Author's Note: Although their ages are not stated in the story itself, both characters are over the age of eighteen, with Otto being 22 and Kristina 23.
This is a fictional story of a non-consensual, coerced sexual encounter, with themes of humiliation, abuse and bullying heavily based on racial/ethnic and sexual grounds contained within. If you find such themes distressing, or you simply feel that a story like that might not be for you, then you've been warned.
My intention was not to offend anyone in any way, but merely to change a fap fantasy of mine into a fap story for others.
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This was the time of the week he always feared.
As he opened the door and entered the posh, modern-looking office which somehow always managed to look just refurbished, he was prepared for the worst. Slowly closing the door, he tried his best not to look at the attractive figure seated on a black leather chair behind a large oak desk dominating the room. After what happened the last time he was summoned here, he feared even hearing her voice, nevermind looking at her. This way, he thought he might at least avoid accidentally angering her by looking at her breasts too long.
"What's the matter, Boss?" he asked sheepishly, hoping to delay the inevitable humiliation as far as possible.
"Sit, Otto," she commanded.
He looked over the room, finding no other place to sit than the chair she occupied and sighed deeply. There was no delaying anything. He was going to suffer.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Erm, I have nowhere to s-sit, Boss," "
Dammit!
," he thought just as he said that. His nervousness was showing. He was starting to stutter. Hopefully, she won't pick up on it.
"Oh, s-seems like the s-s-sad boy is not just sad, but also d-d-dumb," she spat out angrily, making his heart skip a beat. She not only picked up on his stuttering, she was quite angry.
"Sit on the floor, retard," she said.
Otto obeyed, sitting self on the colorful carpet covering the rock-hard floor which, due to the carpet's thinness, his buttocks felt in all of its glory.
For a few moments, he just sat there, looking at the carpet's whimsical and colorful patterns, as malevolent silence filled the air.
"Stand up dumbass," their eyes met for the first time since he entered the office as he looked at her as she spoke, "I was just joking."
Somewhat reluctantly, he pulled himself to stand.
Oh yeah. "Just joking. I was just joking," He heard that in school a lot, usually from pretty girls, just like her. They weren't joking, she wasn't joking, and he knew it.
And yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, even. A classical European beauty. Tall, slender, blue eyes, long blonde hair and an ample bust which was a magnet for the male gaze. He always found the mix of a buxom chest and twig-like physique to be rather off-putting, with him always finding the woman in question to look like she was suffering from gigantomastia or had a boob job done, he knew he was in great minority in this regard though, as most men loved women with bodies like that.
Apart from that, the only unpleasant thing about her was her bullying attitude and abusive personality.
Compared to her, he was not much to look at. He wasn't ugly, but that was the best that could be said about him. Medium height, average face, weird personality. His best feature was a rather decent musculature he managed to accumulate through working out in various gyms for over ten years.
"No, you know what?" she looked him in the eyes, "I think I like you better on the ground. I don't need your idiotic face looking straight at me. Sit." she spat out like an experienced dog trainer.
He sighed inaudibly, afraid of her overhearing it, and reluctantly sat down.
"Good b-boy," she said mockingly and grinned.
"Why don't you bark a little as well?" she asked, "Since you are such a good doggy."
He felt a wave of anger wash over of him, then did as she wanted, barking loudly a few times as she laughed.
So, this was how this bitch wanted to humiliate him today. Make him act like a fucking dog. Well, still better than insulting his ethnicity as she mostly used to do. She never had enough of reminding him of the fact that, in a world where millions of migrant women from various impoverished countries were forced to endure abuse, humiliation and low pay from their western superiors, either as prostitutes or as ordinary workers, he was the one German man unfortunate enough to end up having to endure abuse from an Ukrainian woman he had as his boss while being paid a wage substandard even by this country's standards.
"Nah, maybe I don't want a dog," she said, "Get up again."
Slowly, he stood up again.
"Take off your pants," she said.
He just looked at her confused, feeling his heartbeat madly. Surely, she can't mean?
"Are you deaf now as well, instead of just retarded?" she spat out at him, "I said, take off your pants. And underwear as well, of course."
Reluctantly, he did so, tossing his jeans and boxers on the ground.
Glancing over his naked form, she let out a sharp, biting laugh.
"Heh, thought so," she said mockingly "Me and my friends actually joked about this a few days ago. Guess it's true. The likelihood of a westerner to come into this country really is directly proportional to the width of his gut, and inversely to the length of his tool."
"I guess so," he replied dully.
What she was implying was not the reason he moved there. He simply flunked school and guessed that an unskilled westerner can make much more money in a damn-near Third World country like Ukraine, where just employing him would be seen as a status symbol by many, than trying to compete in Germany or other western countries, where he didn't stand out in any way and most people were better qualified than him.
If he knew the way he'd end up, though...
"You are rather slim, so I was wondering what was wrong with you," she said, "Of course, it was the obvious."
He just nodded quickly, hoping that this was going to end soon and he'll be able to go back to work, not seeing her for another week. She has him standing with his cock exposed, what more could she want?
"Stroke it," she commanded, as he looked her in the eyes, shocked "Show me how big your little Ant-Man can get."
He just continued to look her in the eyes, confused, shocked even. Surely, she didn't want him to?
"You're deaf again or what?" she asked, "I said, stroke it."
"Erm, B-Boss, I-I-I'm sorry but that's, really disgusting, and, I," he stammered.
"I don't want to hear any fucking objections or protests from you," she spat out "You're going to jerk that tiny needle hanging under your gut and show me how big your Captain Atom can get, or I'll get seriously angry. Considering the fact that I pay your wages and am the only reason you aren't detained in prison with murderers and other scum like other illegals are, I highly doubt that you would want me to get seriously angry."
Silence took over the room as his gaze fell on the ground in defeat.
