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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

Chapter Nine (MF, submission,nc, humiliation, oral, facial)
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It was a slow Tuesday morning, and Royston found his thoughts drifting to
Grace.  His pretty, young, ex-colleague, once an object of his fancy and
romantic pursuit, she was now an object of his control, under his power. 
He found the latter more entertaining and immensely satisfying.  Just
yesterday for instance, she had just been fucked by her department head,
after Royston told him about her secret.

   When Grace confronted Royston why Mr Shih found out about her secret, he
had told her, "There was nothing I could do Grace.  Your boss has always
been telling me in private how sexy you looked in some of the clothes you
wear to work.  Especially those camisoles you wear under your jacket.  When
he started asking me if I had something to do with your latest wardrobe
which you had been strutting around in outside his office, I had no choice
but to tell him about our 'arrangement'.  This is another hard lesson
Grace. Don't be such a tease if you're unavailable.  And if you're a sexy
tease, be prepared to pay the price."

   Grace started to regret this arrangement she had with Royston.  While
she still worked in the office, technically speaking she was no longer an
employee of the company after she signed a new contract with him.  This was
in return for him not spilling the beans on her theft to the police.  Under
her new contract, she worked for another company registered in the Cayman
Islands.

   In theory, Grace was now Royston's private, highly paid personal
assistant, and part time model, whom also provided other services to him
and the clients of the new company.  In effect, she was his plaything, a
pet at his beck and call that he could also loan out to others in his
network - what some called the secretive underbelly of high society in
return for favors.  Her choice of clothing was dictated at all times by her
new company, and he had obviously took great pleasure in taking up that
responsibility of making sure Grace was dressed more and more like a slut.

   To avoid questions asked at home, Royston had Grace move out to a five
star hotel, whom she explained away to her family that she was traveling on
the job.  Conveniently, her boyfriend was at an overseas assignment, so it
was easy for her to lie to him on the phone that everything was going well
when in fact it was just the reverse.  As Royston anticipated, Grace did
not think it was a good idea for her boyfriend to know about the blowjobs
that she had given to Royston, to the office janitor, and the handjob that
she had given George from Accounts.

   Up until yesterday, when Grace was raped by Mr Shih, she had not yet
been fucked.  When Mr Shih found out about the deal that Grace had with
Royston, and Royston's scheme with Nakamori, he obviously insisted on this
privilege in return for him keeping mum about the whole thing.  Royston
wondered when he himself could get to use Grace's tight pussy.  Perhaps he
could convince Nakamori this was necessary for her training.

   Royston knew that Nakamori had the view that if she was overused, her
value would diminish.  After some contemplation, Royston pressed the
speaker button on his desk phone and dialed her number.

   "Grace?" he called her on his phone.  "Come to my office now."

   Royston deliberated in his head on how to train Grace further, so that
she might get accustomed to the notion of being used by others for their
sexual pleasure.  He already had her suck his cock twice, once alone and
the second time in front of George.  He knew that she was at a point where
she would not resist too much if he continued making her give him blowjobs.
His cock grew hard as he thought about ramming his hard cock into her young
pussy.  While he had fucked her cute little mouth twice, he had not fucked
her sweet cunt yet.  He imagined Grace, naked and on all fours on his
office couch, with George's cock stuffed in her mouth, and his own cock
buried in her tight, hot cunt, being fucked by two cocks simultaneously in
the front and back.

   A few minutes later, Grace appeared at the doorway of his office.  He
beckoned her in, and for her to shut the door behind her.

   Grace was wearing a pink wraparound blouse with a v-neck, a little on
the casual side.  Complementing her short hair was the pair of silvery hoop
earrings given to her - the hoops were large enough to wear them on her
wrists, and when she turned her head, they would gently swing about, gently
touching her neck.  To match the top, she was wearing a skimpy black skirt,
and strappy flat-heel shoes that bared her toes and revealed much of her
small feet.  Finally, the anklet on her left ankle accentuated her bare
legs and feet.

