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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 4 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

The story so far: Exploiting the control that he has over his
attractive female colleague, Royston makes Grace give the office
janitor a blowjob to further humiliate her. On the pretext of helping
her to cover the amount that she stole from the company, Royston
tricks Grace into signing up for a photography shoot for a client
with certain tastes..


Chapter Four (MF, nc, humiliation, forced masturbation)

Grace was dressed only in a tiny bikini under the bright lights
of the studio, as she posed for the camera. The poses started out
quite innocent. After thirty or forty shots though, the poses
became more suggestive and sexy. One the photographer had her put
her thumbs to the sides of her bikini bottom and pull the garment
halfway down. In another pose, she was asked to lean forward with
her hands on her knees, so that her cleavage would be showing.
Grace felt uncomfortable the whole time, as she was aware that
Nakamori was standing in the background, watching her.

Then there was a costume change to a different two piece suit.
This one was even skimpier than the first, and the top barely
covered Grace's breasts. After several shots, the photographer
asked her to stand with her back facing the camera, and told her
to take off her top completely. Finally there was a frontal shot
where she covered her naked breasts with her hands.

"Alright... we'll almost done", Joe said, changing his film in
his camera. Grace almost heaved a sigh of relief.

"Last roll," the photographer grinned, "let's try something more
adventurous."

Grace saw Joe rummage in a chest for something. "Okay, now stay
in position Grace, don't move."

Grace did not turn her head and could only glimpse from the
corner of her vision that Joe was approaching with something in
his hand. She cringed as she realized too late, that it was a
black leather collar that he was carrying, and he promptly placed
around her neck. "Don't move ! " he said.

FLASH! The flashbulb illuminated half the room and temporarily
blinded her.

"Oh yeah... that's fantastic," Joe said.

FLASH !

The photographer continued taking shots of Grace, in the skimpy
bikini, with the leather collar locked around her neck.

"Okay, that's fantastic. Stick out your bum more Grace, yes lean
forward... oh yes that's it.. Smile now."

Grace was in agony, trying to decide if she should just run and
worry about getting arrested later by the police on the theft
charges, or to endure more humiliation at the hands of the these
perverts.

"Alright, now can you please get on the sofa.. no...I mean all
fours..."

Grace felt a shiver run up a spine, but did not dare to protest.
She remembered what Royston said about following instructions
without question. She climbed onto the sofa, on her knees and
hands, her ass up. She looked into the camera. "Oh yeah..." the
photographer said.

FLASH!

"Let's add this", Nakamori said, and to Grace's horror, he
produced a leash. Locking it to her collar, he held the leash,
sitting just outside the view of the shot as the photographer
kept snapping away. She felt a wave of humiliation pass through
her, as she realized the kind of exploitative shots that they
were taking of her, and how she must have looked in these
cheesecake positions. No wonder this gig paid so handsomely.
Well, if she really got ten grand from this, it would be worth
it, she though. She desperately needed to pay back the money that
she took, so that she would be out of this whole contract and
having to take orders from Royston day in and day out.

Joe took several more pictures of Grace on all fours, collared
and leashed like an animal.

"Can we take some nude pictures?" Joe asked Nakamori, who was
watching from the armchair.

Grace's heart leapt into her mouth when she heard that.

"Maybe another time Joe, " Nakamori chuckled. "Let's finish your
last few shots..."

"Alright.." Joe sounded disappointed. He rummaged in the chest
for more props.

For the last pose, Grace was still wearing the collar and leash,
but also had her wrists cuffed together, and tied to a rope
suspended from the ceiling.

FLASH !

Nakamori's cock twitched, looking at the young office executive
in bondage. She would normally be dressed to the nine's in the
office, looking all professional, but today she was dressed in
nothing but the tiniest bikini which revealed all but her most
private parts of her body. To top it all off, she looked
incredibly sexy standing there helplessly with her hands tied up
above her head, a slave collar around her neck. He imagined how
much money Ko, Shih and the other company directors would pay him
just to get a copy of the compromising pictures of this beautiful
young lady.

"Are you sure no nude pics today?" the photographer ventured
again. Grace's heart pounded in her chest. The contract did say
that she had to wear anything that the company asked her to, but
this is insane! Surely they can't ask her to wear nothing?

Nakamori appeared to be considering that for a while. Then he
said, "Oh well, what the heck. You don't mind do you Grace?
Royston said it's in your contract."

Grace started to panic. "What? Nooo... sir, sorry, I - Wait...
please.. NO..." Before she could finish her sentence, Nakamori
had untied the knot of the bikini string on her back, and whipped
off her bikini top, exposing her breasts to the camera.

"NO.. Please stop!!" she cried.

FLASH! Joe took a few shots, ignoring Grace's protests. "Nooo...
please stop!!" the girl cried out in alarm.

Grace found herself pushed back to the sofa, and forced down in a
prone position. Her arms extended above her head as her wrists
remained cuffed and secured to the rope from the ceiling.

