Sex(tortion) in the Workplace

Chapter 1: Desperate Measures

So, there Honey Blossom sat, alone, in the Manager’s stuffy office of Hay’s Burgers awaiting for her interview to commence. Windowless and heavily reliant upon a ceiling mounted air conditioning unit that emitted a continuous whirring noise the air inside the room was stale and dry which drew unwanted yawns from the earth pony’s mouth.

The interior décor of the office was lifeless and uninspiring, seemingly designed to be as inoffensive as possible as was the current state of the barren monochrome walls. Painted an off-white colour, the boring nature was reflected in the dimensions of the room which couldn’t pass as a square, but would struggle to qualify as a rectangle. A single door was positioned perfectly in the middle of one of the shorter length walls, set up to allow the door to open into the room as not to impose upon the kitchen that lay just beyond the entrance.

The furniture wasn’t much better either; Honey Blossom was quite surprised at how little there was in the room, a wooden table – not too dissimilar to the ones that filled the dining room – stood proud in the centre of the room accompanied by two matching chairs that sat parallel to each other – the one Honey Blossom sat on forced her to have her back to the doorway with the Manager’s chair on the opposite end of the table. Positioned in the left corner of the back wall was a solitary green filing cabinet that reflected the lights that shone down from the ceiling while a perky indoor palm tree took it’s position in it’s plant pot in the right corner.

The only item left that was worthy of a mention was a white clock hung up on wall to the mare’s right and even that would have blended in with the wall if it weren’t for the black of the clock’s hands. In her sitting position the straw-coloured mare, trying to psych herself up, was relying on the clock to help her determine when her potential employee would come through the door behind her. A quick side glance told her all she needed to know – twenty-four minutes past nine.

“He’s late…” themare mumbled to herself before sighing in frustration at the lack of promptness that her potential boss was showing.

To out it into perspective, Honey Blossom had made it her priority to arrive interview on time, even early, to ensure make sure that she was presenting herself as both keen for the job and having the determination to show up on time of her shifts. She actually ended up walking through the restaurant doors at eleven minutes past nine, a mixture of nervousness and excitement keeping keeping her focussed on achieving her goal of getting the job. Expecting to see the crimson coated Cherry Top that had brought some happiness to her world the previous afternoon she was slightly put off when instead a beige-coloured pegasus was stood in her place.

If the earth mare was expecting to receive the same warmth and friendliness from the mare in front of her then she was sorely mistaken. Dressed in what Honey Blossom could only assume were her job overalls, the words “HAY’S BURGERS” stitched into the red polo-shirt she wore being the giveaway, the pegasus gave Honey Blossom a stern look as the earth mare as she trotted up to the counter.

“We’re not serving until ten.” The mare almost spat, not an ounce of pleasantness present within her words as she rudely talked at the wannabe employee.

The pegasus had brown eyes which blazed with suspicion as the unfamiliar mare failed to comply and exit the restaurant upon first warning, seemingly unaware of who the mare was. Honey Blossom took a moment to take in the mare, noticing a dirty-blonde mane that was tied up into a bun that threatened to spill out from the black hat that placed upon her head.

“Oh, I’m not here to order anything,” The mare with the azure mane said carefully, trying her best to not get on the employee’s bad side - although, it seemed that it had already happened. “I’m here for an interview… Cherry Top set an interview up for me.”

Although a statement, her words ended up coming across more like a question which prompted the pegasus to raise her brow at Honey Blossom, using her brown eyes to size up the mare who stood before her. “I wasn’t aware of any interviews for today, let me have a look. She wrote it in a black book, correct?”

The earth mare nodded in response awaiting eagerly for her story to be corroborated by the memo book that contained both her name and CV. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long for the pegasus to pull the book in question from behind the counter – which drew a disparaging comment from the rude equine on where Cherry Top should have stored the book – quickly flicking through the well inked pages until she found the latest entry. Upon opening the page that contained the precious information, her CV copy slid from the book onto the counter which allowed the beige mare to see that she was telling the truth.

“You would think that somepony would have at least told the Senior-Manager about an interview…” The pegasus mumbled through her teeth as she quickly scammed through both the book for my name and my CV just to make sure that I wasn’t going to be wasting anypony’s time. “I’ll be having words with that Cherry Top.”

