Die Hingabe 2 - Die Familienhure

That I didn't say a word while she beat me seemed to challenge her even more. Just when I thought I had survived her hardest blows on my slut ass, Bahar hit me again. Still, I remained as still as a fish. This victory I simply couldn't let her have. Let her tear my entire skin off my ass in pieces, but I wouldn't say a word for that long. Unfortunately, she noticed this relatively early and therefore changed the target area of her attacks. With some hard grips, she turned me around, and my big tits rose like two trees into her office.

This was something she couldn't allow and began to work on my whore tits with blows. It could hardly get worse, but Bahar seemed just warming up. So she could at least follow my terrible pain in my eyes. What I hadn't noticed so much before was the sensitivity of my slut teats. Especially they had been spared from such blows until now. Bahar, however, regarded them as my special advantages and had already announced that she wanted to turn them into two blood-red meat balls.

The only short respite I received was when the phone next to me on the desk started ringing. Bahar couldn't focus on the phone call and continue beating me. Because of this, I got a longer break. In my inner eye, the laughing Jasmin appeared and demanded even more and harder blows for me. According to my mother-in-law and other mistresses, I couldn't get off so easily. For Jasmin, that was exactly the right way to deal with a useless wife like me, and in my crazy head, it only became more obvious.

But Jasmin was at school and certainly not in her colleague's office. Bahar was still on the phone. The soft voice coming from the phone sounded quite familiar. I must have been very mistaken if it wasn't the voice of Mistress Larissa speaking to my tormentor. What it was about, I couldn't hear from individual words. However, it had to do with me. Bahar repeatedly mentioned a useless cunt lying on her desk and whose slut tits were already glowing red in the room. So she must have been referring to me.

Of course, it was about me. A few seconds later, Bahar put the phone receiver to my ear, and Mistress Larissa's voice said, "We expect you to surpass yourself today, slave Ranja. A whole lot of dicks want to use you, and your boss has promised to use this Turkish cunt as a replacement for Jasmin, who apparently has a little problem with you! Anyway, you are assigned to her as a cunt until noon, and you should treat her as if she were Carina, Jasmin, or me."

"Yes, Mistress Larissa," I whined into the line, which only earned her a clearly audible grin. Of course, she had set out to pressure me as much as possible. They all seemed to be in cahoots and thus forced me to obey my despised colleague without objection. Any refusal to carry out one of her orders would result in a sensitive punishment for me, useless cunt. According to my luck, however, it wouldn't be Mistress Larissa who carried it out but instead left it to the responsibility of Mistress Jasmin.

Bahar put the receiver back down, laughed at me broadly, and showed me the clothes hanger clearly again. While she said, "I had to promise this Larissa not to ruin her toy," she patted my glowing tits. "But if we're honest, you can only use the milking bar for your doctor anymore. It doesn't matter if they have a few dents. You can say it's hail damage."

Right after that, I got two very hard blows with the wood. My nipples felt like they were on fire. Bahar must have hit my most sensitive spots exactly with her beating tool. I clenched my teeth together, but then had to let out an almost inaudible groan. In contrast to what I had learned from Mara at the party, this brought me advantages with Bahar. My despised colleague wanted to hear that from me and then stayed with the strength of the blows. In this sense, it was beneficial for me to make a lot of noise with her. If only I had known that earlier.

Bahar continued beating my tits and looked delighted at my suffering face. My two flesh mountains turned into two stripe horns in this time. On one side, they kept their normal skin color, but where she hit them, deep red stripes appeared. Targeting was something she couldn't or didn't want to do. Often, she hit the already reddened stripes, which only created more injuries under my skin. A large clock on her office wall showed me that her torture had to end soon. After all, she was supposed to watch over me until my boss needed my whore body.

Only a few minutes before ten o'clock in the morning, she pulled me by my burning nipples from her desk and dragged me into a meeting room, which was hardly ever used. There, she took off my sparse clothing and ordered me to lie spread-eagled on the long oval table. Stunned, my colleague examined my wet pussy. She only disturbed the clean-shaven stripe above my slit. According to her, a prostitute's pussy had to be completely shaved, as no grass grew on the highway. However, she couldn't change this in the short time.

I had to stay lying on the table while she disappeared with my clothing items. When I was finally alone, I gave a very clear look at my abused tits. What I saw frightened me. The many red stripes were filled with tiny burst blood vessels. They thus resulted in thousands of blue bruises that I could never hide again. This would certainly not please Mistress Larissa. She had told Bahar not to damage her property. That was the privilege of the young Jasmin, who should use my worthless whore body as a training object.

But soon after, my boss came in with a whole group of men in suits through the door. They all wanted to celebrate, and I was the gift of my company in this case. What he told the entire audience before the table, on which I lay, I didn't understand. He spoke with them in an absolutely incomprehensible language for me. It sounded like Spanish to me, although I couldn't say it exactly. After his short speech and the brief jubilation of the guests, they already started attacking me. The first ones dealt with my especially decorated stress balls and my wet pussy.

Some others took off their suit pants and climbed onto the table with me. In front of my face, the first sleepy cocks appeared and demanded entry into my mouth pussy. Between my legs, a hand pushed into my abdomen while others continued to painfully work on my already maltreated tits. After the first cock had finally sucked me thoroughly, the whole team turned me on my side. Before my eyes, two noodles wavered, which I had to suck alternately. Meanwhile, someone rammed his hand into my pussy and the hard cock took care of my ass.

