Ch 47 - The Second trial

The Following Week.

Charlotte’s slouched at her desk, flicking through emails like she’s swiping on some sad, work version of Tinder. Everyone’s either re-upping on contracts or poking around for new ones. The whole thing is just white noise. Honestly, she’d rather be anywhere else. Her brain is on overload, swirling with this cocktail of humiliation, regret, and something else she can’t quite name.

And hell, it keeps circling back to last week. That night. The one where Monica—her ex-slave-turned-mistress, which is a hell of a career pivot—destroyed her. Like, not just a little loss. Charlotte got steamrolled. Power? Gone in a snap. The only thing she can really remember is Monica’s hands on her, rough and relentless, and the look in Monica’s eyes, all hungry and predatory. Charlotte keeps replaying everything in her head, trying to find the moment she screwed up. She thought she’d been careful, played her cards right. But her memory’s a blank except for the brutal ending.

Half-answering emails, half-lost in her own personal hell, her head starts to pound. Great. She needs a break, so she hauls herself up for some water, throws in a lemon slice—because, you know, that’s supposed to help or whatever. Her thoughts flip sideways to Alex, that smug bastard, and the water he handed her last week. Did he spike it? Wouldn’t be the wildest thing he’s done. Usually, he’s off with the twins playing mad scientist or chasing skirts around the office. She never bothered with him, but when they did talk? Toxic as hell. Maybe this is karma, she thinks, for all the times she gave him crap.

She downs her water, sighs, and drifts back to her inbox. Meetings, emails, the usual soul-sucking admin. Then—bam—something interesting. An email from Edward, and it’s about Monica. Charlotte’s pulse jumps. Maybe, just maybe, this’ll be the distraction she’s been dying for. Or at least a break from the monotony.

To: Solli, Sophia Charlotte
From: Drakon, Edward “AJ”
CC: Vieregg, Povell

Hi Charlotte,

I wanted to acknowledge the excellent work you’ve done with Monica—her improvement has been impressive and it’s clear your leadership made a big impact. Moving forward, I’ll be taking over her obedience training. That said, I’d still like her to remain under your direct supervision for day-to-day matters. If any issues or disciplinary concerns come up, please document them and send them my way for follow-up.

Also, I appreciate your dedication and you’ll be seeing a substantial bonus as thanks for your hard work.

Best,
Edward

P.S. I understand you’ve already met Melanie, Monica’s sister. I heard your initial conversation went well. She’s joining the team and I’m confident you two will work well together.

Melanie. Ugh, Monica’s older sister. That name just wouldn’t leave Charlotte alone, buzzing around her head like a persistent mosquito. She went around announcing she was a masochist—yeah, right—but half the time she sounded like she ran the whole damn show. Submissive, dominant, whatever. Pick a lane, girl.

Honestly? Charlotte couldn’t stand her. Manipulative didn’t even cover it. The woman was a straight-up witch, and not the fun, broomstick kind. Charlotte figured if Edward ever got wind of Melanie, well, it’d be game over. She could practically see him now, hypnotized by Melanie’s…assets. The guy never could resist when a big butt was involved. Hell, that’s half the reason he needed help with Monica in the first place. Some people never learn.

She finally lets herself chill for a second—eyes shut, mind drifting, totally clueless that someone’s straight-up lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. Honestly, she’s just a sitting duck at this point. Right on cue, Monica slides in like she owns the place, all business as she lines up her next little scheme. Classic Monica—always two steps ahead, and yeah, her plan totally worked. Charlotte? She’s off guard again. The girl never learns, huh? Monica even hangs a “meeting in progress” sign on Charlotte’s door. Like anyone’s gonna interrupt this mess.

“Time for a little reality check, slut,” Monique purrs, giving Charlotte a look that’s a mix of hungry and straight-up evil. “We’re moving on to the next phase now. You need a reminder of your real place. You’re nothing but a helpless, needy masochist, and it’s time you learned to accept it. Get ready to be broken in, made into the filthy little thing you truly are.”

