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"Thanks..." She said the words with obvious disinterest, not even making eye contact with the man as he finished up. Instead, her head was leaned back against the cool tile wall, staring off the far corner of the restroom ceiling like it had something more interesting to offer her.
The man grunted a bit, maybe in response but more likely just the kind of noise an old suit like him made whenever he was done emptying his balls. He was some fat cat department manager from one of the other parts of the office. She didn't know him personally but knew he had a reputation as a no-nonsense company man. Really, it'd have been within his rights to reprimand her further for failing to say the full "thank you, sir" with enthusiasm, as the employee handbook mandated. But she knew he wouldn't even be listening to her; it was hardly her first time getting officially disciplined.
He wiped the head of his flagging cock clean against her stomach, smearing the left over cum into the fabric of her button-up blouse, before zipping himself back up. He didn't look at her, either, as he turned to walk to the nearest sink. He hadn't really looked at her the entire time. Or said a word to her. A career man like that is old enough to stop caring what bitch or other the company put out for use long ago. As he groaned at the aging strain of leaning over the sink, she slowly let the front of her black panties relax back against her skin. Maybe it was just how many times she'd been written up by then but letting the old man's warm cum press against her skin and cunt was hardly the punishment it once was. Feeling his spent jizz soak against her along with the half-dozen other loads from her various coworkers was basically the best part of all this, in her mind.
The old manager shuffled out of the restroom, leaving her alone with the fluorescent lights. She sighed and rested her ass back against the tile wall, wiping her fingers clean on her bare thighs. Officially, this punishment was called "Minor Toilet Duty" in the employee handbook. One of the corrective actions supervisors and managers could take without any tedious HR paperwork, it was intended for small mistakes or infractions that didn't require a formal write-up in an employee's permanent file. Often as not, at least one unlucky bitch would get marked for this disciplinary duty just because there wasn't someone already serving out a punishment in the restroom. Newer supervisors might try to trump up some bullshit reason for why the employee needed punishing. More veteran supervisors would just toss a random cunt from their team into the restroom, knowing that HR rarely cared what happened in the day-to-day.
So here she was, her black slacks dropped around her ankles, stretching the front of her cum-soaked panties out for any of her coworkers that wanted to relieve themselves on a jizz rag. She'd actually hoped to get some work done today; finishing up the big file her supervisor had assigned to her would have gone a long way toward securing her yearly performance bonus.
"Jessica! Who'd have thought I'd run into you, here?"
The young man's voice startled her with how loud it was. Her team member was clearly enjoying the sight of her leaning against the restroom wall, semen caked around her groin and dripping into her pants around her feet.
"Save it, asshole," she replied, once she'd recovered from the surprise. She went back to staring off at the ceiling corner, doing her best to look unfazed by his presence.
"Aw, now, that's not what you're supposed to say, is it, bitch?" He didn't miss a beat in walking closer to her, unzipping his trousers with his usual smug grin.
Jessica clenched her teeth before hooking her thumbs back into the waist of her ruined panties and stretching them out taught in front of her. She refused to meet the man's gaze as she recited the mandatory line through her teeth.
"... I'm the whore on Minor Toilet Duty. Please feel free to cum on me."
"See how much more pleasant everything is when you follow the rules?" He said with a cheery tone, seemingly getting more enjoyment out of torturing her than actually using her. He pressed his weight onto his left hand against the wall beside her head, cutting off her eyeline and forcing her to look up at him. His other hand gripped his exposed cock casually, already jerking its length above her outstretched underwear.
"So, how'd a hard-working cunt like you end up in here," he asked as if making small talk, the sound of him jerking himself off between them of no concern.
"You fucking know how I ended up in here! You set me up, bastard," she hissed the words, not daring to let anyone passing by in the hallway outside hear that she was being combative during a disciplinary action.
"Come on, now, Jessica... It's not my fault you're too fucking stupid to add numbers correctly." He stared down at her and increased the speed of his stokes, dropping the mask as he got off on her impotent anger.
She bit her tongue and turned her head to the other side, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching her eyes as he tore her down. She could feel the wet head of his cock bumping against her mound every few strokes, his precum smearing across her smooth skin. "I didn't mess up any numbers... We both know you fucking lied to our boss because you can't get your limp dick to work unless you're being an unrepentant asshole."
He looked up and let out a full-bellied laugh that echoed around the office restroom before staring back down at his smaller coworker. "I wouldn't call it 'lying'. Stupid cumholes like you always fuck something up, eventually. It's best to just get ahead of the problem and put you where you can do your one real job."