"What are you doing??" she cried in a panicky voice. Nakamori was
stepping on the leash now and keeping it taut such that it pulled
her collar down so that she couldn't get up from the sofa.

"Well you need to be disciplined Grace," he said.

Grace struggled but the rope did not budge. "Let me go!" she
demanded.

Nakamori stood there, admiring the picture of the girl lying
prone on the sofa, under his control.

"The reason you're in this situation, Grace...is that you did a
very bad thing. Didn't you, Grace?"

"Wha - what do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about!
"

There was a swishing sound. "OWWWWW..." she yelped in pain as a
stinging pain ripped through her butt. Turning her head, she saw
a big cane in Nakamori's hand.  "LET ME GO you pervert, or you'll
be sorry!" she screamed.

WHAACK! The menacing cane struck down once more on her exposed
butt. "AAAHHHHHH"  she screamed in pain. Nakamori smiled in
satisfaction as a welt slowly appeared on her fair skin.

"Don't speak to me like that, bitch" he warned. "You know what
I'm talking about... Royston told me about the naughty thing you
did." He paused, flexing the cane in his hand. "He asked me to
punish you properly... give you some hard lessons..."

Grace started to protest, "Wait.. you can't do this. He told -
OWWW!!!" Her sentence was cut short by the third lash of the cane
on the bare flesh of her firm butt. Her bottom burned with pain.

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to bitch."

Tears came to Grace's eyes. She had never been treated like that
before. Even when she was a kid, her father had never spanked
her.

"Are you sorry for what you done, bitch?"

"Yes YES.. PLEASE let me go !"

"So do you admit you're a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson?"

"NO ! "

"Wrong answer."

SWOOSH  - WHHACK!!

"YEOWWWW!!" she cried. The tears welling up in her eyes ran down
her cheek freely now. There was a half a minute of silence, as
Nakamori contemplated this lovely scene in front of him. Joe too,
was watching intently from behind his camera, snapping a shot
periodically of the topless girl being punished.

"Are you a bitch?" Nakamori asked again, slowly.  There was a
moment of silence.

"Yes. Yes" her voice choked, as she spoke the words.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir"

"Yes sir what?"

"Yes sir, I'm a bitch"

"Bark like one then, bitch."

Tears roll down her face as she sobbed, and swallowed.
"Woof...woof.."

"Louder.."

"WOOF! WOOF!" she barked, just like a dog. She felt completely
humiliated by this degrading act. But it was not over.

"Now then, you little she-dog.. since you're a low-life bitch,
you don't deserve to walk on your feet. From now on, whenever
you're in front of me, you better go on all fours."

Her cuffs were unlocked and Grace felt a downward tug on her
collar as she realized that Nakamori was pulling her down from
the sofa, much like how he would with a dog. And so, Grace
climbed off the sofa, planting her palms on the floor first,
fearful that another stroke of the cane would land on her
unprotected butt if she did not do it right.

"That's a good girl now." Nakamori nodded, as he watched the
slender young woman get on her hands and knees. "Let's take a
short walk shall we, my little canine pet."

Grace bowed her head in shame, as Nakamori pulled on the leash
and she followed after him, crawling on her knees and palms. In
the meantime, Joe was delighted to have the opportunity to snap a
few more shots of the young female executive naked and crawling
around on all fours.

"Ooh.." a woman's voice floated into the studio, as her slender
frame leaned against the door.

"Well you can come in Natasha." Nakamori laughed. "We're just
giving Grace a little exercise here."

Grace felt completely humiliated as she crawled around on all
fours, the tiny bikini bottom her only clothing, a dog collar
around her neck, and being led around on a leash. As if the
humiliation wasn't bad enough, now there were two men, AND a
woman watching her degrading state.

Nakamori led Grace on a leisurely stroll around the studio, as he
puffed on his cigar. Finally he led her back to the sofa.
"Heel....," he said.

Grace wasn't sure what he wanted, but feeling the tug, she pulled
herself up to an upright kneeling position, and was rewarded with
a pat on her head. Instantly she felt awash with feeling of
intense shame. She inwardly felt disgusted by herself for what
she just did. She was behaving just like his pet animal.

Nakamori smiled at the other two. "Such a GRACEFUL, clever little
dog isn't she?" he said, caressing the back of her head the same
way he would play with the back of a dog's ears. The girl
suffered at the indignity.

Pulling up on the collar now toward the sofa, he said, "UP
girl.."

Grace climbed up the sofa, still on her hands and knees.

"Roll over."

Grace's face flushed deep red, but she turned her body around.
She was lying on her back on the sofa, but with her knees
together.

"Are you a slut Grace?"

Grace's flinched at the insulting question, and wanted to answer
"no", but her eyes watched the cane in the sadist's hands.

"Yes sir...I... I'm a slut" she answered, looking away from him.
Her throat felt very dry, and she could hardly speak those words.