Cue Melanie, waltzing in with a sing-song voice, practically skipping as she locks the door behind her. “Don’t forget the spreader bar,” she jokes, waving it around like a trophy. “Lucky for us, these meetings run four hours. That’s plenty of time to break her down piece by piece.”

Monica just smirks, “Way overdue, honestly. She’s been begging for this. Glad she’s out cold—she can’t resist that damn lemon water.”

Melanie grins, giving her sister a high-five for spiking the lemon slices. “Genius move, seriously. She didn’t see it coming at all.”

Monique shoots her a warning look—paranoid as ever. “Keep your voice down, Mel. Who knows if she’s got bugs or cameras in here?”

Melanie just laughs it off. “Chill, Momo. If there’s a risk, it’s all on her. Bet she’ll be begging for more before we’re done. Her office is a ghost town anyway. We’ve got all the time in the world. Time to finish what we started.

As she starts to wake from her short nap, a wave of dread washes over her when she realizes she can't move. Her legs are spread wide, and her backside is fully exposed, with her tormentor, Monica, getting her ready for something special. Charlotte begins to groan and whimper, feeling utterly powerless to prevent whatever is about to unfold.

"Good morning, mistress," Monica said to her former master. "I was curious when you'd finally wake up. I think it's time for another lesson. We can't let you forget your true place, can we?"

"MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Charlotte exclaimed through the ball gag.

"Oh, this?" Monica said, explaining. "This little guy is Odin, my favorite dildo. You'll love him, too, after I finish wrecking your ass. But for now, let's start with something a bit more manageable. This one is a tad bigger than our fearless leader's Ogre Max. It's called the Great Goblin. And since you have nowhere to escape, I thought we’d give this baby a test run. You don’t mind, do you? But first, I have a special lube for you to try out."

Monica pulls the special lube from her purse and starts applying it to Charlotte's ass and pussy. Instantly, a series of moans and grunts escapes her lips. Her backside feels like it's on fire. She uses one finger to explore Charlotte's booty hole. The lube on her finger works wonders, sending Charlotte into pure ecstasy. Her ass begins to open up, and with the lube on the Great Goblin, she’s ready to go.

"Hm?" Melanie observes as she watches on. "You've swiftly unleashed the wild side of her. Just look at her, she can hardly keep it together. She's already given in. No resistance left in her. Oh, would you look at that? She's already gushing, and you haven't even entered her yet. Check out those waterworks.

"It's time to put an end to this bitch," Monica declared. "She has hit a new low. How utterly disgraceful. Now we must ensure she remains there.

Monica positions the Great Goblin towards Charlotte's backside. With one powerful thrust, Monica penetrates her, and the waterworks intensify. Charlotte's mind is utterly shattered. Unable to articulate, her body succumbs to the inevitable as Monica's forceful thrusts slam into Charlotte's tight rear. Flesh collides with flesh as her anus is being ravaged.

"Time to transform this bitch into a true anal slut," Monica proclaims as she delves deeper into her victim's anal cavity. "Don't break too easily. My sister needs her turn with your rear. Trust me, you're getting off way too lightly. This is nowhere near the level of torment you inflicted on me as your slave, mistress. Being passed around like a filthy old rag, while you giggle and fawn over those two jerks. Don't worry, we'll put a stop to that. This is just a glimpse of what awaits you. A little specialized lube, and you crumble so effortlessly. It's good that you recognize how much of a bitch you truly are. Look at you, making a mess everywhere without a care in the world.

"I doubt she can hear you, Momo," Melanie remarked. "She's lost in her own little universe. She's enjoying a delightful wet dream as her rear is relentlessly pounded. Soon, we won't need the ball gag anymore. Her moans have turned so soft and sweet. Her body is being shaped and gradually bent to our desires."