Jessica's Plight (Demo)

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<<audio $music_track volume $music_volume loop play>><script> window.JessicasPlight2.toggleImages("true"); </script><img class="center-small" src="img/cover.png"> <h1>Jessica's Plight v3.1.0 [Demo Version]</h1> This is a demo version with limited content of "Jessica's Plight". To play the full game, head on over to the game's official itch.io page: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/jessicas-plight This work of fiction is an adult game, aimed for an adult audience and includes explicit text and graphics. The characters depicted in this story are fictional and have no real-world counter-parts or inspirations. The events and scenes in this interactive novel can be disturbing for some viewers. This game features hardcore bondage and bdsm, sexism, slavery, sexual scenes, foul language and death. This work of fiction does not reflect the personal beliefs or thoughts of the creator. The creator of this work of fiction does not condone the language, actions and situations depicted in this work of fiction. This work of fiction is meant to be purely enjoyed as fiction. You can toggle images on/off in the Config Menu on the left. (default: on) You can also adjust the difficulty of chapter 2 in the Config Menu. (default: easy) Please confirm that you understand, want to proceed and that you're at least 18 years old. <<silently>> <<set $jp_show_images to true>> <<set $triedLeavingBathroom to false>> <<set $previousPassage to "">> <<set $refusals to 0>> <<set $shavedHead to false>> <<set $trainingIncomplete to true>> <<set $jp_show_images to true>> <<set $jp_enable_sidebar to false>> <<set $explore to false>> <<set $explore_body to false>> <<set $listen to false>> <<set $time to 0>> <<set $found_rock to false>> <<set $jp_chapter2_easy_mode to true>> <</silently>> [[I want to proceed and I am 18 years old or older|I want to proceed and I am 18 years old or older]] [[I don't want to proceed / I'm younger than 18 years old]] [[View Credits]]

<img class="center" src="img/003_BATHROOM.png"> You walk to the bathroom. The office is silent, everyone has left the building hours ago to celebrate the holidays. Work will resume after the new year's, in about 10 days time. You have until then to fix the pile of work on your desk, or get fired... You open the bathroom door and lock yourself into the first empty stall. [[Cry]]

<img class="center" src="img/002_MUG.png"> You're thirsty. You fill your huge "Think Big" coffee mug to the brim with cool tap-water, return to your desk and continue working on the pile of papers in front of you... A few hours later you're exhausted, having accomplished almost nothing... Again you despair at your situation. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes... [[Go to the bathroom and cry]]

<img class="center-small" src="img/004_LISTEN.png"> You spent almost half an hour sobbing on the toilet. Your mind is razing. You know your boss will likely fire you the first thing after new year's. You don't have any backup funds to keep your apartment for even a month if that happens. You'll be out on the streets, homeless, jobless. You wipe the tears from your eyes and breath calmly. The unfairness of the situation is frustrating. You don't have a boyfriend who you could live with and you definitely do not want to ask your family for help either. You're already seen as failure in your family, you definitely do not want to give more reasons for them to ridicule you. Your hands absentmindendly reach for your purse... Ah, you must've forgotten it at your desk. No scrolling the phone for you. You're about to stand up, when suddenly, you hear footsteps in the hallway. The janitor? The cleaners? Someone's dragging something heavy around. The door the the bathroom opens and someone walks in dragging something heavy. The last thing you want is for someone to see that you've cried and laugh at you... You decide to... [[Stay quiet and wait for them to leave]]

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png"> You hear heavy footsteps outside your stall. They are doing something on the other side, in your ears it sounds like maintenance work. The janitor? Your sit quietly, hoping they'll go away and leave you alone with your thoughts. Eventually, they finish their task. They open the stall next to yours and drag something inside. It is now that you notice a hole, roughly twice as large in size as tennisball in the wall of your stall, at about your eye-height from your sitting position. The wall between the stalls is solid, like all the walls and the door as well, but they are thin: Your guess is that the walls are slightly thinner than an inch. You can see into the stall next to you. You can see the crotch of a pair of fine suit pants - a man's pants and that's no janitor's outfit! You decide to... [[Stay quiet as a mouse]] [[Announce your presence by clearing your throat]]

<img class="center" src="img/006_LETTER.png"> You do your best to stay quiet, but it's clear the man knows you're in the stall next to him. How?? He slips a paper to you underneath the stall... [[Read it]]

<img class="center" src="img/006_LETTER.png"> The man doesn't seem surprise to hear you in the stall next to his. He slips a paper to you underneath the stall... [[Read it]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/007_LETTER.png"> //I know you're in there Jessica. I've been following your situation closely here at work, and I have a proposal for you. I can help your with your workload and put a good word about you to the boss. I only ask for a small favor. Interested?// Your heart is racing and your mind is a blur of thoughts. Your first reaction is to... [[Ask him who he is]] [[After a thoughtful silence, your shaky voice manages to ask weakly "What kind of favor..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png"> You ask him what kind of favor he means... The man replies: "I will help you with your work and even put in a good word for the boss. All I want in return is for you to obey all my instructions this evening. Refusal will be met with punishment. Don't worry - all harmless fun, I assure you." So, the man wants to take advantage of a woman in a troubled situation to get his way. You have a feeling you know where this is going. You weigh your options. The man's deal will for sure let you keep your job and finish all the work your boss has set to you, ensuring the company doesn't sue you for costing the company a ton of money... but at what price? [[Tentatively, you say: "Deal"|Before take off your shoes]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Disturbed, you say: "No deal" and storm out of the bathroom!|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $triedLeavingBathroom to false>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Defeated, you say: \"Deal\"">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Before take off your shoes">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/013_ERECT.png"> You refuse to kiss it. Giving a handjob is enough in your opinion, you won't disgrace yourself any further. "Kiss it, then take it in your mouth, slut." his commanding voice beckons from the other side. You're startled. Your heart skips a beat. Something about being called slut fills you with equal parts anger and arousal.<<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>>If you want his help, you will need to comply... And it's not like you can prevent him from entering the stall if he wants to... As much as it disgusts you, a survival instinct of sorts kicks in.<</if>> You.. [[Comply - you give his cock a kiss then take it in your mouth]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Refuse - storm out of the bathroom|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively comply - you give his cock a kiss then take it in your mouth">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Comply - you give his cock a kiss then take it in your mouth">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/015_KISS.png"> Your cheeks are flushing. His majestic member is staring you in your face. You breathe deep breaths. You kiss the tip of his cock. It tastes quite neutral, almost as if he's cleaned it just moments before. Cheeky bastard! He know you would agree to this! You give it another kiss and continue stroking with your right hand. "Now suck it." He instructs. <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>> You weight your options. Having come to this point, as much as it frightens you, you really do not have much of a choice other than to comply with the man's requests. No-one is coming here for many days, and you have no means of escaping. But more importantly, you're really freightened by the thought of him entering your bathroom stall: there's no telling what he'll do to you if you outright refuse him. Thus, the only thing that you can do, is to obey the man and hope he lives up to his end of the bargain.<</if>> [[Comply - you give his cock a kiss then take it in your mouth]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[He's crossed a line - this you will not do. You loosen your grip on his dick and storm out of the bathroom.|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively comply - take his cock in your mouth">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Comply - you give his cock a kiss then take it in your mouth">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/016_BLOWJOB.png"> You start at the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. You give that area some licks, then tease him with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. You can feel his cock tensing. You put your lips around the whole head of his cock and start to gently suck him off. You fondle his balls and caress the root of his shaft in your hands. You take it in your mouth a few times, only two inches deep. He grunts with appreciation. You then slowly lower your mouth over half of the length of his organ, getting it deep enough inside your mouth to trigger a small gag reflect. His cock throbs against the back of your throat. You can feel his heat, his lust. Before you can continue, he pulls his cock away from the hole. "Good, you really are a good slut aren't you?" he tells you. You're still sitting on the toilet seat, having just sucked a possible co-worker's cock. You blush again but can't deny your arousal. You feel a wetness building in your panties as your body reacts to the heat of the moment. Before you can say anything, an object slips underneath the stall to your side. You look at it shocked - a leather collar with a lock! "Put it on." his calm but firm voice orders you. Your hands are shaking as you... [[Grab the collar, study its design.]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Decide to leave before things get ugly - you rush out of the bathroom|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Hesistantly grab the collar and study its design.">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Grab the collar, study its design.">> <</silently>>

<<silently>> <<set $pre_daniel_advice to false>> <<set $pre_steve_advice to false>> <<set $pre_fjord_coffee to false>> <<set $pre_fjord_professional to false>> <<set $pre_remove_blouse to false>> <<set $pre_kneel to false>> <<set $pre_cock to false>> <<set $pre_sex_william to false>> <<set $ch3_kidnapped_from_ch3 to false>> <</silently>>Jessica's Plight v3.1.0 [Demo Version] contains a shorter version of the Prelude and roughly 33% of Chapter 1. The full game contains 4 chapters: Prelude, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3. Depending on your choices, you will skip most of Chapter 1's content and go straight to Chapter 3, locking yourself out from Chapter 2. At least two playthroughs are needed to see all content in the full game. Full game is available here: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/jessicas-plight In this story, you play as Jessica. You are a 23-years old attractive young woman, working at an entry-level job at a big company. For a while now you've been struggling to make ends meet, between paying rents, buying expensive representative clothing for your work and paying off your student debt. Today, a big client is in town, and it is your responsibility to land the deal... [[Start the story]]

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<img class="center" src="img/017_COLLAR.png"> Your shaking hands grab the collar. It's made of leather that will not break easily. It has a lock which doesn't require a key to lock, but does require one to open. It looks solid. You know that if you slip it on, only he can open it. You slip the collar around your neck and hesitate. Your hands are grabbing the cool metal lock, waiting for the final click. <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>>You weight your options. Having come to this point, as much as it frightens you, you really do not have much of a choice other than to comply with the man's requests. No-one is coming here for many days, and you have no means of escaping. But more importantly, you're really freightened by the thought of him entering your bathroom stall: there's no telling what he'll do to you if you outright refuse him. Thus, the only thing that you can do, is to obey the man and hope he lives up to his end of the bargain.<</if>> You.. [[With a soft clicking sound, you lock the collar around your neck.]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Decide you've had enough. You take the collar off and storm out of the bathroom.|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively, with a soft clicking sound, you lock the collar around your neck.">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "With a soft clicking sound, you lock the collar around your neck.">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/017_COLLAR.png"> The collar is now firmly locked around your neck - you won't be able to remove it even if you wanted. Something about being treated as an animal, or slave, fills you with fear, but a spark of excitement has somehow awoken deep within you. The man hums in approval. "Good girl." he says. You feel your cheeks are flushing red. [[Wait for his next command|wait for next after collar lock]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">><</silently>>Sitting in the toilet-seat, you bend over to remove your high-heels that you always wear at work. After all, got to look representable. You're wearing black stocking underneath that now touch the cool bathroom floor. "Done." you reply. "Push them over to my stall." he replies. His words throw yet another curveball at you. Your breath quickens as your mind processed his request... Or rather, command. You can't help but ask "You'll give them back, right?". He replies: "Of course, this is all just harmless fun." You think for a while. Are you willing to go down this route? Eventually, he impatiently murmurs "Well...?" You decide to... [[Comply - push your shoes underneath the stall to his side]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Grab your shoes and run out of the bathroom|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively comply - push your shoes underneath the stall to his side">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Comply - push your shoes underneath the stall to his side">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/020_HEELS.png"> You can see a black-leather gloved hand grab your shoes as you push them to the other side and you hear him placing them in a bag. You gulp. You're beginning to feel like you're getting deep into trouble. "Your submissiveness pleases me." he says. Before you can answer he continues. "Now take off your shirt." A part of you did see this coming, but your heart still skips a beat. Is the bathroom getting warmer, or is it you? You decide to... [[Take off your shirt]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Run out of the bathroom, abandoning your shoes|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Hesistantly comply - take off your shirt">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Take off your shirt">> <</silently>>

You unbutton your shirt, starting at the top. It's made of a fine silk-and-cotton mix, white in color. You have some trouble unbuttoning it as your hands have started to shake. When the last button remains, you pause. Are you really going to continue down this path? You really do need the job and the money, but is it worth it? He hears you open the last button and the soft sounds of you removing your shirt. You sit on the toilet-seat, without shoes on, shirt in hand. Out of all the days, today is the day you chose to wear your sexy sheer bra. It barely hides your hard nipples and curvy breasts... "Aren't you forgetting something?" the man prompts. You look at the shirt in your hand. Right... <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>>You weight your options. Having come to this point, as much as it frightens you, you really do not have much of a choice other than to comply with the man's requests. No-one is coming here for many days, and you have no means of escaping. But more importantly, you're really freightened by the thought of him entering your bathroom stall: there's no telling what he'll do to you if you outright refuse him. Thus, the only thing that you can do, is to obey the man and hope he lives up to his end of the bargain.<</if>> [[Push your shirt underneath the stall to his side]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Enough - as quick as you can, you run out of the bathroom and slip on your shirt|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Hesistantly push your shirt underneath the stall to his side">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Push your shirt underneath the stall to his side">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/022_SHIRT.png"> You're feeling more exposed with every peace of clothing that you hand over to the man. He slips your shirt into a bag, likely the same bag as your shoes are in. "Good, you really enjoy being submissive, don't you?" he probes. You stay quiet. Inside, you feel that his words ring true, but you're still convincing yourself that you're only doing this to keep your job - not because you enjoy exploring this side of yourself. "Your stockings now." his voice says casually. Has he done this before to some other poor girl... You can't help but think, as he seems to have a very precise plan. You let your hands slide over your smooth stockings. They aren't protecting your modesty much anyway, so what's the harm? You... [[Comply - remove your stockings and push them to his side]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Cut your losses and run out of the bathroom - it's just not worth it|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively comply - remove your stockings and push them to his side">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Comply - remove your stockings and push them to his side">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/023_STOCKINGS.png"> Your hands trace the smooth surface of the stockings, from your knees to the top under your skirt. You stand up and remove them - one leg at a time. You're getting goosebumps on your thighs and arms. The cool bathroom doesn't feel cool at all any longer - your heart is beating fast and your breath is quickening. You sit back down on the toilet seat. Remembering what the man wants, you push your stockings to him underneath the stall. Once again, you hear him bagging the items you passed him, further expanding on his growing collection of your clothes. You realize he has more of your clothes in his bag than you have items still on you: He has your shoes, your stockings and your shirt. You have your panties, your sheer bra and your skirt. A flush of heat washes over your cheeks at the realization. "Good, good. I admire your dedication. Now, your skirt." he commands. You saw this coming miles away. At this point, you've pretty much accepted it too. A small part of you screams at you for doing this... <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>>You've come this far already and as you know, there's no escaping the situation anyway. You decide that your need to see things through...<</if>> [[You ignore the concerned voice in your head and remove your skirt]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[You listen to the concerned voice in your head and flee the bathroom|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Tentatively comply - remove your skirt">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "You ignore the concerned voice in your head and remove your skirt">> <</silently>>

