The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is part three of a "payback" fantasy trilogy involving elements of control, reluctance, and forced pleasure. I highly recommend reading parts 1 and 2 before continuing with this final installment. If you like the story let me know, and if you don't please be polite. Enjoy the fantasy. - xoxo Daphne
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Finishing my breakfast in the hotel at the most beautiful resort on earth, I felt my phone vibrate.
"Ah," I said to my driver, Gavin, as I reached for my phone, "that will be her."
By "her" I meant Stacy. Stacy Richardson, the teasing bitch from high school who used her body to get everything she wanted from guys. Now, ten years later, she was a feminist speaker for gender equality, working to stop sexual harassment and the objectification of women.
The irony was that yesterday, I had offered her a quarter of a million dollars for her feminist cause if she would agree to be my sex object for twenty-four hours. We were down to twelve, and Stacy had been forced to come time and time again in front of me, my driver, our restaurant server, and just about every guy she knew from high school.
Gavin raised his eyebrows.
"We made her hump that gearstick...how many times last night? After all that fucking you'd think she'd want to sleep in a little."
I smiled slyly at Gavin.
"Yes, interesting, isn't it? If I didn't know better, I'd say she rather enjoyed being treated like a sex object."
"A feminist who enjoys being sexually controlled by men?" Gavin mused, "that seems contradictory."
"Unusual maybe," I replied, "but wanting equal treatment in society and submitting to a man sexually for her own pleasure can be two different things, and I plan to teach her the difference."
When I answered the phone, Stacy's voice was so angry that Gavin heard it from across the table.
"Get the fuck up here!!! Right now!!!"
I smiled.
"Ah Stacy, you're so cute when you're angry."
"Shut up and come up here NOW!!!"
"Yes dear," I mocked.
Ending the call, I headed for the elevator that Stacy and I were riding in when we first bumped into each other yesterday. Reaching her floor, I walked down the hall to her room and knocked on the door.
"Honey, I'm home," I said in a singsong-like voice.
As if she had been waiting by the entrance, the door to the room flew open revealing Stacy wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around herself and white pumps. Her hypnotic blue eyes were blazing with anger.
"Where the hell are my clothes?!?" Stacy insisted.
"Well how would I know?" I said defensively.
"Don't fuck with me!" Stacy fired back, "last night after you made me hump that gearstick for hours, I was almost unconscious. You and your driver had to carry me up here to my room. I assume you took all my clothes when you left."
"Okay, guilty," I admitted, "you won't need them today anyway."
Stacy raised her eyebrows in surprise, caught off guard by my response.
"What else did you two do to me?" Stacy's voice was softer but just as accusatory, "you didn't rape me while I was unconscious did you?"
I shook my head.
"No, I would never do that, no matter how much of a bitch you were. When I fuck you, I want to make sure you remember it."
Stacy actually breathed a sigh of relief that she had not been taken advantage of last night, but then realized what else I had just said.
"WHEN you fuck me?" Stacy glared at me.
"Exactly," I confirmed, "don't worry, though, you won't be getting my cock until you ask for it."
"THAT'S not going to happen," Stacy said defiantly.
"Keep telling yourself that, bitch."
Stacy was a little taken back by my confidence. Turning to the chair beside us, she picked up a white t-shirt.
"So why did you leave this here last night?"
"That's what you are going to wear today," I replied.
"JUST this?" Stacy said uneasily.
"Just that."
Stacy unfolded the t-shirt and begrudgingly put it on over her head before dropping her towel. The shirt was small and fit Stacy's curves perfectly. Her ass and pussy were only just barely covered by the shirt tail and her nipples poked up against the thin fabric. Just above the outline of Stacy's perky breasts were the words "boy toy".
"You are fucking kidding me," Stacy protested, gesturing to her breasts.
I shook my head.
"Nope...nice tits by the way."
"Shut up," Stacy fired back.
I smiled, enjoying her cute little attempts at defiance.
