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If you had to name one of the top companies in the world, Myriad probably wouldn’t be the first name on your lips. You’d probably go with Google or Amazon, or one of those manufacturing giants that has a dozen or more sub-companies all leashed to the same administration. Maybe you’d name Samsung, or Apple, or name something more local.

But no matter which one you eventually picked, Myriad would probably be a consideration. You wouldn’t choose it in the end, but you would think about it. That was because it wasn’t the best; it wasn’t the top. It didn’t do anything better than anyone else. Not exactly. But it didn’t do anything much worse either. Myriad existed in a kind of perpetual second place, all the time almost as good as the competitors, and often cheaper and more reliable as well. It had fingers in a lot of pies and no matter what you wanted, or what you did, there was a good chance that Myriad probably had something to offer you.

If you were clever, you might start to wonder why that was. If you were smarter, you would probably guess that it was intentional. Myriad was good at what they did, but who would want to be one of the industry leaders when you could be a solid second place? Reliable, trusted, rich and powerful but without the attention of the unfriendly eyes of the world’s governments? Myriad was a thing that existed half in shadow, the business equivalent of poison ivy clinging to the shadowed trunks of larger trees. So small compared to them that you would never realise how big it was.

Not until the coin dropped that all of the thick curtains that covered the forest floor were actually the same plant.

Myriad was big.

And then, there was the Agency. The exact name didn’t matter; it tended to change depending on who you asked. Sometimes, there was only one of them and sometimes a dozen all working together. It varied a lot, and no one ever seemed to know exactly who was in charge. Compared to Myriad, the Agency was a small fish indeed, but it did two things very well indeed.

The agency prided itself on being able to get anywhere. They were famed for it, or at least, they were as close to famed as they could get considering their shadowy, half-fabled nature. No one seemed to know the full details about them, or exactly how they did what they did. But what was known was that they had agents, and those agents were very good at stealing away information as well as more solid things.

And for a price, a particularly large price, it had to be said, the Agency would infiltrate for you. You were paying for reliability. For loyalty, professionalism and above all else, you were paying to get the job done. The Agency did not tolerate failure on its own.

And that was why Aria stepped into the Myriad reception area that bright morning. Clad in a severe, but form-fitting grey dress which was appropriate for a low-level worker or secretary. Which was, of course, what she was. How could you possibly believe anything else? She was a new worker, freshly brought in to ease the constant need for hires.

True, she moved with a certain confidence in herself, and also true, the dress was quite tight. It showed her off well, clinging and turning heads as she walked.

Aria looked like a twenty-something-year-old woman. Her face was youthful, and her eyes were grey. Her hair was white, though not the white of old age. It had a youthful lustre to it, and she’d bound it up behind her head in the form of a ponytail.

She was met at the front desk by the secretary; a leering, sour-faced woman who glared across her nose at her. Aria was well used to jealousy, but there was something about the way the other woman’s eyes focused on her that was unsettling.

“You’re the fresh meat then?”

“I’m the new hire, yes. I’m Aria. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m sure it is,” the secretary said. “You look pretty confident to be new to the job.”

“I’m good at what I do,” Aria said. “I wouldn’t have been hired otherwise. Are you suspicious or something?”

“Suspicious?” The secretary chuckled. “No, nothing like that. Just a comment. Most of the girls who came in here are all wide-eyed and happy-faced, practically bouncing on the tips of their toes for their first day at Myriad. Most of ‘em don’t last a week. But you… you look different. Figure you’ve been around a bit before, huh?”

Aria regarded the other woman, searching her eyes for any trace of suspicion. This wasn’t how she’d expected the first conversation to go, and she uneasily thought if she was gonna have a issue already. But she was confident in herself, she knew what she was doing. She was trained and skilled and above all else, she was sure.

Aria carefully schooled her face, allowing nothing to show through that wasn’t supposed to be there. She allowed a trace of confidence to dance in her eyes, a slight eagerness to the tilt of her lips. It was all so easy; manipulation had all the time been second nature to her even before she’d been recruited by the Agency.

“I’m very good at my job,” she said with a smirk. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing me around quite often from now on. I think I could get comfortable here.”

