Out Of Tensions, Out Of Binds

'Can I suck you?' I asked, using her voice like it was cream on the dessert - and it worked. Martin's bulge throbbed beneath his trousers, as my hands travelled down his hips, lightly brushing over the outline of his cock. 'Please? Sir?'

He smiled down at me. 'You're so bad,' he smirked.

I bit my lip. 'I promise to be good, sir,' I whined, pursing my lips, making a doe-eyed face as good as I could manage. 'I'll be a good slut for you - I'll suck your cock, make you cum on my face, let you fuck me however you want, as many times as you want - please, sir, I'll be so good.'

I popped open his belt, and his bulge immediately tried to escape; I took it in my palm, rubbing him through the fabric a little with Ava's hand, looking up at him.

'Do you like me here, on my knees?'

He nodded.

'You want to fuck your boss, Martin?'

'Fuck, yes.'

'You want to make me pay for how bad I've been?'

'Yes...'

'You want to fuck me until I cum on your cock?'

'Yes, Ava...'

I smiled, enjoying how his cock throbbed when he thought of it - but, I figured it was time to get to business. So, with a glance to Ava - the real Ava, trapped outside of her body, watching this travesty take place just out of reach - to ensure she could see, I reached into Martin's boxers, and pulled out his cock. Hard and thick and ready for action, I tugged lightly on him, pulling back the foreskin, before taking the head into my mouth. It was delightfully familiar - the shape, the heat, the strength - but, with Ava's tongue, there was a new sort of venom to it.

He hated her. He had her beneath him, sucking his cock. With any luck, I would be able to get him to hate-fuck me, take me like a whore, all while Ava watched, unable to do anything but grimace and listen and secretly wish it was her.

Giving her a show, and Martin a treat, I worshipped his cock like a porn star.

I licked from balls to tip, before taking him balls-deep in one thrust; Ava's apparent lack of a gag reflex was an... interesting sensation, as Martin's cock vanished into my throat, making us both moan and grunt. Martin wrapped his fist in her hair, thrusting into his bitch boss's throat as I gagged and spluttered on his length, loving every fucking second.

'Yes, fuck, yes, take it - take it, Ava, take my fucking cock,' Martin moaned, using me like a toy - a slutty, middle-aged, gorgeous, business-bitch fuck toy for him to use.

'Glk-glk-glk-glk', I responded, choking on his cock as he enjoyed her.

Suddenly, he yanked my head back by the hair, and I gave him the best fuck-me eyes I could manage.

'Ruin me,' I told him.

Martin obliged.

~ 4 ~

'FILL ME! FUCKING FILL ME UP!'

I screamed the words, unable to think of anything else as Ava's sex-addled mind struggled to hold onto reality. It was... addictive, being in here. The woman was insatiable - the kind of person whose life was so stressful and uptight, and she was so used to having to fight tooth-and-nail to be taken seriously as a professional, rather than as a woman, that when she let loose, fuck did she let loose.

Marin had her pinned against one of the one-way mirrors, and I had the treat of staring into her unkind eyes as they rolled and glazed over.

Martin was ferocious - his disdain for his boss, and his happily pummelling of her wet cunt went happily together, until my tits were leaving sweaty marks on the glass, nipples hard and dragging against the surface.

One of his hands was gripping my neck as he choked her, fucking her ruthlessly in a way I'd never known from him before, his other hand on my hips, holding her in place as he fucked her from behind.

'Shit-shit-shit,' he panted, as I could feel how close he was.

And, in a moment of particular cruelty, I made a call.

'Fuck me like you hate me,' I told him. Then-

*

I flitted back to my own body, bound in that chair, arms and legs tied down, mouth gagged, eyes laser-focused on the scene before me. I watched with a mixture of glee, lust and sadism as Ava realised what was happening - her body overloading her brain in that moment, after having grown more and more horny while locked inside me - and, judging by the slickness of my own pussy right now, she was desperate for it - all of a sudden being fucked into the wall.

'Fuck!' she screamed, as Martin choked her, holding her in place as she moaned into the glass, breath hot and steamy against the reflective surface, while Martin refused to give her any mercy. 'Oh God - Nnng! HAHHH!'

