that he only loved me." Stacy paused, glanced at Elizabeth, and shook her head. "You probably shouldn't have let him leave you that night. I mean, it was Christmas! What were you thinking?"

Every heartbreaking word was like a stab to the heart. But still, inspired by that photo, she clung to the desperate hope that this was all some incredible fiction this evil bitch was unspooling, just to torture her.

Then, she dropped the hammer.

Turning her phone to face the married woman, Elizabeth's eyes went wide as a video was playing on Stacy's phone. The scene playing out as if the phone had been propped up on a dresser, there was no mistaking what Elizabeth was seeing. On the big bed, Stacy was there. With Ryan.

And they were having sex.

"Fuck me, baby! Yes!" Stacy moaned out on the phone. She was on top of Ryan, bouncing on his big, swollen dick, her ass slamming into him. He was on his back on the bed, his palms eagerly squeezing the Asian woman's massive tits as he humped upwards into her. "Tell me... ugh! Tell me how much better I am than your boring fucking wife!"

Elizabeth watched, horrified but transfixed, fearing what she was about to hear, tears filling her eyes.

"Yes! Fuck! You're so much better than her! AH!" he groaned, firmly squeezing Stacy's massive tits to punctuate this statement. "You're the best! Fuck! Way better than Lizzy! Oh! I fucking love you!"

It was true. It was all true. Her nightmare was now reality. History was repeating itself.

Elizabeth had to step back, as if punched in the gut. It felt like her soul was leaving her body. No... this couldn't be happening. Not again. This was so much worse. With Johnny... that was young love. It could almost be written off as a youthful mistake. But Ryan... they were married. They were totally committed to each other. And yet, this still happens. He was still convinced to break her heart by this vicious bitch.

While the young wife's world crumbled, Stacy was relaxed. Calm, as she watched the blonde's life implode, smirking with hunger as her eyes blazed with heat, this whole thing a huge turn-on for her, a new dimension to her sexuality being unlocked.

Elizabeth saw the joy her boss was taking in her downfall, and seeing it unlocked something in her as well. An anger that had been inside her from that moment years ago when Kayla stole Johnny from her. For years, she imagined what she would do if she had the chance for revenge. She never got that vengeance, only facing down with that slut for the first-time years later, enough time having passed to let herself be lulled into complacency. But now... she was facing down her enemy. Facing down the evil bitch who'd ruined her life. She couldn't let this moment pass.

Filled with a fury that she'd never experienced before, her hand tightened as she stared down Stacy's gorgeous, smug face. As quick as a flash, she moved to slap that look off the Asian woman's arrogant face, finally poised to take years of frustration out on her.

But Stacy was ready.

Ducking the blow easily and grabbing Elizabeth's wayward wrist, putting the skills she'd learned from her MMA classes at the gym to work, she roughly yanked Elizabeth's wrist behind her own back, wrenching her arm roughly.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" the slim blonde cried out in pain, having never felt this type of physical pain before.

"Big mistake, bitch!" Stacy gloated viciously, pulling up on Lizzy's wrist, further wrenching her shoulder. Kendall had taken a concerned step into the office as this quickly turned physical, but stopped as Stacy took control of the situation. She stepped back to continue watching every moment in front of her. "You fucked up big time! You just gave me an excuse... I've dreaming about this for weeks!"

Elizabeth was caught off guard as she found herself being pushed forward, walking in pain, guided along as the petite Asian slut roughly yanked at her arm, forcing her in the direction she wanted. Shoving her forward. It was only when they crossed the threshold into Stacy's private bathroom that it hit the wife what was about to happen.

"No, no, no! Wait! Don't!" Elizabeth cried out, panicked as her boss moved her towards the toilet. This couldn't happen! Not again! How could this be happening?

Stacy used her own leg to take out Elizabeth's from beneath her, forcing her down to her knees in front of the toilet bowl, staring down into the crystal-clear water like it was her doom, an unending abyss she'd never be able to escape from. Moving as quick as a flash, Stacy roughly lifted the seat, slamming it up into the porcelain, leaving nothing between Elizabeth and her humiliating destiny.

"Wait! Please!" Elizabeth begged, but no mercy would be found here today. Not hesitating in the slightest, Stacy roughly shoved her face into the bowl, dunking her face in the water. Elizabeth struggled, bubbles rising from her mouth as she struggled to break free. Eyes looking almost crazed, Stacy held her in place, cackling in delight. Yanking her hair back and pulling her free from the bowl, the water cascading the married woman's face, Stacy twisted the knife.