You're getting a bit too comfortable in your opinion with his commanding tone and explicit requests. However, you ignore your concerned voice and begin stripping your skirt. You begin by opening the clasp, then you open the zipper at the side. You grab the skirt firmly with both hands, one hand on each side of your hips, then you squirm a bit as you undress your skirt. Your thick ass and delicious thighs always make it an effort to remove or put on the tight office-skirt you've chosen. But it's worth it - it looks really good on you and highlights your fine assets. However, now the skirt is on the floor of the bathroom and you feel properly naked. You're only wearing a sexy pair of underwear and a sheer bra. You hesitantly push your skirt to the other side of the stall, where a leather-gloved hand grabs it and stores it securely in the bag with the rest of your belongings. A shiver goes down your spine. You sit back on the toilet seat, like the good girl you are, awaiting further instructions. "Good girl. You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" he teases. In your head, you have two voices contradicting each-other: One is saying he's possibly right, the other is terrified to admit it. [[Wait for his next command|stroke dick scene]]

<img class="center" src="img/025_CHAIN.png"> You manage to find your courage. "No, enough." you stutter. You're reward with a short moment of silence from him. "I'm the one who decides what's enough." he replies, threateningly. "Do as I say and we both get want we want." You knew it would be pointless, but you had to try. You really don't have many options... [[Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Escape now - you're practically naked and wearing a collar, but you can't take it anymore!|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash">> <</silently>>

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm2">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You accept your fate. You grab the leash in your right hand and study the locking mechanism. Similar to the collar, once you snap it in place you won't be able to open it without a key. You study the chain. It's made of metal. You have a feeling you won't be able to break the metal, even if you had a sledgehammer at your disposal... You fumble with your left hand, finding the ring in your collar that the lock will slip around. You turn the collar on your neck so that the hole in the collar is pointed in front of you, underneath your chin, pointed against the wall in the stall. You gulp. You're really doing this aren't you? You hesitate for a moment. You feel like you're giving away your freedom now and placing yourself entirely at the mercy of the stranger on the other side of the stall. He rattles the chain and says "Go on." urging you on. You close your eyes and... [[Lock the leash on your collar]]

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> With your eyes closed, you sigh and lock the leash to your collar. The lock is attached with a metallic click. You keep your eyes closed, kneeled before the hole in the stall, wearing nothing but your panties and a sheer bra, and a leashed collar. You feel a pull on the leash and you open your eyes. The pull forces you forward towards the hole. He's strong! You try to resist the tug, but even when pushing with your entire body against the stall wall, you cannot stop the tugging. Your neck hurts from the effort. Your face is now firmly against the hole of the stall, your nose, mouth and chin are pushed to the other side where the man is waiting. You cannot see through the hole in this angle, he's firmly pulled you to the hole, completely exposing your mouth on his side of the hole. You start to protest, but he interrupts you and says: "Be a good slut and you will be rewarded. Struggle, and you'll be punished. Understand? Here, let me demonstrate..." A zapping sounds from the other side. Before you have time to think, a jolt of pain surges through your body! Some sort of electric torture device makes your body twitch in agony. You let out a helpless cry. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can't believe you've let things escalate to this point! Paradoxically, you can feel the wetness between your legs growing. You touch your hand between your thighs. Sure enough, your panties are now leaking with your horny fluids. You shake in frustration. Another pull from the leash reminds you of your predicament. "Understand?" he repeats. You hesitate for a moment, then reply... [[Yes, I understand.]] [[No, fuck you, let me go!]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm2">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You weakly manage to say it through the hole. In your ears, you sound like a desperate, horny bondage-loving sex-toy who has just given a man permission to use her body as he likes. But you know you're not... You just don't want to be hurt. The man grunts his approval. "Good." He harks his throat. "Now, open your mouth." he says, clearly with something in his mouth. You hesitate. Is he going to spit in your mouth? You grimace in disgust... [[Obey - open your mouth wide]] [[Refuse - keep your mouth shut]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">><</silently>>He keeps the pull on your leash tight. "Wrong answer..." he threatens. An electric zap sounds from the other side. Your eyes widen. "No wait..." you manage, but too late. The second electric shock, much stronger than the previous, sores through your body as the probe touches your exposed throat, just under your chin, above the point where the collar is attached to your neck. You scream in pain. The bastard! Tears are freely flowing now from your cheeks. A throbbing pain remains in your body, strongest at your neck. You thrash against the pull of the leash, trying desperately to get away. To no avail, his pull is too strong. You remain stuck with your mouth, nose and chin through the hole, kneeling on the bathroom floor. "I'll zap you again if you don't stop right now." he almost shouts. You stop your thrashing and instead start sobbing quietly... "Good, now stop crying. I will punish you again if you continue resisting. You understand, slut?" he says, keeping the leash pulled tight and you pinned against the wall. You try to control your traumatized body. Slowly, you stop crying and eventually manage to breathe calmly again. You accept your place... [[Yes, I understand.]] <<silently>> <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>> <</silently>>

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm2">><</silently>><img class="center-small" src="img/030_OPEN.png"> You're disgusted by the idea of him spitting in your mouth, but, you're in no position to argue with his command at this point. You open your mouth wide and hear a spitting sounds, a warm glob lands on your tongue and the back of your throat. "Swallow." he orders. You're gagging at the taste of his spit. You don't want to swallow it, in fact, you want to spit it right back at his shoes. His threats up to this point make you hesitant. Obey, or be punished, his words echo in your head. You decide to... [[Swallow the spit]] [[Spit it out]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/029_DISGUST.png"> A zapping sound and a jolt of pain coarse through your body. You scream in pain and your body shakes. "I said, open your mouth". he says, mouth full of something... Crying, you gather yourself. A few moments layer, you weakly accept his dominance over your fate... [[Obey - open your mouth wide]] <<silently>><<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>><</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You reluctantly swallow his spit, gulping at the end to make sure it stays down. You almost throw up from the effort. In your mind you have no doubt that he would make you eat your own puke if you would throw up now. Just the thought makes you dry-retch loudly. He gives you a moment to compose yourself. "See, you have a real sub-slut in you after all." he says. You agree with him. No self-respecting normal person would've agreed to do what you just did. You feel a deep shame and humiliation at the thought of the things you've done so far. But, your thoughts are interrupted by his commanding voice, saying: "Now, open your mouth and be a good slut." You've been reduced into submission by his presence, his words, his commands, your predicament. You do as you're told... [[Open your mouth again]]

<img class="center" src="img/032_BUCKET.png"> You can't take it - you spit it out. You try to aim it on his legs, where you think his legs are positioned anyways, you can't see through the hole in this angle. You think you hear the spit landing in a bucket, much closer to your face than you expected. Shit, he was expecting something like this... Two quick jolts of electric pain coarse through your body, starting at your throat. The zapping leave you stunned and speechless for what feels like an eternity. You're yanked back to consciousness by the chain leash around your neck. Groggily, your body aching badly, you stir awake. "Let's try this again." he says, pressing the bucket against your sore lips. You feel like there must be blood coming down your neck by now from the zaps. "Drink." he leans the bucket forward, the spit slipping into your open weak mouth. You can't even feel it as it sloshes on your tongue towards the back of your throat. That's a lot of spit... Weakly, you comply to his wishes, having learned your lesson... [[Swallow the spit]] <<silently>><<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>><</silently>>

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> <<if $refusals is 0>>You've followed the man's orders so far without hesitation. You begin to get used to being treated like this...<<else>><<if $refusals >= 1 and $refusals <= 2>>You've not always silently followed his requests, that's for sure, but you find yourself agreeing to do most of the things he suggests without complaining...<<else>>You've not willingly obeyed him thus far - he's had to use force to break you into submission. However, fearing punishment, you obey him now...<</if>><</if>> You open your mouth, expecting his erect member to insert itself into your willing mouth. Instead, you're startled by his probing gloved fingers. You flinch. "Remember what I told you." he warns. You fight back the urge to bite his fingers. He explores your tongue with his fingers and extends your cheeks. You feel utterly humiliated. His fingers find the back of your throat where they pause, then probe to check your gag reflex. You involuntarily gag and slightly shut your mouth. "Keep your mouth open, slut." he orders you. Your jaw is starting to ache from keeping your mouth open, but you comply. He removes his fingers. "Now continue sucking." he says. The chain around your neck loosens a bit and you can move your head a little bit, just enough to make a back-and-forwards motion. His cock enters your open mouth. [[Suck his cock and try to make him cum as fast as possible]] [[Suck his cock, but be passive]]

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You give him the most constrained blowjob of your life, pressing your lips against his shaft and moving backwards as far as your chain allows and forward until the stall's wall stop you. You continue this for a while, doing your best to make him cum as fast as possible. He'll likely let you leave as soon as he's finished! He's reaching a climax, you think. You double your efforts, taking his shaft as deep into your mouth as you can. His hips are moving in rhythm with your sucking, and you gag again and again as the tip of his dick slips into your throat. You're a drooling mess and your can feel that your pussy is now freely dripping horny fluids on the bathroom floor. Your panties are drenched. [[Continue being a good slut]]

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You can't really move your head as you're used to, so you let him do most of the work. You keep your mouth open and teeth out of the way as he takes advantage of you. His hips slowly, rhythmically, sway back and forth bringing the tip of his cock in your mouth, just to the mid-point of your tongue. Drool is beginning to form in your mouth. His swaying intensifies, penetrating most of the shaft into your mouth. You instinctively try to pull away, but the chain keeps you pinned at the hole. His relentless assault continues. Your jaw is aching a lot now and you struggle to keep your mouth open as he brings his shaft in a sudden deep plunge all the way into your throat. Your body shakes in shock, but he doesn't stop. You gag again and again as the tip of his dick slips into your throat. You're a drooling mess and your can feel that your pussy is now freely dripping horny fluids on the bathroom floor. Your panties are drenched. [[Continue being a good slut]]

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> You lose track of time as you gag on his cock lodge deep in your throat. Drool is flowing down in both sides of the stall wall, you can feel it flowing down your neck on to your tits. You sense he's about to climax. Finally! But then he suddenly pulls away. Bastard! You can hear him breathing hard on the other side, but you can barely focus as your ravaged body shakes with frustration, horniness and exhaustion. You close your aching jaw and lean back on the bathroom floor. The chain extends freely now, allowing you to get into a comfortable sitting position on the floor. You give the chain an absent tug with your right hand. It doesn't budge. He must have it locked to something on his side. You hear him catch his breath and say: "You're really beginning to learn your place, I like that. Keep up the good work and our deal will be finished in no time." "Just let me go already, you've had your fun." you find yourself saying. A pang of regret follows. Please, please don't shock me again you find yourself thinking, but unable to say. You're paralyzed with fear. The moment of silence that follows your outburst seems to last forever and your mind is spinning. You're having trouble focusing your vision and thoughts. You're startled by his firm voice saying: "As you know, I make the rules and define the limit. Not you." he says, then adds."From now on, when you address me, you will always call me Master. You understand?" You feel weak, exposed, alone, abandoned and betrayed by the universe as you shakily manage to reply... [[I understand... Master.]] [[Yes... I understand.]] <<if $refusals <= 3>>[[Fuck you|Fuck you soft punishment]]<<else>>[[Fuck you]]<</if>>

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> Your neck almost snaps as he pulls you back towards the wall of the stall and the hole in the wall that has ruined your day. He zaps you multiple times and you scream at every jolt coursing through your body. The wet drool intensifies the shocks and your throat and neck feel like they're on fire by the time he's finished with you. Your body can't take any more... You slump against the wall and remain there, dropped like a doll with the strings cut off. You can actually see blood on the bathroom floor under you. "When will you learn that you have absolute no say in the matter, you stupid cunt?" he barks at you. You hear the words but the meaning slips right past you. Your mind is somewhere else. You can hear him saying more words, but can't understand them. Moments later, your mind returns to you and you once again manage to get back into a sitting position on the bathroom floor. He notices you stirring into consciousness. "I hope you now understand what is needed of you. Do you?" his question pierces through your very being. Your sore throat barely manages to say... [[I understand... Master.]] <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>>

