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Jahoda laid her head low as she shuffled into the Curatorium office, shutting the door and refusing to meet the stern eyes of her employer. Shame emanated off of her in waves. It wasn’t the first time she’d screwed up a mission, but it had never been this bad (or expensive) before. It didn’t help that Nefer was just sitting there, legs up on the desk, collected without being calm; like a storm just on the horizon, or a predator already in range to pounce. Jahoda, her eyes down, didn’t see it when her employer started to speak: “You disappoint me”. Jahoda flinched at the inclement tone. “I *would* take the cost of this out of your pay, but frankly, years of work wouldn’t be worth the trouble you’ve caused”, she continued. “Regardless, you remain useful to me, so I won’t be terminating your employment here just yet. It is, however, necessary to discipline you”. Jahoda nodded, then gasped from the hand she felt on her arm. One of Nefer’s clones had silently manifested behind her; it had such a strong grip for something conjured up by a vision. A chill slid down her spine.
The next thing she knew, Jahoda was being forced down onto her knees by not one but two mirage clones. She watched as Nefer herself stood up from the desk, walking around and positioning herself in front of her employee. A tug on Jahoda’s hair forced her to look up. Her eyes crossed Nefer’s smooth legs, her short skirt, all the way up her chest and to the dangerously sadistic look on her face. “Spread your legs”, she instructed, Jahoda’s body obeying without a conscious thought. The vulnerability of it was palatable, being held down in such a compromising position. Thoughts of what might happen ran wild in her head alongside the damning knowledge that she had fantasized about being treated like this before. For it to actually happen, though, and like this… Her thoughts were cut off forcefully when Nefer brought her leg up right into Jahoda’s crotch. It wasn’t forceful, but she was already sensitive from being handled so roughly. A pathetic whine escaped while her boss continued. “Hump it. Like an animal”. She obeyed, rutting her pussy lips against Nefer’s shin, moving as much as she could with her arms still restrained by the clones. Her employer’s eyes bored down as her hips bucked, both of them well aware of the warmth emanating from Jahoda’s crotch. She locked her lips together to suppress further noises, but the fervour with which she continued to thrust her hips was indication enough of her enjoyment. Worst still, just as she was getting used to it, just as her eyes began to roll back, Nefer removed her leg.
Another deep green mirage manifested behind Nefer, positioning itself on all fours, and she sat down upon it. The original clones forced Jahoda forward, just as Nefer opened her own legs; Jahoda didn’t even have time to register the embarrassment before her face was pushed into her boss’s crotch. The smell filled her nostrils, and it was so hot her cheeks felt like they were burning. She rubbed her face against it almost unconsciously, her only thought to please, and was rewarded with the removal of Nefer’s panties. Nothing to stop her, Jahoda gave up any remaining dignity she had and lapped against her boss's pussy lips, relishing the taste on her tongue. The skirt draped over her head, short as it was, deprived Jahoda of her surroundings; it was just her and the labia she had wanted so badly to be forced into. Nefer remained composed throughout, her legs still, though the occasional clenching of the clones' grips gave away the pleasure of her employee’s tongue. Jahoda got lost in it, exploring every inch of the pussy she had been offered, whining and whimpering all throughout. She didn’t even think to breathe, had no reason to, no reason to do anything but please her boss. It was so fucking good, her own thighs rubbing together further amplifying the sheer pleasure of eating Nefer out. She had already made her boss cum several times without even realizing it when the clones pulled her out.
Pussy juices dripping down her chin, Jahoda again looked up at Nefer; she was redder in the face, more lust than sadism in her eyes, but still professional. Jahoda felt weightless as the clones lifted her up again, relieving the pain on her knees she didn’t even know she had, and maneuvered her against the desk. Her weak legs trembled as they forced her down doggystyle onto it, tearing off her panties with ardor. Jahoda’s own juices dripped onto her thighs, aware of what came next for her; she had seen the object Nefer was now retrieving from her drawer, spent many nights thinking about the way she might be using it. Nonetheless, when she felt the claws of her boss’s fingers on her hips and the tip of the strap pressing against her ass, she whined like nothing else. Fuck, she was so needy; her crotch throbbed in agreement as Nefer continued the cruel inaction of teasing Jahoda’s hole with her tip. “You’ve done well embracing your punishment,” her boss intoned in a teasing voice, “but don’t think I’ll give you what you want just for that”. This confused Jahoda for only a second, because just after that, the strap was brought upwards and forced into her unsuspecting asshole.
Her legs spasmed, and she let out a series of animalistic noises, but it was to no avail; Nefer began mercilessly fucking her ass, plunging the strap all the way in, smacking her hips against Jahoda’s red asscheeks. The employee gripped the far edge of the desk to stabilize herself, her jaw clenched and her eyes watering from both the pain and pleasure of being fucked in such a cruel way. It was overwhelming, far more intense than anything she had ever done by herself, like being ripped in two. Yet Nefer did it effortlessly. Worse still, she spoke up again: “Bark for me, bitch”, she ordered. This was a tall order, given how every time the strap went all the way Jahoda’s mind went blank, but she attempted to obey. “Louder”, her boss replied. Completely helpless, Jahoda forced herself to let out an off-tone yipping noise, praying that nobody could hear her. Having found her voice, she inserted intermittent pleas of mercy between her barks, but Nefer seemed only to enjoy her submission more. Her employer passionately bred her asshole, tearing it up with expertise Jahoda had never experienced. She barked and whined and yipped, giving herself up utterly to the position of animal; it was liberating, in a way, to just bend over and accept being used like a fuck hole. “Are you a good dog, hmm?” Nefer prompted; “Will you be a good dog for me after this?”. Jahoda nodded the best she could, rubbing her head against the desk. She was a good dog, right? If boss Nef enjoyed using her, then she had to be. She should be grateful to be fucked in such an undignified way. After all, you couldn’t fail at being a breeding bitch. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Just feel so fucking good. So fucking good~
Thoughts such as those were what floated around Jahoda’s ahead long after Nefer finished and laid her employee gently upon the office couch, letting her rest from the intense punishment. With nobody looking, she smiled down at her employee; truth be told, she was planning on doing something like this, work issue or no. She figured that with how hard Jahoda worked, she deserved a bit of stress relief. Not that she’d ever tell her that was the goal, though.