Chapter Three
Grace was in the men's room on the second floor of the office. Royston said that because she was
late in her first assignment, she had to stay behind after office hours to receive her second
assignment. Then, after office hours, Royston told her what was her next assignment - she was to
seduce the office janitor.
And so, old man Chong got a shock of his life when he went to lock the men's restroom, and found
the pretty twenty-four year old executive standing inside. While she was wearing her business
jacket and skirt, Royston had relieved her of all her underwear and blouse.
As Royston had instructed her, Grace slowly unbuttoned her jacket, while talking to the
sixty-something year old janitor. He could hardly believe his eyes seeing this pretty young thing
in a short skirt and high heels in the men's room. She told him that she needed money urgently,
and asked if he was interested in having her. When he asked exactly what she had in mind, Grace
had to say (and she almost died as the words came out of her mouth) that she would give him a
blowjob for twenty bucks.
The janitor's hands trembled as he took out twenty dollars from his wallet, as he eyed her fair,
naked tits and long legs. He asked if he could touch her while she was doing it. Grace nodded, and
moved back a few steps as the old man moved close to her, until her back touched the wall and
she could retreat no further.
Submissively, she held her jacket open, her perky breasts presented like a sacrificial offering. Not
bearing to watch her own humiliating molestation, she looked away. She flinched as she felt his
rough hands squeezing them. The janitor's fingers rolled her slick nipples, causing them to stand
out.
Then she felt something warm around her left nipple, and realised that the old man had clamped
his gums around her nipple. He began to suck noisily on her tits. The janitor was certainly
delighted that this lady, three decades younger than he was, was allowing him to fondle and suck
her nipples before she went down on his old withered cock.
"Get down," said the old man when he was done with her tits, his face beaming.
Grace felt herself being pushed downward to her knees. His pants dropped. She tried to capture
his flaccid cock with just her lips but it kept eluding her so she took it in one hand and sucked and
nibbled on the end. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was trying to imagine herself with her
boyfriend.
She sucked earnestly, despite the disgusting odour emanating from his crotch and the foul taste of
his prick, eager to get it over with. He was fucking her face, jerking her head back and forth, as he
enjoyed the sight and feeling of this young heavenly creature on her knees before him, her mouth
and throat working on his ancient erection.
Finally with a lurch, the old man jammed his cock down her throat, almost choking her. Almost
immediately he started to cum. Gobs of cum splattered against the roof of her mouth, more than
what Grace thought the old man had in his wrinkled scrotum that was possible. Royston watched
this in his office, courtesy of the secret video camera he had installed in the restroom. He laughed
when he saw the old janitor take out his wallet and stuff a twenty dollar note in the girl's hand,
while she seemed more concerned with getting rid of the contents in her mouth.
Grace returned to Royston's office. Tilting her head back slightly, she opened her mouth, showing
him the old man's cum in it.
"Oh good.. now you have twenty dollars in your hand Grace for one blow-job. Hehe... Tell you
what: swallow it and it'll count for another hundred dollars off your debt."
Grace hesitated, but finally swallowed the gross stuff, almost retching in the process. She could
not believe how low she had become. Royston laughed, and congratulated her for doing her
assignment satisfactorily this time.
**
It was Thursday afternoon, and Royston drove Grace to Joe's photo-studio, a decrepit looking
building which looked like a warehouse. Upon going inside, it turned out to be quite well
furnished. Behind the reception counter sat a young lady whom Grace presumed was the
receptionist - probably about her own age, with her blonde hair pulled back, mascara and red
lipstick. She was quite stunning really for a receptionist; Grace thought she could have been one of
the models. The receptionist barely registered their presence, continuing to file her beautifully
manicured nails. "Go on in.... he's waiting" she said, barely looking up. "Thanks Nat.." Royston
replied, ushering Grace in.
Indeed, Nakamori was already in the studio waiting, smoking a cigar.
"Well, it's good to see you again my dear Grace." he said, smiling as he flicked the ash from his
cigar.
"Thank you sir. " Grace replied politely. She felt a little intimidated by the way Nakamori's deep
piercing eyes seem to see through her, and everything else.
After a brief introduction to Joe, the photographer - a short wiry man in his late thirties - Royston
handed Grace a lilac bikini.
"Change into this. We'll be doing a promotional shoot for this line of swimwear that
Nakamori-san is launching this whole week. Do this well, and you'll be paid ten grand for just a
week's work," Royston said.
"Ten grand?" Grace's mouth fell open.
Royston replied "Yes, but make sure you follow EVERYTHING that he asks you to do. I'm going
back to the office now. If I hear anything about you not being cooperative, you know what I'm
going to do."
Grace nodded and made her way to the changing room.