His cock head was fully rubbing against her cunt, each stroke of his fist grinding the cum cocktail between her lips as he pressed himself closer to her. The handbook made it clear that touching wasn't allowed during "minor" disciplinary action since any full-contact punishments required the requisite HR paperwork. He could technically get in trouble for rubbing his cock into her clit like this but everyone knew it was an unenforced rule.
"We'll see how you feel when they promote me first and I fire your lazy ass, cock sucker..." She chewed through the retort more loudly than before, her face clearly showing anger even if she was staring at the floor.
Without warning, he pulled back and slapped her face with his pre-cum coated hand so hard that she twisted around to face the wall. Her feet caught in her slacks around her ankles and she had to catch herself with both hands against the tiled wall. She blinked and sucked in a breath as her brain caught up with the situation, her cheek and chest pressed against the wall for balance. A little rubbing was overlooked but beating a cunt required a full paper trail through HR, just so things didn't get our of hand in the office. She knew this could be enough to get this asshole sent home.
"You can't-... fucking hit me!" She panted out, the adrenaline and radiating pain in her face making her unsteady.
"I'll fucking kill you, if I want, bitch! No one's gonna believe a fuck-up cum toilet if it complains..." He barked the words into her face as he pinned the side of her head tightly to the wall with his large hand. He dug into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a folded pocket knife. "You clearly didn't get raped enough to know what the fuck you are, you worthless jizz trap!"
Her eyes widened at the obscured sight of the blade that he clicked open in his grip. She tried to free herself from under his weight but he was far too strong and her feet were still tangled together in her pants beneath her. She gasped at the feeling of the hard, cold steel sliding quickly from her hip to her thigh but there wasn't any of the pain she expected from a cut. He'd run the blunt back of the blade against her skin while cutting the side of her sopping panties in half. Then he stretched his free arm to the other side, keeping her skull crushed to the tile wall as he cut the remaining side of her panties the same way. She felt her cum-soaked underwear drop away from her groin, followed by the click of the pocket knife being folded back up.
"Now do me a favor and shut the fuck up," he snapped as his hand came up to her face. He forcefully stuffed the ruined cum rag that had been her panties into her gasping mouth, using two big fingers to shove the slick fabric to the back of her throat until she gagged. When he pulled his fingers back out of her face, he quickly moved it down to grab his cock. She could feel him carelessly prodding the head of his cock against both of her freshly exposed holes as he angrily looked for an entrance into her. She reached her hand up instinctively to try to pull the clogging fabric out of her mouth just in time to feel his rigid shaft slam up into her cunt, pinning her stomach to the wall as he pushed his hips against her round ass.
"You know, you're the only bitch on our team I haven't gotten to rape, yet," he said with barely restrained anger. With his cock firmly hilted inside his coworker, he brought his hand back up to pin her wrist to the wall high over her head, cutting off her attempt to drag the cum-flavored panties from her throat. Holding her by her wrist and her skull, he started to slam his hips against her ass, coring her out through her cunt for his own satisfaction.
"You're the boss' favorite little cock sucker, aren't you? Never fucking up enough to get demoted to a cocksleeve... Always doing your work like a diligent little bitch, huh? But you did fuck up. You were stupid enough to be born with a fucking cunt. So get- fucking- raped- and die- bitch!" He nearly yelled the final words into her ear as he hatefucked her cockhole over and over. As she continued gagging and gasping for air, he finally rammed his stiff cock so hard up her helpless bitchhole that her heels lifted off the ground and he blew spiteful ropes of cum against the end of her cunt for interminable seconds.
Without warning, he pulled his hips back and let go of her wrist and head at the same time, letting her crumple to the floor in front of him. The force of the fall dislodged the rag from her mouth and she sputtered in a ragged breath before coughing. He stared down at her, shaking the remaining cum from the end of his cock onto her squirming body before squatting down to wipe his sloppy dick clean in her hair.
"Nothing personal, bitch. Just learn your place or fuck off." He gave her bare ass a firm slap before standing back up, his usual smug grin returning to his face. He promptly zipped up and moved to wash his hands as another man entered. Seeing her lying against the wall, her pants around her feet and her torn panties slopped beside her face, he looked around the restroom inquisitively.
"Oh, what's this? Are we able to fuck this one?" The new man asked as Jessica's teammate dried his hands to leave.
"Yup. Bitch pissed the boss man off so do what you want. Cunt's a bit messy, though; probably best to use its ass..." Jessica's teammate smiled helpfully at the man and moved past him to return to his desk, as if it'd been any other restroom break.