"Good, now take off your bikini bottom and show me your slutty
cunt."

Grace felt powerless... she had to do everything he asked, or
Royston would send her to jail. Her trembling fingers went to the
string that kept her bikini bottom on her bum. Closing her eyes,
she tugged on the knot, and the little triangular garment fell
away, exposing her fluffy pubic hair. Grace tried to protect her
modesty by closing her legs, but the two men could see the little
triangle of hair between her legs.

Her heart was pounding and despite being being forced into this
degrading act, she felt a momentary pang of arousal at her own
helpless situation, at being treated like a low-class bitch.
Immediately though, she felt a deep sense of disgust at herself -
what was she becoming?

"OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDER"

Grace stared at Nakamori's shoes as she slowly opened her legs
wider. Trying to keep her mind away from this terrible
experience,  it was as if her body just mechanically followed his
instructions.

"Nice.. look at that cunt!" Joe exclaimed. Grace's face and neck
turned a deep shade of red, spreading down to her fair bosom.

Grace's womanhood was on display, her outer labial lips were thin
and dark, and a tuft of black hair decorated the hood,  and was
more sparsely around the sides. A hint of pink showed between her
outer lips. Joe licked his lips, imagining how the healthy young
woman's pussy would taste.

"Now, pull those lips apart, and show us how the inside of your
worthless cunt looks like Grace. "

Grace shook her head, turning her soulful pleading look at the
older Japanese man, who was wielding the cane.

"Don't make me whip you bitch..."

Grace's hands trembled, as they moved down reaching between her
legs. She felt herself being overcome by emotion, and fought not
to choke or cry, as she pulled apart her pussy lips, exposing her
most private part to this man who had absolute control over her,
and to the others in the room. Her tender pink vagina came into
view, looking slightly moist.

"Like a good slut, you will place your finger on your pussy and
play with it," Nakamori continued.

Grace hesitated, and with a loud swoosh the cane struck down on
the sofa with a loud bang, just missing the frightened girl by
inches.

"If you hesitate again, the next stroke will be on your tender
flesh, you little bitch.."

Grace closed her eyes, dipped her finger between her pussy lips,
and started a gentle rubbing motion. Despite herself, she felt
her sense of shame mixing with an unmistakable twitch of pleasure
that was gnawing deep in her lower abdomen, as she was forced to
masturbate herself in front of these men and pretty receptionist,
who were all watching her intently.

"OPEN THOSE LEGS WIDER"

Grace obeyed, letting the men and Natasha observe how she worked
her honey pot. To her horror, when she opened her eyes, she could
see Joe aiming at her with his zoom lens. "Jesus.." Joe said,
breathing hard, as he snapped away, "that's going to round off
your album real well Grace."

Grace shut her eyes again, trying not to think about the
pictures. "Think about the ten grand that I'll be paid," she told
herself.

"So you see Grace, most of the time you are a decent girl. But
upon my order, you will be my bitch. Upon my order you will be a
slut." Nakamori said in his deep voice.

"Sluts show their pussy when instructed..."

Her crotch tingled as she heard Nakamori's biting words.

"Sluts arouse themselves when instructed..." he went on.

Grace felt a new wave of shame hit her, when she realized that
her pussy was getting moist. How could she be getting aroused?
How could her body betray her?

"Sluts suck cock on demand."

Grace's pussy tingled again. She opened her eyes, just in time to
see Nakamori press a remote control. A video projector began to
play something on the big screen on the far wall. As Grace
watched the screen, her heart felt like it was being pierced. It
was a video recording of her in Royston's office. It showed her
undoing his pants, then sinking to her knees. Somehow, the angle
was such that while Royston's face couldn't be seen, her face was
quite clear. She knew now why Royston had made her take off his
pants again when he had already done so. It made her look like a
slut on the video, the one stripping him.

"KEEP RUBBING THAT PUSSY".

As she obeyed, she watched herself on the big screen pulling down
Royston's underwear and start sucking his cock. Her mind spun,
and she felt her heart pounding in her ears.

"Look at the slut swallow cock..." she heard Joe say.
Unconsciously, Grace's fingers were rubbing faster now, trying to
placate the pulsing sensation that had grown between her legs.

The scene changed and Grace saw herself now in the men's
restroom. It was quite obvious because the standing urinals could
be seen in the background. She was wearing a jacket, but it was
open and she was obviously not wearing anything underneath. Again
like the previous scene, she was on her knees, facing someone's
crotch. And then she was sucking away on some man's dick. The man
obviously started cumming in her mouth, as one could see his
lower body jerking. Then, as he pulled away, a strand of cum
could be seen trailing between his cock and Grace's lips.

Grace cried out, trying to block out the horrific images playing
on the screen. "Keep rubbing that wet pussy of yours Grace, "
Nakamori's hypnotic voice continued," Disobey and you will find
these videos distributed to your family and to everyone in your
company..."

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