No pain, no gain

"well, i try to be a generous boss, but in turn i have high expectations of my employees," nicola purred, letting alison's skirt drop down her legs so she could step out of it. "i don't want anything but the highest quality work at my company…" she couldn't resist gripping and spreading the cheeks of alison's ass, groaning quietly as it revealed just how wet alison's cunt was getting for her already. "though i seem to be building up quite a little collection of top-shelf pussy for my use here, too. should we see if yours can earn a spot, alison?" the innuendo was finally gone, far past its purpose considering nicola had just been knuckle deep in alison's cunt. the domme smirked as she gave alison's ass a light squeeze. "just remember asking nicely works best when you're on your knees for me."

Alison gingerly stepped out of her skirts on her high heels, legs spreading apart again afterwards. She sucked in a breadth as Nicola spread her sticky lips that clung together, exposing more of her greedy cunt. "Yes please! I want to be in your collection." She said quickly as if the opportunity might pass her by if she hesitated. The squeeze elicited another moan from her. "Please. I want to be yours so badly. I'll do whatever it takes."

"yeah, you did good so far," casey pointed out with a smirk, casually slapping natalie's face with the dripping weight of her cock. "as good as your throat feels, i'm going to need more than a few seconds of fucking it, pledge…" she didn't really think natalie thought her job was done, but she still had to tease. with natalie laying on her back, casey hummed as she shifted to mount the other girl's face more, letting her heavy balls rest right on natalie's mouth while her hard length jutted out over natalie's chest. "c'mon, i didn't say you could stop sucking, did i?" casey prompted, even as she guided both of natalie's hands to grip at her shaft. properly stroking a thick cock the size of casey's was definitely a two-hand job, after all.

Of course Natalie thought there would be more, or at least she hoped. She had no idea what Casey might have in store for the rest of the day, but she would do whatever Casey told her to do. "Thank you, Mistress. You're right. I should have known better." She said closing her eyes as the heavy meat slapped her delicate face. Her tongue naturally licked out as Casey's balls filled the smaller girl's mouth. Casey's member reached her chest and her hands moved to hold it with both hands. Natalie always did struggle to decide if she preferred being covered in cum or being filled by it, but that meant Casey always got to decide and Natalie would be happy either way.

Sam felt his mouth watering at the sight of Alison fondling her own breast. Rather than lose himself to the image, though, he licked his lips and looked up at her. “Oh I wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her—but through a smirk. “I’m just trying to help you pick up where you left off, remember? This has absolutely nothing to do with me. So just pretend I'm not here…”

His signature smirk still remained on his face as he spoke, and that just infuriated Alison more. Standing there watching her while she tried to get off. It seemed impossible as long as he was there. "How can I pretend you're not here when you insist on speaking every single moment?" She glared at him hating that she had to do everything while he simply stood there. "Maybe you should make that mouth of yours actually useful instead of spouting nonsense. That way I won't have to hear your aggravating voice." Or see the smirk that seemed to be plastered on his face constantly.

"if they're jealous, would have to be my guess," nicola laughed in answer, casually reaching under alison's skirt to give her ass a healthy squeeze. the girl's moan as nicola's fingers teased her pussy said it all, but the way she rocked her hips back into her hand added an extra touch nicola wasn't going to complain about. "still hot, hmm?" the domme smirked lightly, nothing in her tone betraying the fact that she was easing a slender finger inside alison's cunt like she was feeling that tight heat for herself. "maybe we can relax the dress code while you're in my office…" she hummed as she replaced that one finger with two, teasing alison with a couple slow thrusts into tightness, before pulling them out to start tugging her skirt down her hips. "as in, really relax it. do you think that would help?"

Alison certainly knew what it was like to be jealous as she waited her turn to get Nicola's attention. Alison nodded her head gravely at her question especially since it was true now that her hand found its way under her skirt. A shudder ran through her as Nicola's slender finger seemed to slither inside her cunt. "You're so kind to think of me and my comfort." Alison found herself mumbling struggling to find the right words to keep up the charade. "You always know best." That was much easier to admit. She could hear the wet schlicking sounds coming out of her, amazed the other woman could get it out of her so quickly. She had been waiting for so long. "Even this is stifling, I can't imagine how you feel."