I watched as she locked eyes with me in the reflection, before her eyes rolled, her mouth fell open, and she came on Martin's cock as he hate-fucked her from behind. His hips slapped into her pert buttocks a few more times as she groaned wordlessly into the glass, hating herself almost as much.

'Yes,' Martin hissed through gritted teeth as he came, slamming himself deep inside her shuddering backside. 'Fuck, yes, take my fucking cum...'

Then, after a moment for her to recover, but not enough to let her start speaking, I swapped back-

*

-turned, and kissed him as deeply as I could manage. Ava's tongue delved into his mouth as his cum dripped from her used sex, our hands exploring each other as readily and as bravely as we fancied.

'Thank you,' I mumbled between kisses. 'Thank you sir for fucking me so well...'

'You're welcome,' he smiled, pulling away. 'As... nasty as this is, I can't help but feel that she deserved it.'

I agreed - and knowing that she would always have that memory, of feeling her cunt being filled with Martin' cum as she moaned, enjoying each second as he made her orgasm like a slut made it feel all the better.

The bitch definitely deserved it.

'Do you know how to delete all of the data she has? All of it?'

Martin nodded, quickly turning back to business. 'I, uh... yes. I can burn the hard-drives - what she was working on was kept on only a few servers, for security purposes. You're inside her head - are you able to see passwords, things like that?'

I nodded. 'Easily.'

Martin went to get his trousers, pulling on his underwear sheepishly. 'Then you can get me in, and I can do the rest from there. What about, you know. Her.'

He nodded to the bound Ava, trapped within the body of Phoebe.

'I'm not sure,' I said. 'I'm sure I can think of something. For now, though, I think I can do a little more damage to her reputation. Let's get this shit deleted first, though.' I started to move towards the door, when Martin's face made me pause. 'What?'

'You... you're not getting dressed?'

I smirked, and shrugged. 'Like I said - I'm sure her reputation can take a few more hits before I'm done here. She tried to kill me, after all.' I pushed on the door, and it opened obediently. 'You coming?' On that last word, I held eye contact, and felt a little rush go through Ava's body - fuck, she really was a slut.

Part of me wanted to let Ava back into her own body, so I could force her to experience this with me, but right now there was too much risk for that. First, we had to delete the data. Then, I could have some more fun.

Martin passed me, carefully not taking too much time to look Ava's nude, sweat-sheened form up and down, and headed into the observation rooms. On his way past, I patted his butt, and he grinned over his shoulder.

Oh, he likes this a lot more than he lets on.

He walked through the quadrant, pressed on the back wall, and the damn thing slid open to reveal the hallway beyond - all white light and linoleum flooring.

'People will... ask questions,' he warned.

'I want them to, but only of her,' I said. 'If you don't want the naked boss trailing after you like a sexy lap dog, tell me now.'

He thought about it for a moment, then quickly jogged back into the circular room, the gagged Phoebe-Ava yelling at him through her forcefully closed mouth. He grabbed the dress I had discarded on the floor, and brought it to me. 'Who gives a fuck what anyone here thinks - wear this until we're past the lobby, so you don' get arrested, but... after this, me and you are using the money Ava paid me to betray you, and we're finding somewhere far away, deal?'

I nodded. 'Deal.'

Then, I took his hand, and he led me out into the building,

Through the tight corridors we went, and not a person was to be seen. 'Where is everyone?' I asked.

'You sent everyone who was down here home,' Martin reminded me. 'But the servers aren't down here - you'll be effectively in public.'

I smiled. 'Once we've found and burned the data or whatever, can you think of anyone who would want to hate-fuck Ava like you did back there?'

A slightly guilty face came over him at that question. 'I think most of the guys and half of the women in here would ruin her, if given the chance.'

I considered it. 'Maybe we should send out an email company-wide of Ava getting fucked in the basement, smiling and asking for every employee to come down and give her a go. Then, you can gag her, I'll swap back to the real me, and we can make a hasty exit.'

As I finished my thought, we stepped into the lift, the metal colder on my bare feet than the linoleum had been.