“Comfortable?” The secretary met her smirk with a small smile of her own as if laughing at some private joke. “Maybe so. I’d certainly love to see more of you about the place. Seems to me like you’d raise the tone.”

She gestured to the lobby, to the people milling around and the workers running back and forth.

“It’s all so boring, you know. So utterly mundane. I always love it when one of you shows up.”

“One of us?” Aria raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I understand quite what you mean.”

“Someone so…confident. It’s always fun to see what happens next. Myriad is a very unique place for someone to work. Especially a woman. I think you’ll know what I mean soon enough.”

She reached behind the desk, coming back with a plastic card attached to a soft string.

“This is your ID. It’ll get you around the first floor only. Trust me, don’t try to go any higher. It’s for your own good. Myriad houses important information both governmental and corporate. You don’t want to spend a night in the cells.”

“You have cells?” Aria shot her a quizzical look. “Is that legal?”

“Oh absolutely,” the secretary laughed. “It’s all above board. Fully authorised, you understand. Myriad is deputised to hold suspicious persons for up to twenty-four hours before handing them over to authorities. It’s to allow us to make sure that breaches are kept secure and damage is minimised. But as long as you don’t break the rules, you’ll be absolutely fine.”

“I’ll remember that,” Aria promised, taking her ID. The plastic card included a photo of herself, the one that she had sent in as part of her resume some days before. She hated the thing, it made her look ugly but it did look very professional in the opinions of others.

“See that you do,” the secretary said. “To get you settled in, we have something a bit easy. I’m sure you’ll find it right up your alley. One of the lab heads from the second floor requested some documents. Go to the archive and collect them. Take them to the lift on the second floor. You’ll be met there by one of Jeff’s aids.”

“What do I get from the archive?”

“The assistant there will know what to give them. Just tell them it’s for Jeff. What’s the matter? Not the glorious start to your career that you expected?”

“I’d expected to be shown around a bit first, maybe introduced to some people,” Aria admitted. “Not just thrown headfirst into things. You’re really sink or swim, aren’t you?”

“I told you. Most people don’t last long. It takes a very special woman to make a career at Myriad. Oh, the pay is good if you can stick it. But I’m afraid that many new hires very quickly move elsewhere.”

The secretary gave her a look, her eyes sparkled with amusement and a slight hint of something deeper. Mockery, perhaps? Aria could already feel herself bridling at that. If there was one thing she hated, it was people who wondered they were better than her. Smug superiority stuck in her throat and made her want to lash out and show who was really in charge.

She swallowed down that urge now, forcing herself to plaster a sickly smile on her face, meeting the other woman’s arched grin with a look that was almost but not quite innocent.

“I’m sure I’ll get used to it quickly,” she said. “You’ll be seeing me around for a long time yet.”

With that, she took her new ID and turned, moving for the door at the far end of the lobby. Her tight clothes and confident walk drew looks from both men and women, and she basked in it secretly. Enjoyed the feeling of being the centre of attention.

But under that, she was burning.

That secretary!

That smug woman behind that stupid desk!

Didn’t she know who Aria was?

Well, of course, she didn’t. That was the whole point of infiltration, but still!

Treating her like that…

Aria snarled in the back of her throat, passing through the door and into one of the corridors. She already knew the layout of the first floor. She’d been told to memorise it before she came and she had. She knew the way to the archive, but as soon as the door to the lobby closed behind her, she took an entirely different turn. Walking faster now, Aria tried to project confidence and power. Radiating a sense of entitlement that made it so no one questioned where she was going. She was a new face, but that didn’t matter if no one looked at her face to start with.

That was why she was wearing the tight clothes.

Or at least, part of the reason.

She knew what she was doing. She was good at it as well. As she swept through the nest of twisting corridors, even the wondered of the secretary faded into the back of her mind. Not forgotten, but pushed apart for later.

She’d deal with her in due time. There would be a reckoning, but not just yet. For now, she had a job to do.

The Employee Office was certainly not near the archive. It was tucked away on the other side of the building. Small and sequestered, it also dealt in records though not of the sort that most people would be interested in.