"there we go," casey chuckled, pushing with her hips even as she pulled natalie's head to her. "let's get that cock in your throat… now it's a good morning, isn't it?" it was safe to say she remembered what natalie's mouth could do from last night, what it could take, and this was exactly what she was after more of. deepthroating casey's huge cock was clearly still a struggle for natalie, but the girl choking and drooling around her was half the fun. "there's a good pledge. try to swallow daddy's cock while you get your face fucked." casey smirked as she kept her thrusts slow and deep, watching the thick bulge of her cock in natalie's throat move up and down. "mm, i thought about just pushing all this into your pussy without even bothering to wake you up…" casey finally pulled back out to let her catch her breath. "but you like this for a wakeup call, too, don't you?"

It was a good morning indeed once Natalie felt Casey's cock stretching her throat. She had not been a pride before this but neither had she felt its like before. Natalie couldn't help but wonder how she compared to the others, knowing a woman with Casey's cock would not lack opportunities to wet her meat. So far Casey did not complain about her struggles. Natalie had to assume if Casey had followed through with her first impulse, she would be struggling as well, but now that she was awake, she was as wet as she was last night. Gasping to catch her breath, she nodded her head as she felt her slobber on her breasts. "I would have, but you know best." She wheezed, trying to remember she was a pledge and not just here for pleasure. "I did good though right?" Her watery eyes looking up for some validation.

Tilting his head to the side as she pleaded with him. A spot of confusion on his face as he stared down at her. "Why, the only talking I should be hearing is you praising me." Once she was brought down to eye level, he promptly forced her mouth down on his shaft. Roughly pushing it as deep as it'd go on the first thrust. He held no compassion or care for her while she was to serve him like this. His balls pressing flush to her chin while holding her down on the root of his beasthood for a moment that felt like eternity for her. For the beast it must've felt like an eye blink. Releasing his grip to let her mouth slip back like a polar opposite. While she was catching her breath, he made himself comfortable by sliding down the shoulder straps of her dress. Fondling her breasts as the fabric became loose once it was no longer held up. She was obviously frightened in the presence of the demon, no matter how much he tried to tell her what to do. Angling his hips off to the corner of her lips, he thrusted back in, poking out her cheek as he continued to facefuck the witch.

Raven was only barely staying to comprehend the amount of trouble she was actually in. Before she could say any more, his cock was filling her mouth. She wouldn't even know what she would say if she could. She had never been so dominated before, throat struggling to accept the girth member. She pushed his hips away as her face reddened trying to breathe. When she couldn't take anymore she coughed and sputtered, hands pounding his belly like an oak tree, while he seemed not to even notice. Gasping as he let her go she coughed roughly drool getting on her dress as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't even find the words to protest the way his and slipped the straps off her shoulder and fondled her. Looking up at the demon, the proud woman could only imagine what he saw as his cock poked her cheek out in a depraved way she had never experienced before. Her hands wrapped meekly around his wrists as if to slow him, but it only managed to give her a little more stability. There was no stopping the power behind his hands. The proud woman she had been didn't want to show her crying, but she could feel the water prick at her eyes and make everything seem fuzzy around her.

He could see the frustration and disappointment on her face as she looked all around the desk for a pen. The smirk never left his face and only grew once she got on her knees to crawl under his desk to look for it. Stepping around to where the chair was as she apologized and promised to find one for him. He brought up his hand and showed his palm to her. "No no no. No need to move. You're perfect right where you are." Taking the seat in his chair and scooting it forward so that she was now 'trapped' under his desk. "You can make it up to me right now. I have a pen for you to apologize with." Undoing his pants fly, his legs spread. She sat on the ground underneath his desk in her pretty kimono. "Are you married?" He asked, hoping that she was. However he gave her so little time to answer before pulling out his burgeoning length and grabbing the back of her head by her jet back hair. Pulling her face towards his lap. "Try not to make too much noise... Unless you want to bring a smile to my face." Pressing her lips to his cock.

Kimiko smiled embarrassed when Charles found the pen. She was about to move out when he blocked her way. "Oh..." She started to protest not quite registering his words until she heard the zipper. It took her another moment to really understand the implication and by then his cock was already in her face. She took his easiest question starting to answer but already he was pushing her face. She could only start to protest when his cock filled her open mouth to gargle the words in her throat. Her hands pushed uselessly at his lap as spittle sputtered around her lips. The thick cock was choking her but her tongue instinctively tasted the underside of his cock. Her protests could have sounded like anything though probably just like a muffled squeal.