A wave of nervousness washed over Honey Blossom as the brown eyes of the pegasus switched her gaze back to her own. The earth mare had to admit, her emerald orbs watching carefully as the beige equine closed the book that had saved her interview before laying her CV atop the leather binding, that it was off-putting having the restaurant’s Assistant-Manager stood behind the counter who vocalised a ‘hmph’ sound as she took a step back from the counter that divided the two of them.

“You better come through, then.” The yellow coated mare’s hopes were met when the pegasus said this filling her with elation, but also a new wave of nervousness as this meant there was no going back now. “I’ll just let you through…”

After finishing her sentence, the Assistant-Manager proceed to walk to the right before disappearing past the dry wall that seperated the noise of the kitchen and staff from the casual nature of the dining room, but not before Honey Blossom got to see the rest of the mare’s attire – black linen trousers that covered the top of her flanks and the length of her back legs. The pegasus wasn’t gone for long, a faint metallic clicking sounded from out of sight, followed moments later by a light thud against the door that, the earth mare assumed, lead to the kitchen and the all-important office.

The noise persisted until, at last, the door handle turned before opening inwards into the kitchen revealing the pegasus who popped her head through the doorway with an impatient glare. “Come on! I haven’t got all day.”

The beige pony was curt – some might deem her words as rude - in her words, but Honey Blossom was understanding, under the premise that it was probably not wise to get on the wrong side of her, as she turned her body and began into a slow trot towards the open door. Arriving at the open doorway the earth mare was hit by the warmth of the kitchen causing her to turn her head away from the heat. Honey Blossom could only voice her surprise in her mind, ‘Wow… that’s warm…’

The pegasus seemed to have noticed the mare’s reaction as an audible ‘tut’ found it’s way past the beige pony’s lips, “Come on now, I’ll show you to the office.”

“Thank you,” Honey Blossom responded gratefully, choosing to brave the heat and stepping through the doorway and stopping just past the pegasus. “I never quite caught your name?”

“I never said.” The mare replied matter of factly, letting go of the door handle which allowed the door to merge with the door frame, eliciting an audible click when the door filled it’s frame to become one. “The name’s Miss Thunder Prance, Honey Blossom.”

“It’s nice to meet you…” Honey Blossom paused momentarily as the pegasus passed her walking, encouraging the mare to follow as she was lead past a hallway with a firedoor at the end, she wasn’t sure if the use of the pronoun was required or not – especially when talking to a potential senior. “Miss Thunder Prance…”

The earth mare could have sworn she saw a sly smile find its way onto Thunder Prance’s muzzle, but it must have lasted for mere moments before her facial features reset into the same stern one that had greeted her at the counter. She didn’t even have the chance to think about it before the mare stopped once again, this time positioned right outside of a windowless door that must have lead into the manager’s office – or so Honey Blossom thought.

“Right, the Manager is running a little late today – I am sorry about that…” Thunder Prance said dryly while grasping for the door handle, using a little force to push it open, but even though she ‘apologised’ for the her senior’s absence the pegasus didn’t look or even sound like she was sorry. “but, if you want to go in there and take a seat I’ll be sure to send him right in when he arrives.”

Honey Blossom could only nod at the pegasus’ words, thanking the mare for her help before walking into the office…

“…anks… Is she in here?”

Voices brought Honey Blossom’s mind back to the present, her body automatically shifting in posture to make her sit up in her chair, this was the moment where she would either leave the restaurant as an employee or with nothing. To say the mare was nervous was an understatement, for all her work at trying to psyche herself up the big moment had brought down all her mental barriers in a single, startling, gust.

“Cheers, Thunder.” The voice sounded again, closer this time and with more clarity than before. It was unmistakably a masculine voice, low in tone with a slight gruffness that most feminine voices struggle to vocalise naturally.

Honey Blossom turned her head to face the door, she didn’t think it right that the first thing a potential employer saw of her was the back of her head, instead she would meet his gaze with confidence – even if it is was an act. Abruptly the door handle was turned quickly and with an audible thud, the door swung open, revealing her the restaurant manager for the first time. From first impressions he looked to be an earth stallion, the lack of wings or a horn making the mare’s mind up for her, who sported a light-grey coat that stretched across his entire body accompanied by a light-blue mane and tail finished off with bright sky-blue eyes.

He was well-built and at average height, a foot taller than herself, and exuded a powerful confidence as his large gate quickly made up the distance between the door and the table. From up close, the mare could recognise that he was wearing a shirt and tie that fit him so well it must have been professionally tailored, but nothing covered his flanks or back legs meaning that his cutie mark – a golden key – was on full display.