<img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> "You forget something?" he probes, the leash grows tight. You say... [[I understand... Master.]] [[Fuck you]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/037_CUFFS.png"> "Good. For as long as we're spending this evening together, I own you. The quicker you accept that, the better." he says matter-of-fact. Your heart sinks in your chest. You rest on the floor, awaiting new instructions from the man... your... Master... You're acutely aware of your predicament, sitting here wearing nothing but your wet panties and a provocative sheer bra, wearing a collar locked around your neck. The chain leash keeps you locked to something on the man's side of the stall. You're helpless and you're starting to accept your fate, whatever it may be. Just what a stupid girl like you deserve, your inner voice tells you. The man is rummaging after something on his side. Soon, a pair of leather cuffs connected with a study chain is slipped underneath the stall to your side. "Grab the cuffs and sit on the toilet seat. Follow my instructions exactly." he commands you. You.. [[Inspect the cuffs]] [[Grab the cuffs and sit on the toilet seat]]

<img class="center" src="img/037_CUFFS.png"> You decide to inspect the cuffs first. They are made of a similar sturdy leather as the collar around your neck. They're clearly meant to go around your ankles or your wrists. The chain between them is solid metal, exactly the same type as the chain leash attached to your collar. The locking mechanism is open and you notice that once shut, they can only be opened with a key. You can't help but wonder how many keys he must've brought with him... You dread the thought. [[Grab the cuffs and sit on the toilet seat]]

<img class="center" src="img/038_CUFFS.png"> You submissively grab the cuffs, careful not to lock them too early by mistake. You stand up and sit down on the closed toilet seat, bare ass feeling cool on the solid and likely very dirty seat. "Good, now, lock it first around your left ankle." he orders. You stare at the cuffs, then your ankle. This is not going to end well. You bend over, sitting on the toilet seat, and bring the cuff to your left ankle. You know you must do exactly as you're told... [[Lock the cuffs on your left ankle]] [[Pretend to lock the cuffs, but don't lock it all the way]]

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> "Good. Now, let me have a look. Push your ankle underneath the stall so I can see the lock." he orders. Damn him... groving suspicious is he? [[Present your locked left ankle]]

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> You decide to leave the cuffs unlocked, but they appear to be locked around your ankle at first glance. You're nerviously shaking and your heart is beating faster at the subterfuge. "Let me have a look. Push your ankle underneath the stall so I can see the lock." Your heart skips a beat. You need to think fast... [[Lock the cuffs on your left ankle, then present your locked left ankle|Present your locked left ankle]] [[Present your ankle as it is]]

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> You know it's a mistake, but you have to try... You present the left ankle with the cuffs barely on, hoping that he doesn't see that the lock hasn't been applied. Firm, leather-gloved hands grab your ankle and inspect the lock. Your breath quickens. "Naughty girl." he murmurs. You panic and instinctively try to tug your leg back, but his firm grip keeps you pinned. With his other hand, he locks the cuff firmly... So much for your attempt at subterfuge... "Don't try that again, I warn you. You understand?" he commands you. You reply, defeated... [[Sorry Master, it won't happen again]]

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> You get down from the toilet seat, then push your left ankle underneath the stall towards the man. Firm, leather-gloved hands grab your ankle and inspect the lock. "Good." he says and lets go of your ankle. " Sit back on the toilet now and bring the chain of the cuffs between the ceramics of the toilet. You see the gap between the floor and the seat?" You see what he means. If you're to put the chain through that and then lock your right ankle to the cuffs, you'll effectively be tied to the toilet seat with very limited movement possible with your legs. The chain between the cuffs is barely 2 inches... You stare at your cuffed left ankle. [[Grab the chain on the cuffs and bring them underneath the toilet, through the ceramics holding the toilet up]]

<img class="center" src="img/040_CUFFS.png"> You bring the chain through the gap. The man's next order does not surprise you at all as he says: "Now, lock the cuffs on your right ankle." You grab the cuff and have to bend in a weird angle to make it. Your shaking right hand holds the open right-side cuff next to your last, free ankle. If you attach it and lock it, you're never getting up from this toilet seat again. Standing up with your feet locked underneath you this close to each-other, just 2 inches apart, will not allow you to stand up and maintain balance - you would fall head-first onto the bathroom floor... Cuffs in hand, you decide that... [[You can't do it]] [[You're a good girl and will obey him. You lock the cuff firmly around your right ankle]]

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> "Good." he says and lets go of your ankle. "Sit back on the toilet now and bring the chain of the cuffs between the ceramics of the toilet. You see the gap between the floor and the seat?" You see what he means. If you're to put the chain through that and then lock your right ankle to the cuffs, you'll effectively be tied to the toilet seat with very limited movement possible with your legs. The chain between the cuffs is barely 2 inches... You stare at your cuffed left ankle. [[Grab the chain on the cuffs and bring them underneath the toilet, through the ceramics holding the toilet up]] <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>>

<img class="center" src="img/039_CUFFS.png"> You just can't do it. After all you've already done, you feel like this is as far as you can go. You let open cuff slip from your hand and rattle down on the bathroom floor. You start crying. "You're doing so well, little angel. Pick up the cuff, and lock it around your ankle like the good little girl you are." the man's manipulating voice says from the other side. You sit on the toilet seat for a moment, trying to get the tears in control. You spend a while just staring at the stall door. Even if it would open, your leash is keeping your firmly tied to this stall, on your... Master's... side... There's no escaping, not anymore. How stupid it was of you to agree to take things this far... "I have all the time in the world. No-one's coming for you for a few days, you know that. Everyone's off celebrating the holidays." he has a point, you admit. You're stuck here and can do nothing about it. [[Continue]]

<img class="center" src="img/043_GAG.png"> The ring-gag is cool to your touch. The leather strap that will go around your head is of a slightly finer leather than your ankle-cuffs. The steel ring feels solid. Again, a locking mechanism is attached to the device. If you slip this on, you won't be able to remove it yourself. You... [[...have accepted your fate as a sex-slave and put on the ring-gag]] [[...try to negotiate with the man]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/043_GAG.png"> You feel your way around the ring-gag, positioning it in your mouth and removing it again. Your mouth is hurting. You bite down on the metal ring, exposing your mouth to the world with no way to shut it. [[Wrap the leather around your head]]

<img class="center" src="img/043_GAG.png"> You try to reason with him. Surely this ring-gag is unnecessary? "Master?" you ask after a moment. "Hm? You have a problem understanding me?" he replies, clearly hearing from your voice that you have not put on the gag yet. "No, I understand... Master... But, isn't this gag unnecessary? I will obey all your commands, please, just don't make me put on the gag." you plead to him, hoping he'll grant you this one wish. "No, slave, you do everything I say when I say it. Is that clear? Put the gag on." he replies coolly. There's a threat in that tone and you know what will happen if you refuse... You need time to think... [[Obey him - put on the ring-gag|...have accepted your fate as a sex-slave and put on the ring-gag]] [[Refuse to put the gag on]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger2">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/043_GAG.png"> "I... will not." you say, defiant. The man sighs loudly and with a low tone says "You realize you can't possibly stop me from doing anything I want with you anymore? One last chance, I warn you. Put the ring-gag on, and remember who you're talking to." A sinister silence follows his words. You realize you've stepped over a line, the man can truly do anything to do at this point... [[Obey him reluctantly - put on the ring-gag|...have accepted your fate as a sex-slave and put on the ring-gag]] [[Scream "Enough, bastard!"]] <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>>

<img class="center" src="img/044_FALL.png"> Before the final words leave your lips, you're janked from the toilet seat by a strong pull on the chain leash locked around the collar on your neck. You fall to the bathroom floor awkwardly, your knees slamming on the hard tiles with a painful smack. Your arms try to cushion the fall, but you're not falling straight - you're falling slightly sideways, pinned as you are by the leash around your neck. Your head hits the wall of the stall and you yelp in pain. You manage to stutter... [[Please, I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry I will put the gag on!]] [[... nothing, the pain overwhelms you]] <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>>

<img class="center" src="img/044_FALL.png"> The pull stops. You are on all four on the bathroom floor, ankles tied to the toilet seat. You catch your breath and hope he doesn't punish you further. "I'll not show mercy again. Are we clear on that?" he says, his voice more furious than you've heard it thus far. "I... yes, it's clear Master... Thank you..." you manage to stutter. You slowly return to a sitting position on the toilet seat, which is incredibly difficult with your ankles tied together below the toilet. Eventually, you manage to do it. You lean over and grab the fallen ring-gag off the floor. Defeated, you... [[Obey him - put on the ring-gag|...have accepted your fate as a sex-slave and put on the ring-gag]]

<img class="center" src="img/045_TONGUE.png"> You're stunned by the pain, but the man doesn't stop there. The leash is pinning you towards the hole of the wall again and you cannot move an inch. The chain around your ankle is tugging you backwards and you have to support your weight with your hands on the floor for balance. Your body trembles in fear of what he'll do to you. A moment goes by and you hear him doing something. You manage a weak "Please, I'm sorry..." but it's too late, he's made up his mind. He ignores your remorseful begging. He forces open your mouth with his gloved fingers, your clenched teeth don't even slow him down. Something metallic grabs your tongue, painfully, and tug it out of your mouth. "Plllseesses, ooooo!" you cry in despair. An intense pain overwhelms your senses as your tongue is pierced through-and-through somewhere around the tip. You feel a metallic taste in your mouth. You scream and cry, thrashing against your bondage. The pain is worse than you've ever felt in your life. "I warned you. Don't cross me." he threatens again. Right about now the ring-gag starts to sounds like the better approach after all... A surprisingly small amount of blood flows from your mouth. You were expecting rivers of it, judging by the pain, but you don't feel your mouth filling with blood. Maybe he didn't pierce it all the way through? It sure felt like he did... You realize that he could've cut off your entire tongue, and there's nothing you could've done about it. Realization sinks in. You're not getting out of here in one piece without following all of his orders, precisely. The pull on the leash loosens and you slump to the bathroom floor. Eventually, you manage to sit back on the toilet seat, ring-gag in hand. The man says: "Let's try this again. Gag. Mouth. Now." [[Obey him - put on the ring-gag|...have accepted your fate as a sex-slave and put on the ring-gag]]

<img class="center" src="img/047_GAG.png"> With the gag in place, you reach with both hands behind your head, fumbling with the leather straps. You connect them, drawing the gag tight around your head. The ring is firm in your mouth. You settle at an appropriate tightness of the leather straps. Next, you grab the lock that will secure the leather straps, making the ring-gag impossible to remove without a key. [[Lock the ring-gag]]

<img class="center" src="img/047_GAG.png"> You let the lock slip shut with a click. You breathe heavily through your mouth. Drool is beginning to form in your mouth and you have to lean back to stop it from flowing everything. You swallow your drool for a while with your head tilted back. With your hands you explore around your mouth, tracing the outlines of the metallic ring pinning your mouth open. You're properly tied up now, aren't you? "Let me see the lock." the man orders. [[Lean forward, showing the lock to him through the hole in stall wall]]

<img class="center" src="img/048_BRA.png"> Your free breasts bounce as your remove your bra, your hard nipples finally free from their cage. You're feeling exposed in a good way now, you know your assets and your tits are one of them. You must be looking extremely hot right now, you realize, gagged and tied as your are, breasts perking freely. "Good girl. Next, something equally easy." he says and slips another object to you. A pair of scissors! Is he giving the means to finally escape your bondage? You rush to grab the scissors. He notices your quick action. He says: "Those are for your panties - nothing else. Cut them off, then slide your panties and the scissors to me." You inspect the scissors with shaking hands. They appear to be low-quality and the blade is very dull. You doubt it will be able to cut the tough leather on the cuffs around your ankles, nor the leather collar. You decide to... [[Try to cut yourself loose anyway, ignoring the man's command]] [[Submissively take the scissors to your panties and cut them off]]

<img class="center" src="img/048_BRA.png"> You ignore him and as silently and stealthily as you can take the scissors to the leather around your right ankle-cuff. The first problem you notice immediately: The blade is so thick that is doesn't even fit between your ankle and the leather. The second problem is that, no matter what angle you try, or which combination of cutting and sawing you try, there isn't even a mark in the leather. Even if this approach would theoretically work, it would likely take you hours. Oh well... You had to try... "You thought I wouldn't notice?" the man remarks. Your heart skips a beat. Damn, caught in the act. "Just do as you're told." Defeated, you... [[Reluctantly take the scissors to your panties and cut them off|Submissively take the scissors to your panties and cut them off]] <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>>

<img class="center" src="img/049_PANTIES.png"> Armed with a pair of dull scissors, you begin to cut into the fabric of your panties, starting with the part that wraps around your right upper thigh. You realize you're about to become completely naked if you proceed, but you have no choice but to obey at this point. The process is slow - even for the purpose of cutting weak fabric, the scissors are absolutely terrible! Eventually you manage to cut through. You move on to the left side. With a technique worked out, it's faster to cut the left side. The fabric parts with a ripping sound. You sit on the toilet seat, once again reflecting on your decision to let things go this far, your ruined pussy-drenched panties between your legs. You pull them off. A trail of wetness is left on the toilet seat. Your body clearly knows what it wants, even if you mind doesn't. There's no point disobeying him now. You know the scissors are worthless to you, having witnessed first-hand how absolutely terrible they are. You... [[Push the scissors and your ruined panties to your Master]]

<img class="center" src="img/050_NAKED.png"> You push the items to his side and they disappear from your sight. A sense of complete vulnerability washes over you then. If you thought you were exposed before, then now you truly are, as not an inch of clothing remains on your body. The realization makes you instinctively cover your bare breasts with your right arm and your naked honeypot with your left hand. Your heart is fluttering in your chest. "As I said, I knew you had this side in your all along. All women do." the man remarks. You can't argue with that anymore - why else would you find yourself in this situation? [[Await further instructions]]