"Now get on your knees in front of me."
"Fuck off!"
"Fuck off, sir," I corrected her.
Stacy folded her arms in a huff and glared at me.
"Come on, bitch," I said, "you've come this far for that quarter million. You might as well see it through."
Stacy stamped her foot on the floor in frustration.
"MY NAME IS 'STACY'!!!"
"Quit arguing with me, cunt," I fired back, "now shut up and get on your knees or else I'm finished with this and you can just go ahead and fly back home...your choice."
Stacy was absolutely furious at being treated this way. She hated being viewed as a sex object whose only purpose was to please men. At least, she thought she did. She knew it was degrading and sexist for a man to do these things to her. Yet, Stacy had to remind herself that she had actually agreed to this, and she couldn't deny that her pussy was wet. She began to wonder if she was doing this just for the money, or was there another reason?
Refusing to say anything, Stacy got down on her knees, keeping her deep blue eyes locked on mine the entire time. I took a black leather choker from my pocket and placed it around her neck, fastening it in the back. Then taking the matching leash, I attached one end to the O-ring on the collar and gave a slight tug to make sure it was secure.
"Ready to go, bitch?" I asked.
Stacy's beautiful eyes welled up.
"Fuck you...sir."
I pulled on Stacy's leash, forcing her to stand up and follow me. As we walked down the hall and onto the elevator, we noticed three men already inside. Immediately, their eyes locked on Stacy, the leash attached to her collar, and her proud tits outlined through the fabric of her thin t-shirt.
Although they tried to be discreet, Stacy realized what they were thinking. She knew that she was being undressed and fucked obscenely in each of their minds. It was an oddly erotic feeling to know that three complete strangers standing next to us were all fantasizing about doing unbelievably perverted sexual things to her. The thought made Stacy more angry and more horny at the same time. She tried to hide it, but her white shirt left little to the imagination.
Everyone, including Stacy, noticed that her nipples were rock hard and clearly straining against the thin cotton fabric. Part of her was so embarrassed that she tried not to make eye contact with any of the men during what seemed like the longest elevator ride ever. Yet, part of her was proud of her breasts, and loved that she could have that kind of sexual power over men.
It was then that I noticed Stacy had stepped back slightly towards one of the strangers and was gently placing her ass up against his cock. Through his trousers, Stacy could feel just how rock hard he was. When Stacy felt his shaft twitch against the crevice between her ass cheeks, she took in a sharp breath and closed her eyes.
"Um!" Stacy bit her lip in tension as she experienced strong feelings of both power and submission. Power in that she could have this kind of control over men, and submission in that she was so sexually vulnerable to four men at the same time.
When Stacy opened her eyes again, she noticed me giving her a look that essentially said: "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You slut."
The ice princess returned, and Stacy's glare to me was like an arctic blast. Very slowly, she silently mouthed the words "fuck you, sir."
Finally the doors opened and we stepped out into the lobby area. As I tugged Stacy's leash and led her off the elevator, we overheard one of the men whisper to the others.
"Mygod, did you see the tits on her?"
Stacy whipped around and glared at the men just to make sure they knew she had heard the sexist comment. The three men suddenly looked embarrassed and quickly headed off in a different direction.
Stacy got several stares from people as we walked through the lobby towards the convention center where she had given her sexual harassment speech just the day before.
"Hey boss," Gavin said as he met us by the entrance to the convention hall. He turned to Stacy.
"Good day Miss Richardson...nice tits by the way."
"Bite me, Gavin," Stacy fumed, turning to me, "let's get on with it. What are you two going to make me do now?"
I gestured towards one of the large marble columns at the entrance to the hall.
"First, we're going to handcuff you to this."
Stacy's eyes widened.
"What?!? No way!"
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know why you keep arguing with me, bitch. We both know you're going to do exactly everything I tell you to do, so you might as well skip the bitching and do it."
Stacy narrowed her eyes at me in disdain.