The man grunted a bit, maybe in response but more likely just the kind of noise an old suit like him made whenever he was done emptying his balls. He was some fat cat department manager from one of the other parts of the office. She didn't know him personally but knew he had a reputation as a no-nonsense company man. Really, it'd have been within his rights to reprimand her further for failing to say the full "thank you, sir" with enthusiasm, as the employee handbook mandated. But she knew he wouldn't even be listening to her; it was hardly her first time getting officially disciplined.
He wiped the head of his flagging cock clean against her stomach, smearing the left over cum into the fabric of her button-up blouse, before zipping himself back up. He didn't look at her, either, as he turned to walk to the nearest sink. He hadn't really looked at her the entire time. Or said a word to her. A career man like that is old enough to stop caring what bitch or other the company put out for use long ago. As he groaned at the aging strain of leaning over the sink, she slowly let the front of her black panties relax back against her skin. Maybe it was just how many times she'd been written up by then but letting the old man's warm cum press against her skin and cunt was hardly the punishment it once was. Feeling his spent jizz soak against her along with the half-dozen other loads from her various coworkers was basically the best part of all this, in her mind.
The old manager shuffled out of the restroom, leaving her alone with the fluorescent lights. She sighed and rested her ass back against the tile wall, wiping her fingers clean on her bare thighs. Officially, this punishment was called "Minor Toilet Duty" in the employee handbook. One of the corrective actions supervisors and managers could take without any tedious HR paperwork, it was intended for small mistakes or infractions that didn't require a formal write-up in an employee's permanent file. Often as not, at least one unlucky bitch would get marked for this disciplinary duty just because there wasn't someone already serving out a punishment in the restroom. Newer supervisors might try to trump up some bullshit reason for why the employee needed punishing. More veteran supervisors would just toss a random cunt from their team into the restroom, knowing that HR rarely cared what happened in the day-to-day.
So here she was, her black slacks dropped around her ankles, stretching the front of her cum-soaked panties out for any of her coworkers that wanted to relieve themselves on a jizz rag. She'd actually hoped to get some work done today; finishing up the big file her supervisor had assigned to her would have gone a long way toward securing her yearly performance bonus.
"Jessica! Who'd have thought I'd run into you, here?"
The young man's voice startled her with how loud it was. Her team member was clearly enjoying the sight of her leaning against the restroom wall, semen caked around her groin and dripping into her pants around her feet.
"Save it, asshole," she replied, once she'd recovered from the surprise. She went back to staring off at the ceiling corner, doing her best to look unfazed by his presence.
"Aw, now, that's not what you're supposed to say, is it, bitch?" He didn't miss a beat in walking closer to her, unzipping his trousers with his usual smug grin.
Jessica clenched her teeth before hooking her thumbs back into the waist of her ruined panties and stretching them out taught in front of her. She refused to meet the man's gaze as she recited the mandatory line through her teeth.
"... I'm the whore on Minor Toilet Duty. Please feel free to cum on me."
"See how much more pleasant everything is when you follow the rules?" He said with a cheery tone, seemingly getting more enjoyment out of torturing her than actually using her. He pressed his weight onto his left hand against the wall beside her head, cutting off her eyeline and forcing her to look up at him. His other hand gripped his exposed cock casually, already jerking its length above her outstretched underwear.
"So, how'd a hard-working cunt like you end up in here," he asked as if making small talk, the sound of him jerking himself off between them of no concern.
"You fucking know how I ended up in here! You set me up, bastard," she hissed the words, not daring to let anyone passing by in the hallway outside hear that she was being combative during a disciplinary action.
"Come on, now, Jessica... It's not my fault you're too fucking stupid to add numbers correctly." He stared down at her and increased the speed of his stokes, dropping the mask as he got off on her impotent anger.
She bit her tongue and turned her head to the other side, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching her eyes as he tore her down. She could feel the wet head of his cock bumping against her mound every few strokes, his precum smearing across her smooth skin. "I didn't mess up any numbers... We both know you fucking lied to our boss because you can't get your limp dick to work unless you're being an unrepentant asshole."
He looked up and let out a full-bellied laugh that echoed around the office restroom before staring back down at his smaller coworker. "I wouldn't call it 'lying'. Stupid cumholes like you always fuck something up, eventually. It's best to just get ahead of the problem and put you where you can do your one real job."