<img class="center" src="img/041_CUFFS.png"> <<if $refusals is 0>>You've followed the man's orders so far without hesitation. You begin to get used to being treated like this...<<else>><<if $refusals >= 1 and $refusals <= 3>>You've not always silently followed his requests, that's for sure, but you find yourself agreeing to do most of the things he suggests without complaining...<<else>>You've not willingly obeyed him thus far - he's had to use force to break you into submission. However, fearing punishment, you obey him now...<</if>><</if>> You shiver as you obey the man. It's getting easier now, you can feel it. You've overcome a mental hurdle, the last resistance is wearing away. A part of you - no small part at all - wants what is coming to you and is freely giving itself up as a willing slave. The tiny part of your self that has been warning you so far is quiet, shocked into a broken and defeated silence. You place the cuff around your right ankle and lock it firmly. You test your new bondage limits. When sitting butt firmly on the toilet seat, you can lift your cuffed feet a few inches straight up, accomplishing nothing. From the seated position, you can also bring your feet to either side, but only a tiny distance, again accomplishing nothing. You try to stand up. As expected, you must do so on tip-toes and only manage to lift yourself a few inches before you realize that going any further will topple you straight down on the bathroom floor. You sit back down on the toilet seat: Your heartbeat is deafeningly loud in your ears and a tingling sensation is beginning to spread in your entire body. Your fingers find your panties and you slink a finger to your wet clitoris. You rub it a little bit, exploring the sensation. The man calls from the other side of the wall. "Hold still, let me inspect that." He peaks at the lock studying it from the hole. You can see he's wearing a mask. Of course he is, you think to yourself. His trained eye finds the lock and confirms it is solidly shut. You realize that you will not be able to escape anymore, the slim chance you've had thus far has disappeared. You accept your fate. [[Wait for your his next command]]

<img class="center" src="img/042_GAG.png"> You don't have to wait long, the man knows exactly what he wants you to do next. Another object is pushed to your side. A ring-gag! He can't be serious, hasn't your poor mouth suffered enough? "Put it on." he orders. Apparently not... [[Reach for the ring-gag]]

<img class="center" src="img/047_GAG.png"> Satisfied with your display, he says "Good. Finally behaving like the proper slave you are. You were made for obeying men, did you know that? It's in your DNA." You doubt that what he's saying is true, and you say as much through your gag. "I dat tink dats truu...'aster..." he laughs at your effort. Drool drips from your open mouth onto your lap. He replies: "Believe what you want, I know that you feel the truth of it deep inside." You've been feeling that part many times today, but have tried to ignore it. A part of you thinks he might be right, certainly your body is betraying your excitement. "Something easy next." he says. "Remove your bra." You were expecting more bondage devices, but the request doesn't come as a surprise. You see no reason not to comply at this point, after all, he thoroughly owns you at this point... [[Remove your bra and push it to him underneath the stall wall]]

<img class="center" src="img/050_NAKED.png"> You decide to wait for further instructions from the man. In your head, a voice corrects you... from your Master, that is. The next item that the man gives you is not familiar to you at first. It's a roughly rectangular, plastic looking item. "Attach it firmly on the toilet seat and sit on it." the man orders. You're beginning to get an idea what this item is. You... [[Take the item and study it further]]

<img class="center" src="img/051_VIB.png"> You grab the item and look at the soft plastic device, which is about 8 inches long, 4 inches wide and 2 inches high. It has some bumps on the upper side, and a flat surface on the other side. You notice that it has some soft of suction mechanism on that side, surely to attach it firmly to any other flat surface. The bumps on the upper side become clear to you. As you'd guessed, it's a vibrator. Its design is clearly meant to be used hands-free, and the bumps and perfectly design to hug your most sensitive areas if you sit on this thing. You hold it in your trembling hands. You... [[Try to stand up just enough to place it firmly on the toilet seat under you]]

<img class="center" src="img/052_VIB.png"> It's not easy with your ankles cuffed under the toilet seat, but you manage to lift yourself up with your left hand and balance on your toes long enough to slip the device under you. The suction mechanism holds firmly on the hard toilet seat cover. You lean on both your left and right hands now, hovering in the air with the vibrator just under you, mere inches away. You won't be able to hold yourself up on your arms forever, might as well... [[... sit down on the vibrator]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "calm2">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/052_VIB.png"> With a sigh you accept the inevitable and sit down on the vibrator, freeing your weight from your hands and arms. The soft plastic device feels cool at first, and you fidget around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position on it. Your wet pussy lubricates the vibrator and you can feel the sleek surface kissing the tip of your asshole behind and embracing your pussy on the front. The vibrator is quickly warming as your body heats it up. "Ready?" the man asks. Ready for what...? Oh! The vibrator starts a gentle buzzing. You steady yourself with your hands, unnecessarily of course, it's not vibrating hard enough to throw you off the toilet. But the sensation almost does. Your attention-seeking lady-parts are overjoyed by the gentle stimulation and you find that even the tip of your asshole is enjoying the light buzzing. You groan, conflicted. You don't want to enjoy it, but, you do. The buzzing stops way too soon. "Seems to work as intended." the man says. Your cheeks feel like they're burning and you must be getting a healthy red tone on them. You slowly relax your body and remove the tenseness from your arms. "Did you enjoy it?" he prompts. Through your ring gag, you weakly stutter... [[Yehh... 'hank you... 'aster. |Yes... Thank you... Master.]] [[No, 'aster. I 'id nod.]]

<img class="center" src="img/054_STRAPS.png"> You stutter your reply through your ring-gag. You can't deny it - you had no idea a vibrator could send such sensations through your body. You answer honestly and truthfully to the man holding you hostage that you enjoy the vibrator... You're glad no-one can see you in the predicament you find yourself in, it would be social suicide if others knew what you were saying and doing in here! Clearly satisfied with your answer, the man once again rummages around in his never-ending bag of items. A bundle of leather straps is pushed to your side. You try to make sense of the pile. "Put it on and lock it around your waist and thighs." the man orders. You... [[Reach out, grab the leather-pile and study the design]]

<img class="center" src="img/052_VIB.png"> "Hm, must've been too gentle." he replies and the vibrator starts again, this time with a considerably more intense buzzing. Your underside is feeling sensations you didn't know were possible and your whole body shakes as you slump down on the vibrator, grinding your pussy on it as if your life depended on it. Your wetness has covered the whole vibrator and is now also lubricating the back half that stimulates your anus. You haven't felt this good in a long time. Your Master stops the vibrator. "Better?" he prompts. This time you cannot lie. Through your ring-gag you manage to stutter... [[Yehh! I... 'hank you, 'aster. |Yes... Thank you... Master.]]

<img class="center" src="img/054_STRAPS.png"> You realize it's some sort of harness for your lower body. There are two straps for your thighs, which you can fasten and then lock... Once again in a manner that requires a key. The straps that go around your thighs are not attached directly to one-another. Instead, they are attached to a metallic ring that you realize must go on either sides of your hips. The rings are attached to a larger leather strap, which will go around your waist, it too lockable in a manner that only a key can open. The item on its own does not restrict you in... Any way, you realize, as you're done with your analysis. Your only concern is that the rings on either side will hurt your waist and hips if you put it too tightly on. [[Put the first leather strap on your left thigh]]

<img class="center" src="img/054_STRAPS.png"> You can see the man studying you through the hole in the stall wall the entire time. Your ring-gag is drooling all over your breasts and you try to hide them as best as you can while you mess around with the straps. You wiggle about on the toilet-seat, lifting yourself awkwardly up to be able to wrap your upper left thigh with the leather strap. The ring it is attached to is on your left hip and you realize you need to adjust the leather strap even higher up on your left thigh, for otherwise the waist-strap won't be able to reach all the way around your waist. You adjust the positioning of the strap. It is now roughly two inches from your hip on the outer side and an inch from your vagina on the inner side. [[Put the second leather strap on your right thigh]]

<img class="center" src="img/057_REFLECT.png"> Now that you know what to do, you do the same on the other side. It's slightly harder to pull off as the strap on your left thigh limits the angles you can take the right strap, but you manage to wrap it around your right thigh. [[Put the third leather strap around your waist]]

<img class="center" src="img/057_REFLECT.png"> With the legs done, your attention shifts to the longer leather strap that will wrap your waist. It goes through both of the rings of the thigh-straps and neatly ties it all together. You adjust the tightness of the waist-strap, then do some final adjustments on your thigh-straps. Satisfied, you... [[Trigger the locking mechanism of the straps]]

<img class="center" src="img/057_REFLECT.png"> One by one, you trigger the locks, ensuring you won't be able to remove the straps or loosen them anymore. You begin with the left thigh strap and it shuts with a satisfying click. Next, you do the same for the right side. Two down, one to go. Your hands grab the lock of the waist-strap and without hesitation, you lock it. "Good." the man says. You're pleased with yourself for having so easily figured out how to attach the straps to your body. A length of chain is pushed to your side underneath the stall. It has two locks, one on each side. "Follow my next instructions very carefully." he says. You intend to do just that, there's no point arguing with the man... Your master... at this point... [[Continue]]

<img class="center-small" src="img/008_HANDS.png"> There's no way you're doing that! Your mind is thinking of just one thing - escaping the situation! You burst against the stall door and push it open... But it's stuck. He's somehow locked it from the other side! You frantically mess with the lock and push your weight against the door. It won't budge. There is no room to escape from the top, and the space between the stall and the floor of the bathroom is way too small to fit you... You're panicking. You're furious with yourself for forgetting your purse, and in it your phone, on your desk... You could've called for help now... "I did not ask, actually." he says sharply. You barely hear him as you frantically try to open the stall door. "See this as hitting two birds with one stone - you get to keep your job and you get to experience something that you deep down desire." he continues. You stop fidgeting on the stall door. There's no way you'll open it. You slump down back on the toilet-seat, frustrated. "No-one's coming for a many days, you know that. All I ask is a small favor from you and I'll give a big favor to you." he insistently continues. "I'll fix all your piled up work before new year and give the boss a good word about you." He really is insistent. You're furious and freightened. Minutes go by as you silently ponder your predicament. You could just try to sleep and hope he gets bored and leaves, but the office will be empty for many days due to the holidays. No-one is likely to help you from this situation... In fact, the man already has you trapped here and if he chooses to storm into the stall, there's nothing you can do to stop him. It might be best to just comply to his request and thus even get to sleep in your own warm bed later tonight. More minutes go by. Finally you decide to... <<silently>> <<set $triedLeavingBathroom to true>> <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>> <</silently>> [[Ignore the man and curl up on the bathroom floor and wait for him to leave|alternative chapter 1 path]] <<link $jessicaOptionReply $jessicaOptionLink>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/007_LETTER.png"> Your first reaction is to ask him: "Who are you?" The man replies: "I work at this company, we have the same boss, but we haven't officially met. Let's keep the rest as a mystery, shall we?" You're unsatisfied with the answer and realize that for all you know, he could be lying too. You're not going to get more information from him for sure. Eventually, you... [[Ask: "What kind of favor?"|After a thoughtful silence, your shaky voice manages to ask weakly "What kind of favor..."]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/027_KNEEL.png"> Your neck almost snaps as he pulls you back towards the wall of the stall and the hole in the wall that has ruined your day. He zaps with a very painful jolt and you scream as it courses through your body. The wet drool intensifies the shocks and your throat and neck feel like they're on fire by the time he's finished with you. "When will you learn that you have absolute no say in the matter, slut?" he barks at you. You hear the words but the meaning slips right past you. Your mind is foggy from the zapping. A short while later, you awake from your shocked state. He notices you stirring into consciousness. "I hope you now understand what is needed of you. Do you?" his question pierces through your very being. Your sore throat barely manages to say... <<set $refusals to $refusals + 1>> [[I understand... Master.]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">><</silently>><<if $shavedHead is true>>You realize that you'd better start complying with his requests, or the punishments will grow worse and worse, not stopping at shaving your hair... After a moment you compose yourself.<<else>><</if>> You really don't have a choice but to obey him anyway and you agree to worship his cock, which you realize will be difficult with the ring-gag. You're not used to sucking dicks with a metal ring keeping your mouth open. The man pulls down his pants just enough for his half-erect dick to pop into your view. It's been a while since you sucked it last time, but even then you're wondering why it isn't completely erect. Surely he's enjoying this and should be aroused, why else would he do it? <<if $shavedHead is false>>The vibrator activates at a low setting. The buzzing stimulates your pussy and asshole again and you find yourself enjoying the sensation. Stimulated and willing, you begin sucking his cock...<<else>>The vibrator remains shut off. The man will not put it on now that you disobeyed him... Defeated and broken, you begin sucking his cock...<</if>> The man is standing just far enough from you that you need to lean forward to reach his cock. The chains keep you pinned to the toilet seat, cutting into your skin as your tongue touches the tip of his member. You begin licking it in an attempt to get it erect. Your plan is to, once you manage that, you won't have to lean as much forward to suck it. The tip tastes salty and you bob his dick in small motions up and down with your tongue. It immediately responds to your stimulus and soon he's rock hard again. The metal ring makes it awkward to put it in your mouth, but you manage to do it. You begin a forward-backwards motion, taking his member into your mouth as you try your best to pleasure it with your tongue. <<if $shavedHead is false>>The vibrator is stimulating your exposed pussy-lips and the tight hugging and buzzing on your clitoris is making you horny. You double your efforts on his cock...<</if>> You take him deeper into your mouth, gagging each time his dick enters your throat. You choke as he suddenly grabs your head from behind and pushes the full length of his manhood into your throat. You can do nothing to stop him, gagged and bound as you are. You're having trouble breathing as he keeps his cock lodged in your throat, second after second. "Hold." he orders, his grip not released on your head. You stop struggling, remembering your place. You really need to breath soon... "Hold." he orders again as he notices your fidgeting. Your body is shaking from the effort. You can't hold any longer, you need to... The man releases the hold on your head and you pull back to catch your breath. "Continue." the man commands. [[Continue]]