Two brown leather saddle bags found there place at the sides of the equine, the right one opened slightly with the same leather bound book that she had become familiar with at the counter peeking out of the top. It looked like it had been quickly stuffed in quickly to help save time, perhaps by a manager who was running behind and late for an interview? Honey Blossom certainly thought so.

“I am really sorry I’m late,” The stallion said as he passed the table, ignoring the door which had quickly swung to a closed position with a blunt thud. “I had to see a supplier about a potential promotional deal.”

“It’s fine…” Honey Blossom replied meekly, her confidence already waning in the present of such a powerful stallion. She wanted to say more, to truly assert herself, but she didn’t dare offend the one person who might be able to give her a job.

“How are you doing today?” The light-grey stallion asked as he reached the other side of the table with his head facing the wall between the filing cabinet and the lonely palm tree.

The earth mare watched for a moment as the large stallion leaned forward, as if he were a cow trying to graze, his head nearly touching the scratchy surface of the carpet. It confused Honey Blossom slightly, but it was quickly explained as the lofty saddle bags slowly slipped down the stallions arched back, passing over his head and his thick cut short mane, before depositing them both onto the floor. “I’m good… I suppose a little nervous to-“

“Nervous?” The stallion inquired with his back still turned, unapologetic at the fact that he had interrupted the mare sat opposite him, taking his time to fish through the open bag for the easily accessible book that contained the copy of her CV. “There’s no need to be nervous here. I trust that Thunder Prance looked after you in my stead?”

“She was… efficient.” The mare responded slowly, taking the diplomatic route in order to not offend the stallion stood before her, even if the pegasus had been rude and somewhat cold.

“Efficient?” The stallion recited to himself, chuckling slightly as he turned around to face the sitting mare, placing the book he had taken from his bag lightly on the tabletop. “That’s a new one, most of the time she’s a complete battleaxe.”

He ended his sentence with a wam and genuine smile, pulling the unoccupied chair from beneath the table before setting his toned flanks down upon it. Honey Blossom found the stallion’s smile to be infectious and within mere seconds she too had a toothy grin plastered on her muzzle.

“That’s a beautiful smile,” the light-grey equine said unexpectedly with a straight face while leaning forward in his chair slightly, making him look more imposing than he already was.

Although prefaced as a compliment – at least Honey Blossom hoped it was, it was something which caught the mare off guard slightly who watched the stallion’s gaze grow into one that she couldn’t quite place, it was almost mischievous looking. “Thanks,” she responded quietly, trying not to meet the stallion’s gaze. It wasn’t the compliment that had disgruntled the mare, it was the manner and setting that it was used in was inappropriate for such comments. ‘He knows I’m here to be employed, not to be his girlfriend, right?’

The stallion must have sensed her unease after the comment had been given time to be processed, promptly shifting the conversation by opening the book to the page where her CV was neatly placed. “Shall we get on with the interview?”

‘Please do.’ She thought to herself, nodding at the stallion who slid the CV onto the table. Honey Blossom was still wary of him, but was prepared to keep her concern quiet if it meant that the manager would actually conduct the interview.

Eventually, the manager did continue; and over time the mare began to feel more relaxed as the light-grey stallion introduced himself as Admin Stud, smoothly moving into the common-place questions – “Why do you want the job?”, “Where do you see yourself in five years time?” – which she answered honestly, gaining in confidence as she spoke. For Honey Blossom things were looking up, she was even starting to warm up to the stallion after the shaky start, at one stage the manager even said as a joke, “Your hired”. Things couldn’t have been better, she might actually get the job.

That was until he read through the mare’s qualifications and previous work-experience. At that point the smiles and the jokes stopped, replaced by an intense scrutiny upon her high-school grades and her past employment, and not a word was exchanged for nearly a minute.

At last the stallion held up hoof up to his lips and audibly cleared his throat, “So, it says here that you recently worked as a flower arranger at Prunella Petals – what would you say you learned there that you can transfer to a position here?”

The stallion’s silence during the scrutiny of her CV had allowed another wave of nervousness to crash into her, not so confident now that Admin had not looked pleased at her qualifications. “W-well, while I was there I had to work in a team… with ponies and make sure that things were made to order and- within a set time.”

“What about pony-skills?” Admin Stud asked in a low voice, his eyes quickly rising from the CV and quickly latching onto the emerald corneas of her own eyes. “You see, I’m currently looking for a waitress, but I need them to be comfortable talking and conversing with anypony and everpony who works through those doors.”

