Chapter 3: Chapter 3
The auditors' voices faded down the corridor. Ingrid's forehead stayed pressed against the cool wall, her knees aching on the carpet. The plug held Marek's seed deep inside her, a constant pressure, and the come on her cheek had started to flake.
She heard the heavy boardroom door click shut. The room fell silent. Then footsteps crossed the floor toward her, and Leo's hand closed in her platinum hair, pulling her head back from the wall.
"On your hands and knees," he said. "We're going for a walk."
They dragged her out of the boardroom on all fours. The corridor was a glass tube, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the executive wing. Every office was occupied. Every pair of eyes lifted as the three of them emerged, their co-CEOs and the naked creature crawling between them.
Ingrid moved across the polished stone, knees sliding with each step. She felt the gazes like heat on her skin, dozens of employees watching through the glass as her husbands paraded her past their desks. Marek walked beside her, one hand resting on her hair, his thumb stroking idly.
"Wave, sweetheart," he said. "Let them see you."
She lifted one hand from the floor and gave a small, pathetic wave. From behind a window, someone laughed. The sound was muffled, but she heard it clearly.
They stopped at the first office. Leo rapped his knuckles against the glass, and the man inside, a senior VP with grey hair, looked up from his monitor. Leo curled his fingers under the latex collar still around Ingrid's throat and pulled her upright on trembling legs. He dragged her forward until her chest pressed flat against the cold glass.
"Show him what we had done," Leo said.
Ingrid pressed her enhanced breasts against the window, the weight of them flattening against the surface. The VP's eyes widened as he took her in, hanging there like a piece of meat on display. He swallowed hard and nodded, then turned back to his work.
Marek laughed, patting her ass. "Good boy. He knows the rules."
They moved on. At each office, the pattern repeated. Leo made her press her body against the glass, her breasts and the exaggerated swell of her hips visible to every employee. Marek whispered filth in her ear as she shivered against the cold surface.
"Can you feel them staring, baby? Every one of them knows you're nothing but a cunt on legs. They think we're so powerful. They have no idea you're the one who keeps us warm all night."
At the end of the corridor, the elevator doors gleamed with brushed steel. Leo pressed the button and wound the heavy leather belt through his fingers, then wrapped it around Ingrid's throat, pulling her forward like a dog on a leash.
"We're going down to the lobby," he said. "You'll stay on your hands and knees. If you look up at anyone, I'll fill your mouth with my cock until you choke."
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. No one was inside, but the ceiling glinted with half a dozen camera lenses.
Leo led her in on all fours. Marek followed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The doors closed, and the elevator began to descend. The floor indicator ticked from forty to thirty-nine to thirty-eight.
"Bend her over the railing," Marek said.
Leo grabbed Ingrid's hips and flipped her onto her back, her chest resting on the polished brass rail that ran along the back wall. Her bare ass faced the elevator doors. Marek moved behind her and unzipped his trousers, his cock springing free, already hard.
"Camera three has a clear view," he said, pointing at the small red light above the door. "There's a man in the security room who's going to jerk off to this tonight."
He pulled the plug from her cunt with a wet pop. The sound echoed in the confined space. He didn't waste a moment. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock inside her, the obscene tightness of her swallowing the full length of him in one brutal stroke.
Ingrid bit down on the railing. The brass tasted of polish.
"This is what you're for," Marek grunted, his hips slapping against her ass. "A warm hole to dump our seed in. Nobody's going to buy you dinner or call you by your name. You're ours."
Leo stood to the side, stroking himself slowly, his grey eyes fixed on the point where Marek's body disappeared into Ingrid's. "Look at the camera," he said. "Smile."
Ingrid looked up, past the sweat beading in her eyes, and found the small red light in the corner of the ceiling. She bared her teeth in something close to a smile. Her eyes were glassy.
"Beautiful," Leo murmured. "They'll be talking about this for weeks."
Marek came with a low groan, emptying himself deep inside her. He stayed there a moment, her body clenching around him, then pulled out and shoved the plug back in place. He zipped his trousers and took the leash from Leo's hand.
"Your turn," he said.
Leo stepped behind her. He didn't bother with positioning. He pushed her head down against the railing and drove his cock into her from behind, using Marek's seed to glide in easily. The sensation was overwhelming, her cunt already so full and tender.
"Keep your legs wide," Leo said, his voice strained. "I want to see your ass swallow my balls."
She complied, her knees sliding apart on the elevator floor. Leo fucked her with hard, measured strokes, his cock moving in and out with wet, obscene sounds. The floor indicator ticked past twenty, past fifteen.
"Say thank you," Leo grunted.
"Thank you," she breathed.
"Louder."
"Thank you, Leo."
He came inside her with a sharp gasp, his hips pressing flush against her ass as he emptied himself. He pulled out slowly, and she felt the thick liquid begin to leak down her thighs. He slammed the plug back in, hard enough to make her gasp.
The doors slid open at the lobby. Two security guards stood at their posts, their eyes snapping to the sight of the co-CEOs leading their naked, plugged wife across the polished marble on a leather leash. She crawled on all fours, her knees aching, her cunt full to bursting, come drying on her thighs.
Not one of them said a word. They just watched her go.
The penthouse was cool and quiet. The locks engaged behind them. Leo unclipped the leash from her throat and led her to the bathroom, stripping the ruined latex scraps from her body. The material had left red welts on her skin.
They bathed her in silence, washing the sweat and come from her body with slow, methodical strokes. Then they led her back to the bedroom and chained her to the bedframe, kneeling, the plug still deep inside her.
"One hour," Leo said, checking his watch. "You'll stay exactly like this. Kneeling. Quiet. Full. If you move even an inch, we'll know."
They left. The door clicked shut. The locks engaged.
Ingrid knelt in the silence. Her knees ached. Her cunt throbbed around the plug, the combined weight of their seed pressing against her walls. Her mouth was dry and tasted of come and latex.
She could have moved. She could have pulled the plug out and crawled to the bathroom. She could have screamed, or cried, or tried to break the leather cuffs that chafed her wrists.
Instead she stayed. Minutes passed. Her muscles screamed. The tears started silently, running down her cheeks and dripping onto the silk sheets beneath her.
An hour later, the door opened.
Leo and Marek stood in the doorway, fully dressed, their faces unreadable. They looked at her. Still kneeling. Still quiet. The plug still firmly seated inside her. The tears had dried into pale tracks on her cheeks.
"Well," Marek said softly. "Look at that. She behaved."
Leo crossed the room and crouched in front of her. He cupped her cheek, wiping away the last trace of a tear with his thumb. His grey eyes held hers, and for a moment, there was something almost soft in his expression.
"Good girl," he said.
Then he unzipped his trousers and pressed his cock against her lips. Ingrid opened her mouth, obeying without hesitation, and he slid into her throat.
"Let me rest here a moment," he murmured, his hips pressing deeper. "I had a long day. Warm me until I'm ready for another round."
Marek moved behind her, unbuckling his belt. "And after that," he said, "we're going to see how many times we can fill you before you pass out. Set a new record."
Ingrid took a breath through her nose, the scent of him filling her senses. Her body was sore, full, aching, used. The tears had dried on her cheeks. She didn't move.
She stayed. She took it. And she knew, without needing to be told, that this was exactly where she belonged.