<<silently>><<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">><</silently>><img class="center" src="img/080_BOUND.png"> <<if $headShaveWarningsGiven <= 1>>The man grabs your pony tail and janks your head back, you yelp in pain. "I swear, I will shave your hair if you don't do as I say. I'm not joking." You stare into the eyes behind the mask. Surely he's bluffing. He wouldn't actually shave your hair, would he?<<else>>The man takes a choking hold of your throat. "I will not say it again, obey or say good-bye to your hair." You stare into the eyes behind the mask. You're starting to believe the man... There's a malice in his eyes that you haven't seen before.<</if>> [[Continue]]

Developed by FlimsyLegs This game was developed using Twine 2.5.1 (with SugarCube 2.x as the engine). Characters and scenes were created using makehuman-community 1.2.0 and free-to-use assets from the community store, such as poses, clothing and expression. AI tools were used to generate additional assets and scenes. Final scenes were edited in Gimp 2.10. A special thank you to the beta-tester(s) for version 2.2.X: - Amerika Credits and huge thanks for the amazing music goes entirely to Abstraction: http://abstractionmusic.bandcamp.com/ . Note: Abstraction is not associated with Jessica's Plight in any way. Instead, they offer some songs for free for game developers to use in their projects. List of their songs in-game: Stream Loops 2024-02-21_01.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-02-14_L03.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-01-24_02.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-02-28_02.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-03-06_01.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-03-20_01.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-03-30_01_L02.ogg, Stream Loops 2024-03-30_02.ogg [[Back to Start|Start]]

<img class="center" src="img/014_HANDJOB.png"> His erect penis reacts to your strokes and you can't help but feel a little shamed, but simultaneously a little aroused and proud. You know you give a good handjob and the man's grunts confirm it. You switch to using both your hands. Eventually, the man breaks the silence. "Kiss it." he says calmly, matter-of-fact. If you want his help, you'll need to comply... <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>> You weight your options. Having come to this point, as much as it frightens you, you really do not have much of a choice other than to comply with the man's requests. No-one is coming here for many days, and you have no means of escaping. But more importantly, you're really freightened by the thought of him entering your bathroom stall: there's no telling what he'll do to you if you outright refuse him. Thus, the only thing that you can do, is to obey the man and hope he lives up to his end of the bargain.<</if>> You... [[Kiss his cock gingerly]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Refuse kissing his cock]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/013_ERECT.png"> You're sitting on the toilet seat, almost naked. The man has almost all your clothing... Your shoes, shirt, skirt and stockings. You can't help but wonder how you ended up in this situation? Well, you know how... But you still can't believe it. You can hear the man opening his belt, then suddenly his massive member thrusts through the hole between your stalls to your side. "Stroke it." he orders. You stare at the erect dick. You've seen larger while watching porn, even had a casual hookup or two before who had larger dicks. However, it's still on the larger side and it's almost completely straight. Objectively, one could classify it as quite a nice looking cock. <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>>The man has locked you in this stall and there's no-one coming for days here... If the man wants to enter the stall and assault you, there's literally nothing you can do about it. You get the feeling that this will be over faster and without trouble if you just comply...<</if>> You... [[You know where this is going - but you accept it. You really cannot afford to lose your job. You start stroking the cock with your right hand.]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Decide you've had enough - practically naked, you storm out of the bathroom!|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "You know where this is going - but you accept it. You really cannot afford to lose your job. You start stroking the cock with your right hand.">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "You know where this is going - but you accept it. You really cannot afford to lose your job. You start stroking the cock with your right hand.">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png"> "Let's start with something simple. Take off your shoes." So this is the kind of game the man wants to play... You know the requests won't end here, and you accept that if you want the man's help, you'll likely have to comply to a lot more than this. Still, removing your shoes isn't such a bad thing... [[Comply - remove your shoes|Take off your shoes]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Say: "No way, I'm not doing that" and leave the bathroom.|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Hesitantly comply - remove your shoes">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Take off your shoes">> <</silently>>

<img class="center" src="img/025_CHAIN.png"> A rattle awakes you from your day-dreaming. A chain leash is pushed through the hole in the stall, the man is holding the other end on his side. The chain dangles on your side of the hole. You stare at it, terrified and fascinated at the same time. "Get down on your knees in front of the hole and lock the leash on your collar." he orders firmly. You didn't think your heart could race any faster, but it's a drum in your chest, in your ears deafening. You head is spinning and with shaky breath you manage a weak "What...?" He repeats his order. You're stunned. <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is true>> You've come this far already and as you know, there's no escaping the situation anyway. You might as well see things through...<</if>> You.. [[Refuse - tell him he's had his fun]] [[Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash]] <<if $triedLeavingBathroom is false>>[[Escape now - you're practically naked and wearing a collar, but you can't take it anymore!|Decide you've had enough. Storm out of the bathroom.]]<</if>> <<silently>> <<set $jessicaOptionReply to "Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash">> <<set $jessicaOptionLink to "Submissively comply - you get on your knees on front of the hole and grab the leash">> <</silently>>

<<silently>> <<set $config_menu_passages to []>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Config menu')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Show images (text and image experience)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Hide images (pure text experience)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 0%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 20%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 50%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 100%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set chapter 3 difficult to hard')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set chapter 3 difficult to easy')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Get full game')>> <</silently>> <<link "Config menu" "Config menu">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Get full game" "Get full game">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $current_music_volume_display to ($music_volume * 100)>> <</silently>><h1 style="font-family: Verdana">CONFIG MENU</h1> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Note: Changing things in the config menu does not work until you've pressed the "I want to proceed and I am 18 years old or older" button at the start of the game. <<if $jp_show_images is true>>Showing images: TRUE<<else>>Showing images: FALSE<</if>> <<if $jp_chapter2_easy_mode is true>>Chapter 2 difficulty: EASY<<else>>Chapter 2 difficulty: HARD<</if>> Music volume is set to: $current_music_volume_display % <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> <<if $jp_show_images is true>>[[Hide images (pure text experience)]]<<else>>[[Show images (text and image experience)]]<</if>> <<if $jp_chapter2_easy_mode is true>>[[Set chapter 3 difficult to hard]]<<else>>[[Set chapter 3 difficult to easy]]<</if>> Music volume control: [[Set music volume to 0%]] [[Set music volume to 20% (default)|Set music volume to 20%]] [[Set music volume to 50%]] [[Set music volume to 100%]]

<<cacheaudio "main_menu1" "music/Stream Loops 2024-02-21_01.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "danger1" "music/Stream Loops 2024-02-14_L03.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "danger2" "music/Stream Loops 2024-03-30_01_L02.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "calm1" "music/Stream Loops 2024-01-24_02.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "calm2" "music/Stream Loops 2024-03-30_02.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "good_ending" "music/Stream Loops 2024-02-28_02.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "bad_ending" "music/Stream Loops 2024-03-06_01.ogg">> <<cacheaudio "spicy1" "music/Stream Loops 2024-03-20_01.ogg">> <<set $all_music_tracks to []>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('main_menu1')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('danger1')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('danger2')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('calm1')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('calm2')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('good_ending')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('bad_ending')>> <<run $all_music_tracks.push('spicy1')>> <<if def $music_volume>><<else>> <<set $music_volume to 0.2>> <</if>> <<if def $music_track>><<else>> <<set $music_track to "main_menu1">> <</if>> <<widget "fadeInMusicFunction">> <<set $new_music_track to $args[0]>> <<if $music_track eq $new_music_track>> <<else>> <<if def $music_track>> <<if $music_track is $new_music_track>> <<else>> <<audio $music_track fadeoverto 1 0>> <</if>> <<else>> <<audio "main_menu1" fadeoverto 1 0>> <</if>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $all_music_tracks.length; _i++>> <<if $all_music_tracks[_i] eq $music_track>> <<else>> <<if $all_music_tracks[_i] eq $new_music_track>> <<else>> <<audio $all_music_tracks[_i] stop>> <</if>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set $old_music_track to $music_track>> <<set $music_track to $new_music_track>> <<timed 1s>> <<audio $old_music_track stop>> <</timed>> <<if ndef $music_volume>><<set $music_volume to 0.2>><</if>> <<set $music_volume_ticks_to_max to 20>> <<audio $music_track volume 0.0 loop play>> <<set $music_volume_tick to 0>> <<repeat 100ms>> <<set $music_volume_tick to $music_volume_tick + 1>> <<if $music_volume_tick <= $music_volume_ticks_to_max>> <<set $percentage to $music_volume_tick / $music_volume_ticks_to_max>> <<set $new_music_volume to $music_volume * $percentage>> <<audio $music_track volume $new_music_volume>> <<else>> <<stop>> <</if>> <</repeat>> <</if>> <</widget>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.0>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 0%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.2>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 20%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.5>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 50%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 1.0>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 100%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/001_OFFICE.png"><h1>Chapter 1 - The Man in the Bathroom</h1>A week later... Tonight, it's a late friday evening, just before the holidays. You've stayed up at the office to catch up with the overwhelming amount of work that your boss has assigned to you - you need to finish it all before the holidays end to prove you're not useless. You've already had to cancel spending the holidays with your friends, in order to have a tiny chance of finishing these tasks in time... To tackle the problem head-on, you're wearing your expensive office outfit today: A knee-high skirt, with stockings under it and wearing a pair of high-heel shoes. You have a fine office shirt on you and your hair is bundled in a ponytail. You look, quite simply, like a women who means business. You've already spent the entire day at work and are now working overtime. You'll have to work every day, the entire holiday that has just started, while everyone else is out-of-office, or else you cannot finish the tasks assigned to you by your boss... He's been clear that if you don't deliver on this, you'll get fired immediately when the holidays end... The situation becomes clearer and clearer as you work in the later hours: There's no way you can finish this task correctly and on time, on your own. You're in despair. You really cannot afford to get fired and on the top of it sued by your boss for negligence at this point... You decide to... [[Drink some water and continue working as best you can]] [[Go to the bathroom and cry]]

