Kim's Descent Pt. 02

Her already short breaths quickened further when he dragged his hand slowly over her stomach, towards her mons. The sight of his hand movingly over her trembling flesh put her ovaries in overdrive, pumping her full of desire while the small part of her brain that was still thinking rationally screamed against it. He reached in towards her core, brushing past legs that were futilely clenched closed, and slid his index finger over her drenched panties.

"Hmm," he said, half to himself and half to her, "at least now I know I don't need to worry about lube. You're such a filthy slut that you want it to happen don't you?" He smiled sardonically before he continued, as if reading her mind. "Even though you don't want it to happen, your whore cunt is making you hornier than you've ever been before, isn't it?"

He patted her pussy, "At least a small part of you knows your place."

The lift came to a stop and the doors dinged open onto a wide foyer, a large central reception desk in the centre. If Kim was thinking straight she'd know that the executives that worked here hardly stayed past 3 o'clock, let alone the 5 o'clock end of workday that normal employees stuck to.

But Kim wasn't thinking straight. Her fear had reached an all time high, and she was hyperventilating against Mark's hand, dreading being found by her dad's colleagues with her tits hanging out. She knew pretty much everyone who worked up here, had met them all at the stupid cocktail parties they put on to celebrate their own success.

She didn't hear Mark huff with contempt at her, uncaring of her in the slightest. She barely felt his hand leave her pussy. She did feel the hand clamp around her neck though, putting a stopper on her thoughts and focusing her onto his voice.

"If you don't calm down I won't be able to stop myself completely wrecking you. You don't know how hard it makes me to see you whimpering against your true nature, you silly little bitch."

He abruptly grabbed her by her shoulders, spun her around to face him, and slapped her across the face, a sharp crack resonating against the silent floor behind her. She dumbly raised a hand to her face in shock before he again clasped his meaty hand around her throat, forcing her to look up into his face from mere inches away.

"Do you understand?"

"Ye.. yes.." Kim choked out.

"Good girl," he said sarcastically, patting her head with his free hand. "If you make enough noise to attract someone's attention, I'll make them join in as well, so shut your little bitch mouth if you know what's good for you."

He didn't bother waiting for a reply. Kim shrieked out as she lost her footing and her world spun, before what he'd said had registered with her and she shut up. She realised he'd thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and was now carrying her towards the frosted glass front of his office.

Fearful of him making good on his words, Kim silently fought against him. She shed tears while ineffectually throwing punches at his muscular back, her legs flailing about while he resumed his probing of her insides with a single digit. The worst thing, Kim thought in the back of her mind, was that he wasn't even trying to get her wet for him. It was like he was just curious, moving his finger about whichever way suited him, as if she was just a lump of meat. I'll die before I tell him how much I dreamt of something like this happening, she silently rationalised.

Mark walked into his office and dropped her on the floor, not even paying attention to the heavy blush plastered across her cheeks and upper chest, before turning his back on her, towards the door.

The door locked audibly, and Kim felt her last chance of making it out in one piece disappear before her eyes. The tears were more in anger towards herself than for Mark: she was cursing herself for being the way she was, turned on by something that was quite evidently completely wrong.

Her breath was ragged as she tried to calm down. She looked up to Mark on a knife edge of lust and dread, waiting for him to make his move.

Is this really the same man who made me cum so hard?

He turned and without even glancing at her, went to pour himself a drink from a little drinks table in the far corner of the room. The office itself was roughly a carbon copy layout of the one that she'd seen Josh in, in what felt like a lifetime ago. The large desk that faced the door had its back to floor-to-ceiling windows. A low bookshelf spanned the entire length of one of the two walls. The other, where Mark still had his back to her, housed cabinets that highlighted his awards and achievements, as well as several signed sports paraphernalia.

On the right of the square-shaped corner office was a pair of modern single-seat leather armchairs, with an equally modern coffee table in between them. Mark moved smoothly from the small table where he was standing to stand in front of his desk, leaning back on it slightly, with a glass of golden liquid in his hand. He took a sip, smacked his lips in appreciation, and looked at her.