“I-uh…” Honey Blossom stumbled, mentally scolding herself for not feeling comfortable enough to answer first time, feeling more and more pressure being placed upon her. “I occasionally worked the tills at that store… I answered the phones and had to make sure ponies knew what they were buying… and I think I got really good at it.”

Her words sounded like she was defending herself from Admin’s scrutiny rather than expressing her skills, she had come into this interview knowing that she was lacking in some areas and it appeared that they were an issue for the manager in front of her. Honey Blossom didn’t know what the stallion was thinking, his gaze showed concern, but he must have been as equally disappointed as what was on the CV.

“It says here you got an ‘E’ in Mathematics…” Admin Stud breathed out an audible sigh, signalling that the qualification simply wasn’t good enough. What scared the mare was that he went silent for a couple of seconds, almost as if he wasn’t interested in her now that she lacked the requirements for the job. “We have a strict employment rule and it is an essential that employees have at least a ‘C’ in that subject.”

After all her hard work visiting every store, restaurant and hotel in search of a job, it was scary to Honey Blossom that she was literally seconds away from rejection. Of course, he hadn’t said it yet, but it was clear in his own words that she didn’t meet the requirements, that was the first major telling sign. The second most telling sign, and the one that confirmed it for the mare, was the manager’s body language – eyes uninterested, slightly shaking his head as he sat back in his wooden chair.

‘Nononono-NO! ’ Honey Blossom felt herself shaking, was this really where her hopes ended for Hay’s Burgers? She was nearly screaming inside her head, slowly losing control of both her emotions and her body. “W-where d-does that leave me?”

“I’m afraid, it means that,” Admin started slowly, the chair’s back support creaking as more of his weight was transferred upon it while meeting the tearful gaze of the once-prospective employee. “I can’t offer you the job”.

The yellow mare almost felt dizzy at the stallion’s words, it was simply too much for her to handle as her hopes were snapped like twigs. Hopelessness, frustration and anger were just some of the emotions that were coursing through her body, she silently wished that the stallion was playing a cruel joke on her - she could more than handle that - but as the stallion continued to be sat back in his chair it dawned on her that she was being rejected.

“I’m very sorry about this,” the stallion spoke again sincerely, to Honey Blossom he looked genuinely disappointed, his face grim as he moved to stand on all-fours. “It’s a real shame, I think that you would have been a great fit, but company policy is company policy.”

Honey Blossom was becoming distraught, irrational too. In her mind, the stallion wasn’t understanding that she needed the job more than anything and that his rejection could put her out on the streets. If only he knew that not employing her would destroy her life, if only he knew that she would do anything not to see that become a reality.

“Hire me!” She blurted out in desperation, trying to catch the stallion’s gaze who had moved to lean on forward with his flank resting on the edge of the chair, she needed to make him understand. “Please, I need this job… more than anything.”

Begging was a long shot, something that she hadn’t thought through extensively beforehoof, but what did the mare have to lose by this point? Besides, it seemed to have caught the stallion’s attention who followed the mare closely with his eyes, almost slyly, certainly interested in what the mare had to say.

“I can’t, it would set a bad example,” Admin Stud explained slowly, carefully studying the mare, trying his best to calm the situation down. “I have rejected many ponies on the basis of their qualifications - I won’t show leniency based upon your desperation”

The mare was panicking by this point, tears freely flowing down her cheeks as, struggling to contain her cries. “Bu-but, I-”

“No, that is final.” The stallion replied sternly, this time tensing up his hind legs as he moved to settle his forehooves on the ground. “I wish you well on finding employment, but it won’t be he-”

“PLEASE!” the mare cried slamming her own forehooves harshly on the wooden table, anguished at her current predicament. Her actions were extreme causing the stallion to tense up defensively in anticipation of an attack from the mare. “I’m begging you… I’ll do anything for this job - I could be homeless with a few days and I need this to keep my home…”

The stallion looked sympathetic as the mare was honest with him, going into the full details of what her financial situation was like and the danger she was in of being kicked out of her apartment by her landlord. He listened to every word that the mare spoke and was quick to try and console her by moving around the table in order to place a calming hoof upon Honey Blossom's shaking hooves.

"I can only imagine the stress you must be under currently," the stallion began tenderly, his voice low as he leaned his body into the mare which she took as him trying to sooth and console her. "But, I can't offer you a job - I wish I could help you..."