"Jesus Christ, Lizzy, you're such a fucking loser!" Stacy spat out as Elizabeth panted for breath. The boss lady dunked her employee's face into the toilet again, rubbing her face against the bowl. "What kind of grown woman gets her face dunked into a toilet?! Oh my God!" Stacy called out, shaking her head and grinning. Stacy pulled Lizzy's face from the bowl, water all over her face and soaking her hair. "Only women like you ever end up like this! Disgusting fucking losers! Bitches like me are fucking winners! Do you think a man really wants to be with a woman who lets things like this happen to her? Why do you think your husband cheated on you?" Stacy dunked Lizzy's face again for a few seconds before lifting her back out. "Because you're a boring... flat-chested... LOSER! Say it!" Lizzy opened her mouth to speak just as Stacy pressed her face back in the toilet bowl again. She held her in place for an extended bit of time before pulling her back out, granting her air once more. "Say it and I'll stop, Lizzy!"

"Whuh..." Lizzy stammered, this hesitation enough for the boss lady to dunk her face back in the water again. By the time she was pulled back out, she got the idea.

"Say it!" Stacy demanded manically.

"I'm a boring loser!" Elizabeth called out, desperate for this to be over. Stacy dunked her face in the water again.

"You missed something, you stupid fucking bitch!" Stacy stated. Finally pulling her back out, Elizabeth figured out the missing piece.

"I'm a boring, flat-chested loser!" Elizabeth stated.

"Say it again!" Stacy demanded, dunking her for a few more moments before pulling her back out.

"I'm a boring, flat-chested loser!" Lizzy cried out. Stacy repeated this action, dunking her again.

"Again!" she demanded, pulling the married woman back out.

"I'm a fucking boring, flat-chested loser!" Lizzy called out. Once more into the bowl before Stacy pulled her back again.

"Again!" Stacy demanded.

"I'm a fucking boring, flat-chested loser!" Lizzy repeated. She was dunked into the toilet once again, her face submerged in the water. But this time, her only respite was because of Stacy flushing it, the water swirling around her and disappearing down the hole. Feeling fully flushed away by the evil bitch, Stacy pulled her back one more time.

"SAY IT!" Stacy roared.

"I'm a FUCKING boring, flat-chested LOSER!" Lizzy screamed out desperately. Finally, Lizzy had endured enough to earn Stacy's mercy.

"And don't forget it," Stacy said, staring the married woman down. "Don't forget that your husband's leaving you because you're boring... that you're a disgusting loser... and that your tits are so fucking small, it's fucking pathetic! Ryan's words... and mine..." Stacy added. Finally lifting the married woman up to her feet, one arm still on her wrist, she pulled her into her office, only then releasing her by throwing her to the floor.

Elizabeth crumpled into a ball on the floor, her face and hair soaked, as was the upper half of her nice work outfit. She lifted her head off the floor to look at Stacy, feeling so weak and broken, and the petite Asian woman looking powerful as she approached her.

"You're fucking done," Stacy told her, blood pumping, eyes on fire, her nipples as stiff as diamonds beneath her top. She shook her hand to flick away the moisture, flicking it onto the crumpled married woman as if she was trash. "Done with Ryan. Done here. Done in this fucking industry, if I have my way."

Only then did Stacy look over at Kendall. Kendall had watched this whole thing in fucking awe, horrified and delighted and enraptured, having gained an all-new respect and fear for what her friend was truly capable of. Eyes glazed over; it took her a moment to realize she was being looked at.

"Call security," Stacy began, breathing hard. "Get this bitch out of here."

Even someone as cold-blooded as Kendall had sympathy for what Lizzy had just endured, but Stacy was not to be denied, so quick as a flash, she nodded and pulled out her phone, moving to comply. As she did, she spied her boss pulling out her phone to take a picture of the demolished married woman beneath her, now completely broken, wanting to remember this moment forever.

As Kendall was on the phone, she glanced back at the office, only to see that everyone had clearly been listening in, knowing some sort of physical conflict had just occurred. But they didn't know what happened for sure until the security guard led Elizabeth away, her upper half soaked with water, enough to let the office know exactly what had gone down. It was only as Stacy admired her handiwork as Lizzy was taken from the office in disgrace that she noticed the rest of her employees looking up in fear at her.

"GET TO WORK!" she roared, turning and slamming the door behind her, re-entering her office, sitting behind her desk, breathing deep. This could be the moment where she realized she'd taken things too far, that things had gotten way out of control. Where she realized the error of her ways. But instead, she smiled. A gorgeous smile lit up beautiful face, her eyes flashing with mischief.

She'd never been more turned on.

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It didn't feel real.

Being marched out of the office in front of her peers after having had her life ruined, after she'd been humiliated by the woman who'd incited that destruction... it was so unbelievable that it felt like something out of a nightmare. The looks her coworkers gave her as she was led out by security... she'd never felt lower as a person.

Elizabeth was sitting in the driver's seat, the car still in its parking spot, the married woman nearly catatonic as it all hit her. Her hair was still wet, as was her clothing, the feeling a reminder of the humiliation she'd just endured. It took her a few minutes to work herself up to doing anything, grabbing her phone and calling Ryan, looking to confront him about what happened, hoping to hear the regret and shame in his voice.

He didn't answer.