'That would be... hot as hell,' Martin admitted. 'But first, let's find those servers.'

He passed me the dress, and I pulled it on.

Still lacking underwear underneath, with my face sloppy with cum, and barefoot, it wasn't much of a disguise - but it would have to do. As the doors slid open, and Martin walked with me through the lobby, quickly turning away from the public-facing part of the area, through a double-doorway, and out of sight.

Back here, the corridors were actually tighter than they had been in the converted basement-of-torture, and I for a moment wondered how on earth Ava had managed that, before realising that while she spent a decent amount in the basement, there weren't many excuses for her to come down to the servers, which meant she couldn't give a shit about the building planning for the techies.

Bitch.

'This way,' Martin said, leading me past an open door of technicians - all male - who watched me pass with a question in their eyes. One of them, a little louder than they should have, voiced it when they must have assumed I was out of ear shot, down the corridor.

'What was on her face?'

I let myself enjoy that as Martin hurriedly opened a doorway with a padlock, and let us in. It was cold - cooled to keep the computers running smoothly, and dark too. A shiver ran up Ava's spine, and I felt her nipples tighten against the fabric of her dress, and had to suppress the urge to see what Martin was capable of in round two. We'd have plenty of time for that, I knew.

'Here,' he said, stopping at the main terminal - a smaller-than-expected screen with thick black wire-organisers sprouting off in every direction behind the desk, into the walls, and then into the rows and rows of data banks around us.

I sat, and searched Ava's brain for what was needed. In a moment, I had her password, and entered it, before stepping back and letting Martin get to work ruining whatever he could ruin. Because it was Ava's account, too, there was no alarm to sound, either. Nobody in the building was permitted to know what she was up to, and that included there being effectively no trace of this action - not without a lot of data trawling and weeks worth of auditing information first. By the time this became a problem for Ava, we would be long-gone.

'Okay,' he muttered as he tapped away, streams of code pouring down the screen as I watched, unable to take any of it in quick enough to even access Ava's knowledge of it.

'Are you good?' I asked. 'I have an idea... oh, and we should have a safeword.'

'Safeword?' he asked, glancing over his shoulder at me as I pulled the chair to him, letting him sit.

'So, in an hour or so, you can take the gag out of my mouth, and know it's me, not Ava.'

'Won't you just be able to tell me?' he asked.

It was a sensible question for anyone assuming I was staying with them to ask. But I wasn't staying - I had some places to go, people to do, videos to make.

'I have something to do,' I said. 'When you ungag me, I'll say 'Martin you sexy bastard' - got it?'

He smiled, though it was tinged with a hint of confusion. 'Okay, got it. Just... be safe, okay?'

I nodded, standing, and turned to leave. 'Martin...'

I realised, as his eyes locked on mine, waiting perfectly patiently for me, that I was about to tell him I loved him. Only, I didn't want those words to come from this mouth. Ava didn't get that. I would tell him as me.

'I'm always safe,' I said, half-joking, and left before he could challenge me on the fact that this was clearly not what I was going to say at first.

The door slid shut behind me, and I strutted along the corridor like I owned the fucking place. To be fair, the person I was inside did, in fact, own the place. Through fucking-upwards, and genuine ingenuity, as well as a helping of daddy's money - and some well-off 'daddies' helping out, no less - Ava had built this place up from the ground. A hub of biochemistry and, apparently, torture.

Still. She deserved a bit of punishment - more, certainly, than the loveliest man on earth having his way with her pussy. She needed something... harsher.

I turned into that meeting room, finding a few less people than earlier - all still guys within fucking-age - sitting to attention around the conference table. As I stepped in, I turned, locked the door behind me, pulled down the blind, and turned to face them.

'Anyone in here married?' I asked. One, the oldest of six guys in there, put his hand up.

'Me, Mrs-'

'Ava,' I corrected him. 'Good. You, get your phone out and start recording. The rest of you, do you hate me?'

The married guy pulled out his phone, and fiddled with it for a moment, happy for the distraction so he didn't have to answer the question. The rest didn't know what to do, or what to say.