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Something was wrong here. What meant that something was very right. She felt it as soon as she manifested into physical form. Smoked turned silhouette. And a playful, mysterious smirk on her lips. "Raven." She mused in dreamy devilment as if it was as clear on her face as that haughty expression. "Your name is Raven, right?" Raven the dyslexic witch. How stupid could someone be drawing her sigils? She was fully unmoved by her command. And barely kept in place by her mediocre binding work. "I go by Emily this century. Em. My real name is a bit of an eldritch mouthful isn't it? I heard you struggling in the invocation." She approached the limits of the only pitiful magical circle actually containing her. And showed why demons were natural deceivers. "You are such a bold, powerful witch, Raven. Pretty too." The demon gushed with an excited look. "Usually only full covens dare to summon my kind. And even then, only pathetic little impish fiends at the bottom of the barrel. You summoned a greater demon...All on your own. Oh and how I can feel your magic caressing my body. It is...Perfect" She pretended with a captivated purr. "Yes! I want to serve you. I can grow your power ten times. I can teach you secrets others with the gift of magic don't dare to whisper. I want to...Worship you Raven." Emily grinned in wicked complicity. Normally she would be bound to her word. But considering the horrible job Raven did with her preparations, all she had to do was keep playing along until the other felt comfortable vanishing the lines in the floor and then the real fun would begin. "Don't keep a demon girl waiting. Before you list all the things you want me to do for you...What is going to be that mysterious prize for my service?"

Raven had expected a little more push back from the demon, or at least a little frustration. Emily seemed almost amiable, but perhaps that just meant that she understood the situation. Raven smiled proudly at the demon's compliment, feeling validated and euphoric. With Emily under her control, she would have everything she wanted with half the effort. Of course, the demon would want to know what her prize would be. She had thought long and hard about this, what she could offer a greater demon in return for their compliance. Binding a demon was one thing, but getting them to do what you wanted without having to worry about every single word and grammar point was another. "It's not much, but I can give you free reign when you're not doing my bidding. So long as you don't draw attention to my plans and me, I'll lose you on the world. It's that or I can send you back and find another demon who is more appreciative."

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Sam accepted Alison's concession with humility. His silence would've been remarkable in any other instance but, really, what could he have said? How could he have made Alison feel any worse than her little tantrum suggested? He won, and won big--no need for a victory lap.

He did, however, move from the door of her office to the chair in front of her desk (he left the door open on purpose).

As he settled into the seat, he nodded at Alison's chest: "I think your shirt was open when I walked in. Y'know, in the interest of really picking up where you left off..."

Was that true? He couldn't remember. Did he care? Not at all.

She shouldn't have been surprised when he stepped into the room taking a seat in the chair. She didn't even notice how the door was still open, since she had so much else on her mind already. "I'm not doing this to put on a show for you." She said pointedly, though that didn't stop her from bringing a hand up grope her breast softly. At least his silence allowed her to concentrate on the task at hand, even if she could feel his gaze on her despite her eyes being closed. Her eyes flickered open to meet his gaze, unable to stop herself from wondering if he might join her. How could she not think about it when he was right in front of her as she touched herself. As arrogant as he was, she had heard the rumors about him.

Stepping forward from the smoke and shadows came a new figure. She had conjured them, thinking that she had the upper hand but like so many deals with the devil this one would be a backhanded gift of sorts. "Why not both?" The cheery and charming voice answered as it became readily apparent that they were nude from having just been unleashed from the underworld. He then began aggressively approaching the witch. Extending an arm to roughly grip her by her hip and pull her in closer. "Raven Raven, your hopes seemed to soar as high as the bird but don't you know that things don't fly so high underneath?" If she hadn't seen it earlier then she certainly would have felt it by now. The exuberant prick prodding her thigh through her skirt. The demon seemed to show no remorse for pressing himself against her. "Well I brought you the carrot & the stick. Why don't you worship it like a good little bvvitch should?" His other hand gripping the back of her head by her hair and firmly pushing her down.

Raven took a moment to appreciate her handiwork as the smoke cleared, a slight smirk on her face. The demon was as arrogant as she expected, which did not concern her. She had expected some frustration from the demon or annoyance at being bound by a mortal like her, but perhaps he just was happy to be on the mortal plane. Her smirk quickly vanished as he approached her aggressively, stepping out of the summoning circle like it had not existed. "Wait.. you should be bound. You can only do what I give you leave to do." That alone should have imprisoned him, but before she could react his hand was on her hip and her hands splayed across his chest reflexively. This wasn't possible. A cold knife of fear ran down her spine as she realized her mistake far too late. She was standing in front of an unbound demon, and she would be as powerless against him as another human had been to her. All the power she had cultivated so far was worth nothing in his presence. Feeling him against her, made her shudder again for a different reason. "Wait, let's talk about this..." She said trying to find some other way out of this. Maybe she could talk her way out of this, but the hand that gripped her hair and forced her on her knees brought a grimace to her face. Was this actually happening?