She tried calling him again and again, but he didn't fucking reply. She wondered if Stacy had already warned him about what happened, because he was usually good about answering his phone. In fact, she had, texting him right as Lizzy was being taken out by security, telling him 'I just ended your marriage, babe, just like you wanted me to. I broke the news and told her everything, and when the dumb bitch tried to slap me, I grabbed her and dunked her fucking face in the toilet.' She punctuated this by sending Ryan a photo of the aftermath, of Lizzy on the floor, face and hair soaked with water. 'But I'll make this all so easy for you. You're coming to my place tonight, and you're not leaving. We're not gonna eat. We're not gonna sleep. We're just gonna fuck. Again and again and again. You won't even remember that bitch's name by tomorrow.'

Finally, Elizabeth received a text back. For a moment, she wondered if the gravity of everything would make him appropriately regretful for what happened. That he'd see the grave mistake he'd made and would beg for forgiveness. Instead...

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.'

That's it. A weak apology. Years of marriage tossed away in the cruelest manner possible, and that's the response she got. That's how little he truly cared. That's how far-gone Stacy and her hot body had taken him. He was always so caring and loving and empathetic... this cold, half-hearted apology... it was so unlike him. Either Stacy had exposed some deep, buried side of him that neither of them knew existed, or he'd been completely corrupted by Stacy and her insanely sexy body, permanently changed by the vicious sex they'd had.

Elizabeth tried texting him back, tried calling him again... radio silence. Nothing. In this moment, she felt hollow. Nothing was left. Her marriage was done, just like that. And it was only then that the tears hit her, coming in waves as she violently sobbed, her chest shaking as she did so. She'd started this morning happy as can be, and just like that, in one cruel stroke... it was all destroyed. Buried in rubble. And all her coworkers just let it happen. No one stood up to her. Not a single one of them. Here, at her lowest, she needed help. She just needed a friendly face. And there was only one person left.

Dr. White.

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Dr. White eagerly got everything ready, everything in place, beyond excited for what was about to happen. She paced around her office, going over everything she wanted to talk about, how best to approach Elizabeth in this sensitive time. Months of work had led to this moment. She needed this to be perfect.

Ashley had called her desk between appointments, telling her that Elizabeth called her, sounding like a wreck, sobbing as she spoke, begging for an emergency appointment. Dr. White was normally very regimented, liking to keep things to schedule no matter what, so Ashley didn't expect the doctor to allow for this change of schedule. Instead, she leapt to action, telling her secretary to cancel her next appointment, to move everything around to accommodate this.

The doctor was ready by the time Elizabeth was supposed to show up, but when her phone rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Ashley sounded a bit taken aback when she said that Elizabeth was here, so Dr. White knew she was in for something good. Stopping at the closed door that led to the waiting room, she took a deep breath. With one last bit of inspiration, she undid a button at the top of her shirt, showing just a hint of her tremendous cleavage, before pushing open the door to welcome her patient.

Dr. White could barely hide her excitement at the sight of the wrecked married woman pacing back and forth, her hair soaked, her clothes wet, her makeup a mess. Could it be... did Stacy really...? YES! She was so excited by this sight! But the doctor kept it together, addressing Elizabeth.

"C'mon back, Elizabeth," Dr. White greeted her sympathetically with the proper amount of concern, her face not betraying the slightest bit of the façade she was putting up. But Ashley couldn't hide the stink-eye she gave the harried blonde as she gave her the once over, realizing something clearly traumatic had happened to married woman.

Elizabeth kept her head down as she followed Dr. White to her office, bursting with feeling, desperate to let it all out. Once they got in the office, and Dr. White closed the door behind them, it finally burst out.

"I was right, Jen!" Elizabeth said, still pacing around, looking almost crazed. "I knew it, I fucking knew it. I was right to be worried."

"Elizabeth, what are you talking about?" Dr. White asked, seemingly confused.

"Ryan fucked my boss!" Elizabeth cried out, the feelings bursting out of her.

"What?" Dr. White asked, shocked, taking a step back.

"You told me that it would all be okay, that nothing would happen, that I was being crazy!" Elizabeth said, eyes looking manic. "That it would be healthy if I confronted my fears and brought Ryan to the party. So, I did. I brought Ryan to the Christmas party, and he met my boss. He met Stacy. And then she was flirting with him, and he was okay with it, and it was like out of my nightmares! Seeing them together... I couldn't stop drinking, and I passed out, and then... and then they had SEX! They fucked right there at the party! Everyone knew. Everyone but me. And then..."

"Wait, wait, wait... slow down," Dr. White said, holding up her hands, urging her to calm down, as she was talking a mile a minute. Elizabeth complied, looking like was bursting at the seams to keep going. "Sit down. Take a breath." Elizabeth did as asked, but it didn't exactly help her calm down, even if it did take some of the edge off. Dr. White sat down as well, grabbing her notebook and her pen, and looked the married woman in the eyes.