His cock head was fully rubbing against her cunt, each stroke of his fist grinding the cum cocktail between her lips as he pressed himself closer to her. The handbook made it clear that touching wasn't allowed during "minor" disciplinary action since any full-contact punishments required the requisite HR paperwork. He could technically get in trouble for rubbing his cock into her clit like this but everyone knew it was an unenforced rule.
"We'll see how you feel when they promote me first and I fire your lazy ass, cock sucker..." She chewed through the retort more loudly than before, her face clearly showing anger even if she was staring at the floor.
Without warning, he pulled back and slapped her face with his pre-cum coated hand so hard that she twisted around to face the wall. Her feet caught in her slacks around her ankles and she had to catch herself with both hands against the tiled wall. She blinked and sucked in a breath as her brain caught up with the situation, her cheek and chest pressed against the wall for balance. A little rubbing was overlooked but beating a cunt required a full paper trail through HR, just so things didn't get our of hand in the office. She knew this could be enough to get this asshole sent home.
"You can't-... fucking hit me!" She panted out, the adrenaline and radiating pain in her face making her unsteady.
"I'll fucking kill you, if I want, bitch! No one's gonna believe a fuck-up cum toilet if it complains..." He barked the words into her face as he pinned the side of her head tightly to the wall with his large hand. He dug into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a folded pocket knife. "You clearly didn't get raped enough to know what the fuck you are, you worthless jizz trap!"
Her eyes widened at the obscured sight of the blade that he clicked open in his grip. She tried to free herself from under his weight but he was far too strong and her feet were still tangled together in her pants beneath her. She gasped at the feeling of the hard, cold steel sliding quickly from her hip to her thigh but there wasn't any of the pain she expected from a cut. He'd run the blunt back of the blade against her skin while cutting the side of her sopping panties in half. Then he stretched his free arm to the other side, keeping her skull crushed to the tile wall as he cut the remaining side of her panties the same way. She felt her cum-soaked underwear drop away from her groin, followed by the click of the pocket knife being folded back up.
"Now do me a favor and shut the fuck up," he snapped as his hand came up to her face. He forcefully stuffed the ruined cum rag that had been her panties into her gasping mouth, using two big fingers to shove the slick fabric to the back of her throat until she gagged. When he pulled his fingers back out of her face, he quickly moved it down to grab his cock. She could feel him carelessly prodding the head of his cock against both of her freshly exposed holes as he angrily looked for an entrance into her. She reached her hand up instinctively to try to pull the clogging fabric out of her mouth just in time to feel his rigid shaft slam up into her cunt, pinning her stomach to the wall as he pushed his hips against her round ass.
"You know, you're the only bitch on our team I haven't gotten to rape, yet," he said with barely restrained anger. With his cock firmly hilted inside his coworker, he brought his hand back up to pin her wrist to the wall high over her head, cutting off her attempt to drag the cum-flavored panties from her throat. Holding her by her wrist and her skull, he started to slam his hips against her ass, coring her out through her cunt for his own satisfaction.
"You're the boss' favorite little cock sucker, aren't you? Never fucking up enough to get demoted to a cocksleeve... Always doing your work like a diligent little bitch, huh? But you did fuck up. You were stupid enough to be born with a fucking cunt. So get- fucking- raped- and die- bitch!" He nearly yelled the final words into her ear as he hatefucked her cockhole over and over. As she continued gagging and gasping for air, he finally rammed his stiff cock so hard up her helpless bitchhole that her heels lifted off the ground and he blew spiteful ropes of cum against the end of her cunt for interminable seconds.
Without warning, he pulled his hips back and let go of her wrist and head at the same time, letting her crumple to the floor in front of him. The force of the fall dislodged the rag from her mouth and she sputtered in a ragged breath before coughing. He stared down at her, shaking the remaining cum from the end of his cock onto her squirming body before squatting down to wipe his sloppy dick clean in her hair.
"Nothing personal, bitch. Just learn your place or fuck off." He gave her bare ass a firm slap before standing back up, his usual smug grin returning to his face. He promptly zipped up and moved to wash his hands as another man entered. Seeing her lying against the wall, her pants around her feet and her torn panties slopped beside her face, he looked around the restroom inquisitively.
"Oh, what's this? Are we able to fuck this one?" The new man asked as Jessica's teammate dried his hands to leave.
"Yup. Bitch pissed the boss man off so do what you want. Cunt's a bit messy, though; probably best to use its ass..." Jessica's teammate smiled helpfully at the man and moved past him to return to his desk, as if it'd been any other restroom break.