<<set $jp_chapter2_easy_mode to false>>Options saved! <<if $jp_show_images is true>>Showing images: TRUE<<else>>Showing images: FALSE<</if>> <<if $jp_chapter2_easy_mode is true>>Chapter 3 difficulty: EASY<<else>>Chapter 3 difficulty: HARD<</if>> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<set $jp_chapter2_easy_mode to true>>Options saved! <<if $jp_show_images is true>>Showing images: TRUE<<else>>Showing images: FALSE<</if>> <<if $jp_chapter2_easy_mode is true>>Chapter 3 difficulty: EASY<<else>>Chapter 3 difficulty: HARD<</if>> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-001.png"> <h1>Prelude - Mr. Fjord</h1>"Go over the powerpoint slides one more time, pace the presentation, remember to pause, not ramble and talk clearly. And make him feel welcome. Go the extra mile for this client." Your boss instructs you, a serious tone to his voice. Nervously, you nod at his words. You've gone over the slides multiple times, you know the content, the images and the charts by heart. And yet, you're shaking as you pick up your laptop and nod to your boss as you walk backwards out of his room, closing the door behind you. It's going to be fine, Jessica. It's just another client. Just another presentation. No need to be nervous about it... This you keep telling yourself as you rush through the corridors of the office, back to your desk, clutching your laptop like it's a fragile heirloom. Just another client, except he's not. It's William Fjord, and you've never handled a client as important as him before. Not even close. If you nail this, the bonuses alone will see you clear off all your student debts with plenty to spare. Fail and... Well. You might be fired then and there. But you just cannot figure out why your boss is sending you in, alone, to this meeting. Supposedly, it will increase the company's chances to finalize the deal. And who are you to argue with the management's decision and expertise on the subject? After going through the slides one more time, it's time to greet the client... [[Find Mr. Fjord in the lobby]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-007.png"> On your way down to the lobby, you walk past the conference room that has been booked for you and Mr. Fjord. There, you leave your laptop, then head down with the elevator to the ground floor to meet Mr. Fjord. The ride is long. Suddenly, you're feeling nervous. Calm down Jessica, you've got this. You've got this... With clenched fists you finally get your shaking nerves under control and with a final deep breath and the ding of the elevator, you're there in the lobby. Mr. Fjord should've announced himself to the reception, and so that's where you head. The woman greets you with a smile, asking if she can help you. "I'm here to welcome Mr. Fjord, has he arrived?" you ask, glancing around the room. "Yes. You're looking for the gentleman in the black suit over by the bar." She says, helpfully pointing him out for you. Well now. He looks younger than you expected, probably your age. How the hell did he managed to hoard such a wealth to himself, while you're here stuck with student debt up to your ears? Well, nevermind that. It's time to welcome him. [[Head over and greet Mr. Fjord|professional greeting]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-008.png"> William Fjord is sitting alone by the bar, wearing a fine tailored suit, matching pants and light brown leather monk shoes. He's in a casual conversation with the bartender, a glass of something strong in his hand. Whiskey? Brandy? Something like that, judging by the color. It's not even lunchtime yet, and he's already drinking? Oh well, that doesn't change things. He's a client. An important client. You catch the bartender's eyes, then nod towards Mr. Fjord. The bartender nods back, turning his attention to other customers. "Mr. Fjord?" you ask as you approach, body in a rigid composure and a welcoming smile on your face. The young entrepreneur turns to face you, glass in hand. "Please, call me William. You must be Jessica." His smile is captivating, his handsome jawline, those eyes... He looks you up and down, stands up and holds out his hand. [[Shake his hand|shake hand professional route]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-009.png"> "Jessica, yes, that's right Mr. Fjord. It is an honor to finally meet you in person." you say with a courteous smile on your lips and shake his hand, bowing your head as you curtsy before the rich man. Mr. Fjord gestures with his hand. "Care to join me for a drink?" he asks. "I would if I could Mr. Fjord, but my boss would have my hide for getting too familiar with a client as important as you." You reply, bowing your head once again in apology for not being able to join him. "Ah well, I was about done here anywhere." William, Mr. Fjord, comments as he finishes his drink in one go. "Excellent, Mr. Fjord. Would you like a tour of our company?" you ask as he stands up. "That won't be necessary. Let's just skip right to business, shall we?" he says, waving in the general direction of the elevators where you came from. Right, certainly. This is good. <<if $pre_steve_advice is true>>Just like Steve said: Keep things professional and focus on the business. No bullshit.<</if>> "Certainly Mr. Fjord. I have booked a conference room for us at the 15th floor, with a fantastic view of the city. Right this way." you say, leading the young and rich entrepreneur to the elevator. A press of a button and a ding later, the elevator door opens and you let Mr. Fjord enter first. Before you join him, you see the receptionist mouthing the words: "He's hot!" from her desk. Fucking hell woman, stay professional! But yes, you suppose he is, you muse to yourself as you enter the elevator with Mr. Fjord. [[Ride the elevator to the 15th floor]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-016.png"> You can smell the alcohol on his breath the whole way up, standing behind you as he is, but you ignore it. A bit of coffee should clear his head, you hope. About half-way up, you hear a soft sound, a deep inhale but barely audible. Did he just... You give a discreet glance behind, and notice Mr. Fjord casually taking the tiniest step back, a nonchalant look on his face. Yeah, he just smelled your hair, no doubt about it. You don't want to do a thing to jeopardize this deal though, so you keep your mouth shut and thoughts to yourself. The rest of the elevator ride feels like an eternity, until you finally reach your destination. "Our conference room is right this way Mr. Fjord, please follow me." you explain as you lead the way through the corridors of the office. [[Head for the conference room]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-018.png"> Coffee, then presentation. That's the plan. "Here you go, make yourself comfortable. I'll bring us a pot of coffee and then we'll jump right into the presentation. Milk or sugar?" You ask as you open the door to the conference room booked for the two of you. The view of the city in this room truly is spectacular, you find yourself realizing all over again. "Black, assuming it's a good blend. With milk if it's shite." William declares as he heads into the room, taking a comfortable seat in one of the luxurious leather chairs in the room. With a nod and a smile, you leave him alone for a moment as you hurry to the kitchen. <<if $pre_steve_advice is true>>Steve is sitting in the coffee room, a wild stare in his eyes. When he sees you, he points an accusing finger. "The coffee you brewed... Man, Jessica! Way too strong..." he whimpers, eyes wide. Seriously? Urgh... "Would love to chat, but I'm busy. Got to brew a pot for Fjord. How much did you drink anyway?" you ask as you prepare a properly proportioned batch of coffee. "I dunno, a big mug?" he says, visibly shaking. Did he drink the whole pot? Anyway... You really don't have time to deal with this right now. "Sorry Steve, but that's on you for drinking too much. Alright?" With a frown, he leaves you alone in the kitchen. <</if>>It doesn't take you long to brew the pot, and you grab a plate of biscuits too for good measure. [[Head back to the conference room.]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-019.png"> You arrive to find William Fjord standing by the window, enjoying the view of the city. You're armed with a pot of coffee, two mugs and plate of biscuits. These you place on the table and pour both of you some coffee. "Never tire of this view. Here, coffee and biscuit." you comment, then head over to your laptop, where you begin by connecting the hdmi cable to the projector screen. "Well, it's alright. Nothing like the view from my New York flat, mind you, but it's alright." William says matter-of-fact, then joins you at the table, popping a biscuit into his mouth and washing it down with coffee. Shit, the milk... He said he'd want some if the coffee was shitty quality. As you prepare your slideshow you glance at him, but he doesn't seem to be complaining. That's a relief... "Alright." you clear your throat and stand up, slides ready on the big screen. "On behalf of everyone here at our company, I'd like to formally welcome you once again to our city and company premises Mr. Fjord. Now, a bit of history of our company..." [[Give Mr. Fjord your presentation]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-019.png"> You've gone through the first few slides of your powerpoint presentation, detailing the decades long history of the company, number of employees, yearly profitability and those sorts of things. You've just moved on to a list of reference projects your company has done for other customers, all related in one way or another to Mr. Fjords request. Then he interrupts you with a question: "The walls in your office. How thick are they?" His question throws you off-balance. He wants to know what? The thickness of the walls? "I uhh... I actually don't know..." You admit, moving on to your slides. But Mr. Fjord is persistent: "Come on, of course you know. Let's say there's another conference in the next room over, and someone starts laughing out loudly at the top of their lugns. Would we hear it in here?" he asks. That's a very oddly specific question... "I... We've never had a problem with noise from other meetings, that I can assure you." You reply, baffled by his question. He seems satisfied, nodding for you to continue. [[Get back to your presentation]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-019.png"> You go through the first example project. William seems distracted by something, but you try your best to keep things short yet informative. Then he interrupts you with another question: "And how about security? Are we being monitored as we speak? Cameras? Microphones? That sort of thing." You blink, confused. "No, no cameras in here. In the corridor outside, yes, but we would never put cameras in our meeting rooms. We value our clients' privacy." You reveal, turning your attention once again to your slides. William smiles, and visibly relaxes in his chair. He takes another bite from a cookie, sipping at his coffee while pinning you with his eyes. You have his full attention at least, so that's good... [[Continue your presentation with more example projects]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-022.png"> The next project presentation goes smoothly, without interruptions from Mr. Fjord. But when it ends, he grabs his biscuit and coffee mug and stands up. Shit! Did you bore him? Is he going to walk out... But no, he simply moves closer, choosing a chair right in front of you. "You don't mind me getting a bit closer to the slides? Can't see them so well from the back." he asks as he sits down, clearly not waiting for an answer. Well at least he's still here, listening, so you count that as a win... "No, no objections. Glad the presentation is interesting." you manage to stutter, not quite comfortable with him so close while you're trying to stay in your presentation zone. You're about to shuffle over to the other side, giving some space between you, but William reaches out and puts a calming hand on your arm. "It's alright, I don't mind you standing there." he says. Oh yeah? Well you kind of mind him sitting there... Fucking hell, what is this guy's deal? You're starting to get a bad feeling about this, but when a client as important as Mr. Fjord says something, you'd better listen. And right now he's saying: Don't move. So what do you do? [[Stay where you are and continue your presentation]] [[Move a few seats away from Mr. Fjord and continue your presentation]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-022.png"> "Well if it doesn't bother you..." You say, standing your ground. William is literally within arm's reach from you, but if that's where he wants to sit during the presentation, then that's where he's allowed to sit. Your attention once again goes to the presentation, finishing up the reference projects. As you move on to his project details and your company's proposed approach, William makes himself comfortable, throwing out his legs and stretching. You manage to ignore it as you continue talking, but then his shoes unmistakably brush against your ankle. Maybe by accident. At first. But when it brushes against your ankle again, you can feel it, he's gently running his shoe up and down your ankle. But his eyes are firmly on the presentation. What was it your boss said? "Go the extra mile for this client", right. Well, standing here and letting him into your personal space like this certainly is many extra miles. [[Ignore him - continue your presentation]] [[Get some space and continue your presentation|Move a few seats away from Mr. Fjord and continue your presentation]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I'm sorry, but I need to be in my zone while presenting. Excuse me... you mumble as you shuffle to the side, taking your laptop with you. There's a deep furrow in Mr. Fjord's forehead and a disappointed look, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he crosses his arms and sighs deeply, turning his attention to the slides. You continue your presentation, but you can sense there's something off. William is dead quiet the whole time, staring blankly at the slides you're showing him. After a solid 30 minutes later, you're done. "So, that is in essense the project plan, budget and timeline. Any questions about the milestones, definitions of done, legislative requirements or something else?" You ask. William Fjord stands up. "No. No questions. It all looks... Yeah. I'll have my agent call yours. I believe I know the way out. Have a great day now." he says, abruptly standing up and leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. Did he like what he saw? Did you land the deal? What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-038.png"> He's alone, and you try your best to hide the distress you're feeling from showing. <<if $pre_sex_william is true>> "Well he certainly looked happy. I assume you landed the deal?"<<else>>"Well he certainly didn't look happy. What happened?"<</if>> your boss says, closing the door behind him. Yeah, that's the question, isn't it? Right now you struggle to find the words. And instead you shrug. "I don't know... I..." This is all too much and you have to sit down. Head buried in your palms. You won't cry. Not here. Not now. Not in front of your boss. With a sharp breath, you compose yourself and slam your laptop shut. "He'll probably contact us with the details. Said he... Said he had to think things through..." You manage to tell your boss. "Excuse me..." you say, picking up your laptop and standing up. On your way past your boss, he stops you by taking a hold of your arm. The strength in that grip... Suddenly you're freightened, remembering just how important a client William Fjord was. Your boss warns you with a deadly serious tone: "You don't know and... Probably? Listen well... If you did something to fuck this up, I swear, your ass is going to be in a heap of trouble young lady." With those words, he finally lets go and you hurry out of the conference room, knowing that you can't be near him or anyone else a second longer because the tears are already falling down your cheeks. [[Run to the bathroom and cry]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-025.png"> If he wants to brush his shoe against your ankle, he's free to do so. You really just need to land this deal, and pissing him off doesn't seem like the right approach. And so you do your best to ignore him as you move on to the proposed budget of the project. "Let's say there's something missing on the proposal." William suddenly says, interrupting you again. "Missing? Well, the details are easy to change. Just let us know what you want and we'll take it into account..." You answer. This isn't knew, many clients often want to adjust the details. Nothing wrong with that. "Let's see here..." William says, standing up and comes to stand next to you. Side-by-side, you're now both standing in front of your laptop. You don't know what to do. Client's aren't supposed to do this, whatever this is... His eyes and attention are on your laptop as he leans in close, his hip gently pushing against yours, his hands softly brushing up against yours as he reaches for the keyword. [[This is unacceptable! Tell him to sit back down.]] [[You really don't want to risk this deal... Don't stop him.]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I'm sorry, Mr. Fjord? We have a strict rule in our company about the use of our equipment..." you mumble as you take your laptop from him and move a few seats away from him. There's a deep furrow in Mr. Fjord's forehead and a disappointed look, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he sits back down in his chair, crosses his arms and sighs deeply, turning his attention to the slides again. Off-balance, you try your best to continue your presentation, but you can sense there's something off. William is dead quiet the whole time, staring blankly at the slides you're showing him. After a solid 30 minutes later, you're done. "So, that is in essense the project plan, budget and timeline. Any questions about the milestones, definitions of done, legislative requirements or something else?" You ask. William Fjord stands up. "No. No questions. It all looks... Yeah. I'll have my agent call yours. I believe I know the way out. Have a great day now." he says, abruptly standing up and leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. Did he like what he saw? Did you land the deal? What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-026.png"> You can't seem to move an inch as William Fjord exits the presentation move and opens up the editing mode for the powerpoint. There, in the section about the project goals and deliverables, he modifies the first line, typing... Remove. Your. Blouse. Those are the words. William selects the letters and makes the font bold. Then he turns around, leaning against the table with crossed arms. The look he's giving you is intense, demanding... Impatient. Why is your mouth suddenly so god-damn dry? And who cranked up the heat in the conference room... You stare at the screen, then at Mr. Fjord, and back at the screen again. He wants you to finish the presentation without your blouse, is that it? But no, the look he's giving you. He won't be satisfied stopping there. If you go down this route, you know where it'll end up. You can't think straight right now. The extra mile, yeah right. Did your boss know Mr. Fjord would demand something like this...? The thought sends a chill down your spine. No wonder he wanted you do take care of this client alone. [[Let him know that this presentation is over.]] [[Surprising even yourself, you actually remove your blouse...]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Fjord. We don't do those kinds of... Services, here..." you say, finding the courage to finally draw a line. The look he gives you is a mix of disappointment and maybe even a hint of anger. "Well, I see we've both been wasting time then. I know the way out. Tell your superior I said hi." he simply says and abruptly leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<<silently>> <<set $pre_remove_blouse to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-027.png"> Something about the way he's looking at you makes you want to do it. Maybe you're just truly determined to land this deal, come what may. Or maybe you find William Fjord attractive and this all harmless fun? Regardless what your reasons were, you find yourself pulling up your blouse. You let it fall to the ground. Underneath you're just wearing your bra, which William admires with a silent and approving look. "Very well, I see now what has been missing from our project plan..." You say with a sly smile, more confidently than you feel. Then you lean in to take control of the laptop again, but William snatches it from you and points to the big screen behind you. The big bolded words are there. Remove. Your. Blouse. William takes a comfortable position sitting on the table, your laptop in hand. "I want you to follow the new project plan to the letter. Am I clear?" he says, removing all the text from the current slide visible on the big screen. You knew he wouldn't stop here, even though a part of you had hoped for it. And now he's clearly waiting for you to nod and say yes, approve to whatever he's cooking up. And why is there a tingling sensation in your fingers as you stare at Mr. Fjord and then at the screen behind you... Your breath is getting quicker from the odd situation you find yourself in. [[Simply nod - You know where this is going, and you accept it.]] [[Shake your head. No, this is not something you're comfortable with.]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-027.png"> The smile he gives you when you nod is warm, reassuring even. A thought enters your mind. This is not the first time he's done something like this, is it? And here you are, about to do as he says. Like how many others? "Look this... What we're doing... My boss can't hear of this, alright?" you comment, making sure the two of you are on the same page. Mr. Fjord looks up, meeting your eyes, and says: "Of course." Then he starts typing again, and gestures for you to turn your attention to the big screen. Skirt. It reads. No other words are needed. You both know what he means. Well... Fuck. The temperature in the conference room seems to be reaching sauna levels of heat as your cheeks blush. [[You know what you signed up for - remove your skirt]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I uh... Look... I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Fjord. We don't do those kinds of... Services, here..." you say, finding the courage to finally draw a line. You reach out and grab your blouse, pulling it back on with haste. The look he gives you is a mix of disappointment and maybe even a hint of anger as he puts down your laptop. "Well, I see we've both been wasting time then. I know the way out. Tell your superior I said hi." he simply says and abruptly leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-029.png"> With trembling hands, you open the clasp of your skirt, then with your back against William, you pull it down, letting it fall to the floor. Kick. It. Away. William types on the screen. And you find yourself doing just that, as you kick your skirt across the room, far away from you. You're suddenly aware that you're standing here in your high heels, with nothing but your underwear and a bra on, with Willliam Fjord sitting at the table behind you with your laptop... And you're silently starting at the big screen, waiting for more words to pop up. The pulse of the cursor has your full attention. A calmly beating heart. Unlike yours, which is beating faster than you thought was possible. Spin. Around. Those are simply enough instructions... [[Spin around]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-030.png"> You let William Fjord see the full beauty of your half-naked body as you spin around, showing him your breasts, your ass, your legs... But you can't look at him as you do it. Somehow, the big screen with the letters has become your safe-haven, your anchor, and you don't want to face head on the fact that Mr. Fjord is sitting right there in the same room as you. "You look stunning, Jessica." William says from the table, breaking your protective barrier by reminding you that he is, in fact, watching and very close indeed. You smile and nod, unable to form words. Shoes. Those are the next words on the big screen... Harmless enough, you suppose... When you bend down and reach for your shoes, William gets up and stands right next to you. You glance up at him from your half-kneeling position, shoes in hand. He's still holding your laptop, and once again gestures towards the big screen. With shaking hands, you remove your shoes and put them to the side. Kneel. Are the words on the screen now. William is quite literally standing right next to you, looking down at you over the laptop in hand hands. For a moment, you find the courage from somewhere to speak up... "William... Mr. Fjord, I... Is this having a positive effect on the project plan and your consideration of the deal?" You find yourself asking, in an attempt to put a break on things. He nods, with that reassuring smile of his, and says: "Without a doubt. A most positive effect indeed." His words echoing in your mind and you decide that... [[You're in this too deep now - Just follow the instructions]] [[This is too much, scramble to your feet]]