The front was guarded by a bored-looking man sitting behind a desk; the door was closed and locked. A card reader lay to one side of it. Aria’s hand moved to her ID, but she knew that it wouldn’t get her through there. What she wanted was on the other side, but how did she intend to get to it?

Her eyes fell on the man; the guard. Though he was a poor one. He looked like an office worker who’d been pulled from his daily duties because the real guard had called in sick. He was scraggly, slightly older than twenty, and seemed like he would much rather be anywhere else.

A smile formed across her perfect lips.

Good.

Moving briskly, Aria stepped around the corner, stalking towards the door. The guard saw her coming and half rose to his feet. Before he could even say a word, though, she barked at him.

“You there! Are you the one on duty here?”

Her words were carefully chosen, soaked with arrogance and smugness that honestly, she wasn’t totally faking. She knew exactly how people like this expected to be treated because she treated them like this at all times.

“Who are you?” The man asked. “I don’t recognise you.”

“You don’t recognise me?” She spoke in a mocking tone. “Of course, you don’t! What, have you worked in this building for a week? I’m from the higher floors. I’ve been sent by the executive. Don’t tell me you didn’t expect me. We sent you multiple warnings.”

The man’s eyes fell to the computer on the desk, she could tell that he hadn’t gotten anything all day.

“We haven’t heard anything,” he said. “I’ll call management and get it sorted out. I’m sure if they sent you, they must-”

“Yes, yes, waste my time,” Aria rolled her eyes. “Do you think I would be here if I had any other choice? Do you think that I wanted to be here? With you? Hardly! Let me through already and we can keep this meeting mercifully short. For both of our sakes.”

“I should check,” the man had a little more spine than she had given him credit for. Even with the full force of her personality bearing down on him, he didn’t quite seem ready to give in. “We’ve been told not to let strangers into restricted places…”

“Restricted places? This? It’s a dump. You should be guarding the archive! At least important things are kept there! These are just records for employees. Unless you think someone has gone off to join the League of Evil or something?”

“Well, no…” the man said. “But protocol-”

“You. Are. Wasting. My. Time.” Aria scowled, drawing upon her natural arrogance and wielding it like a weapon.

The man was wavering and she could see the doubt in his eyes. It was so easy to twist someone like this! Part of her loved it every time like it was the first. The rush of power was glorious and she was addicted.

“Contact management if you want,” she said, each word colder than the last. “But when you do, be sure to tell them that they’re going to need to hire a new guard. Next time, an actual guard with actual training, perhaps. Because you’re not going to be here long.”

She stalked towards him, moving closer with each moment, her finger jabbed out, and she could see the dismay in his eyes. It was all so easy. All she had to do was keep him guessing, keep him afraid and scared, make it so he didn’t think.

“I am important,” she growled. “You are not. Do you comprehend that? Does that tiny brain of yours understand what it means? Now I have been sent down here because the executive does not want to deal with the likes of you. Frankly, I don’t blame her. Because I was the unlucky one, that duty has fallen to me. I’ve already crawled through this mire you call a first floor, so I’m in a bad mood. If you waste even a second more of my time, it will go very badly for you.”

She looked at him, shooting him a glare that would have boiled blood and frozen flesh to stone.

“Now get to your damn feet and let me through.”

Speechless and defeated, the man did as she asked, running his card through the reader and cousin the door to swing open with a hiss. Aria stepped through without even a backwards glance, laughing to herself the whole time.

So easy!

Inside, the office was small and cramped. There was a workstation set up for a single person, a record keeper of some sort. Beyond that, it was just mountains of files and folders. Records, information, and papers of all kinds. Who knew who, who worked where, who was due for promotion and who was gonna be fired.

She’d been in places like this dozens of times before, and she knew exactly what to do. Better than that, she also knew exactly what to look for. Her eyes scanned the files and folders, quickly darting from one to the other.

This would have been a week ago, and judging by the strange but present system with which they had all been filed, that meant the report she wanted…

Was there!

Her hand snatched out, closing around the file as she drew it from a bookcase. With nowhere else to sit, she moved to the single desk, letting the file spill out onto the table. She recognised the face on the file, though not the name that came with it.