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Chapter Four
Grace was dressed only in a tiny bikini under the bright lights of the studio, as she posed for the
camera. The poses started out quite innocent. After thirty or forty shots though, the poses became
more suggestive and sexy. One the photographer had her put her thumbs to the sides of her bikini
bottom and pull the garment halfway down. In another pose, she was asked to lean forward with
her hands on her knees, so that her cleavage would be showing. Grace felt uncomfortable the
whole time, as she was aware that Nakamori was standing in the background, watching her.
Then there was a costume change to a different two piece suit. This one was even skimpier than
the first, and the top barely covered Grace's breasts. After several shots, the photographer asked
her to stand with her back facing the camera, and told her to take off her top completely. Finally
there was a frontal shot where she covered her naked breasts with her hands.
"Alright... we'll almost done", Joe said, changing his film in his camera. Grace almost heaved a
sigh of relief.
"Last roll," the photographer grinned, "let's try something more adventurous."
Grace saw Joe rummage in a chest for something. "Okay, now stay in position Grace, don't move."
Grace did not turn her head and could only glimpse from the corner of her vision that Joe was
approaching with something in his hand. She cringed as she realized too late, that it was a black
leather collar that he was carrying, and he promptly placed around her neck. "Don't move ! " he
said.
FLASH! The flashbulb illuminated half the room and temporarily blinded her.
"Oh yeah... that's fantastic," Joe said.
FLASH !
The photographer continued taking shots of Grace, in the skimpy bikini, with the leather collar
locked around her neck.
"Okay, that's fantastic. Stick out your bum more Grace, yes lean forward... oh yes that's it.. Smile
now."
Grace was in agony, trying to decide if she should just run and worry about getting arrested later
by the police on the theft charges, or to endure more humiliation at the hands of the these perverts.
"Alright, now can you please get on the sofa.. no...I mean all fours..."
Grace felt a shiver run up a spine, but did not dare to protest. She remembered what Royston said
about following instructions without question. She climbed onto the sofa, on her knees and hands,
her ass up. She looked into the camera. "Oh yeah..." the photographer said.
FLASH!
"Let's add this", Nakamori said, and to Grace's horror, he produced a leash. Locking it to her
collar, he held the leash, sitting just outside the view of the shot as the photographer kept
snapping away. She felt a wave of humiliation pass through her, as she realized the kind of
exploitative shots that they were taking of her, and how she must have looked in these cheesecake
positions. No wonder this gig paid so handsomely. Well, if she really got ten grand from this, it
would be worth it, she though. She desperately needed to pay back the money that she took, so
that she would be out of this whole contract and having to take orders from Royston day in and
day out.
Joe took several more pictures of Grace on all fours, collared and leashed like an animal.
"Can we take some nude pictures?" Joe asked Nakamori, who was watching from the armchair.
Grace's heart leapt into her mouth when she heard that.
"Maybe another time Joe, " Nakamori chuckled. "Let's finish your last few shots..."
"Alright.." Joe sounded disappointed. He rummaged in the chest for more props.
For the last pose, Grace was still wearing the collar and leash, but also had her wrists cuffed
together, and tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling.
FLASH !
Nakamori's cock twitched, looking at the young office executive in bondage. She would normally
be dressed to the nine's in the office, looking all professional, but today she was dressed in
nothing but the tiniest bikini which revealed all but her most private parts of her body. To top it all
off, she looked incredibly sexy standing there helplessly with her hands tied up above her head, a
slave collar around her neck. He imagined how much money Ko, Shih and the other company
directors would pay him just to get a copy of the compromising pictures of this beautiful young
lady.
"Are you sure no nude pics today?" the photographer ventured again. Grace's heart pounded in
her chest. The contract did say that she had to wear anything that the company asked her to, but
this is insane! Surely they can't ask her to wear nothing?
Nakamori appeared to be considering that for a while. Then he said, "Oh well, what the heck. You
don't mind do you Grace? Royston said it's in your contract."
Grace started to panic. "What? Nooo... sir, sorry, I - Wait... please.. NO..." Before she could finish
her sentence, Nakamori had untied the knot of the bikini string on her back, and whipped off her
bikini top, exposing her breasts to the camera.
"NO.. Please stop!!" she cried.
FLASH! Joe took a few shots, ignoring Grace's protests. "Nooo... please stop!!" the girl cried out
in alarm.
Grace found herself pushed back to the sofa, and forced down in a prone position. Her arms
extended above her head as her wrists remained cuffed and secured to the rope from the ceiling.
"What are you doing??" she cried in a panicky voice. Nakamori was stepping on the leash now
and keeping it taut such that it pulled her collar down so that she couldn't get up from the sofa.
"Well you need to be disciplined Grace," he said.
