Chapter 24: Belated Christmas
A woman in her late thirties was completely covered in sticky white stuff, kneeling in front of a chair. In that chair, a grinning twenty one-year-old sat, milking her cock, the last bits of cum on the woman's face. After the last was out, she replaced the pair of glasses that were removed earlier. The woman even received her lab coat back, but nothing more.
The tech stood up quietly and quickly, her back to her employer, staring down at the one who humiliated her in silent anger. The woman walked briskly to the door, but stopped as the Doctor addressed her.
"Where are your manners?" Ezenia's voice was acidic.
The tech's hand was already on the handle of the door to the office, her knuckles white from how hard she was grasping. She fumed, but didn't turn around.
Ezenia was grinning though, knowing that the defiant one would back down first. Seconds turned to minutes as Ayla only grinned at her captor, returned to stroking her giant shaft lazily.
Eventually, the tech turned around slowly, a scowl on her face. "Doctor, if you'll excuse me."
The Doctor held a hand up. "Not for your departure." After a few more moments, "Our guest has blessed you with a great gift. Thank her properly."
"You mean like one of your bitch sluts?!" The woman lost her temper. "I'm not one of your toys, and I refuse to be! And I am not going to thank that... that freak over there!"
"You may not be one of my toys, but your daughter is. Or have you forgotten?"
The woman was seething in hatred.
Pushing the button on her intercom, Ezenia addressed her loyal secretaries. "Could you please bring me my pet Denise?"
"Sure thing Professor!" A chipper voice on the other end sounded before the intercom cut off. The Doctor simply folded her hands and rested her chin on them.
Some of the cum was now dripping on the carpet, the tech's expression turning to desperation. "My sincerest apologies, Professor." She was having a hard time keeping her tone calm. "How would-"
"I'm sorry. But I thought you had already declined." This time Ayla spoke, not turning around.
"Doctor Anezka, please-"
"I am addressing you, not her." Ayla interrupted again.
The humiliated woman growled. The Doctor was enjoying this, playing with her, and watching her suffer more humiliation. Her hand slipped from the door.
"My cock is still hard, and I never said you could go."
Stomping back over to the herm in the chair, the woman knelt back down between Ayla's legs and gripped her shaft and closed her eyes. Before her mouth could make contact with the head, the younger girl kicked her away, still grinning.
"You already declined. I'm sure your daughter won't."
The woman turn around and slammed a hand down onto her employer's desk. "Ezenia! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ayla was already behind the tech and twisted her free hand painfully behind her back before slamming the woman's head down onto the oak desk. "I said I was addressing you." Her voice remained calm.
Stars appeared before the tech's eyes and a strangled yelp escaped her lips as the hurt registered in her face and forehead. The surprise force made her dizzy and her own arm being wrenched behind her added even more pain. Her voice reached her lips, strangled. "Doctor!"
This time, Ayla grabbed the woman's other arm and yanked it backwards as well to meet the other. Jerking both arms up behind the woman's back caused her head to slam back into the desk. She yelped in pain, her glasses breaking and falling off.
"What part of 'I am addressing you' don't you understand?" She slammed the woman's head into the desk with each syllable, a sickly 'splat' as the cum flew off her face.
When the girl released the tech, the woman fell groggily to the floor in a heap, dizzy and with a small trickle of blood. Bending down, the herm lifted the woman's chin so that their eyes could meet. The other woman's eyes were wide with fear and were watering as her whole face was red and bruises were starting to appear.
"I'm a little hard of hearing. I didn't quite hear your answer." Ayla was grinning sadistically, drinking in this woman's fear.
Lips quivering, the tech replied, "I-I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't-t m-mean to off-offend you."
"Yes you did."
"No!" Tears spilled forth from the woman. "I'm sorry!"
Ayla's grin twisted to that of anger and pulled the woman up by her hair. "You called me a freak. You wouldn't even part your lips to taste my seed. And you almost bit me when you licked my shaft!"
"No-!" She was slammed once more, face first onto the desk.
"Admit it bitch!" A few more thuds as the tech's face hit the desk.
"I-I'm sorry!" The tech wailed through the abuse.
Letting go of the woman to let her crumple back into a heap on the floor, she heard the doors to the office close behind her. Ayla turned and saw a girl not older than Tasha with nice firm D-cup breasts and a figure that would make any guy jealous. Her fiery hair flowed around her frame like the mane on a lion. Her eyes showed the same hollow glass look that the other slaves had. To top it off, this one looked eager to please.
The figure on the floor continued to ramble her apologies as Ayla returned to her seat. She was incredibly dizzy, blood now mixing with the remnants of the cum from earlier.
"I don't want your apologies. Just tell me the truth. It hurts so much less."
Ezenia snickered at the literal meaning of it before beckoning Denise to them.
"Please... Not my daughter."
"That option was gone long ago."
"I'm sorry I offended you..." The woman said softly, tears pouring down her cheeks, stinging as the salt water entered some of her cuts. "You're right... I did want to offend you, to hurt you, to do something to get you back for the humiliation you caused me."
"See how much less the truth hurts? And here, a simple 'Thank you for your tasty cum' would have avoided this unnecessary squabble."
"Please, let me make it up to you. Please let me taste your cum! Let me swallow it, and wallow in its bliss!" Her voice was back to desperation.
Laughing, the younger girl kicked the tech again. "Look at you! Just minutes ago you couldn't get out of here fast enough, and now you're begging to suck my cock!"
"Anything! I want to suck your... cock. I want to feel in it in my mouth!"
"Ezenia, what do you think of your subordinates? I think you should put them through the same process as these girls and ship them to some sick, perverted, old rich fuck as a specialty line. Someone should enjoy their floppy cunts."
"Y-you can't! You can't take me away from my daughter!" The tech sobbed. "I'll do anything! Please! Just... just let me stay close to her..." Her voice trailed off.
"You may have a point, Ayla." The Doctor replied. "Being as old as she is, she wouldn't do me any good as a juicer or milker. I could always attach a penis to her, but at her age, I wouldn't be able to put her in service very long, so it would be a waste." She looked toward her employee. "Don't you think we should give her a chance to redeem herself?" The cruel glimmer in her eyes made Ayla smirk.
Stroking her cock lazily again, she agreed. "I do believe you're right. I always believe in second chances. Don't you?" She turned her attention to the tech.
The woman nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes shifting from the girl to her own daughter that was now standing beside the chair.
"Denise, was it?" Ayla addressed the younger girl.
Denise nodded her head, gazing at her mother. "Mom, how could you dislike such wonderful stuff?"
That was enough to make Ayla and Ezenia burst out laughing. The tech only looked at the floor, still crying as her daughter went on.
"It's so creamy, so thick... I don't know how I ever got on without it... The way it just oozes down your throat and coats your skin. Remember when you walked in on me when I was trying to give my boyfriend a blowjob? You were upset. Maybe you weren't getting enough cum yourself." She lost herself in her own memories, "I got better though, and to prevent you from finding out, I started swallowing. It was the best thing ever..."
Feeding off the girl's lust, Ayla took advantage, "Just how old were you when you sucked your first dick?"
Denise only smiled knowingly, and that told Ayla everything she needed to know.
"My, such slutty behavior. Mom, did you know about this?"