Chapter 133: The Punisher and His Bitch (2) (R-18)

Stan kept teasing her mercilessly, sliding his length along her dripping slit while his hand delivered more stinging spanks.

"What would your colleagues think if they saw you like this? Dripping and shaking your ass for the man you used to look down on?"

"They’d know I’m nothing but your cum-dump, Master... I’m lower than them... I only exist to please your cock..."

Tears of overwhelming need streamed down Vivian’s face. Her thighs trembled, her pussy fluttered desperately, but she kept pushing back, offering herself completely.

Stan drank it all in, the shocking contrast between the proud executive she had been and the broken, dripping masochist she was now.

He raised his hand and delivered one final, heavy spank on her reddened ass.

"Good girl."

And with that, he thrust forward, burying his thick cock deep inside her in one powerful stroke. Stan buried every inch of his thick cock into her dripping heat in one smooth stroke.

Vivian’s pussy was unbelievably tight, juicy, wet, and slippery, the velvety walls squeezing and rippling around him like they were trying to pull him deeper. He groaned low in his throat at the intense sensation.

But then he felt it.

The unmistakable resistance giving way, followed by a small, warm rush of wetness that wasn’t just her arousal. Stan frowned, glancing down. A faint red stain marked where they were joined.

’Virgin?’

He shook his head, almost disbelieving. ’How can a virgin who’s never been fucked be this comfortable with me destroying her mouth earlier?’

It only confirmed what he already suspected, Vivian’s masochism ran frighteningly deep. She didn’t flinch at the sharp sting of her hymen tearing. If anything, her pussy clenched harder around him, and a soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as fresh pleasure flooded her body.

Stan didn’t hold back.

He gripped her hips and started fucking her hard. Each powerful thrust made her plump ass and heavy breasts jiggle beautifully, the wet plap-plap-plap of skin slapping skin echoing loudly through the private suite. Her tight cunt milked him with every stroke, slippery juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs.

He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, and yanked her head back and to the side. Leaning over her, he crushed his mouth against hers in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips, claiming her completely, deep, messy, and aggressive.

Vivian moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as her mind melted from the overwhelming mix of sensations: his cock pounding her cervix, his hand spanking her ass red, and his lips devouring hers.

The pleasure bordered on pain, yet she pushed her ass back to meet every brutal thrust, her body begging for more.

Stan bit her lower lip, then suddenly broke the kiss, leaving her gasping and drooling.

"You’re not allowed to moan again," he said coldly, still buried balls-deep inside her. "Do you hear me?"

Vivian bit her lip hard, nodding frantically even as her pussy fluttered around him. "Yes, Master Stan..."

He resumed fucking her with deep, punishing strokes, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her soaked cunt filling the room.

"Who owns this pussy now?" he growled, spanking her hard.

"You do, Master... I’m just a worthless hole for your cock..."

"You used to look down on me. Now you’re bent over like a desperate slut. How does that feel?"

"It feels right, Master... I’m pathetic... I’m nothing but a stupid, arrogant bitch who needed her holes ruined by you..."

Stan spanked her again, harder. "Say it louder. Tell me what you really are."

"I’m your personal cum-dump, Master... A brainless set of holes that exists to please your cock... I don’t deserve this job... I only deserve to be fucked and used like a cheap whore..."

Her self-degrading words made his cock throb violently inside her. He kept pounding her without mercy, the wet slapping sounds growing louder and messier.

But Vivian couldn’t hold it in.

"Ahn~" A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as pleasure spiked.

SMACK!

Stan’s hand came down hard on her ass. "Bad girl. Disobedient slut."

"I’m sorry, Master... ahn!"

She couldn’t finish. The orgasm crashed over her without warning.

Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in a perfect ahegao expression, face completely fucked stupid, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting clear juices all over his cock and thighs in powerful, messy sprays as she shook uncontrollably.

Stan didn’t slow down. He spanked her again and again, fucking her straight through her climax, savoring how her cunt pulsed and clenched like it was trying to drain him.

"I told you not to moan, bad girl."

"I’m sorry, Master..." she whimpered, voice shaking.

"You’re not sorry," Stan growled. He shoved two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. "Suck them and don’t you dare moan again."

Vivian obeyed instantly, sucking desperately on his fingers while tears of overstimulation ran down her cheeks.

Stan kept railing her, the obscene plap-plap-plap and wet squelching sounds echoing even louder.

The pressure built again, faster this time. Vivian’s second orgasm hit her even harder.

Her whole body convulsed, pussy squirting violently around his pistoning cock as her walls milked him with rhythmic, greedy spasms. The overwhelming pleasure finally pushed Stan over the edge.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful spurts, filling her completely. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop deep inside her spasming cunt until it started leaking out around his shaft.

Only then did he slow down, breathing heavily.

Satisfied, Stan gave her reddened ass one final, firm spank, watching the way his cum dripped from her well-fucked pussy.

"It seems you’re smart enough to keep your job this time..." he said, voice still rough with lingering pleasure. "I’ll give you a proper reply later."

He still hadn’t forgiven her.

First, he would kick her out of the company. Then she would learn exactly what it felt like to lose the position she had once lorded over others. And when she finally realized she had nowhere else to go, she would have no choice but to come back and beg for it.

She would kneel in front of him just as she had once ordered him to kneel before her.

Only then, maybe, would Vivian finally understand that there were some people she should never have provoked.

As for why he was willing to give her even that much mercy when he had shown none to the manager who mistreated his sister, the answer was simple.

Vivian had only made his own life miserable. Cruel, arrogant, insufferable - yes. But that was something he could eventually forgive after making her suffer a little in return.

The manager, however, had targeted his sister.

And for that, forgiveness was never an option.

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A/N:

What do you guys think of this ’punishment’ do you want more of this?