Chapter 3: Submission Complete
The command, sharp as a knife against Cassie’s raw nerves, sliced through the fading echoes of her own scream. "Get on your knees." Amanda’s hand remained tangled in her hair, the grip unforgiving, forcing Cassie’s head back, exposing the column of her throat marked with possessive bruises. Cassie’s legs, already jelly from the brutal orgasm against the wall, nearly buckled. The cool wood of the desk pressed into her backside, a stark anchor point in the swirling haze of exhaustion and renewed, terrifying arousal. She slid down, her knees hitting the smooth, cool floorboards with a soft thud. The torn legging scraped against her skin. The scent of her own release, mingled with Amanda’s sweat and the lingering sandalwood incense, was thick in her nostrils, a heady reminder of her utter debasement.
Amanda loomed above her, a powerful silhouette against the dim salt lamp glow. Her breathing was still slightly ragged, her green eyes burning with a fierce, unquenched fire. Cassie’s gaze was level with Amanda’s taut stomach, the defined muscles leading down to the glistening delta of dark curls, slick and swollen. The scent here was muskier, primal. Amanda’s hand tightened in Cassie’s hair, pulling her head forward a fraction. "Look at it," Amanda demanded, her voice rough. "Look at what you made me. Look at what you’re fucking worshipping."
Cassie obeyed, her eyes fixed on Amanda’s pussy. The dark pink folds were parted, glistening with arousal, the swollen hood of her clit visibly pulsing. Cassie’s own cunt throbbed in sympathetic response, a fresh wave of wetness seeping between her thighs. Shame warred with a desperate, humiliating need. She’d never been commanded like this, forced to submit so completely. The sting of the bite marks on her neck flared.
"Taste it," Amanda growled, shifting her hips forward, pressing her wet cunt against Cassie’s lips. The sudden, intimate contact made Cassie flinch, the heat and the salty-musky tang overwhelming. "Open your fucking mouth." Cassie’s lips parted instinctively. Amanda didn’t wait. She ground herself against Cassie’s mouth, smearing her wetness over her lips, chin, cheeks. The rough curls scratched Cassie’s skin. "Lick," Amanda ordered, grinding harder. "Clean it up, you messy bitch."
Cassie’s tongue extended tentatively, swiping through the slickness coating her own lips. The taste exploded on her tongue – Amanda’s unique flavor, intense and complex, a blend of salt and musk and something indescribably female. It should have repulsed her. Instead, a low moan vibrated in her throat, surprising even herself. She pressed her tongue forward, searching, lapping at Amanda’s outer lips, gathering the wetness.
"Fucking deeper," Amanda snarled, her hips jerking forward. She gripped Cassie’s hair like a handle, forcing her mouth tighter against her cunt. "Get that tongue inside me, slut." Cassie pushed her tongue harder, probing, parting Amanda’s slick folds. She found the swollen entrance, pressed the flat of her tongue against it, tasting the deeper, richer source. Amanda groaned, a deep sound of satisfaction that vibrated through Cassie’s skull. "Yeah… fuck yes… like that." Amanda’s free hand came down to spread herself wider, exposing her glistening core completely. "Now suck my clit," she commanded, breathless. "Suck it hard. Show me how fucking hungry you are."
Cassie’s lips closed around the hard, throbbing nub. She sucked, tentatively at first, then with increasing pressure, swirling her tongue over the sensitive peak. Amanda’s hips bucked against her face. "Harder! Fucking suck it, you tease!" Cassie obeyed, sucking Amanda’s clit fiercely between her lips, applying relentless pressure with her tongue. The taste intensified, flooding her senses. Amanda’s groans turned guttural. Her thighs clamped around Cassie’s head, trapping her.
"Good… fucking perfect little cocksucker," Amanda panted. Her hands were both in Cassie’s hair now, fisting the blonde strands mercilessly, controlling the rhythm. "Now open wide. Take it all." Before Cassie could fully prepare, Amanda surged forward. Her hips drove her cunt hard against Cassie’s face. The swollen clit pressed against Cassie’s lips, then her nose was buried in coarse curls as Amanda’s wet heat completely covered her mouth and nose. Cassie gasped, trying to breathe through the suffocating pressure, the intense scent and taste overwhelming. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Amanda’s grip in her hair was iron, holding her fast. "Breathe through it, bitch," Amanda hissed, grinding down with brutal force. "Take it. Fucking take my cunt."
Cassie felt panic rising, her lungs burning. She fought for air, her mouth forced wide open by the relentless pressure. Amanda’s wet folds smothered her. She tasted the thick, musky fluid coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth. She gagged slightly, tears springing to her eyes. "Don’t you fucking gag on me!" Amanda snapped, pulling her head back just enough for Cassie to draw a ragged, sobbing breath before slamming her cunt back down over Cassie’s face. "You wanted this. You begged for it. Now fucking eat me."