She’d been a veteran agent, sent by the Agency to infiltrate before Aria. And around a week ago, she’d vanished. Gone silent. No one knew quite what had happened, but it was obvious that Myriad was behind it in some way. Aria had been sent in to confirm, and this piece of paper was gonna be vital for that. Not only did it list what she’d been doing, but also the clearance levels she’d managed to get for herself before being found out.

Hah.

Aria’s lips curled into a small smile.

“Looks like you got to the Security Level, eh? Not bad. I didn’t think you’d make it quite so far before they found you.”

She gleaned down at the photo. the familiar woman smiling back made the corners of her mouth curl upwards.

“You always were an idiot, though. I knew you’d fuck up someday, but to think that you’d drag the reputation of the rest of us down with you? Can’t be having that. I suppose I need to pick up where you failed. You got caught in the Security Level, that’s right below the Executive Level. I think it’s pretty obvious where you were trying to go. That’s where I’ll start my search.”

She scrunched up the file and put it into her bag. It had been a perfect mission; exactly the sort that she preferred. In and out before any trouble. Now all she had to do was slip away again before anyone realised she hadn’t gone to where she was supposed to. She had her target, and she would return later tonight for a more proper infiltration.

“Are you enjoying snooping around?” Came a voice from behind. Aria froze, her spine stiffening in surprise. She hadn’t expected anyone, and that voice sounded very different from the easily influenced guard. For a moment she hesitated, but only for a moment.

She rose, spinning to face the man with a haughty look on her features.

“Snooping?” She scowled. “Hardly. I’m supposed to be here. I was sent by the executive to check up on-”

“Which one?”

“What?”

“Which executive? There are three I know of who would send someone like you. I’d like to know which one.”

“Karin!” Aria snapped, having done her research in preparation for just such a question. “And you know what she’s like! If you want to annoy her, just keep standing in my way!”

“Karin, eh?” The man crossed his arms, looking down at her. Aria scowled, mustering her full bravado but this one didn’t seem impressed.

He was not a large man. Or at least, not muscular. He was tall and kind of gangly, with dark hair and a pair of glasses which framed his icy blue eyes. He was dressed like an office worker, and she suspected he was the one who used the desk laid out in the room. Aria regarded him carefully, part of her was already noting that he was unusually confident, but that part was small and easily ignored. The rest of her was mad.

“Are you doubting me?” She snapped. “You want to call the boss right now and find out? You know how annoyed she’s going to be if you waste her time. Now, get out of my way. I’ve already got what I need, and you’re boring me.”

She moved to storm past him, but as she did, his hand reached, closing around her shoulder with a firm grip. Aria froze in place.

“I know you don’t work for Karin,” The man said. “I know that because I do. So let’s cut out the rest of the chase, will we? Who are you really?”

Aria turned a snarl on her face. But the unspoken aggression died as she saw the look on the man’s face. He was cold, matter of fact, but something about him warned her that there was more to this.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Allen. I run the employee office.”

“And that’s all you do?”

“Myriad is a very special company, miss. The fact that you don’t know that only confirms that you’re not supposed to be here.”

Her fingers curled, their bodies were close. In this space, she could close and strike in a second. Aria didn’t like to fight, but she knew how to. In theory, everything lined up perfectly, and she would be more than able to bring this Allen down.

“Don’t try it,” he said as if reading her mind. “It won’t go as well as you think. If you attack me, you’ll just end up on the floor.”

“Maybe,” she growled. “But maybe not. Why shouldn’t I make the effort? If you’ve caught me anyway, I mean.”

Allen gave a little laugh.

“Because you can still get away with this if you do what you’re told. Frankly, I don’t give a damn about the Employee Office. Myriad doesn’t pay me nearly enough to deal with this shit.”

Aria felt a tingle running down her spine as Allen’s eyes played over her body. She became more aware of how the tight clothes clung to her, how the skirt showed her figure. It had seemed such a good idea at the time, but….

No!

She rallied again, drawing on her arrogance and confidence.