Kim couldn't help but break her eye contact with him to glance at his prominent bulge, which she thought would get her a reaction from him. Mark didn't move a muscle.

"Strip, you dumb fuck. Take off that silly excuse of an outfit and get on your knees."

Kim just sat there, having heard him perfectly, but too afraid to move.

He sighed and put his glass down onto his desk. He walked up to her and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Once she was up, he unceremoniously ripped away her blouse, causing her to jump in shock. This time he grabbed her throat, he held her up on her tiptoes, making her totter on the spot as if she was standing on a precipice.

"Now you're going to have to go home without a proper top. The next time I tell you something, and you don't do it straight away, I'll make you walk around town with nothing but my cum on your face and a sign begging every guy you walk past to stick his dick deep inside you, until you make enough money to buy yourself a ride home. Am I understood?"

Kim waited a beat, desperate for one last chance to keep this whole thing in the safe realm of fantasy.

"..Please Mark, don't do—"

He slapped her again, her face snapping to the side. She could feel blood rush to her cheek, the pain infusing with the pleasure her turncoat snatch was dousing her in.

"Benevolent person that I am, I was going to let you go after you eat my cum once, but if you keep turning me on with your begging, you'll be here all night. If you're lucky you'll be out before your dad makes it into work in the morning. Make your choice, Kim."

He savoured saying her name as much as he had the golden liquid earlier. He let go and stepped back to the desk, taking another sip.

Kim's arms shook as she jiggled her ass out of her pants. She arched her shoulders slightly to hide her little tits when she took her bra off. Her fingers crept under the elastic of her drenched panties, and it felt like an eternity as she bent over to take them off, taking as long as she dared in the act to try and delay what she was quickly realising was inevitable.

She kicked off her heels and got on her knees, the fullness of her ass pressing into the back of her feet.

"Tsk tsk, what good are you over there slut. Crawl over here."

Her head hung down loosely in embarrassment, her dark hair not even offering her the decency of hiding her face, ponytailed as it was, as she dragged herself to kneel at his feet. She didn't raise her head when she got there, instead choosing to focus on the toe of Mark's shoes. They were so polished that she was sure she could see her own pussy winking at her in the reflection on them.

He kissed his teeth again, moving his shoe in between her legs and kicks the insides of her thighs. Kim whimpered at the feel of the cold leather as she acquiesced, spreading her legs wider so she could see her own soaked entrance.

Mark laughed derisively at her. "That dirty cunt knows what a young little whore you are, it's practically begging me to ruin it. Too bad my dick's going to get sucked, isn't it, my little cum dumpster?"

Kim opted to stay silent, fearing another slap. She heard Mark kiss his teeth again, and take a gulp of his drink. She heard the dull thud of his empty glass hit the desktop. Her heart began thumping in her chest as she, still looking down at her stupid pussy drip onto the carpet, heard him undo his belt. She felt his cock slap the top of her head as he released it from its cloth prison, and she reflexively swallowed in fear.

She gasped as he yanked her head up, closing her eyes to stop his swollen tip poking one out. She knelt there, frozen, heart beating away as if she was in the middle of a marathon, deluding herself into thinking he'd change his mind at the last second.

When he slapped her this time, she felt wrong for feeling grateful that it was just with his dick.

"Do it yourself or I'll make you."

She bit back a cry for help and opened her eyes, focusing on the six inches in front of her, trying to stop reminding herself that she was actually going to suck off her dad's friend. Sure, she thought as she slowly opened her mouth and inched towards the bulbous mushroom tip, she'd done this last night, but with the blindfold and headphones it was easier to imagine that as part of her fantasy. Plus at least whoever had fucked her mouth at least had the decency to make her feel good about it after, something that she highly doubted Mark even cared about.

She closed her lips around the end, running her tongue across his head and playing with his opening. She began slowly bobbing her head along his cock, making up her mind to suck the cum right out of it so she could leave. She'd probably masturbate to this later, she thought, in the safety of her own room.