Amanda began fucking Cassie’s face in earnest, a relentless, piston-like motion. She pulled Cassie’s head forward onto her cunt with brutal force, then dragged her back, only to slam forward again. Cassie’s mouth was forced wide open each time, her lips stretched around Amanda’s pussy, her tongue flattened. Saliva mixed with Amanda’s juices, running down Cassie’s chin onto her chest. The sounds were obscenely wet – sucking, slurping, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Cassie’s jaw ached. Her neck screamed from being wrenched back and forth. Tears streamed freely down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the slick mess on her face. Yet, a dark, shameful fire burned low in her belly. Each brutal thrust, each suffocating moment when Amanda’s cunt sealed over her face, each guttural moan from above, stoked that fire. She was being used, degraded, reduced to nothing but a warm, wet hole for Amanda’s pleasure. And her traitorous body screamed more.
"Fuck, your mouth…" Amanda gasped, her voice thick with lust and exertion. She pulled Cassie’s head back sharply, allowing her a desperate gasp of air. Cassie’s lips felt bruised, swollen. Her vision swam. Amanda’s glistening cunt hovered inches from her face, swollen and demanding. "Look at you," Amanda panted, staring down at Cassie’s wrecked face – smeared with her juices, tear-streaked, eyes wide with a mix of pain and dazed arousal. "Look at what you fucking are." She released one handful of hair and grabbed Cassie’s jaw, forcing her mouth open wide again. "Wider, whore." Cassie obeyed, stretching her aching jaw. Amanda plunged two fingers deep into her own soaked cunt, gathering a thick coating of her slick juices, then shoved them roughly into Cassie’s waiting mouth.
Cassie gagged as the fingers, tasting intensely of Amanda’s core, pushed deep over her tongue. "Suck them clean," Amanda ordered, thrusting her fingers in and out of Cassie’s mouth with the same brutal rhythm she’d used on her pussy. Cassie sucked feebly, her jaw screaming, her throat working around the intrusion. "Harder! Like you mean it, you fucking slut!" Cassie sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue swirling around Amanda’s probing fingers. She tasted herself mingled with Amanda, the flavor potent, overwhelming. Amanda groaned, holding Cassie’s jaw clamped shut around her fingers. "Good girl… filthy little mouth whore…" She pulled her glistening fingers out with a wet pop, then immediately pressed her cunt back against Cassie’s face. "Back to work."
The relentless face-fucking resumed. Amanda rode Cassie’s mouth with savage abandon, grinding her clit hard against Cassie’s nose and upper lip, driving her slick entrance down over her lower lip and tongue. Cassie was lost in a whirlwind of sensation – the ache, the suffocation, the brutal, overwhelming taste, the sound of Amanda’s escalating moans, the wet slap of flesh. Her own arousal was a pulsing, insistent throb between her legs, a constant counterpoint to the degradation. She felt Amanda’s muscles tensing, her thighs clamping tighter. The pace became frantic, erratic.
"Oh fuck… fuck yes… right there… Don’t stop…" Amanda’s voice was a ragged gasp. She slammed down hard, grinding her clit against Cassie’s face with furious pressure, holding Cassie’s head locked against her. "Suck it! Suck my fucking clit NOW!" Cassie sucked with desperate, bruising force. Amanda’s body went rigid. A guttural cry tore from her throat, raw and primal. Cassie felt the violent clenching of Amanda’s inner muscles against her lips and tongue as Amanda’s orgasm ripped through her. Hot, wet fluid flooded Cassie’s mouth, thick and salty-musky, the taste exploding anew. Amanda held Cassie’s face buried deep in her cunt, grinding through the powerful contractions, her cries echoing off the office walls and the distant hum of the studio beyond.
Slowly, the tension bled out of Amanda. Her grip on Cassie’s hair loosened fractionally. She pulled back, her cunt glistening and swollen, leaving Cassie gasping on her knees, her face slick with Amanda’s juices, her mouth filled with the potent taste of her release. Cassie coughed, swallowing convulsively, the salty fluid coating her throat. Her jaw throbbed. Her neck felt like it might snap. She swayed on her knees, utterly spent, a mess of tears, sweat, and Amanda’s essence.
Amanda looked down at her, panting, a sheen of sweat on her own skin. Her expression wasn’t satisfaction, but something darker, hungrier still. The calm yogi was utterly annihilated, replaced by a predator whose appetite had only been whetted. She reached down, not to help Cassie up, but to trace a possessive finger through the slick mess on Cassie’s cheek. She brought the finger to her own lips, tasting it, her eyes never leaving Cassie’s dazed ones. "Still got work to do," she murmured, her voice husky with spent pleasure and renewed intent. Her gaze flickered past Cassie, towards the large mirror on the opposite wall, reflecting their debauched image – the powerful woman standing over her kneeling wreck. "Get up." Amanda’s hand fisted in Cassie’s hair again, not gently. "The mirror’s waiting."