“I don’t know what you’re suggesting,” Aria said. “But I’m not having it. Now take your hands off me or-”

“Or what?” Allen said. “You know I can call security right? With the touch of a button. They’ll be here in moments. I don’t know who you are exactly, but I know you’re not meant to be in this area. You know Myriad has its own holdings cells? How would you like to spend a night down there? Or maybe even longer?”

“You’re bluffing,” Aria glared, but he simply grinned, matching her anger with distant politeness.

“Do you want to find out? I can do it here and now. Or you can get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“You think I’d do that, you bastard?” Aria snarled, the blood rushing to her face with a surge of anger. “What the fuck kind of person demands that?”

“The kind of person who thinks he has leverage,” Allen said. “Of course, if I don’t, all you have to do is head to the door. I’ll call security, but if you are supposed to be here, they won’t bother you.”

Aria said nothing, looking from the door to the man and back again. Her emotions boiled up inside of her and she felt humiliation colouring her face. Her heart hammered. She could see on his smug face that he wondered he had her!

But the issue was, she didn’t see any way out of it. She cursed inwardly, feeling as if the world was slipping away from her grasp.

How could she have let this happen? How could she have walked into this?

Silently, slowly, her legs folded. Aria couldn’t believe she was doing this. She wanted to scream, to rage, to shout about the betrayal, the humiliation of it all. Allen watched her for a few moments and then nodded.

“Good girl,” he said. “If you behave well, I won’t even call security.”

His hands moved, reaching for the buckle to his belt and drawing it loose. Aria glared up at him, writhing in helpless defeat. Heat pounded through her body, and her eyes fixed on his erect cock as he drew it from his pants. He was excited, the sight of her kneeling before him had already made him hard and wanting. Allen grunted down at her.

“Make me feel good,” he told her. “Or else you’re for the cells.”

She glared at him, wanting to snarl, or toss a barb, to throw some kind of insult. To tell him that she’d make him pay for this or that she’d get him back. She didn’t, though he doubtless read the anger on her face.

Allen’s cock was not the largest she had seen, but neither was it small and as she brought her face close to it, it twitched in eagerness. Aria swallowed, preparing herself for the taste of it in her mouth and for the humiliation that would soon follow. She hated the fact that she was doing this, but what other choice did she have? Allen had her backed into a corner and they both knew it.

His cock was warm, her hand closed around it, and her lips gently moved towards the tip. He watched her, grinning slightly as she took it in her mouth. Feeling it resting against the tip of her tongue. He was so hard by then, his cock filled her mouth. Aria looked up, shooting Allen a disgusted look but knew she had no choice but to comply.

She started to move, shifting her head back and forth, her tongue played along the head of his cock. Allen’s words danced in her mind, reminding her that she had to make it pleasant. Make it feel good.

Aria’s lips played over his shaft, her head bobbing back and forth. His cock throbbed in her mouth, and she could taste his eagerness on the tip of her tongue. Allen let out a soft moan, she hated it. Hated how willing it made part of her as well. Fuck, was she really getting wet from this? Was she really shivering, feeling a tremor of arousal making its way down her back?

She started to move faster now, her lips sealing around Allen’s cock, feeling it filling her mouth and her throat. Her motions were more frantic, his excitement had a taste to it which made her frown in disgust. She was almost gagging, and then there was no more ‘’almost’’ when he reached out and took hold of her head, using his hands to force his cock down her throat with a sudden motion. Aria choked, adrenaline flared through her body. She couldn’t breathe!

But Allen didn’t care. He was grunting, moaning with every motion of her lips. His hips thrust forward, grinding against her open mouth. His cock throbbed and twitched. Aria hated every moment of it, the taste of his arousal swirled in her mouth, but there was something deeper as well, and she felt as if she almost could not stop herself.

Her lips moved, and she sucked on him, teasing him with the tip of her tongue, using quick, deft motions to bring him right to the moment of climax. Allen groaned, and that was the only warning she had before his cock convulsed, sticky seed spilling down her throat.

Aria recoiled, her face a mass of disgust as she gagged a second time.

“Swallow it,” Allen growled. “Or the whole thing is off.”