Honey Blossom wouldn't have said it to the stallion's face, but even though he sounded genuine there was something about the manager that gave her a bad feeling - she just couldn't put her hoof on it. The way he pressed his body into her was her first cause for concern, she appreciated Admin's original gesture of moving around the table to console her, but the touchy-feely approach was off-putting.

The mare didn't respond to the equine's words, more concerned by the stallion's behaviour which had resorted to resting his chin on the top of her head. Too unsettled to push the stallion any further for a job, slowly contemplating what she would do now, she decided that it was the best course of action to leave - more out of the want to escape the presence of the overly touchy stallion draped upon her side. "I should go..."

Her words were meek, barely penetrating the heavy air of the office, the only way for anypony to hear it would have required them to be standing right next to the mare. Luckily enough though, a certain intrusive stallion was on hoof to pick up on her words.

"I could give you a trial period," the intrusive stallion announced slowly, his breathing laboured as he rested himself while perched upon the mare's head. "It would only be temporary, pending a work evaluation, would you like that?"

Honey Blossom's spirit was immediately raised from the depths of despair, a "temporary trial period" wasn't what she had wanted originally but she couldn't say no to a wage. However, she was hesitant in accepting the offer, she wasn't sure of the specifics of the job and she was damned if she didn't know, up front, which job she would be working in "How would that work? What role would I be employed to perform?"

"It's simple," he started, softening his voice as he took in the scent of the mare, fully enjoying the close contact they shared. He was calm, collected and ready to answer the mare's question. "You'd take up the position of waitress, sometimes you would be needed in the back washing dishes, but waitress would be your role."

It sounded perfect to the mare, it was a role that she believed she could fill without any prior training, it was also low skilled - and however demeaning that sounded - which meant that she would pass the "evaluation" with flying colours. It also sounded to good to be true. How could a stallion that had flat out refused to take her on, mere minutes ago, do a full u-turn? Honey Blossom had to admit that the situation was getting sketchy.

"However, I would like something in return." Admin stated in a sly voice, pulling his body away from the mare and placing his hooves on the ground. Honey Blossom was careful to watch the movements of the stallion, this behaviour wasn't normal and it sounded as if the stallion was trying to extort her. "You said that you'd 'do anything' for the job' - does that still stand?"

She was slow to answer the question, extremely vigilant to not sell her soul to the powerful equine stood next to her, so she spoke slowly and carefully."Y-yeah... within r-reason though."

As the stallion presented his length to Honey Blossom, the mare inwardly labelling the cock as “fairly average”, she felt her stomach become uneasy at the prospect of trading in sexual favours for the job. The earth mare hated the irony of the situation, her own words of preserving her dignity mockingly ringing in her ears, as the stallion placed his flanks upon the table’s smooth wooden surface. Where was her dignity now?

The yellow mare watched, scared out of her mind, as the her boss kept re-positioning his flanks in order to be as comfortable as possible, using his long hind legs to support his body in its unorthodox position. It was clear that he wanted the blowjob to go ahead, his erect cock standing – literally – as testament to his enjoyment, but even Honey Blossom could tell that he wanted to be careful. Every so often the stallion swept a quick glance over to the door, the only thing that preserved there privacy, his ears swivelling constantly trying to pick out any indications of movement.

“I feel sick…” Honey blossom mumbled to herself absently as she continued to stand against the same wall as the doorway, reaching out her right hoof to steady herself, struggling to suppress the urge to bolt out of that door and far away from this wicked place.

Every fibre of her being told her that this was wrong, that she should leave immediately, but leaving would probably leave her homeless. There was no guarantee that she could find a job before she was kicked out of her apartment, this was the only way to secure her financial situation and put food on her table, failing that would force her to move back in with her mother – a fate worse than homelessness in Honey Blossom’s eyes.

“Hurry up!” Admin Stud hissed at the mare, his eyelids forming slits around his blue eyes, impatiently awaiting her to fulfill her new job description. “You do want this job right?”

The mare’s legs tensed up, confidently awaiting the brain’s orders to propel her at the wooden entrance, one word of assurance was all it would take. Honey Blossom knew it was her last chance to back out, she knew it was better for both her dignity and emotions, but running away wasn’t going to bring her the economic stability that she so wished for. “Yes, I want the job.”

