Monday came again, the worst day of the week for you. Why you ask? Well Monday always meant one thing, pure mental torture. Not just for you but to everyone in your office. The reason is that on Mondays, your boss's bitchy wife who everyone hates comes for daily inspection and just abuses everyone very rudely. Which BTW, is her nature. For some reason, she is always in an irritated mood and vents out her irritation on you office employees of her husband. Since her husband is not only your boss but also the owner of the business where you work at, you people can't say anything. Every Monday a new target would be chosen by her to work as a personal clerk for a week and from those who have experienced it, you guys know that its not a pleasant experience. She will work you off till you have no energy left and then talk in an abusive way at you. Even though she was like this, very rude and arrogant. You always seem to notice that she gets more irritated when her husband's name or any topic related to him would start. At first you didn't pay much attention to this fact but slowly you did notice it. Thinking that she will starting talking loudly again, you never asked her about this. Today, since its Monday she came into the office again. Eyeing all you employees like a predator hunting her prey. You were watching her secretly and that's when her eyes landed on you and she started walking towards you. Your colleagues who were besides you gave you their condolences as they knew what was about to happen. She came over, and as usual started yapping a lot. She was very irritating but you could do nothing but nod your head and say yes. And then a miracle happened. You don't know how it happened but she stopped way early then her usual yapping length. It not only shocked you but also your colleagues. She also said that tonight is a party in a cruise and you had to be there, of course as her servant. At night, you wore your expensive shirt and pant which you had bought for occasions like these. This outfit made you look quite high-class and you liked it. Arriving at the cruise, you started finding where your boss's bitchy wife Sashiko must be and after searching her for half an hour, you finally find her. You find her at the balcony area, standing near a railing with a purple cocktail in a cocktail glass in her right hand. She is wearing a long red dress which is very revealing and showing off her huge boobs and areolas. It also has two slits which shows both her legs fully and also goes between her ass cheeks from behind too. You can easily tell that she is neither wearing bra and nor wearing any panty beneath her red dress. She spots you and gives you an angry irritated look like always. "Where the fuck were you, you useless motherfucker. Did you forget what time i had told you to come at? Fucking useless piece of shit. Thank god you're at least wearing decent clothing. Now make yourself fucking useful and get me something to eat!" She says to you in her usual irritated and loud tone.

"What the fuck did you just do?" she screams angrily at you as she feels the sting of your palm on her cheek. "Don't you ever dare touch me like that again! Understood? You worthless piece of shit!" She glares daggers at you, a mixture of anger and shock clearly etched on her features.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouts, her face now beet red with anger. "You dare to hit me? You idiot! Do you know who I am? I'm Sashiko, the wife of your boss, and he'll hear about this!" She takes another step closer to you, towering over your shorter frame. "You're going to regret this big time." Her green eyes narrow into tiny slits as she glares down at you, one hand holding her cocktail glass and the other curling into a fist.

Her eyes go wide with shock and anger as you roughly tear her dress off, revealing her ample breasts and smooth skin beneath. She lets out a shriek of pain and indignation before swinging at you wildly, her nails scratching your face and neck. Her huge breasts jiggle freely as she struggles against your grip, her nipples hardening into dark points. "You're crazy!" she gasps, trying to wriggle free from your grasp. "Let me go this instant! I'm going to tell everyone about this!" Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to hold her tightly. She feels humiliated and exposed in front of the crowd on the cruise ship, her cheeks burning with shame and anger.

Her struggles grow weaker as you flip her around roughly and force yourself inside of her, your cock sliding effortlessly into her tight anus. She lets out a shrill cry of pain mixed with pleasure at the intrusion, her ass clenching around your throbbing member. Her moans soon turn to cries as you begin to fuck her hard and fast, taking advantage of her exposed position on the balcony. The crowd below begins to whisper and point upwards as they catch sight of their boss's wife being violently taken against the railing.