   Her casual attire flouted the office dress code, but then again, none of
the bosses would want to tell her off, given how sexy she looked.  The pink
wraparound blouse was attention grabbing because it was figure-hugging, and
in fact a little too tight and short that it bared her belly-button just so
slightly.  But what made it interesting was that Grace was not wearing any
bra underneath it.  This was her first time in the office when she had come
to work without a bra.  While she was used to wearing strapless tops and
camisoles under her jacket, she always wore a bra, even if it were
strapless bras.

   This morning, when in the hotel Grace received her clothes for the day
from the bellboy, she had searched the bag but found no bra.  She had
quizzed the bellboy - who was obviously amused at her anxiety - but he said
that was all of it that he was asked to deliver.  No bra for her.  She had
thought about wearing one nevertheless, but remembered what Royston had
said.  If she did not follow instructions, she was sure he would do more
terrible things to humiliate her that would surpass her near-orgasm in a
conference room full of people.

   "Good to see you Grace," Royston said, interrupting her reverie. 
"Position One girl," Royston said.

   Grace stared down at the floor.  Royston thought he saw her face
slightly color.  For a moment, Royston believed she would refuse.  But
then, she slowly dropped down to her knees.  Her legs were spread as wide
as she could.  Her back was straight and her arms were interlocked behind
her back.  This position had her breasts jutting out.

   "Very good, girl." Royston praised the young female executive.

   Royston had been training Grace in the last couple of weeks to get into
various submissive positions in private with him.  Initially she resisted,
and would do it only upon coercion.  Then she would do it slowly, and with
plenty of protests.  Royston was pleased that she got into position today
without any fuss.  Perhaps it had something to do with her being fucked by
her boss yesterday.  Royston had a theory that the more gorgeous and
haughty a woman, the easier it was to make her obey once she had been
broken.  Maybe wildcat Grace had been broken by Mr Shih.  In a minute,
Royston would test exactly how pliable Grace had become.

   "I see that you are also wearing the earrings and anklet.  Well done
Grace, you are finally getting the hang of it," he smiled, "following
instructions aren't so difficult, is it?"

   "Thank you, Sir." Grace's eyes looked on the ground, as if she had
resigned to her fate that she was now under the control of Royston and Mr
Shih in the office.

   "Now, listen carefully.  I want you to remain on your knees, but take
off your blouse."

   Grace considered that for a second.  If she took off her blouse, Royston
would be feasting his eyes on her naked breasts, as she had no bra on.

   "Can - can I lock the door first please?" Grace pleaded.  She remembered
how the last time she gave Royston a blowjob under his desk, his secretary
had come into the office looking for him.  Now she was on her knees in his
office.  It would be disastrous if someone came in and she was in this
kneeling position AND half-naked!

   "Well, well..  bargaining are you..  alright, I'll give you a choice. 
You can keep the blouse on, if you open it up to reveal your breasts, and
the door stays unlocked.  If you want to lock the door, you can if you take
off your blouse completely, AND your skirt AND your panties."

   Grace stared at him.

   "What is your decision?" Royston leaned back on his leather chair,
watching her struggle with her choices.

   "I - I'll go with the door unlocked." Grace said quietly.  No way she
was going to be kneeling there completely naked in front of Royston!  Even
if the door was locked.  It was just too humiliating for her to bear.  She
decided that she would take her chances that nobody would come barging into
Royston's office.

   "Good.  Do it then."

   Grace tugged on the sides of the v-neck, slipping one side off her
shoulder, then the other side off the other shoulder.  Royston smiled as he
watched the young lady getting ready to show him her perky breasts.  A
month ago this was just a fantasy.  With some effort (as the blouse was
very tight), Grace pulled down the front of the garment, right under her
fair breasts.  The tightness of the blouse and the bunching of material
right below her bosom meant that her breasts were jutting out obscenely
now. Grace put her hands back down on her sides, and looked straight back
at Royston, trying to put on a look of nonchalance.  In reality, her skin
crawled as Royston smiled, his eyes virtually caressing her exposed
breasts. Finally he spoke.