Grace struggled but the rope did not budge. "Let me go!" she demanded.
Nakamori stood there, admiring the picture of the girl lying prone on the sofa, under his control.
"The reason you're in this situation, Grace...is that you did a very bad thing. Didn't you, Grace?"
"Wha - what do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about! "
There was a swishing sound. "OWWWWW..." she yelped in pain as a stinging pain ripped
through her butt. Turning her head, she saw a big cane in Nakamori's hand. "LET ME GO you
pervert, or you'll be sorry!" she screamed.
WHAACK! The menacing cane struck down once more on her exposed butt. "AAAHHHHHH"
she screamed in pain. Nakamori smiled in satisfaction as a welt slowly appeared on her fair skin.
"Don't speak to me like that, bitch" he warned. "You know what I'm talking about... Royston told
me about the naughty thing you did." He paused, flexing the cane in his hand. "He asked me to
punish you properly... give you some hard lessons..."
Grace started to protest, "Wait.. you can't do this. He told - OWWW!!!" Her sentence was cut
short by the third lash of the cane on the bare flesh of her firm butt. Her bottom burned with pain.
"Don't speak unless you're spoken to bitch."
Tears came to Grace's eyes. She had never been treated like that before. Even when she was a kid,
her father had never spanked her.
"Are you sorry for what you done, bitch?"
"Yes YES.. PLEASE let me go !"
"So do you admit you're a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson?"
"NO ! "
"Wrong answer."
SWOOSH - WHHACK!!
"YEOWWWW!!" she cried. The tears welling up in her eyes ran down her cheek freely now. There
was a half a minute of silence, as Nakamori contemplated this lovely scene in front of him. Joe too,
was watching intently from behind his camera, snapping a shot periodically of the topless girl
being punished.
"Are you a bitch?" Nakamori asked again, slowly. There was a moment of silence.
"Yes. Yes" her voice choked, as she spoke the words.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir"
"Yes sir what?"
"Yes sir, I'm a bitch"
"Bark like one then, bitch."
Tears roll down her face as she sobbed, and swallowed. "Woof...woof.."
"Louder.."
"WOOF! WOOF!" she barked, just like a dog. She felt completely humiliated by this degrading act.
But it was not over.
"Now then, you little she-dog.. since you're a low-life bitch, you don't deserve to walk on your
feet. From now on, whenever you're in front of me, you better go on all fours."
Her cuffs were unlocked and Grace felt a downward tug on her collar as she realized that
Nakamori was pulling her down from the sofa, much like how he would with a dog. And so,
Grace climbed off the sofa, planting her palms on the floor first, fearful that another stroke of the
cane would land on her unprotected butt if she did not do it right.
"That's a good girl now." Nakamori nodded, as he watched the slender young woman get on her
hands and knees. "Let's take a short walk shall we, my little canine pet."
Grace bowed her head in shame, as Nakamori pulled on the leash and she followed after him,
crawling on her knees and palms. In the meantime, Joe was delighted to have the opportunity to
snap a few more shots of the young female executive naked and crawling around on all fours.
"Ooh.." a woman's voice floated into the studio, as her slender frame leaned against the door.
"Well you can come in Natasha." Nakamori laughed. "We're just giving Grace a little exercise
here."
Grace felt completely humiliated as she crawled around on all fours, the tiny bikini bottom her
only clothing, a dog collar around her neck, and being led around on a leash. As if the humiliation
wasn't bad enough, now there were two men, AND a woman watching her degrading state.
Nakamori led Grace on a leisurely stroll around the studio, as he puffed on his cigar. Finally he led
her back to the sofa. "Heel....," he said.
Grace wasn't sure what he wanted, but feeling the tug, she pulled herself up to an upright
kneeling position, and was rewarded with a pat on her head. Instantly she felt awash with feeling
of intense shame. She inwardly felt disgusted by herself for what she just did. She was behaving
just like his pet animal.
Nakamori smiled at the other two. "Such a GRACEFUL, clever little dog isn't she?" he said,
caressing the back of her head the same way he would play with the back of a dog's ears. The girl
suffered at the indignity.
Pulling up on the collar now toward the sofa, he said, "UP girl.."
Grace climbed up the sofa, still on her hands and knees.
"Roll over."
Grace's face flushed deep red, but she turned her body around. She was lying on her back on the
sofa, but with her knees together.
"Are you a slut Grace?"
Grace's flinched at the insulting question, and wanted to answer "no", but her eyes watched the
cane in the sadist's hands.
"Yes sir...I... I'm a slut" she answered, looking away from him. Her throat felt very dry, and she
could hardly speak those words.
"Good, now take off your bikini bottom and show me your slutty cunt."