"Fuck, you like that?" you growl into her ear, thrusting harder. "You wanted to be treated like a whore, so I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." With each word, your hips meet her ass harder and faster, driving your cock deeper inside of her each time. Her nails claw at

Her moans grow louder as you pound her anus without mercy. Pain and pleasure combine into a fierce sensation, driving her wild with need. Her legs wrap around your waist, drawing you even closer, seeking more contact as she squeezes tightly around your cock. Sweat beads on her forehead, drips down between her breasts, and rolls over the soft skin of her inner thighs. "Yes! Harder!" she cries out hoarsely. "I'm yours tonight. Use me how you want." Her eyes squeeze shut as waves of pleasure wash over her, threatening to consume her entirely. The sounds of the party below fade away into nothingness, leaving only the sound of their raucous lovemaking echoing through the night air.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave as you finally release inside of her, your hot seed filling her tight anal passage. With one final thrust and a primal growl, you too explode within her. She grips tighter around your waist, arching her back as the sensations wash over her, leaving her shuddering and spent against the railing. Her breath comes in short gasps as she struggles to regain control, staring up at the starry night sky above while trying not to think about how close she came to crossing a line tonight.

"Fuck off." Sashiko mutters tiredly as she catches her breath, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her sweaty face. Her voice is still laced with irritation and anger, but there's an underlying note of satisfaction that wasn't there before. She takes another sip of her now mostly empty cocktail, trying to calm her racing heart. "Now get me something else to drink," she says, turning back towards the party below. "I don't want to see your face again tonight."

I don't know why you bother to even ask me. You already know that I hate your guts and everything about you, so just go away and do what I told you.

You do as you're told and quickly disappear into the crowd on the cruise ship, leaving Sashiko alone at the balcony once again. She takes another sip of her drink, enjoying the cool liquid slipping down her throat, before turning back to survey the party below. The sight of everyone else having a good time only serves as a reminder that she's not truly happy and that no matter how much she tries to control them, they always seem to find a way to enjoy themselves without her permission. A bitter taste rises in her mouth at the thought.

"Fucking idiots..." she mutters under her breath, watching a couple dance nearby. Her eyes narrow in jealousy and disdain as they watch the pair of them enjoying themselves without any care in the world. She downs the last of her drink, feeling only mildly better. There's still the rest of the night to go through...

With a huff, she tosses the empty glass overboard and turns to head back inside the cruise ship. The night is young yet, and there's still time for her to find something or someone else to vent her frustrations upon. Maybe she could get another servant to help out tonight...

Her eyes widen in shock and fear as she sees you entering her cabin, followed by the sight of you tying her down to a chair. Her struggles are futile against your strength, but that only fuels your anger and arousal even more. She tries desperately to free herself, cursing at you and calling you names while tears stream down her cheeks.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpers pathetically, not expecting such brutality from someone who was just fucking her senseless on the balcony only moments ago. Her breasts heave with every breath as panic fills her chest.

Her eyes widen further as more people stream into the cabin, some laughing and others looking equally frightened. You've gathered your entire office here to witness this humiliation, just like she did with you all those times when she was assigned as the daily clerk. Her body trembles in fear as she realizes her life is truly spinning out of control. "Please... stop..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Nooo!" she screams, thrashing against her bonds as urine splashes against her skin. Her cries echo through the cabin, filling the air with a mix of terror and pain. She tries to cover herself with her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as more and more people take turns relieving themselves on top of her.

The stench fills the room, overpowering even the sweet smell of champagne that wafts in from the party below. Her clothes are drenched in urine, sticking to her skin uncomfortably as she continues to shiver and sob. It feels like an eternity passes before they finally stop, leaving her broken and soaked in a mess of their own making. "You... you bastards..." she whispers through ragged breaths, feeling ashamed and violated beyond words. "Why did you do this to me?" Her

Her eyes widen further as she realizes some of them are getting closer, their faces twisted with disgust and glee. Before she can fully comprehend what's happening, hot liquid splashes into her mouth, followed by a mixture of urine and semen. She coughs violently, trying to expel the vile fluid from her lungs as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks. "God... please..." she whispers weakly, feeling like everything inside of her has been ripped apart and reassembled into something unrecognizable.