Charles Daniel was a former House member now serving as a diplomat abroad. He had been assigned a chaperone and his eyes appeared to be magnetized to her frame. She led him through the tour yet his gaze very rarely left her out of sight. Once the tour had come to an end and she was showing him to his quarters, he had taken a single look in the room and acted quickly on his feet. He turned to her as she told him not to hesitate should he need anything. His body halfway obscured by the doorway, grabbing something off the desk and flicking it out of her line of sight. "Hmm, yes. Would you mind coming in here for a moment and helping me find the stationery? I need to write a few letters to let them know I've arrived safely and that I'm in good hands." The sly smirk on his face seemed to convey that he had much more planned.

With her head bowed and her eye line on the ground, she didn't sense the movement and the bamboo flooring muffled the sound of the pen. Rising only when he spoke to her, she looked to the desk, curiously noting that the pen was indeed gone. "Of course. This is a grievous oversight. I apologize for the inconvenience. Perhaps they misplaced it." Kimiko did not quite know how to interpret his sly smirk, but she pushed it out of her mind as she bent over the desk to search a little forced by the tight kimono. Moving onto her hands and knees to look under the desk, she still could not find it, frowning in disapproval. "This is most unusual. Please allow me to make this up to you and fetch you a few to make up for the one you are missing. I would hate for this to give you the wrong impression."

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Raven watched as the smoke cleared proud to see her work come to fruition. It had taken a lot of preparation to get to this stage, not to mention the years of training to even begin thinking about this. Other witches stayed away from demons since they were so dangerous, but she knew it was the only way to truly advance. "Demon, I've bound you to my will, and I will take your power. If you submit to me, I'll give you a gift in return." Unfortunately for Raven, her bindings were misplaced, though she did not know it and demons weren't known for their forgiving nature. "What will it be then? The carrot or the stick?"

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Kimiko knew that she was supposed to escort them around and cater to their every whim. She has just finished the tour and brought them to their private room when she felt them right behind her. The entire tour she felt like his eyes were on her instead of the beautiful classical Japanese architecture around them and though the gaze had not been entirely inappropriate, somehow it still made her uneasy. Turning around to face them Kimiko took a single step back gesturing at the grand room with their items already unloaded. "I hope you'll find the accommodations satisfactory." She intoned as she closed the door softly behind them showing how it was done. "Please do not hesitate to call on me for any needs you may find you have no matter the hour." With a long bow she waited patiently for them to dismiss her.

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Sam had absolutely no intention of blackmailing Alison into doing what he wanted... but he was in no rush for her to know that. "I want you to finish what you started," he answered. "I feel bad," he lied, placing a hand on his chest. "For interrupting. So I think that you should finish." The way he crossed his arms again signaled he wanted her to do so with him standing right there, in the doorway of her office.

Alison grit her teeth at the sheer arrogance of his words. Did he really think that little of her? That she would put a show on for him because she was too weak to control her needs? Her frustration was only worsened by the fact that she wanted to. "Fuck you!" She said just needing to vent hoping it would clear her thoughts. "You're a perverted freak." She growled as she turned away, closing her eyes, trying to ignore the stare. Maybe she could get this over with quickly and get back to her work. It was the only lie she could think of that she might tell herself to actually get through this nightmare fantasy. Her hands delved into her panties, finding them soaked through, somehow wetter than when she had started.

"Oh of course I can!" Sam answered cheerfully, as if they hadn't a care in the world. "Plenty of things. But, after me, you're the hottest person in this office, and I just caught you masturbating. Why would I wanna let that go?" He once again leaned on the door, arms folding, signaling his refusal to go anywhere.

Alison knew he was trying to push her buttons, but that knowledge did little to blunt how effective it was. He was simply standing there, refusing to move, and that was more infuriating than anything else. She couldn't even get up to push him out without exposing more of herself to him, nor did it seem her words had any effect on him. "Fine, you caught me. What now? Are you going to tell everyone to try to humiliate me? Just tell me what you want and be done with it. I don't think I have the patience to keep up these word games with you." She was shorter than she should be with him especially when he had so much leverage over her, but her frustration was getting the better of her.