*TW: This series follows a female character who is tortured mentally, emotionally, and physically. No one she comes across will have her best intentions in mind. Discretion is Advised.*
*Tags for this Chapter: [Recorded][Bj][Forced BJ][Rough hitting][Throat Distention][Air restriction]*
**Bad Luck Cleo**
Chapter 2: The First Payment
Cleo finally gathered herself from her desk, slipping her shirt back on and throwing her bra into her satchel. She stood at her office door, took a deep breath, and made her way out of the building and into her car.
First thing, she found herself pulling into a store. The deal was already struck and Dale had shown a mean streak. Best not make it worse by denying his requests. She purchased twin bottles of vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, managed a slightly friendly smile to the cashier, and drove home.
It was Friday night. She originally had plans to meet up with her friend Holly, but had text her to cancel, feigning a stomach pain after a long day of bad news. Holly was her normal cheery self, texting back wishes of a speedy recovery and hopes to reschedule.
Cleo had all weekend to worry about what Monday would bring. The anticipation itself was gnawing at her insides, working it’s way from her brain to her limbs. She found herself not able to stop shaking for a small period before she forced herself to take a shower to try and calm her nerves.
The scent of vanilla was alluring, but immediately brought back thoughts of Monday.
She just didn’t understand it. Dale was always so sweet, so laid back. He was the only crew member that didn’t instantly doubt her due to her gender. He was helpful and loyal and an all around good guy. How could she have missed this mean streak he clearly had.
She shook the thought from her head. It didn’t matter now. For the next year, she was his. She looked over her petite frame, the fading red blush of his hands on her breasts demanding her attention.
“It’s all his now, I suppose.”
The scent of vanilla followed her as she made her way to her room.
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Cleo made her way to work monday morning, her brand new camera smuggled away in her satchel amongst her papers. After she parked, she looked in her rearview, moved the curl of red hair from in front of her eye, and sighed. “You’ve got this,” she told herself, not sure who she was trying to convince.
The day progressed normally. Cleo worked on getting a hold of vendors to fix their new technology, and Dale ran the warehouse effortlessly. Several times she could hear his laugh ring out across the work floor, and shivers made their way down her spine.
As the day began wrapping up and people began clocking out, the moment came. Dale waltzed into her office without knocking, casually locking the door behind him.
“Well, boss. We both know what today is. Where’s the camera?”
Cleo removed the camera from her satchel and handed it to Dale, who flicked through the settings before hitting record and placing it on her desk.
“Great, now come here.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Cleo said, the nerves in her voice pissing her off.
“Take off the tops and get on your knees. I’m sure you can figure out the rest.”
She did as instructed, kneeling before his tall frame in what she could only assume was camera shot. He bent down at the waist and smelled the top of her hair, mmming as he did.
“Got to love such a good girl. Now take me out of my pants. Let’s see what you’re working with here.”
Hands shaking, she undid his work belt and slid his trousers down. Out popped one of the longest, thickest penises she had ever seen. The musk of a sweaty, long day’s work rolled off of it.
“8.25 inches, before you ask. Let’s see just how much you can take.”
She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the heft of it before raising the mushroomed head to her lips. She rubbed the bottom of it with her bottom lip, an old teasing trick she had picked up, before gently sucking on the head. She worked her way up, inch by inch, before just over half of it filled her mouth, tickling her gag reflex.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, that won’t do. I don’t know what you think this is bitch, but you’re taking all of it. Now.”
She pulled it out of her mouth, taking a deep breath before sputtering out, “I can’t. It’s just too much.”
He backhanded her. She fell to the ground. He was on her in a flash, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back to a kneeling position. He brought his face to hers, the faded scent of tobacco smoke wafting between them.
“Look here. Today is just the beginning. Today is me being nice amd going easy on you. So you will take this cock dowm your throat like a good fuck doll, do you hear me?”
Tears welled in Cleo’s eyes as she nodded.
“Speak, whore!”
“Ye-” As she opened her mouth to repond, he shoved the hard cock into her mouth. Gripping her hair, he thrust his hips in and out and in and out and in and out as the cock slid further and further. Her jaw felt like it was ripping as her throat stretched and stretched, the only reprieve being the pull out.
He shoved harder and faster as tears poured down Cleo’s face. Her hands were on his thighs as he towered over her, tilting her head back and shoving his cock straight down repeatedly into her throat. She could feel her neck stretch from his girth, until her lips hit his pelvis.
He stayed there, looking into her crying eyes, listening to her gagging sounds, and he laughed. He was shoving down with his hips, hand grabbing the back of her head, pulling toward him. He then plugged her nose with his other hand.
Her only airway blocked, her vision began to blur. She gagged an struggled, but his strong hands held her in place. Her head tried pulling back on relex, but still he stood. Once she began to lose consciousness, he let go of her nose and eased him grip, allowing his cock to slide right back out.
He let her cough and gasp and sputter before grabbing her again. She tried to fight but he clenched his hands on her sore jaw, and shoved his way back in. He hammered at her throat again, and plugged her nose. This time as she began to lose consciousness, rope after rope of thick cum filled her stretched throat before he let go of her nose, holding her head in place as he finished in her.
He pulled out slowly, her throat pushing some of his load back with it as Cleo began to cough and collapse to the floor, cum dribbling from her mouth.
“See, Cleo? Anything is achieveable with the right help. You just have to believe in yourself.”
He chuckled at his joke and turned off the camera before putting his pants back on.
“I’m going to keep this camera. Can’t have you fucking with the video, you know? LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU.”
Cleo looked up from the heap she had become on the floor, panting and coughing, still getting used to fresh air.
“Good. Now. Like I said, this was practice. A litmus test, if you will. I have so many plans in store for you. Here’s a little hint for next week. If you want to be prepared, buy a butt plug.”
He blew her a kiss, dark crossing the light of his eyes before leaving the office. Cleo could hear him whistling a tune until he had finally left the building.
Her face gasping against a puddle of cum on the floor, she cried again.
It was going to be a long year.
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