Amanda’s grip in Cassie’s hair yanked her upright, forcing her onto shaky legs. The motion sent fresh jolts through her bruised neck, the bite marks pulsing like brands. "Look," Amanda commanded, twisting Cassie towards the large mirror dominating one wall. Cassie flinched. The reflection was a brutal tableau: her own face smeared with Amanda's drying juices, tear tracks cutting through the mess, lips swollen and red. Beside her wreckage, Amanda stood tall, sweat-slicked and powerful, her expression predatory, satisfied, demanding more. "See what you are," Amanda rasped, her fingers digging into Cassie's scalp. "My filthy little mess." Cassie’s stomach lurched, shame and arousal warring violently within her trembling frame.
Amanda shoved her forward. Cassie stumbled, her bare feet slipping slightly on the polished wood floor still damp from her earlier release. She caught herself on the edge of the desk, rattling a pile of stacked towels. The cool wood anchored her momentarily against the dizziness. Amanda pressed against her back, skin hot against Cassie’s sweat-slick spine. One hand snaked around Cassie's waist, fingers immediately finding her wet, tender cunt, tracing the swollen lips. Cassie gasped, arching instinctively. "Still dripping," Amanda breathed against her ear, her voice thick. "Even after all that, you're still a needy fucking slut." Her fingers pushed inside, two knuckles deep, a sudden, claiming stretch that made Cassie cry out. "The mirror, Cassie. Look at it while I play with your greedy hole."
Cassie forced her eyes up, meeting her own wide, panicked gaze in the glass. She watched Amanda's muscled forearm flex as her fingers pumped relentlessly inside her. She saw her own flushed face, mouth falling open in a silent moan as Amanda curled those fingers, striking a spot that sent white sparks across her vision. Her hips rocked back uncontrollably, fucking herself on Amanda’s hand. "Oh God," she whimpered, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. "Amanda... please..."
"Please what?" Amanda taunted, her free hand sliding up Cassie’s stomach to roughly squeeze a breast through the damp sports bra. "Please fuck this desperate pussy harder?" She added a third finger, stretching Cassie brutally, the burn merging with the intense pleasure. Cassie’s reflection showed her eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back against Amanda’s shoulder. "No," Amanda snapped, biting Cassie’s earlobe hard. "Eyes open. Watch yourself get fingered like a whore." Cassie’s eyes flew open, locking onto her own image as Amanda pistoned her fingers with savage speed. The wet, squelching sounds filled the air, obscene counterpoint to Cassie’s ragged gasps. She watched her own body writhe, saw the slick shine between her thighs coating Amanda’s thrusting hand, saw the utter loss of control etched on her features. It was horrifying. It was electrifying.
"See how much you love it?" Amanda hissed, her thumb finding Cassie’s clit, rubbing vicious circles. "See what a fucking natural you are?" Cassie’s legs trembled violently. The pressure built impossibly fast, amplified by the visual spectacle of her own degradation. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around the invading fingers. "Fuck, yes... gonna come," she choked out, her reflection’s mouth forming the words, eyes wide with desperate need.
Amanda laughed, a low, dark sound. "Not yet, you greedy bitch." She abruptly pulled her fingers out, slick and glistening. Cassie whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips twitching forward seeking friction. Amanda spun her around, slamming her back against the wall near the mirror. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs. Amanda dropped to her knees before her, her green eyes blazing up. "Spread," she ordered, slapping Cassie’s inner thigh. Cassie numbly obeyed, bracing herself against the wall, legs wide apart, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy to Amanda’s hungry gaze and the mirror’s relentless eye.
Amanda didn’t hesitate. She buried her face between Cassie’s thighs, tongue lashing her clit with brutal precision. Cassie screamed, her head hitting the wall. It was relentless, unforgiving pressure, the flat of Amanda’s tongue grinding against the hypersensitive nub, lips sucking hard. "Oh fuck! Oh god, don’t stop!" Cassie babbled, her fingers tangling in Amanda’s dark hair, not to pull away, but to hold her there. The dual sensation of Amanda’s mouth devouring her and the mirror reflecting the act – the dark head between her pale thighs, her own face contorted in ecstatic agony – pushed her dangerously close. She felt the orgasm gathering like a storm.
