Chapter 1
Anna's fingers drummed impatiently against her thigh as she waited outside the computer lab, her mind racing with possibilities. She had been searching everywhere for the elusive xbox series x console, and finally, she had received a cryptic message from Alex, claiming he had one in his possession. All she had to do was meet him in the lab during lunch, and it was hers. Anna's skepticism was tempered by her desperation; she needed that console. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped inside. The lab was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of machinery. Alex looked up from his seat behind the main console, a smirk spreading across his face as he beckoned her over. "Anna, thanks for coming. I think we can come to some sort of arrangement..." His gaze roamed over her body, making Anna's skin crawl. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" he suggested, his tone oozing insincerity.
Anna's instincts screamed warnings, but she forced herself to approach Alex, her eyes darting around the room for any sign of the console. Instead, she spotted several cameras mounted discreetly in the corners, their lenses trained on her. A cold dread began to seep into her veins as Alex's smile grew wider. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. Alex leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Well, Anna, I think it's only fair that you show your appreciation for the console. Why don't you start by removing your jacket and shoes?" Anna hesitated, her mind racing. This wasn't what she had signed up for. But the promise of that console kept her rooted to the spot. With a heavy sigh, she shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her sneakers, feeling a twinge of discomfort as Alex's gaze devoured her. "That's not enough," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Strip down to your underwear."
Anna's face burned with indignation, but she knew she was trapped. With stiff movements, she peeled off her shirt and pants, her heart sinking as Alex's eyes roved over her exposed skin. She refused to go any further, crossing her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to shield herself. "That's enough," she muttered, trying to sound braver than she felt. Alex chuckled, a low, nasty sound. "You're really not very cooperative, are you, Anna? Fine. Since you won't play nice, I suppose we'll have to move on to the next step." He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "Get on your knees and suck me off. That console isn't going to magically appear out of thin air, you know." Anna's outrage boiled over, but she bit back the insults trembling on her lips. She needed that console too badly. With a heavy sense of resignation, she sank to her knees, her mind screaming in protest as Alex unzipped his fly.
Anna's hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers closing around the base of Alex's cock. It was a tentative touch, hesitant, but Alex didn't seem to care. He grasped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he urged her forward. Anna's mouth opened, her lips brushing against the tip of his penis, and Alex let out a satisfied sigh. For a few moments, Anna simply held still, her mind reeling with the implications of what she was doing. But as Alex's grip on her hair tightened, she knew she had no choice. With a surge of determination, she began to move, her mouth sliding up and down his length in slow, jerky motions. The taste was bitter, unfamiliar, and Anna gagged slightly as Alex hit the back of her throat. But she persisted, her jaw aching as she struggled to accommodate him.
As Alex settled back in his chair, a look of pure satisfaction washing over his face, Anna felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, her mouth moving mechanically up and down his length, but her mind was a jumble of emotions. Anger, shame, and desperation swirled together in a toxic mix, making her stomach churn. Meanwhile, Alex seemed to be savoring every moment, his eyes fixed intently on her face as he murmured words of encouragement. "Oh yeah, keep going," he breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair as he began to rock gently back and forth. The cameras, Anna realized with a jolt of horror, were probably capturing every angle of this degrading scene. She was trapped, caught in Alex's web of manipulation, with no escape from the humiliation that threatened to consume her.
Anna's head jerked back, her mouth opening in shock as Alex's semi-erect penis slapped against her cheek. The sting was minor, but the emotional impact was devastating. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she met Alex's gloating gaze, her anger and shame boiling over. For a moment, she thought she might lash out, scratch his smug face, or scream at the top of her lungs. But the memory of that console, and the desperation that had driven her to this point, kept her frozen in place. With a numb sense of resignation, Anna slowly stood up, her hands reaching for the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers trembled as she pushed them down, the fabric pooling around her ankles. The air was thick with tension as she straightened, her nakedness a stark reminder of her vulnerability. Alex's gaze devoured her, his expression a twisted mix of triumph and lust.
Anna's face blazed with fury, her cheeks flaming as she took in Alex's expression. The word "slut" hung in the air like a challenge, goading her into action. For a moment, she thought she might refuse, might storm out of the room and leave Alex to his own devices. But the camera's unblinking gaze, and the promise of that console, kept her rooted to the spot. With a seething hatred burning in her chest, Anna stepped forward, her legs shaking with rage. She straddled Alex's lap, her hands grasping his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his waiting cock. The sensation was unwelcome, invasive, but she forced herself to begin moving, her hips grinding against him in stiff, jerky motions. Alex's hands closed around her waist, guiding her into a rhythm that was both humiliating and intimate. As she rode him, Anna's anger warred with a growing sense of shame, her mind torn between resistance and surrender.