Rationalising the rod in her mouth as a separate thing to the cruel man forcing her onto it, Kim threw herself into the task of bringing him to orgasm. She silently swore at herself as she heard the obscene sounds she was making, her spittle flicking back onto her closed eyelids whenever she took a pause to breathe.

She heard movement from above her, but she was so terrified of any reprisals that she continued throwing herself onto Mark's length. She remembered her arms which up until now were hanging limply, and was about to move them to rest on his legs for support when he spoke.

"Ah ah ah, hands behind your back slut," he chided, "and if you don't start actually trying to suck my dick, I'll fuck that cute face of yours until I cum or you stop breathing, whichever one comes first."

Kim whimpered, trying and failing to word out a call for mercy around his girthy member. She increased in her ministrations, swirling her tongue around his head so much she thought she'd make her tongue cramp. She began choking herself on every lunge, praying for his release so she could just go home.

When she felt him tut his disappointment out and push her head off of him, she desperately tried to suck in as hard as she could, praying for him to cum.

He wrapped his hand up in her ponytail and dragged her to her feet, a long line of saliva stretching lewdly from her mouth to his cock before it broke.

"Too little too late, you dumb slut. You're just barely coming to understand what a worthless little slut you are, but you can thank me for helping you with your self discovery after I'm done with you. Lie down on that table, tits down. Nobody wants to see those useless little things when they're trying to cum."

He followed her to the coffee table, taking off the tie he had loosened earlier. Laying it on the side of one of the armchairs, Kim's confused sex drive went into overdrive when he moved to take his belt off as well.

As soon as her skin touched the cold glass of the table, she shivered as goosebumps popped up all over her hairless body. She lay her head on its side, looking up to see Mark stand, impatiently waiting for her to do what she'd said.

Seemingly satisfied with what he say, he stepped towards her, belt in hand. Her mind jumped to what she assumed was a natural conclusion, and she spoke out.

"Please, Mark, please don't hit me," she mewled.

He hit her so hard on the ass she was sure she wouldn't be able to drive her car back whenever he decided to let her go. Expecting the leather of his belt though, Kim was again cursing herself for silently thanking him for using his hand instead.

"You're lucky I have things to do," he said, grabbing both of her ankles and crossing them over. "Otherwise you'd end up begging for a belt over my other preferred... methods." He didn't bother expanding.

Instead, she had to wait until he wrapped the belt around her ankles, putting one end through the buckle and cinching down hard enough that she could feel the bite of metal on her leg, to realise what he wanted to do. Once done, he let her legs go and she, not expecting to have to hold them up herself, bit her lip so hard it was a blessing she didn't draw blood when one of her shins hit the edge of the table.

He picked up his tie and moved to her side, his dick swinging loosely in front of her face. Kim couldn't help but stare at it, morbid fascination taking over as she saw how big he was. She felt a surging of twisted pride at being able to take so much without gagging, as evidenced by where her saliva stopped covering him, about three quarters along his shaft.

She let her hands be tied together, her perverted fascination with being fucked against her will rearing its head. She'd masturbated to so many bondage videos that it had begun to lose its allure after a while, making her only able to cum when she saw the woman crying and begging much like she was now.

Mark stepped back to rake his gaze over her naked, restrained form, from her tear-stained face all the way down to her painted toenails. She saw a deep hunger flash before his eyes as he moved his eyes back up her body, before he tutted to himself.

He walked over to his desk and she heard him rummage around in one of the drawers. Making his way back into her field of view, she saw a second tie in his hand.

"Don't want my little toy to break before I can use it now do I?" He teased her. He wrapped the navy tie just above her elbows, going over them twice before tightening the ends around each arm.

She whined in pain as he pulled the end of the belt up towards her shoulder blades, feeling him go around each of the ties on her arms. When he stepped back this time, Kim could feel the weight of her calves being held up at the elbow wrap, so only her thighs rested on the table. Realising she was hogtied, her mind jumped to the countless scenes she'd came to, picturing herself in those women's place. She felt her pussy dribble onto the glass against her will, knowing how utterly helpless she was.