So, to give them a little taste, I gripped the bottom of Ava's dress, and pulled it up and over. The cum still smeared on my features was warm against my cheek as the dress dragged it across me.

Once it was off, I threw the fabric to the floor, presenting Ava's body to these guys - the five who were going to fuck me - and I could see in their eyes they were absolutely going to fuck me. They drank me in, and I felt a rush go through me, of this totally taboo thing I was doing - giving myself to strangers, daring them to take me however they wanted - only with no chance of consequences.

It was... addictive.

When none of them moved, I decided to take it into my own hands. I stepped up to the closest guy, maybe twenty years old, and turned him in his chair so he was facing me.

'Be honest. What do you think of me?'

'I... I don't-' he stammered. It was honestly kind of cute.

'Do you think I'm a bitch? An uptight rich woman who doesn't feel anything?' I dropped to my knees before him, and stroked the inside of his thigh - his bulge was impressive. 'Well, I feel this. And I think I should apologise to you. All of you,' I added, looking up over the table. There was a moment of silence, when none of them knew what to say.

'If you want to fuck me - and I do want you to fuck me, I want you to tie me up,' I ordered, 'and take turns. Invite people down if you want - let them take out every shitty thing I've done to them on my pussy - my face - my arsehole. My body is yours to abuse.'

At that, the guy before me popped open his belt, and pulled out his seven inches of hardening manhood.

'Good boy,' I said, before taking it into my mouth, as deep as I could.

~ 5 ~

It took him a minute or two to get into it - but being approached by your boss like that can be unnerving. Once he felt Ava's tongue lovingly tasting the underside of his cock, though, he seemed to get into it. Hand in my hair, he moaned as he thrust up into my throat, abusing her total lack of a gag reflex to hilt himself in his CEO's throat. His pubic hair tickled at my nose, and the musk on him was somewhat intoxicating, making me feel dirty. I was this random employee's cock-warmer, and he loved it almost as much as I did.

After that, the others started to get involved more, too. They pawed at me, Ava's naked flesh warm to their touch, and I moaned and whined as a finger slipped inside me; wetted by Martin's cum and Ava's unending arousal, it slipped into me as the others surrounded me, cocks out, demanding attention.

I sat up with a grin, and swapped to swallowing the long but thin cock of some poor sod in a blue shirt and ill-fitting trousers, who gasped as I hilted him like I was God herself. Maybe to him, I was. Ava liked to think of herself that way, after all.

I stroked two cocks in my hands as they surrounded me, five cocks of varying length, girth, colour, heat. I took turns tasting them all, feeling how they fit in Ava's mouth, smelling each man's cologne as they tried to believe this was really happening. All the while, the married man's camera didn't falter, and I knew this was likely to cause an issue in his marriage. I probably should have felt worse about that than I did, but it was hard to concentrate.

'Right,' one said, with the air of a man tired of waiting, as he hiked me up by the armpits. He lifted me up onto the conference table, on my back, and looked down at me with hunger in his eyes as he rested his cock at Ava's wet folds, dragging himself across me in a way that drove me wild.

'You ready, bitch?' he asked.

'Yessir,' I said, as sweetly as I could manage. 'Let me make it up to you, take it out on mEE-!'

The fat head of his cock slid in, and I saw stars as he thrust himself in deep in one push. His balls rested against my ass as the fabric of his suit trousers slipped against Ava's inner thighs. He had some facial hair, and wasn't altogether unattractive, but he was so far beneath the standard that Ava kept herself to that it made it all the more exciting. He wasn't overweight, but the bit of chub he had made his belly rest against my own as he pulled out, before thrusting in again, fucking me atop the table.

Quickly, another guy came up behind me, at the edge of the table; the two of them worked together to push me forwards, so my head hung back off the table - just at the perfect level to open my lips and accept the fat, red head of his cock. The taste was hot and heavy, and the sound of his groan as he pushed in, settling his balls against Ava's nose was stunning.

'Fuck,' I heard one of them grunt, as a hand grabbed my wrist and led me to grip his cock. I stroked him like an obedient slut, basking in their growing desperation to fuck their awful boss into submission.