Alex slapped her ass. The slap echoed through the room, a sharp crack that made Anna's skin sting. She flinched, her body tensing in reaction, but Alex's grip on her waist only tightened. "Harder, and I want to hear you moan, slut," he repeated, his words dripping with malice. Anna's face contorted in a mixture of rage and embarrassment as she increased her pace, her hips pounding against Alex's thighs in a furious rhythm. She refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan, biting her lip hard to suppress any sound that might escape. But as Alex's cock surged deeper inside her, she couldn't help the tiny gasps that escaped her throat, the involuntary reactions of her body betraying her attempts at resistance. The cameras captured every detail, every nuance of her struggle, and Anna felt like she was drowning in a sea of shame.
Anna's body jerked violently as Alex's hand cracked against her ass once more, the pain radiating outward in a warm flush. But it was the sudden twist of her nipple that made her cry out, a sharp yelp of surprise and pain escaping her lips. Her hips faltered, her rhythm broken, as she gazed up at Alex with a mixture of fear and fury. The threat hung in the air, implicit and terrifying - if she didn't comply, he would take things further, push her boundaries even farther than they already were. With a ragged gasp, Anna forced herself to moan, the sound torn from her throat like a confession. It was a defeated sound, a sound of submission, and Alex's triumphant smile told her that he knew it. His grip on her waist relaxed slightly, his hands sliding upward to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples in a cruel mockery of tenderness.
Anna's moans grew louder, more anguished, as Alex's hands manipulated her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples in a maddening rhythm. She felt like she was losing herself, like her body was betraying her, responding to his touches despite her fierce resentment. The words he wanted to hear hovered on the edge of her lips, but she refused to say them, refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her declare her pleasure. Yet, as his cock surged deeper inside her, as his hands teased and tormented her, she felt herself on the verge of breaking. With a sobbing gasp, Anna arched backward, her body convulsing in a spasm of pleasure-pain, her mouth opening in a silent scream. And then, in a moment of utter despair, she heard herself whispering the words, heard herself saying "yes, oh god, yes", as if possessed by some darker aspect of herself.
Anna's body was a traitor, her orgasm building despite her raging anger and humiliation. As Alex's pace quickened, his grip on her hips bruising, she felt herself hurtling toward the edge, unable to stop the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her mouth opened, a keening cry tearing from her throat as she came, the sound echoing off the walls of the lab. "Ahhh, oh god, please...", she whimpered, her body bucking wildly against Alex's as she lost all control. The cameras captured every moment, every twitch and tremble, as Anna's dignity disintegrated beneath Alex's merciless onslaught. And when it was finally over, when her body had stopped shaking and her cries had faded into exhausted sobs, Alex pulled out of her, his chest heaving with exertion. The look on his face was one of supreme triumph, and Anna knew she was forever changed, forever broken.
As Alex withdrew from her, Anna felt a warm, sticky flood spreading through her, his semen coating her inner walls like a badge of shame. She stared up at him, her vision blurry with tears, as he smiled down at her, his chest still heaving with exertion. The creampie was like a final insult, a crowning indignity that left her feeling utterly debased. She could feel his sperm leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs in slow, humiliating rivulets, as if her body itself was testifying to her surrender. Anna's gaze dropped, her face burning with shame as she gazed down at the mess between her legs. She felt like she'd been branded, marked as a thing to be used and discarded. The knowledge that she'd been thoroughly seeded by Alex, that his essence now filled her, made her stomach turn with revulsion. She was nothing more than a vessel, a receptacle for his lust, and the realization was crushing.
Alex hands her the console. "Have fun. I'll see you in here again tomorrow for another round. You know I recorded everything, and I basically own you now. Wear a skirt. I'm looking forward to bending you over and fucking you doggy tomorrow."
Anna's gaze snapped up, her heart sinking as Alex handed her the console. She took it, her fingers closing around it automatically, but her mind was reeling with the implications. He'd recorded everything, every moment of her humiliation, every second of her surrender. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from Alex's grasp. The threat of being bent over and fucked doggy style tomorrow hung in the air, a constant reminder of her newfound servitude. Wear a skirt, he'd said, as if she was some sort of plaything, a doll to be dressed up and used at his whim. Anna's face burned with shame as she turned away, the console clutched tightly in her hand, its sleek surface a mocking reminder of the price she'd paid for it. She stumbled out of the lab, her legs shaking beneath her, knowing that she was forever bound to Alex's mercy.