"There, that's better," Mark said, "now you won't be completely useless at sucking a dick."

She whimpered as he moved to kneel at the head of the table, not showing a hint of care that she was leaking so heavily onto the furniture. He lifted her head by her ponytail so she was looking directly up at him.

"Sadly we both know I can't be too rough," he said with his throbbing cock inches from her face, "I can't break Frank's little girl completely now can I?"

He let her head drop just enough so that her lips were brushing his knob, and she opened up to kiss at it. She told herself that the sooner she was done the better, knowing deep down, so far that she was barely aware of it in her state of helplessness, she wanted this.

"Beg," He said simply.

"Please don't make me Mark," she whined.

He buried himself completely down her throat, giving her not even a moment to breathe in. Kim quite literally choked on his bulging manhood for what felt like minutes. As soon as he pulled back, she inhaled through her nose, unable to avoid taking the smell of his heavy musk. He put one hand under her throat, pushing her up to look at him.

"Beg," he said again.

"Pl.. please let me suck your cock Mark," she mumbled, thinking he wanted something different.

Again, he thrusted his length so hard down her throat she thought for second he was trying to break her nose with his groin. This time though, he kept the hand at her throat, squeezing on the sides as she gagged and squirmed for air. She thought he would pull back like last time, but he held on..

And on..

Just before she was about to heave, he pulled all the way out, lifting her head so it was pointed towards his face while she coughed and sputtered. She could feel snot begin to leak out of her nose, and sobbed fresh tears thinking about how dirty she felt. When she got her breathing under control enough to see properly again, she saw him impassively looking down at her, not unlike she'd look at young associates trying to get her to fuck them.

"Do better."

Kim felt a surge of anger at him looking at her like that, so uncaring of someone he'd known for so long. He'd treated her like his own child when she was younger, playing in his house while her parents shared coffee. Emboldened by her anger and feeling strangely liberated know she'd already stooped so low, she shouted up at him.

"Please Mark, fuck my worthless cumslut mouth! I want to choke on your huge cock!"

She saw his eyes widen slightly in lust and his jaw clench before he dropped her down level with his girth again. This time he pushed in, he held firm at the entrance to her throat. Knowing what he wanted her to do, Kim took a deep breath, and forced her head down so her chin hit his ballsack. She felt her neck muscles strain as she moved her head back, wishing she could use her arms to help. She felt both his hand move to her jaw, this time just supporting her weight while she began to impale her own head onto his meaty appendage.

His hands eased her burden greatly, so she just focused on timing her breaths right so she didn't choke. The gagging as his bulbous head went down her throat eased the more he was covered in her spit. She reached a pattern where she was comfortably barely gagging, and was filled with a horrible pride at being able to take such a thick cock so quickly.

He pulled completely out of her mouth abruptly and let go of her head. She dropped her head onto the table, into a pool of her own saliva and tears. She closed her eyes and felt her needy clit throb while she heard Mark pickup a ringing phone and talk. Her little bud pressed against the glass, lubricated by its own fluid. Trying to quench the burning nub, Kim desperately tried rubbing it against the surface to no avail, instead sliding over the frictionless surface. She moaned in pain as the belt and ties dug into her flesh while she writhed. She heard Mark hang up the phone and barely held off begging him to let her cum, clinging hopelessly to the last vestiges of her shattered pride.

"Sadly for you little Kim, I'm going to have to speed things along. Work to get done you see," he reasoned with her.

"Not that I'm complaining," he said just before grabbing onto her head with both hands and skewering her ruined face with his slick cock.

She couldn't breathe. Before, she had the chance to gag at least, but now he was dragging her up and down his length so violently that her brain went into overdrive, and she went limp.

It was an out of body experience. She felt so removed from everything; the need to breathe, to gag, to beg, to choke, to retch,. everything felt,.. numb. Even when she felt an earth-shattering orgasm course its way through every single fibre of her being, she felt robbed that it didn't feel like it was happening to her.

The only thing she could feel was his desire for her, so deep and all-encompassing and raw that she couldn't help but admire him. She felt needed.