   "Do you know what the earrings and anklet mean, Grace?"

   "No Sir."

   "The hoops are open circles.  It means Grace's slutty mouth is public
property.  It is open for ANYONE to USE.  And if someone - male or female
does touch your earlobe while you are wearing these slut earrings, you will
sink to your knees and open your mouth.  Your little slut mouth will
service whatever cock or pussy is placed in front of it."

   Grace's eyes flashed at Royston, her look almost defiant again.  Royston
saw the fire in them, and thought, oh good, it wouldn't be fun if it was
too easy.  Grace is certainly learning her place, but she still has some
way to go before she becomes a truly submissive slut.

   "As for the anklet on your lovely leg, I see you have added one more
bead that you have been given this morning," he laughed.  "Each bead

   represents the number of different men you have serviced.  You have four
now - congratulations!"

   Grace's neck turned hot in anger and embarassment, but she controlled
her outrage and managed not to speak out.  She had given blowjobs to
Royston and the office janitor.  That makes two.  And then the handjob to
George.  That's three.  And yesterday, when she was...  violated by Shih.
That's four.  She could hardly bear the humiliation now that she would be
always wearing the anklet which would show to the world, for all those who
knew, how many men she had been used by.

   Grace gritted her teeth, wanting to say how much she hated Royston and
how she thought he was a bastard.  But she suppressed it, and replied
instead, "Thank you sir."

   "You're welcome, pet."

   "Now come over and let me use your mouth."

   Grace crawled forward to his chair.  Royston was already coaxing his
cock out of his pants, giving it a few pumps to make it long and hard for
Grace's small mouth.

   As Grace crawled between his legs, Royston tugged one of her earlobes
where she was wearing the hoop earrings.  Obediently, she opened her mouth.
He moaned as he felt the girl's warm wet mouth encircle his erection. 
Grace began to suck his cock.  This was the third time already he had made
her give him a blowjob.  Royston noted that she was getting better now,
taking his cock more deeply into her mouth, as her head bobbed up and down
on his cock.  With Grace's mouth filled, Royston would pull her head
slightly to one side, and lift her hair - so that he might see exactly how
she looked like with her mouth wide open and his cock deep inside it. 
"What a slut you look like, Grace," he said.  The biting humiliation hurt
Grace but she continued sucking.  He added, "Ahhh...your face just looks
like it was made to be stuffed full of cock."

   Grace's head bobbed up and down.  Soon, Royston felt his scrotum
contracting - his hands gripped her head tightly as he neared his climax.
Unlike the previous occasions though, Royston did not plan on cumming in
her mouth this time.  Just as he felt the point of ejaculation arrive,
Royston pulled his cock out of Grace's mouth, and held her chin firmly in
place with one hand.  His fist pumping his cock, he splattered his thick
white cum all over her face.  Caught by surprise, Grace could not move her
face away as he held her head there.  Shutting her eyes, she felt the hot
semen splatter on her face.  Grace shut her lips tight, not wanting to
taste his salty jism, which ran all over her face, eyes and lips.

   As Royston's cock twitched and deposited the last of his ejaculate on
her face, he said, "Oh god, that felt good.  Shit, you look great with all
that cum on your face." The man laughed, and zipped himself up.  "You may
go now my little cum-slut.  But before you go, say thank you."

   "Thank you Sir," she said, her voice breaking.  She felt like she was
going to burst into tears any second.  She has never felt so humiliated and
dirty.

   "Thank you for what?" Royston replied, a grin on his face.

   "Thank you for cumming on my face Sir," she said.  Grace started to cry.
She felt dirty AND cheap.

   Wiping her face, best as she could, she pulled her blouse back up to
cover her tits, and left Royston's office.  

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