Amanda pulled back, leaving Cassie gasping on the precipice. "Turn around," she commanded, rising fluidly. "Bend over. Hands on the desk." Her voice brooked no argument. Cassie’s body moved on autopilot, trembling as she turned, placing her hands flat on the cool wood. She braced herself, ass presented towards Amanda, towards the mirror. She could see herself bent over, see Amanda standing behind her, tall and imposing. Amanda’s hands gripped Cassie’s hips, fingers digging in. Her thumbs spread Cassie’s ass cheeks wide, exposing her puckered hole to the cool air and Amanda’s intense scrutiny. Cassie flinched, a whimper escaping.
"Look at that pretty little asshole," Amanda murmured, her voice thick. She traced a single fingertip around the tight rim, the light touch sending shockwaves through Cassie. "Untouched." Cassie squeezed her eyes shut. "Look!" Amanda commanded sharply, delivering a sharp slap to Cassie’s ass cheek. The sting forced Cassie’s eyes open, locking onto her reflection’s horrified expression, the vulnerable exposure. "This belongs to me now, too." Amanda spat directly onto Cassie’s exposed hole. The warm wetness made Cassie gasp. A slick thumb pressed firmly against the tight ring of muscle, smearing the spit. "Relax," Amanda ordered, applying steady pressure. Cassie tried, muscles clenching involuntarily against the intrusion. "Fucking relax, Cassie," Amanda growled, pressing harder, the thumb breaching the tight sphincter with a sharp, stretching burn that made Cassie cry out.
"Fuck! It... burns..." Cassie gasped, her knuckles white on the desk edge.
"It’s supposed to," Amanda said, her voice low and relentless. The thumb worked deeper, a slow, deliberate invasion. Cassie panted, pushing back against the pressure despite the sting, the violation a dark, thrilling counterpoint to the fire still smoldering in her cunt. Amanda’s other hand slid down, fingers plunging back into Cassie’s wet pussy with two fingers, fucking her hard and fast. The dual penetration – thumb stretching her ass, fingers pistoning her cunt – was overwhelming, a dizzying overload of sensation. Cassie’s moans turned into high, choked cries. She watched her reflection’s mouth open in a silent scream, saw her hips bucking back onto Amanda’s invading hands.
"Taste it," Amanda demanded suddenly, her voice guttural. Her fingers withdrew from Cassie’s pussy, slick and dripping. She grabbed a fistful of Cassie’s blonde hair again, pulling her head back sharply. "Taste how fucking wet your cunt makes my fingers." She shoved her wet fingers into Cassie’s mouth. Cassie tasted herself, thick and musky, mingled with the faint metallic tang of spit. She sucked automatically, her tongue swirling around the digits. "Good slut," Amanda praised darkly, pulling her fingers out with a pop. "Now taste your ass." Cassie froze, understanding dawning with horrifying clarity. Amanda’s thumb was still buried knuckle-deep in her ass. "Lick it," Amanda commanded, her grip tightening on Cassie’s hair, forcing her head down towards her own exposed backside reflected in the mirror. "Lick my thumb clean. Rim yourself for me."
The humiliation was absolute. Cassie stared at the reflection of Amanda’s thumb protruding obscenely from her own ass, the spit glistening. The demand was perverse, degrading beyond anything before. Yet, the fire in Amanda’s eyes in the mirror, the relentless pressure inside her, the undeniable throb between her legs, pushed her forward. Trembling, Cassie extended her tongue. She pressed the flat of it against Amanda’s thumb where it disappeared inside her own tight ring of muscle. The taste was salt, skin, something primal and forbidden. She licked tentatively, the sensation bizarre, intimate, deeply violating. A low moan vibrated in her throat, part shame, part shocking arousal.
"Fucking deeper," Amanda snarled, grinding the thumb deeper inside. "Get that tongue right on the hole." Cassie obeyed, pressing her face closer, her tongue working harder, licking around the stretched rim, tasting her own tight, secret flesh and the spit. The coarse texture of Amanda’s thumb pressed against her tongue. The visual in the mirror – her head bent, tongue lapping desperately at her own asshole stretched around Amanda’s thumb – was devastating. Amanda groaned above her, a sound of pure, dark pleasure. "Yeah… that’s it… my filthy little bitch licking her own ass for me…" She began moving her thumb slightly, fucking Cassie’s asshole shallowly while Cassie’s tongue desperately followed the motion, trying to clean, to obey. The dual sensation – the stretch inside, the rasp of her own tongue outside – was bizarre, overwhelming, pushing Cassie towards a precipice she didn't understand. Her breath came in frantic sobs against her own skin, her body trembling violently, suspended between degradation and an unbearably intense, darkly blossoming pleasure. Amanda’s other hand snaked down again, fingers finding Cassie’s clit, rubbing hard, fast, setting fire to the tinderbox of sensation. Cassie screamed against herself, the sound muffled, as the world dissolved into blinding white heat.