“Then get over here!” Admin snapped aggressively although this time it was in a hushed tone as to not draw any more attention to the office than was necessary. Anger clear in his voice showing that he was not prepared to wait for the mare to think things through. “I’m not getting caught doing this.”

Honey Blossom felt her knees start to tremble, her hind legs bowing little by little, as she desperately tried to pluck up the courage to go and fellate the angry looking stallion. She didn’t want to go through with it, but she had to and to pass up a job with her lack of qualifications would be a very foolish thing to do – in her mind this could be her only chance. That was the only strand of reasoning that fueled her conviction as she settled down onto all fours, tensing her leg muscles again, but this time in order to keep her standing as she walked to the centre of the room.

‘What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s a one-time thing – you’ll get the job and it’ll all be over in an instant!’ A voice from inside her head came forward, trying to inspire her like some form of religious preacher, perhaps it was the mare’s subconscious purposefully lying to her to give her courage to go through with the act – Honey Blossom knew for sure that the voice was being willfully ignorant to her situation.

However, the silent preaching did appear to help take her first tentative step towards the stallion, then another, then another. Scared senseless, but determined, she quickly cut the distance to the table that the stallion was sat on and maneuvered herself to the stallion’s right. Immediately the scent of the horny stallion filled his nostrils, musty and powerful, ever present and intoxicating. Honey Blossom blushed involuntary and looked to her right, trying in vain to hide the effects the hormones were doing to her mind.

If Admin Stud had noticed her reaction, which was rather unmissable for the fact that he was positioned right next to her, he either didn’t care or simply wasn’t bothered enough to make a derogatory comment. The mare was relieved that the stallion’s momentary silence was prolonged allowing her to regain her composure and traverse past the stallion’s outstretched hind leg, shifting her gaze to the ground as she finally knelt her lower hind legs upon the uncomfortable carpet.

Honey Blossom winced as the scratchy surface irritated and itched her legs, squirming in place as she tried to make herself more comfortable. However, the carpet was unrelenting though and before long she was voicing groans of anger and frustration which caught the attention

“If I had known this was happening then I might have brought you some kneepads.” Admin laughed at the mare, mildly containing though as he looked down upon the mare with a lustful glint in his eye.

Out of anger towards the manager, Honey Blossom quickly matched the gaze of the stallion flashing a look of defiance, striving to prove that she still had some fight left over. She was making a statement that she wouldn’t be degraded by the stallion, demanding that he show her some respect for putting her own body on the line for the job. Although, it didn’t look like the stallion was particularly bothered as he strained his torso around to pick something off of the desk, his left forehoof sliding something to the edge he was sat on.

“Here, use this then.” Admin said flatly as he slid the piece of paper of the table, letting it unceremoniously float to the floor. “That’s about all it’s useful for.”

The mare found the words of the stallion cryptic at first, but as the stallion raised his eyebrows in a challenge she realised that it had to do with the paper that had fallen on the floor. From a first glance, whatever it was had fallen facedown so a closer inspection was required from the mare who leaned over and used her hooves to pick it up. From what the stallion was insinuating, she was to use the paper to kneel on, but as she turned the piece over she was greeted with an unbelievably cruel site.

‘How cruel…’, she thought to herself as she took it in, the stallion had only gone and given the mare her own CV to kneel on. She felt her lip start to quiver and her eyes filling with tears as she pondered the cruel insult. She felt humiliated at the insinuation that her entire live’s achievements weren’t worth the ink they were printed with, that the only thing they were good for was for making the mare comfortable as she traded sex and sexual favours for the things she wanted in life. ‘What have I done to deserve this?’

It really was a low-blow, but the thought that encouraged the first tear to stain her yellow cheak was that it was all true, she was little more than a common prostitute. She struggled to contain her sobs, her head looking to the floor while the salty tears stained her cheeks before falling to the wretched floor that had prompted all this. She wanted nothing more to crawl under a rock, but as she moved her precious CV towards the floor to position it beneath her knees, the sight of the stallion’s hind legs reminded her of what she needed to do. With tear filled eyes she looked up at the towering stallion.

As their eyes met, she saw that the stallion’s eyes were nothing more than cold, merciless blue orbs while his face was like stone. In his eyes he had won, successfully degrading the whorse knelt between his legs who was about to let him unload his seed into her mouth.

With that fresh in his mind he brought his hooves up to his thick stallionhood, momentarily massaging his length before pointing his dick towards the mare. “Now, you best be getting to work – employee evaluations are coming up.”

To be continued…