<<silently>> <<set $pre_kneel to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-031.png"> Your brain has stopped thinking a long time ago it seems. Now, you just blindly follow the words written onto the big screen. The words of truth. Law, even, that you have to follow. It feels surreal, giving up control like this. To do exactly as Mr. Fjord tells you to, without questions, without hesitation. Are you still doing this because you want to ensure he accepts the deal? Or are you doing this to please him? Or maybe... Just maybe, you're doing this for your own benefit? Because you like it? Regardless why you're doing it, you do it. You kneel in front of Mr. Fjord, wearing nothing but your underwear and your bra. And he stands in front of you, tall, your laptop in hand. From your current position, you can view both the screen on your left and William in front of you. You glance up at him. He has a smile on his face, but he simply points towards the screen. Bra. You knew this was coming. The words stir something within you, something you didn't know you had. A desire to expose yourself, not just for anyone, but specifically to Mr. Fjord. The deal isn't even important anymore... [[Remove your bra, just like the words on the big screen are telling you to...]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I uh... Look... I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Fjord. We don't do those kinds of... Services, here..." you say, finding the courage to finally draw a line. You fumble about the room, grabbing your shoes, skirt and blouse and hastily put everything back on. The look he gives you is a mix of disappointment and maybe even a hint of anger as he puts down your laptop. "Well, I see we've both been wasting time then. I know the way out. Tell your superior I said hi." he simply says and abruptly leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-032.png"> With ease, you remove your bra, throwing it away with the rest of your clothes. "Very good, Jessica. Your tits look absolutely perfect." William comments, his hand reaching out to touch your hair. When his fingers dig deep into your scalp, massassing you, you almost cry out. Not from pain, but from shock. What is happening to you? Why are you enjoying doing this, exposing yourself, his touch... His touch... Suddenly your mind conjures up fantasies of where he could put those fingers, his cock... Whoa! You snap out of it, blinking, as William stops massaging your hair. There are new words on the screen. My pants. He's not serious is he... You glance at him from your kneeling position, completely aware that you're sitting here with nothing on but your underwear. Oh, but he is. He even helpfully lifts up the laptop so it's not blocking access to his belt, his pants, which are right there in front of you, just a few inches from your face... [[Comply - remove his pants]] [[No way you're doing that!]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-033.png"> You've come this far, no point stopping now. You knew what you signed up for the second you saw the words "Remove Your Blouse" written on the screen. And so, with fumbling hands, you reach up and grab his belt buckle, pulling the leather and opening it with a satisfying clinking of metal on metal. Then you open his button, pull down the zipper, and with your eyes firmly on Mr. Fjord's, you pull down his pants all the way to the floor without breaking eye contact. The look he's giving you right now... It's something like a deep hunger. His massive bulge is barely contained by his black boxers. How the hell did you find yourself in this position, kneeling in front of a rich potential client in only your underwear, staring at his boxers... Well, actually, you know exactly how you ended up here. You could've stopped this at any point, and yet here you are. The words on the screen change again. Boxers. Just that, nothing else. But it's enough. You know what he wants you to do, and without skipping a beat, you comply. No point saying no anymore, right... You knew what you signed up... [[Remove his boxers]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I uh... Look... I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Fjord. We don't do those kinds of... Services, here..." you say, finding the courage to finally draw a line. You fumble about the room, grabbing your bra, shoes, skirt and blouse and hastily put everything back on. The look he gives you is a mix of disappointment and maybe even a hint of anger as he puts down your laptop. "Well, I see we've both been wasting time then. I know the way out. Tell your superior I said hi." he simply says and abruptly leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "danger2">> <<set $pre_cock to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-034.png"> With a nervous grin and shaking hands, you manage to pull down his boxers, revealing his fully erect member in all its glory. Wow, so he's got the looks and the package, you can't help but think. It stands in salute before you, throbbing, demanding your attention. You find your attention split between the penis, the screen and William's pleased look on his face. Suck. The words you knew were coming next show up on the screen. William even puts the laptop back onto the table, to emphasize the totality of the single word. Then he positions himself before you, hands idle by his sides, throbbing cock in your face. With a dry mouth, you stare at the word, and his member and him. Oh my god, are you seriously thinking of doing this? Does the deal mean so much to you... Or are you simply fascinated my him? William's hand reaches out, brushes against your hair... Not pulling, not digging into it, simply landing there, ready to guide you if you surrender to him. [[No point stopping now - you're going all the way]] [[Surely he's had enough fun by now? Stop this.]]

<<silently>> <<set $pre_sex_william to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-035.png"> William looks at you with a hungry gleam in his eyes as you slowly lean forward, licking your lips as you approach the tip of his shaft. You can smell him now, a not too unpleasant smell, actually. But the smell of it is the least of your concerns at this point. You're literally inches away from sucking the cock of the mega rich client, to land the biggest deal of your career, or just plain because it's fun and exciting... You still haven't decided why exactly you're doing this. Then you find your courage. You grab the base of Mr. Fjord's shaft, near his balls, and slowly draw your tongue all the way from the bottom to the top. Your warm breath teases his member as you slide your tongue over the full length. His deep breath confirms it: He's loving this. One of his hands is idly playing with your hair, moving gently with your own movement, not forcing you to do anything... Yet. It can be hot when a man takes charge, but for now you have control of things. As you reach the tip, you let your tongue swirl around the head of his member before you open your mouth and slowly swallow his cock. Only an inch at first. Then two. When you teasingly stay there, eyes locked with Mr. Fjord, one hand at the base of his shaft, and the other resting playfully against his thigh, you see it. He wants to fuck your mouth right now, you can tell it from his eyes, from his composure, from the way his hand grabs your hair now with intense lust. Submissively and knowing a man like him probably likes to be in charge, you... [[Encourage him to take control...]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> "I uh... Sorry, I can't..." you say, finding the courage to finally draw a line. You fumble about the room, grabbing your bra, shoes, skirt and blouse and hastily put everything back on. The look he gives you is a mix of disappointment and maybe even a hint of anger as he pulls up his boxers and puts on his pants. "Well, I see we've both been wasting time then. I know the way out. Tell your superior I said hi." he simply says and abruptly leaves the room. Stunned, you stand there, eyes wide, cold sweat running down your spine. The door to the conference room slams shut, and you feel like you just fucked up somehow. What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-035.png"> Eyes locked, a third of the length his cock in your mouth, you move your hands away from his shaft and his thigh. Then you grab his free hand, moving it firmly to the other side of your head, letting him grab your hair there as well. Then your nod your encouragement. He looks surprised, but pleased, by you freely giving him control. And without missing a beat, he grabs your hair firmly with both hands. Obediently, you put your hands behind your back, signalling that Mr. Fjord can do as he wants with your mouth. That he has earned the pleasures it gives him. That you willingly submit to him. And he fully intends to take advantage of your drooling mouth as he pulls you close, strong hands guiding you forward until you're forced to swallow the entirety of his shaft. You cough as the tip fills your throat, eyes watering for just a moment. Then he begins thrusting, slowly, exploring your cheeks, your tongue, your throat as you submissively take it all, gagging, drooling and choking on his cock. He's enjoying this, thrusting his cock into your willing mouth. You can feel his balls hitting your chin as you try your best to keep your mouth wide open and tongue pressed against his shaft in a way you know feels good for him. [[With him doing most of the work, you mind starts to wander.]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-037.png"> How the hell did you end up in this situation? Is anyone going to take you seriously anymore if they found out this is how you closed the deal? By becoming Mr. Fjord's fucktoy? Whore? With each moment that passes, each grunt from the rich client fucking your throat, your doubts and fears increase. This doesn't seem hot anymore. What are you doing... Just then, you feel it, the familiar throbbing of a penis about to burst. You try to loosen his grip of your hair and step back before he shoots his load into your mouth, but he stops you, shoving his cock all the way to the back of your throat as far as his shaft allows. Gurgling and spitting, eyes wide in terror, there's not a thing you can do than take it as he shoots his full load deep into your throat. You don't even have to swallow it as every drop is spilled straight into your stomach... Then he finally loosens his grip. Exhausted, you fall to the ground on all fours, coughing and catching your breath. What the actual fuck... He just... You stare at the man who just used you, took advantage of you and potentially ruined your career. You just hope no-one finds out about this and that it was all worth it. William is the first to speak, after he pulls on his boxers and pants again, with you sitting in your underwear on the conference room floor. "A splending project proposal, Jessica. Remember to tell your superior I said hi." he says, grabbing a biscuit from the plate. "Thank you for a lovely conference. I think I know the way out. Cheers!" he says, waving his hand, leaving you stunned, confused, angry, ashamed and half-naked in the conference room. The door slams shut behind you. [[Stare at the closed door]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-024.png"> You just... Can't believe what just happened. What possessed you. It all happened so fast... Fumbling for your clothes, you rush across the room, finding your bra, skirt, blouse and shoes and hastily try to fix the mess William's hands left in your hair. And quickly you hide all traces of his "additional proposals" from the powerpoint... Then you stare at the laptop, legs shaking, stunned, with eyes wide and cold sweat running down your spine. Why do you feel like shit? Didn't you go the extra mile for the deal... Why do you feel like you just fucked up somehow. Did you land the deal? What could you have done differently? Was he ever interested in this project? Or was he just here to... To... Fucking hell. What the fuck... You have to sit down, head spinning. Just then, the door to the conference room opens. [[Your boss enters the room]]

<img class="center" src="img/003_BATHROOM.png"> Life isn't fair, and sometimes you're dealt a shitty hand. Well no-one's been given a worse fucking hand in the history of life than you just were, or so it feels right now. William fucking Fjord. Who the fuck does he think he is? You reach the toilets and slam the door shut, hiding in one of the empty stalls. You just can't stop shaking, but it doesn't matter. Here, you're safe. Here, you can let it all out without any risks of being caught. Perks of working in a mostly male dominated industry: The lady's bathrooms are usually empty. The more you cry and the more you think about what William Fjord did and said, the more you realize that there really wasn't anything you could've done differently. It feels like he never intended to take this project proposal seriously. Never intended on closing the deal and giving your company, and you, this great opportunity. Nothing explains his behaviour, except the fact that he's a fucking asshole. <<if $pre_kneel is true>>You saw his true nature, the real reason he was here...<</if>><<if $pre_sex_william is true>> You just hope you didn't do it all for nothing, that he will call your company, will accept the deal. But the way he abruptly left after he... After he... The thought makes you sick.<</if>> [[Try to compose yourself]]