She glared up at him, still kneeling on the ground. Her heart beat fast, and she could feel the heat radiating between her legs. Reluctantly, she gulped down the cum, feeling it filling her throat for a moment before it was cleared. She made a face, but Allen only shook his head.

“Don’t pretend to be so disgusted,” he said to her. “Judging by how good it felt, that wasn’t the first blowjob you gave. I’d say you were pretty used to the taste by now.”

Aria glared at him, raising one arm to wipe her mouth. Her body was trembling, and she could feel the heat rising through her. She swallowed, her throat felt so dry, but at least she still had the file.

“There.” She said, “Can I go now? I’ve done what you wanted.”

“Oh yes,” Allen chuckled. “Welcome to Myriad, miss. The first rule that you have to learn to work here as a woman is that you’re going to be in this position a lot.”

“You mean dealing with scum like you?”

“On your knees in front of a man,” Allen said. “Or sometimes another woman. We don’t discriminate. Welcome to the family.”

She spat at him, rising to her feet and brushing off her dress.

I won’t be here for long, she wondered, though carefully didn’t say. Allen watched her as she moved for the door, but didn’t try to stop her. Foolishly perhaps, Aria dared to think that just maybe she would be able to continue her mission.

Except that when she stepped through the door, she found herself confronted by three burly men. They were muscular and powerful and each one was glad in a security uniform. She turned, shooting a look right at Allen who chuckled once more.

“I told you that I wouldn’t call security,” he said. “But I didn’t say anything about not having already done it. I called them before I came in. What, did you expect me to risk confronting a potentially dangerous person alone?”

Aria said nothing, her focus was on the guards now. Three of them, one to the left and one to the right, the last one dead in the middle. She took a deep breath, her body tensed as they took a step forward.

“I would surrender if I were you,” Allen spoke, moving up behind her. “Myriad guards are trained well and they aren’t gentle. If you don’t fight, you won’t be hurt. But if you do…”

His voice trailed off. Aria did not doubt that he was right, she looked from one face to the others in turn and saw not a hint of mercy there. They were the cold, glittering eyes of men who caused pain to others on a daily basis. She swallowed again, trying to weigh up her options. She had no intention of being taken easily, but what other methods out did she have? If she fought, she’d be beaten. It was three against one, four if you counted Allen. She didn’t know if he would step in, but even if he didn’t, she could see that the guards were armed with batons and tasers.

Fuck, this was bad. How the hell had she let things spiral out of control so far? Was this how the last agent had felt just before the end?

No! No, she wasn’t gonna begin thinking that way. She was better than that and she was better than that agent as well. She’d discover a way out.

Suddenly, she saw her chance and lunged! A burst of speed propelled her towards the nearest guard. He went for his baton, but she ducked under it and went low, passing him by and turning with a grin.

But the other two guards were already surging after her. Aria cursed; hating the fact that they were so fast. Weren’t guards supposed to be slow and stupid? These were anything but!

She lashed out with a kick, taking one in the side of the face as he fell back. The other swept out with his baton, but she stepped smartly into his range, hammering an elbow into his gut. He folded and went down. But now the first guard was coming back into range. He struck out suddenly, his baton flashed to the right and she wove to the left. Aria had a brief moment of triumph before she realised it had been a faint! The guard brought the baton hammering back around and she felt it smash into the base of her skull.

The world went black for Aria and she stumbled, pain throbbed through her and she lost control of her legs. She crashed to the ground, rolling a little as she desperately tried to rise. The guard was faster. Before she even knew it, her hands were pulled roughly behind her back and she felt cold cuffs click into place. She was pulled to her feet and then, hauled up easily. The guard grinned down at her, the other two already moving to join them.

Behind them, Allen shook his head.

“You really should have come quietly, you know.”

The guard reached out, taking hold of the tight blouse that she had worn as a distraction and pulled. Aria squeaked and tried to get away, but her hands were bound and her legs were weak. With a horrible ripping sound, the fabric tore and the cold wind washed against her body.

Her bra was lacy and black, a slim number that she had worn because it all the time made her look sexy and dangerous. Now her face flushed with humiliation and she regretted that choice.