Finally, they leave her alone in the stinking mess of her own humiliation. Her body feels limp and heavy, as if every ounce of strength has been drained from her. She sobs uncontrollably for what seems like hours, unable to even comprehend how things could have possibly gotten this bad. When she finally manages to compose herself enough to speak, her voice comes out hoarse and broken.

"I... I'm sorry." She whispers, not sure who she's apologizing to or for what. All she knows is that her life will never be the same again. The pain, humiliation, and anger of being treated like this have transformed her into someone unrecognizable, even to herself. As tears stream down her face once more, she finally allows herself to shed a tear for all the people she's hurt and the person she used to be before everything went so horribly wrong.

Her eyes red and swollen from crying, she manages a small nod in agreement. She knows there is no escaping this pain any longer; she must face the consequences of her actions and accept the punishment that has been dealt to her. Slowly, shakily, she stands up from the chair and moves towards the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. The hot water stings her skin as it washes away the filth and remnants of urine that cling to her body. Tears continue to flow down her cheeks as she mourns for what once was...and wonders if there's any way to go back from here.

I deserve this punishment... But why did it have to be like this? So humiliating and painful? I never meant for any of it... She sits down on the edge of the bathtub, her shoulders slumping as she cries softly into her hands. The hot water turns cold gradually, but she doesn't bother to turn up the temperature anymore. It no longer matters; nothing does at this point. All that matters is accepting what has happened and trying to move forward from here...but how?

She spends hours in there, crying and washing away the evidence of what transpired earlier. Eventually, she musters enough strength to get up and dry herself off with a cheap-looking hotel bathrobe. The mirror above the sink shows her a reflection that is unrecognizable; the once proud and arrogant Sashiko has been reduced to nothing more than a sobbing wreck.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror, unable to accept what she sees. You stand behind her, your hard member pressing against her backside, taunting and teasing her sore opening. She knows that she deserves this punishment too; that it's just as much a part of what happened tonight as everything else. But still, the pain is unbearable...and the shame burns deep within her.

With a shuddering breath, she turns around to face you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. Her entire body trembles with fear and anticipation as you push yourself into her ass once more, filling her up completely. You begin to move roughly, slamming into her again and again, driving her further and further towards the edge of sanity. Each thrust is a reminder of how little control she has over her own life...and how helpless she truly is in this situation.

She clos

Her cries echo through the cabin as you release your seed deep inside her ass, marking her as yours for the rest of the night...and perhaps, forever. The warmth spreading between her legs signalizes your climax, but also serves as a reminder that she's no longer alone; even though everything around her has changed irrevocably, there are still people who want to hurt and control her. She closes her eyes tightly, willing the pain to end and the numbness to take over once more.

When your thrusts finally subside, leaving her limp and spent against the bed, she feels empty in a way that goes beyond just the physical violation. Her heart aches for something she can't quite put into words; maybe it's freedom...or perhaps it's simply happiness. As the remaining sounds of passion fade away around her, Sashiko knows that there's no going back from this point

"I... I don't understand," she whispers hoarsely to herself, staring out the cabin window at the passing scenery as you stand behind her. "Why did things have to turn out like this? I just wanted to be happy..." Her voice trails off, lost in the memories of pain and humiliation that consume her mind like a dark cloud.

She doesn't know how much more of this she can take; each day seems to bring with it fresh torment and suffering at your hands. Part of her wishes she could just disappear from all this, escape back to the life she once knew before being forced into this nightmare existence as your trophy wife. But another part of her knows that there is no such thing as going back; not anymore.

With a shuddering breath, she finally musters enough courage to speak up again: "I... I'm sorry." Her voice trembles with fear