Grace felt powerless... she had to do everything he asked, or Royston would send her to jail. Her
trembling fingers went to the string that kept her bikini bottom on her bum. Closing her eyes, she
tugged on the knot, and the little triangular garment fell away, exposing her fluffy pubic hair.
Grace tried to protect her modesty by closing her legs, but the two men could see the little triangle
of hair between her legs.
Her heart was pounding and despite being being forced into this degrading act, she felt a
momentary pang of arousal at her own helpless situation, at being treated like a low-class bitch.
Immediately though, she felt a deep sense of disgust at herself - what was she becoming?
"OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDER"
Grace stared at Nakamori's shoes as she slowly opened her legs wider. Trying to keep her mind
away from this terrible experience, it was as if her body just mechanically followed his
instructions.
"Nice.. look at that cunt!" Joe exclaimed. Grace's face and neck turned a deep shade of red,
spreading down to her fair bosom.
Grace's womanhood was on display, her outer labial lips were thin and dark, and a tuft of black
hair decorated the hood, and was more sparsely around the sides. A hint of pink showed between
her outer lips. Joe licked his lips, imagining how the healthy young woman's pussy would taste.
"Now, pull those lips apart, and show us how the inside of your worthless cunt looks like Grace. "
Grace shook her head, turning her soulful pleading look at the older Japanese man, who was
wielding the cane.
"Don't make me whip you bitch..."
Grace's hands trembled, as they moved down reaching between her legs. She felt herself being
overcome by emotion, and fought not to choke or cry, as she pulled apart her pussy lips, exposing
her most private part to this man who had absolute control over her, and to the others in the room.
Her tender pink vagina came into view, looking slightly moist.
"Like a good slut, you will place your finger on your pussy and play with it," Nakamori
continued.
Grace hesitated, and with a loud swoosh the cane struck down on the sofa with a loud bang, just
missing the frightened girl by inches.
"If you hesitate again, the next stroke will be on your tender flesh, you little bitch.."
Grace closed her eyes, dipped her finger between her pussy lips, and started a gentle rubbing
motion. Despite herself, she felt her sense of shame mixing with an unmistakable twitch of
pleasure that was gnawing deep in her lower abdomen, as she was forced to masturbate herself in
front of these men and pretty receptionist, who were all watching her intently.
"OPEN THOSE LEGS WIDER"
Grace obeyed, letting the men and Natasha observe how she worked her honey pot. To her horror,
when she opened her eyes, she could see Joe aiming at her with his zoom lens. "Jesus.." Joe said,
breathing hard, as he snapped away, "that's going to round off your album real well Grace."
Grace shut her eyes again, trying not to think about the pictures. "Think about the ten grand that
I'll be paid," she told herself.
"So you see Grace, most of the time you are a decent girl. But upon my order, you will be my bitch.
Upon my order you will be a slut." Nakamori said in his deep voice.
"Sluts show their pussy when instructed..."
Her crotch tingled as she heard Nakamori's biting words.
"Sluts arouse themselves when instructed..." he went on.
Grace felt a new wave of shame hit her, when she realized that her pussy was getting moist. How
could she be getting aroused? How could her body betray her?
"Sluts suck cock on demand."
Grace's pussy tingled again. She opened her eyes, just in time to see Nakamori press a remote
control. A video projector began to play something on the big screen on the far wall. As Grace
watched the screen, her heart felt like it was being pierced. It was a video recording of her in
Royston's office. It showed her undoing his pants, then sinking to her knees. Somehow, the angle
was such that while Royston's face couldn't be seen, her face was quite clear. She knew now why
Royston had made her take off his pants again when he had already done so. It made her look like
a slut on the video, the one stripping him.
"KEEP RUBBING THAT PUSSY".
As she obeyed, she watched herself on the big screen pulling down Royston's underwear and start
sucking his cock. Her mind spun, and she felt her heart pounding in her ears.
"Look at the slut swallow cock..." she heard Joe say. Unconsciously, Grace's fingers were rubbing
faster now, trying to placate the pulsing sensation that had grown between her legs.
The scene changed and Grace saw herself now in the men's restroom. It was quite obvious
because the standing urinals could be seen in the background. She was wearing a jacket, but it was
open and she was obviously not wearing anything underneath. Again like the previous scene, she
was on her knees, facing someone's crotch. And then she was sucking away on some man's dick.
The man obviously started cumming in her mouth, as one could see his lower body jerking. Then,
as he pulled away, a strand of cum could be seen trailing between his cock and Grace's lips.
Grace cried out, trying to block out the horrific images playing on the screen. "Keep rubbing that
wet pussy of yours Grace, " Nakamori's hypnotic voice continued," Disobey and you will find
these videos distributed to your family and to everyone in your company..."
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