I moved in on your naked body, examining every inch of it with my eyes and hands.
You were a journalist with a long history of writing passive-aggressive stories about my company, accusing me of corruption and misconduct. Lately, you had been working on a story about sexual assault allegations against me and several senior members of our business, providing good evidence that would be hard to deny.
What you didn’t know was that I owned the city. Everyone was in my pockets. The police, the politicians, the judges, even the newspaper you worked for. After all, that’s how I’d gotten wind of your upcoming story.
I grabbed your throat and pushed you against a wall. Your cuffed arms left you unable to fight back effectively. To catch you, all I had to do was give a word to some off-duty officers I knew, and they escorted me to your house. At this very moment, they were waiting outside, making sure no-one disturbed our little… chat.
The confused face you had made when you saw me enter your home, and the panic that beset you when I overpowered your weak body was glorious.
Now, you were pinned against a wall and getting groped, with no-one caring at all about your screams.
“I have endured enough of your smear campaign. Was it worth it? Was a few clicks on a paper worth having your life destroyed, cunt?” I asked as I held your cuffed arms behind your back and moved my erect, veiny dick up against your wet cunt. “It’s time someone reminded you of your place, woman”.
You tried to wiggle free, but the weight of my body pressing you against the wall was too much.
“Fuck you,” was the only thing you could bear yourself to say in your humiliating state, as tears strolled down your pretty cheeks.
I pushed my girthy cock against your moist, pink cunt. It wouldn’t go in at first, but after applying some more pressure, it gave way and swallowed the tip.
I slowly moved my hips back and forth, eliciting frustrated cries from you. For a few seconds, you got renewed vigor to fight back, but stopped when I spat and slapped you across the face. You felt small, vulnerable and weak being held in place by a stocky man. Not just any man, but someone you hated with your guts.
Your breathing got warmer and heavier, and soon I put my mouth against yours, turning your protests and moans into muffled sounds. My tongue explored your insides, mixing in my saliva with yours.
My right arm made its way to your clit, rubbing it gently at first, but roughly after a while. My erect cock was by now fucking you hard and fast, with the sound of my hips clapping against your cheeks being the only thing audible apart from your muffled moans and my grunts.
Despite the frustration, you couldn’t deny that your body was feeling good. You felt protected, you felt taken care of, sensations you hand’t experienced much growing up in your dysfunctional family.
With your cunt getting rammed, your throat getting explored by my tongue, the weight of my body pressing down on you, my hips smacking against your cheeks, and my hand stimulating your clitoris, you felt your orgasm approaching.
You dragged your mouth away from mine and started protesting again in a last ditch effort to avoid having an orgasm at the hand of a man you despised.
“You’re my property now, whore,” I said, spitting on your face once more. “And property doesn’t get to have a say in what happens to it.”
My hip movement and my rubbing of your clit became more aggressive. “Forget everything about your career, your opinions and dreams. This is your life now,” I continued, before forcing my lips back against yours.
The feeling of helplessness mixed with anger, frustration and pleasure made you confused. It was unlike anything you had experienced before.
Minutes passed by like this, before suddenly an electric shock shot through your body. Your legs went weak and your mind numb, but I kept you from falling, as I continued assaulting your wet cunt. Your pussy tightened because of the orgasm, and you moaned against my mouth. I wasn’t able to hold myself any longer, and my throbbing dick soon filled you up with a musky, warm stream of semen, leaving you conflicted, but satisfied.
Your used body was thrown on your carpet, and I called the off-duty cops in. There was four of them, and they had heard everything.” I instructed them to put you in a private mental institution my friend owned, to keep you there for future use. When they asked if they could have you, I gave them an affirmative answer, and left.
They continued molesting you for two hours, forcing you yo do your womanly duties with all your holes, before arresting you and driving you to the institution.
**[First time posting here. Part 2 will hopefully be out before Monday.)**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/e3nyoh/degradation_of_a_journalist_part_1