<img class="center" src="img/003_BATHROOM.png"> Eventually, after a long time, you calm down enough to leave the stall, fix your make-up and head out into the office once again. You explain to HR that you're not feeling well and head home. There, you spend the rest of the day taking care of yourself, with a big bowl of ice cream and binge-watching a whole season of Friends. [[The next morning, you head back to the office.]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-041.png"> The day starts out as a typical day, answering a few calls, replying to emails and doing some paperwork. Then, an hour after lunchtime, your boss calls you to his office. With a clump of ice in your stomach, you make your way over there. He's not alone. By his side are two others, an older guy from HR and a younger guy you don't recognize. "Sit down." your boss instructs, gesturing towards the empty chair in the middle of the room. All three men watch you as you tentatively approach, swallowing nervously as you try to judge the atmosphere of the room. Your guesses aren't needed, however, as your boss quickly continues: "Mr. Fjord categorically refused our offer today, citing, and I quote: A complete lack of integrity and sub-par professional standards." The latter he reads out loud from his laptop, then pins you with his eyes. There's a hint of anger there. "What the hell is he talking about! Explain what happened yesterday!" Your boss almost shouts. The young man you don't know whispers something in your boss's ear then, which results in your boss taking a deep breath, and turning his full attention to you without anger in his voice. "Well?" he then adds, oddly patiently, giving you a chance to finally explain what happened... <<if $pre_sex_william is true>>[[Explain what happened|explanation sex]]<<else>>[[Explain what happened|explanation no sex]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-042.png"> You explain in detail your version of what happened yesterday. You explain the inappropriate smelling of your hair in the elevator and his comments and strange behaviour during the conference. How he came to sit right next to you, completely disregarding the content of the presentation. <<if $pre_remove_blouse is true>>How he demanded you remove your blouse.<</if>> <<if $pre_kneel is true>>How he made you strip naked and kneel in front of him.<</if>> <<if $pre_cock is true>>How he took out his cock...<</if>> When you finish your story, the men stay quiet. The man from HR and your boss discuss something privately, then the HR representative leaves. Now it's just you and your boss, and the guy you don't know. "Well, that is certainly an interesting take on how the events transpired. According to Mr. Fjord, you came on to him. Seduced him and said to him, and I quote: Suck your cock, if you'll take the deal." Your boss retorts. You blink at your boss, unable to comprehend what you're hearing. William is blaming you for inappropriate behaviour!? Your boss holds up his hand for silence when you open your mouth to say something. "When I said go the extra mile, I didn't bloody well mean whoring yourself to the client!" Your boss concludes, slamming his hand hard on his desk. No, this is bullshit! [[Protest!|protest 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-042.png"> You explain in detail your version of what happened yesterday. You explain the inappropriate smelling of your hair in the elevator and his comments and strange behaviour during the conference. How he came to sit right next to you, completely disregarding the content of the presentation. <<if $pre_remove_blouse is true>>How he demanded you remove your blouse.<</if>> <<if $pre_kneel is true>>How he made you strip naked and kneel in front of him.<</if>> <<if $pre_cock is true>>How he took out his cock...<</if>> When you finish your story, the men stay quiet. The man from HR and your boss discuss something privately, then the HR representative leaves. Now it's just you and your boss, and the guy you don't know. "William Fjord is a well respected businessman. The behaviour you're describing doesn't fit his description at all." Your boss begins, hold up his hand for silence when you open your mouth to say something. "Did I or did I not tell you to go the extra mile?" He asks. When you stutter something incoherent, he interrupts you. "Yes or no?" Somehow, you manage to croak: "Yes..." You boss puts down his hand, as if that settles it. "And, did you? Go the extra mile? Because from the way I hear it, you are to blame for not taking him and his needs into account." he says, eyes piercing you with his gaze. No, that's bullshit! [[Protest!]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-042.png"> He... You... What!? "His needs? With all due respect, he..." "Did I ask for your opinion!?" Your boss interrupts you. Startled, you slump down in your chair. "I should fire you right here, right now for fucking up such a simple task. If a rich man like Mr. Fjord takes a liking to you, you smile and thank him for the attention. You better remember that next time, Jessica. But your talents may still be useful in the company, and so I'm willing to offer you a second chance. You're dismissed." Your boss finishes, waving his hand in the general direction of the door. [[Reluctantly, you leave the room, fuming with anger...]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-042.png"> He... You... What!? "I seduced him!? He practically forced himself on me!" your shout, furious. "Did you or did you not have oral sex with Mr. Fjord?" Your boss interrupts you. Startled, you slump down in your chair. "I..." you mumble, suddenly feeling sweat welling up from your flustered forehead. "It's a simple question Jessica. Yes or no. Did you have oral sex with Mr. Fjord?" Oh for crying out... Something breaks in you at that point. Defeat, you whisper: "Yes..." The embarrassment you feel in admitting this out loud before the men in the room cannot be described with words. Your boss grunts, nodding. A strange look on his face. "I should fire you right here, right now. What were you thinking!? But... Your talents may still be useful in the company, and so I'm willing to offer you a second chance. For now, you're dismissed." Your boss finishes, waving his hand in the general direction of the door. [[Reluctantly, you leave the room, fuming with anger...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-002.png"> This is some major bullshit with a capital B. William fucking Fjord, what an absolute dick. It's clear to you now that he was out to use you from the start, no doubt about it. And landed you in this mess. Second chance indeed... Well at least you weren't fired for "failing" to land the deal with Mr. Fjord... Right now you're thinking of just straight up quitting. Why would you don't want to work in a place like this, that doesn't take the side of its employees? In this situation, there was no winning. Nothing you could've done would've persuaded Mr. Fjord to take the deal. And now your boss is furious with you, because the client turned out to be a rotten bag of shit. You should quit... When you reach your desk, you slump down, staring at your laptop. Slowly, your rage and anger drains away, leaving you exhausted and tired to your bone. What are you thinking? You can't quit. Between the rent and your student debt, you can't just walk out and risk becoming unemployed. No. What you need to do is stay cool, take his "second chance" and just accept the shitty hand life has given you. And maybe try to find another job on the sly... [[Get back to work like nothing happened]]

<img class="center" src="img/prelude/p-002.png"> The next days at your work makes it clear: Your boss is punishing you by slowly increasing your workload, and your protests and attempts to get help from your co-workers are met with cold shoulders and claims of being too busy. Your incident with Mr. William Fjord has spread to everyone in the office. And somehow, the most important thing being discussed is the fact that you lost the company a deal worth over a five hundred thousand dollars... And didn't get fired. No-one cares about the details of Mr. Fjord's behaviour. <<if $pre_sex_william is true>>No-one even mentions the fact that you sucked the client's cock either, at least not to your face...<</if>> But you try to keep your head up, ignoring the looks, the cold shoulders, as the workload keeps increasing. Your boss is still furious, and even threatens he'll sue you for neglect and then fire you if you can't show you can pull your weight. From your understanding, that is strictly speaking not legal... Your company and boss shouldn't be able to sue a worker like that... But, apparently, they can. Or so the head of human resources, the expert from the legal team and your boss explains. All three opinions voiced by stuck-up men in suits, making life miserable for everyone they dislike even a bit. So here you are, trying your best to fix things. [[One week later...|Start Chapter 1]]

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png">You curl up on the bathroom floor, ignoring the man. Minutes go by and you remain on the floor, helplessly waiting for the man to go away. The man talks to you the whole time, pointing out that he's got the whole holiday to wait... Do you, though? Already, you're getting hungry... Your last meal was at lunch, and it's already late in the evening... You have no idea how much time passes, but it feels like hours. Probably not nearly as much as that though... The smell of a delicious sandwich travels to your nose, and you hear the man eating on the other side of your stall. The bastard! Your rumbling belly decides to betray you then. "Hungry? I can hear your empty stomach all the way out here." the man comments while he chews on what must be the best sandwich in the world. You don't know what comes over you, but you decide to answer truthfully... [["Yes..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png">Your revelation is met by amusement. "Tell you what, I'll give you the rest of this sandwich, if you start doing as I say." the man says, your tormentor, your captor... Your aching stomach demands attention though. You decide to assess your situation. You're locked in here, alone in the office, over the whole holiday. There's not going to be any janitors, cleaning personnel or office workers visiting for many days. Which means, the man can keep you locked in here without food and water for a long time. You're already growing weak from not eating, and strength is what you need if you wish to keep your wits about you and have a chance of getting out of this situation. Waiting things out until you can't stand on your own legs because you're so hungry is not an option. There's really only one thing to do. Comply to his latest request... "Fine... Give me the sandwich..." you whisper. You hear an amused scoff, then he pushes a plate with a half-eaten sandwich to you underneath the stall. [[Eat the delicious sandwich...]]

<img class="center" src="img/005_MAN_PANTS.png">You don't care that half of the sandwich is gone, the man's bite-marks clearly visible in the bread. You're too hungry and devour it in less than a minute. Thankfully the man even pushes a bottle of water to you, which you accept. "Your turn." the man comments, waiting. You know what to do... The question is, now that you got some food in your system, you can hold on for a while longer. You decide to... [[Tell the man to go fuck himself.]] <<link $jessicaOptionReply $jessicaOptionLink>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $refusals to 12>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "danger1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/010_STRUGGLE.png">You feel strong again, and defiant. "Fuck you asshole! You really think I'll just to what you want because you gave me a sandwich? Go fuck yourself already and leave me alone!" you shout, feeling angry. But the man just laughs at you, making you crawl back into your skin, your defiance replaced by confusion and helplessness in an instant. "Fine, let's do this your way. The hard way..." the man says. The what? Just then then door to your stall opens and a masked man stands before you. He has a cloth in his hand, and he lunges at you. "No!" is all you manage to say before he's on you, his impossibly strong arms pinning you down, pushing the cloth against your face. You try to claw at him and hold your breath. He ignores your attempts easily. You can feel a burning sensation where the cloth touches your mouth, nose and lips and your eyes are beginning to tear up from the vapor. You can feel your lungs burning for air as he continues to grab you. You can't escape, you must have air! Your lungs involuntarily attempt to take in a deep breath. You pass out... [[You pass out...]]

<img class="center" src="img/080_BOUND.png">You wake up an unknown amount of time later, disoriented. Where are you... What's going on? A few deep breaths later and your eyes become focused, reveal that you're still in the bathroom. The masked man stands before you. "Finally awake. How good of you to join me. From now on you will refer me as Master, got it?" he says. What is he... Wait, why can't you move? And what's in your mouth? A glance down reveals it all. You're sitting on the toilet-seat cover, completely naked. Around your neck is a locked collar that is attached to a leash, which goes through the wall of the bathroom stall you're sitting in. The man, your... master, as he wants you to call him, has attached the other end of the leash to something on the other side that you cannot budge. Your mouth is drooling and kept open by an uncomfortable ring-gag, locked around your head by a leather strap. On the toilet-seat is a vibrator, firmly attached with suction to the cover. You are presently sitting on it and cannot move an inch due to chains keeping you stuck to the toilet seat. The device is currently not buzzing. Its made of soft plastic and hugs your private parts firmly. You're also wearing some sort of locked leather straps around both of your thighs, attached to a third leather straps around your waist by two rings - one on both side of your hips. Your ankles are cuffed together under the toilet-seat and lift into the air by another chain, making it impossible for you to stand up. The chain that is forcing your ankles into the air is also attached to the rings on either side of your hips. This also ensures you cannot move an inch upward, as you're pinned to the toilet seat cover. A chain around the back of the toilet, has pinned your lower body firmly to the back of the toilet-seat. The combination of chains attaching you to the toilet is preventing you from standing up or moving in any direction. You are wearing nipple-clamps on both of your nipples. A chain is attached to each of the clamps, and the chains are attached to your collar: The left nipple-clamp's chain to a hole on the left side of your collar, and the right one on the right side. The chains are so short that your breasts are suspended in the air, a constant painful pull is felt in your breasts as a result. Your wrists are both wearing wrist-cuffs, which are locked, and you cannot open them without a key. The cuffs are attached to each-other, keeping your hands closely together behind your back. Your collar has a chain attached to it also at the back-side, but the chain is short, reaching only about to the end of your shoulder-blades on your back. Your wrist-cuffs are attached to the chain, pinning your arms behind your back, which pushes your elbows to either side of your body in an awkward position. In shock, you scream: [["What the hell did you do to me?"]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/080_BOUND.png">Or so you think. The ring-gag in your mouth makes the words come out all wrong, but he seems to get your message. "Let's just say I skipped a few meals and went straight for dessert." he says, amused. You thrash and turn, trying to stand up, but the chains keep you firmly locked against the toilet seat cover. The situation has changed completely, hasn't it? You're no longer in any position to do anything, bound like this... "Frankly, I find your stubbornness hot. But I no longer care for games or your opinion." the man threatens. You glance up at him, getting a proper fresh look at your captor. In his hand is a control of some sort, surely that controls the vibrator you're sitting on? "Now, in your situation you belong to me. I want you to give my cock special attention. Worship it and let it fill your mouth. Do this, and I activate the vibrator. Refuse, and I will have to punish you..." You're shocked, but your situation is quite clear. He can do anything he wants with you now, and the only way to prevent him from hurting you right now is to just give up and do as he says. Yet, there's a tiny spark of anger still in your chest. Finally, you decide to... [[Give up - you nod|You nod]] [[Shake your head|shave head warning]] <<silently>> <<set $headShaveWarningsGiven to 0>> <<set $shavedHead to false>> <<set $previousPassage to "worship his cock">> <</silently>>

<h1 style="font-family: Verdana">Get the full game</h1> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> You can get the full game at the game's official itch.io page: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/jessicas-plight Your support is appreciated! Cheers, FlimsyLegs - The developer of Jessica's Plight

<img class="center-small" src="img/cover.png"><h1>End of demo</h1>You've reached the end of the demo version of Jessica's Plight! Due to the branching nature of the story, you may have ended up here faster or slower than some players. In the full version of the game, you can continue Chapter 1 and see what the man does to you next! You'll also get the full version of the Prelude, Chapter 2 - "Office Slut" and Chapter 3 - "Kidnapped and drugged". If you want to play the demo version again, you can press the "Restart" button in the menu. You can get the full version of the game from the itch.io page: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/jessicas-plight Your support is appreciated! Cheers, FlimsyLegs - The developer of Jessica's Plight