Then it really started. Each cock that had fully stood up in my mouth pussy visited one of my other holes. The other men supplied me with additional pain without being asked. At some point, I ended up on two hard cocks, piercing my ass, while four customers standing in front of me were serviced by my mouth. My boss watched the colorful activity from the wall only happily. I as the company's own whore should just ensure good mood for the customers so they would sign a contract at the end. That was simply a distraction for the customers.

Thus, they no longer focused on contracts or the costs arising from them. It was simply about them signing the contract without thinking about it. With men, that's how it is. If the cock stands and one can use a whore like me for free in whatever way, nobody anymore thinks about possible costs listed in the contracts. That was all just a pure distraction, which I had to ensure. In other words, at times I earned my wages at work through sex and not through my job.

But my boss hadn't hidden from his customers that they could use me as their toilet. So it happened and I was again sprayed with warm salty water in my mouth several times, which I obviously had to drink to clean the meeting room. After all the men had left their cum on or in me, they joyfully got back into their pants and followed my boss out. After not even two minutes, Bahar was already next to me again and ordered me to clean my brothel room.

Of course, there was a cleaning service for the company that kept our offices in order, but sex services in the meeting room would have been too suspicious. Therefore, I had to remove the traces of my use myself. Bahar supervised and monitored my duty until my boss returned with a broad smile. His trick worked wonderfully, and I secured the company a hefty profit for the next year. My salary wouldn't obviously increase. As a corporate whore, I was only paid for my normal work. Everything else I had to do brought me nothing at all.

After one last hard slap that she could give me, Bahar was sent back to her office by my boss. He himself looked at my cleaning success more carefully and then brought me back to his office. To my surprise, Carina was already waiting for me there. She had slept until noon after the night shift at the clinic and was now ready to take me under her care. Naturally, I couldn't avoid greeting her properly. As with Mistress Larissa, this meant falling on my knees before her and kissing her shoes.

Then she gave me back my airy clothes and allowed me to cover myself roughly while she looked at my boss intensely and simply asked, "Who has messed up the dirt slut like that?"

Of course, my boss didn't know and didn't want to speak out. Carina took this as a note and pulled me outside onto the parking lot. My workday was over, and Mistress Larissa had ordered Carina to pick me up from work. Why I didn't know yet, but it became clear to me pretty quickly. On the way to my parking space, Carina asked me very interestedly, "Who has messed up the milking teats of the company slut, Ranja?"

"Bahar Ilidiz, Mistress. She was assigned to me by my boss this morning to watch over me," I answered truthfully.

Carina asked again how the woman's name was exactly. After all, Mistress Larissa had given exact instructions not to ruin me, the whore. This right belonged only to Mistress Jasmin, who could vent and learn on me. According to Carina, my tits were at least ruined for some weeks, which clearly violated Mistress Larissa's orders. A brief smile appeared on my face. So something would definitely come to Bahar, which would make me very happy. My despised colleague had thus shot herself in the foot without knowing it.

Carina sat down on the front passenger seat and had me drive her home as a wife slut. Our children had already finished their lunch, and Jasmin was waiting for me. Our eldest son was with a study group all afternoon before he had to go to driving school in the evening. Jasmin thus had the whole day until the evening. She had arranged with Carina to start her first longer learning phase. Mistress Larissa didn't have time, but Carina could at least bring her the basics, before she had to return to night shift at the clinic in the evening.

The young woman also made a mean face when she discovered my tits. She had wanted this body part as a target area because she wanted to cause me pain. So this now obviously no longer worked. Forced by Carina, she let herself be convinced to switch to my ass. I could prepare my lunch myself and of course for Carina too. She hadn't eaten anything either. While I was standing at the stove, both mistresses sat at the kitchen table and talked among other things about the disobedience of my colleague.

Jasmin didn't let me avoid calling her over. I had to present my healthy tits to her so she could take several pictures of them. She sent these almost immediately to Mistress Larissa and complained to her about this offense. Only a few minutes later, the student's phone rang, and the two talked for quite a while. What it was exactly about, I didn't catch. Anyway, the young woman was very upset and was only difficult to calm down by Larissa. The prepared food had to be served on the table for Carina, while I naturally had to stay on the floor.

At least I could strengthen myself a bit before Jasmin, under Carina's guidance, started her first lesson. I could still clear the table before they dragged me into the bedroom of Shan­dor and me. What lay on the bed there, I couldn't believe. On my side of the bed, tied up like a package was my mother-in-law. Her gaze fixed straight at the ceiling, and in her mouth was a tube whose other end was connected to a black rubber container. Carina laughed at my expression and said to Jasmin, "With this pussy, the whore probably didn't expect it, but the gift from Larissa had to be somewhere available so she would be available tonight."

Jasmin laughed, "I already wondered in school when I got the message to close the toilet and instead send everyone into the parents' bedroom."

My mother-in-law was thus a present? Until tonight, she would be available here as a toilet, while my tasks looked different. For me, there would also be visits if I understood the short conversation between Jasmin and Carina correctly. Allegedly, the first fuckers had been booked in half an hour. Until then, Jasmin could practice aiming with various beating tools on my whore ass. A small selection was kindly left by Mistress Larissa for her together with my mother-in-law. Carina allowed Jasmin to freely choose what she wanted to test on me first.