“Where do we take her?” The leading guard asked Allen. “To the cells?”

“Take her to the warehouse,” Allen said. “I’ll talk to Karin, and see if she really is one of ours. I doubt it, but…well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Isn’t that on the other side of the building?” One of the guards asked. “She’d need to go the whole way like that.”

“Does that matter?” Allen laughed. “Take her slowly. Let everyone see. Oh and one other thing. That bra? Lose it.”

The following walk was one of the most humiliating of Aria’s life. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was forced to stagger after the guards who flanked her on every side. Her face burned red, and she was unable to cover herself. She regretted wearing the tightly fitting clothes now, especially as crowds started to gather. Humiliation painted her red, and she wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow her whole. Her legs shook, and she found she could barely continue to put one foot in front of the other.

The guards didn’t help. They pushed her and shoved her, forcing her to move faster, making her chest jiggle for the eyes of the crowd.

And the crowd did appreciate it. There were calls and whispers, echoing sounds of mockery as she was force-marched along. Aria tried to close her eyes, to pretend that none of this was happening but it was so hard. Her body felt warm, pulsing with heat; there was a fire between her legs that she was desperately trying to ignore. Her breath came in great, heaving gasps, and the rise and fall of her chest was visible to all. The coldness touched her, made her nipples hard, and she found her eyes falling to the floor, desperate not to meet the gaze of the crowd.

It felt like it took forever to walk to the warehouses, her face stained with humiliation and her heart beating quickly. Aria felt as if she had never done a thing like this in her life. With the guards around her, she felt helpless, penned in. As if there was nothing he could do but follow meekly along in their wake.

And so, Aria was led to the warehouse.

The warehouse was a large section of the building; a cavernous collection of looming, reinforced shelves and boxes that stretched as far as the eye could see. Contained there was anything and everything that the rest of the building might need. The selection ranged from computer parts to uniforms to tools to other, less innocent things as well. By the time she arrived, Aria’s legs were shaking, her breathing was fast. Each step felt harder than the last, and the worst part was that she was bringing a crowd!

They followed behind, more people than she could count. She was sure that if it had not been for the guards, they’d have already swarmed her.

“All right,” Allen said. He’d followed them all the way here, and Aria was glaring at him whenever she got the chance. “This seems a good place to leave her. Tie her to the supports for that shelf.”

He gestured to one of the large, metal shelves. Aria groaned, realising that she would not be able to pull away from that. The guards shoved her roughly, forcing her to stumble towards it. Once she was there, she was made to turn around as one of the guards secured her hands to the metal frame using more cuffs. They pulled hard, once, twice, then a third time just to be sure that she couldn’t get away.

Only then did they step back. Aria felt the blood running to her face. She tugged helplessly at her bonds, looking to each guard in turn and then at last to Allen. Not a single one of them showed any mercy at all.

“You want us to stick with her while you check with Karin?” Asked the lead guard.

“What for?” Allen asked.

The guard gestured to the crowd, who were even now gathering in greater numbers. Aria’s face paled as Allen spoke again.

“Let them have some fun with her. We’ll be back before it gets too serious.”

“Wait!” Aria cried. “Y-you can’t be serious. You’re not just going to leave me here like this?”

“Why not?” Allen cocked his head. “These are myriad employees. They won’t go too far. Probably. Besides, you must have known the risks when you came here. But you’re right, we can’t just leave you like that.”

He reaches into his pocket and came out with something black and long. Aria just had time to recognise it as a gag before he forced it around her skull, wedging it between her lips. She struggled, but with her hands bound, there really was no way to withstand and soon she found she could make no sound at all.

Allen stood back, enjoying the sight of her for a moment before he nodded to the guards.

“All right. Let’s talk to Karin. And you, my dear, your job is just to stay here and enjoy yourself.”

He turned, marching back the way that they had come. The three guards followed and Aria could only watch mournfully as they left her. The crowd gathered, edging closer with every passing moment. Her legs were shaking. She felt so weak, so utterly helpless. All she had to defend herself with now was a glare, and that did nothing at all.

