Mr Thompson tasted the cigar for one last time but instead of putting it out in the ashtray on the table as he usually does, he pressed the still-burning piece of cigar against Jasmine's clit. She tried wanted to scream but only a muffled sound came out of her gagged mouth.
Mr Thompson was the owner of a giant corporation and Jasmine O'Hara was his chief accountant. The 28 year old woman was from a mix descend, as she has some arabic blood from her grandmother's side. Having graduated from one of the most famous universities in the world, Jasmine seemed the perfect choice for the job, so 5 years ago she was chosen amongst a ton of candidates.
Initially she was for real the perfect and loyal employee but now the situation had changed drastically, mainly because Jasmine had decided to falsify some documents deviating some money towards her personal account. Maybe she should have listened more carefully when she was advised that her boss was more part of the mafia then a real businessman but she had shrugged off those assumptions. The result was obviously devastating. Jasmine found herself forcibly tied naked in a chair in front of her boss.
Her hear heart was bumping wild in her chest. The pain was immense as the nerve endings of her clit were being burned. Finally Mr Thompson pulled away the cigar, throwing it on the ground. Jasmine's pupils widened with even more terror when she was actually able to see the damage done. She loved the natural warm light color of her skin, but it now only served as a blank canvas emphasizing the burnt wound around her clitoris.
"I was very disappointed when I first find out. I was really mad" he lit another big cigar before continuing
"What I am saying, I was very mad only at first." he once again touched her skin with the burning cigar, this time on her abdomen.
"Then I thought about it for a second and I said to myself, that except the last few months you have been a loyal employee" The cigar came to contact with Jasmine's skin. This time though her right nipple had become an object of interest for the charcoal of the cigar.
"So, I decided" Mr Thompson had no intention to finish his speech anytime soon, neither he was thinking of stopping burning her skin. The cigar was now burning the left nipple of the 28 year old woman. Jasmine was whimpering moving frantically in her restraints, but they were so tight that there was no escape.
"I decided that, as a gesture, before firing you, I will give you the bonus you were owed in the end of the year" having already burned her nipples, he made a few more burns on her stomach and tits while talking. After he threw the butt of the cigar he made a nod to a men from his security who was waiting patiently in the room. As a result a small package was handed to him. He opened it so it became immediately clear what the content was - a large bill of money. He took the first 50 dollar banknote and waved it in front of Jasmine's face.
"I will give your bonus slowly. All of them." he pointed at the banknotes. "I will shove all of them in your stupid cunt. One by one."
Mr Thompson did not wait for a reaction or any kind of response and with two fingers spread her cunt inserting the first one and then the second one. Jasmine was clearly not very happy of the payment method chosen by Mr Thompson. He continued pushing banknote after another. Once there were too many of them inside of her vagina, he simply took a long and not very large wooden baton with dull end - perfect to compress the money in her vagina. He pushed and smashed the precious paper deeper and deeper, making room for more.
Mr Thompson continued stuffing mercilessly the money bills one after another in her cunt. Jasmine's protests were muffled from the gag in her mouth. It was all in vain.
"Now cunt, you're full of money. All 5000 dollars of your bonus are well stuffed in your stupid hole." he laughed once he had pushed the last 50 dollar banknote inside.
Indeed Jasmine's cunt was obscenely spread by the large amount of paper money compressed inside.
"Just to make sure, they don't fall out, you know...." he took his big stapler from his office desk, he pulled her cunt lips and stapled them together. Still, Jasmine vagina was too full and when he let go it seemed like her stapled cunt was about to tear and burst.
"Now, Jas, I will untie you, I will let you dress and go home, but before you will exit this room you will have to finish one last work assignment." he demonstratively put his pistol aside on his desk. "Do you understand?" Jasmine looked towards the pistol and then back at him and only nodded for yes.
"It's nothing too special. Stupid cunt like you, should be able to do it easily." he opened the giant black box that was waiting on his desk. Inside there was a big plastic dildo. It was far bigger then a normal male cock. It was 15 inches long and maybe about 2.5 inches in diameter. Enormous. "It will be easy. I want you to fuck your ass for me. Show me how happy you are with your bonus money. I want you to cum hard on this beautiful dildo.
Of course Jasmine did not have any other choice. Very soon she was completely free of her restraints and she completely willingly was squatting in front of her boss, while she was ramming her asshole on the monster plastic cock. It continued for hours. Mr Thompson made her change the position a few times and he took at least a hundred photos of her fucking the plastic toy, a few close ups of her ruined cunt, her badly burnt clit and nipples or even a few photos of her gaping asshole between the rough sessions. He was not satisfied until the 28 year old woman had three anal orgasms.
"Good" was the only thing she heard after she dropped on the floor breathing heavily extremely exhausted from the whole ordeal. "Just in time. I have a meeting in an hour." he laughed and then he leaned down and whispered in her ear "If somehow, someone else, for example the police, learns about this, I can assure you that a lot worse things can happen to you. OK?"
"Y-y-y-yes" she answered with a very tired voice and immediately passed out.
...
When she came to her senses she was alone in her own home. She was in her office clothing, but all parts of her body were hurting. She lifted her blouse and looked at her body. It had not been a dream. She took her trousers down. It had been a nightmare.