The crowd moved forward, slowly at first but then with more confidence as the guards didn’t come rushing back. Aria pressed her eyes tightly closed, bracing herself to endure the onslaught but her body still stiffened as she felt the first hands against her chest. They were crude and forceful, running fingers over her stiffening nipples. Her spine arched, her fists clenched behind her back. She tried to make some sort of sound, a cry or a plea, but all she could manage was a low moan through the gag.

“Who even is this?” Someone muttered. “I’ve never seen her around before in my life. I wonder what she did?”

“Does it matter?” Someone else said. “Just take advantage of it while she’s here. I bet she’s all wet from that march.”

Aria shook her head, her eyes were still pressed tightly closed. Their hands were moving all over her body, her skin was tingling, and there were so many people! She could feel them pressing in around her. Fingers traced over her delicate skin, sparking flashes of heat and aching want that ran along her spine like a tide.

“Look at how her legs are shaking. She wants this.”

Aira moaned, her nipples were so hard now. Deft fingers were plucking them and playing with them. A pair of hands were tracing down her thighs, someone else pulled up her skirt and she tried to squeak and pull away. Her face burned red with humiliation as that hand closed around the elastic band of her panties, drawing it down and over her legs with a single, smooth motion.

“Look how wet she is! I can’t believe it!”

Frantically, Aria shook her head, trying to deny it, but her whole body shuddered as she felt someone rubbing her pussy with the palm of their hand. She gave a moan, half collapsing to her knees as the air pumped desperately in her chest.

People were all around her now. Men and women she didn’t even know. She kept her eyes pressed closed, but she could still feel them. Their hands roamed across her body, making her quiver and jump and gasp through the gag. Her legs thrashed, but they were so weak, someone trailed kisses down her throat, made her heart fast. Another person was rubbing her chest, their hands teasing and caressing her breasts, making her gasp and moan as pleasure sparked through her nerves.

The worst was the one between her legs. Even kneeling, Aria could feel them there. Their fingers traced her sex, prodding and teasing her. Making her jump and moan. Their rubbing motions became more and more intense and with the gag in her mouth she couldn’t even beg them to stop. She moaned, her body shivering, burning points of contact covered her from head to toe as people touched and caressed her. There were so many that her head was starting to spin and she could barely think! Her body trembled, and she felt like she was…

Like she was gonna cum…

No!

Aria’s eyes snapped open, a flash of horror passing through her. Her face burned red with humiliation, but she refused to cum because of this! She would fight it, she would! Her body tensed, her eyes narrowed, and she refused to let the constant barrage against her senses push her over the edge.

But it was so hard. People were touching her, caressing her, kissing her. Her body was a mass of heat, pleasure pulsed through her in crashing waves and all she could do was kneel there and endure it. The cuffs pulled at her arms, keeping them behind her back. She was moaning openly through the gag, she felt so utterly humiliated, degraded beyond measure as the crowd used her body as a toy. Teasing her and tempting her, dragging her closer and closer to a reluctant climax that it was becoming clear she would not be able to avoid.

By now, she was moaning and gasping, her body shuddering. Every touch sent a wave of heat rushing through her. Her pussy throbbed, and she was soaking. Even worse, everyone could see that she was soaking. Her muscles were still tensed, but the orgasm was breaking her down step by step. It was coming now and she knew that she couldn’t stop it.

Aria gave a wail through the gag, her body shuddering and shivering as the convulsions grew stronger, the crowd watched and she could feel their eyes on her, observing every moment of her humiliation. The climax roared through her, peaking higher and higher until all she could think was the writhing, burning wave of pleasure which rushed through her body.

She surrendered to it, letting it take her with the knowledge that it would do so anyway. The crowd closed in, enjoying the sight of her complete and total defeat and disgrace.

By the time Allen and the guards returned, Aria was a soaking mess on the floor. Her legs were stained with wetness, her drool was dripping from the gag. Reluctantly, the crowd cleared the way to let them through.

“Did you enjoy your time in the spotlight?” Allen asked. “Turns out Karin didn’t know who you were. Shocking.”

He gestured to the guards.

“Take her to the cells.”

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