Michael took Michelle to his room, offering her his shower. She thanked him and quietly slipped into it, leaving his coat behind and showering off her burned, scarred, and generally filthy body.
She came back looking like a broken angel to Mike, beautiful but battered in some way all over her body. Her breasts were visibly beaten if not broken, with old scars and fresh cuts of various sizes over them. Bright red flesh marked the top of one of her jugs, burns from the sandwich maker that had flared up again on her left breast, no doubt burned further by the hot water. The injury looked inflamed, and would was visibly marked in the pattern of the sandwich-maker's pattern. After being crushed in both this fight and her last, it drooped noticeably lower than her right. Several of her wounds had stopped bleeding by now, but her tits hung almost limply from her chest, the fat and muscle inside clearly and severely damaged.
There was still a bit of blood stuck in her hair from the heavy blows to her head and face, and she had a bit of a limp as she walked back to the bed from all the shots to her groin and legs. She walked past him and brushed a hand lovingly over his chest, only to sit on the bed and wince as Mike recalled one of her last punishments being a red-hot spanking from an overheated spatula.
"You look so sexy," Michael said softly, touching her fingers as they left his chest. She smiled back, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as she put on her best bedroom smile.
"You're lying," she said, meeting his eyes softly in her shameful state. Mike shook his head, sitting down next to her. She rested a hand on his thigh, stroking it dangerously close to his privates. "Prove it..."
She leaned in and kissed him deeply, lips merging together and quickly followed by a sharp, short intake of breath when her broken nose brushed against his. He wrapped an arm around her naked waist, holding her against him before she could recoil from the pain and instead she relaxed into him, keeping the kiss going. Michelle broke it at last to look down and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing at his face and chest as she saw fit. Despite all her pain and fatigue, she seemed plenty aroused and aggressive about it.
Mike reached down to cup one of her breasts, molding it in his palm. It was soft enough that it almost felt like a liquid in some parts, rolling between his fingers. The deep wound from the blade rippled from his groping, and Michelle gave a long, pained moan.
"I'm sorry," he muttered quickly, but she shook her head defiantly.
"Don't stop," she breathed back, keeping up her act of undressing him to match her own naked body. He took her suggestion to heart, palming and rubbing the breast, even his fingers running over the injury. She let out bigger and louder moans, though not all of them painful this time. Her hips pumped anxiously, and one leg wrapped up onto the bed. He could see the many bruises and claw marks around her pussy from the fight lingering around her swollen pussy. He moved his other hand up to take her other breast in hand, rubbing and mashing them together.
"That's it, big boy," she gasped back, eyes going wide and fluttering from his aggressive and shocking touch against her burned and busted breast. "Show me what you've got. Give it to me good. I can take it!"
Her wild expression and dirty talk got him excited further, but he had to wonder how much of this was proving herself to him. Showing that even after all the beatings and stabbings, she could still fuck like a pro. He didn't need much reason either way if she was this into it, and he kept his hands glued to her tits until she managed to free his cock from his pants.
He slipped out of them, letting her gently urge him backward onto the bed. He laid back with his prick high and hard, almost upright in his position as she crawled up to him on all fours at the foot of the bed. She focused on his hips, kissing and softly stroking his cock before she took it into her mouth, sucking up and down with soft, wet slurping noises. As he fucked her mouth, he found her fascinating to watch. Her black eye and scratched and scraped face wrapped around his erection, her red eyes looking up at him for approval. He couldn't help but moan from her oral skills, gently cupping and kneading his balls to accompany them.
He also watched with fascination as her sagging tits squished around as she went up and down on him, flopping loosely and slapping against the bedsheets. The once proud and perky jugs now hung weak and broken, the old simile of "like fried eggs nailed to a wall" coming to mind with their limp nature. Still, the nipples on their tips stayed hard, tracing over the bedsheets as they hung lower than she could reach when she was at her highest in this position. It was a testament to how huge and powerful they were once, taken from her by the night's awful encounter.
She finally took her mouth off of him against, stroking the spit-covered hardon and stroking it firmly in one weary arm. "You like it?" she panted, Mike's wide and fluttering eyes all the assurance she seemed to need. "You like that, Big Mike?" she purred persistently, loudly kissing at his shaft and head.
She kissed her way up his stomach and chest, her bruised body sliding up his. He saw her slightly wince and shudder now and then at the surges of pain, her damaged breasts and belly rubbing against him as she went. She finally kissed his face with her swollen and bruised lips. Her hard nipples dragged over his chest as she straddled his hips, and she gasped at every slightest twitch between them, the pain and arousal clearly overloading her senses.
Michael ran his hands up from her hips, running his hands over her swollen and hanging breasts. Michelle gave a loud, sharp wail as he did, enough that he almost stopped before she nodded excitedly. She grinded against his erection until Mike urged her down at the right angle, using her drooping wounded tits for handles. She gasped and shuddered like a virgin as he entered her, though clearly not from her tightness so much as her sensitivity. She'd had several men inside her already that night alone, to say nothing of their first vicious throwdown at the office. He slid in firm and slow, and she seemed absolutely wild for it, shuddering violently when he squeezed her purple-red breasts.
"That's it. That's it. Just like that, Mikey," she panted, bouncing up and down on his erection at an increasing pace. He held her hips to keep her weakened body steady, allowing her to focus on humping up and down on his shaft. Her wetness was audible with each deeply pumping thrust, more sensitive than ever from all the scratches and intrusions from earlier.
Michelle rode faster and harder, giving small twists of her hips to add extra attention to the shaft inside her. The whole odd but erotic display kept Mike hard and thrusting until she felt him cum inside her. The burst of wetness and warmth got a husky grunt out of her, almost doubling over before she returned the favor, cumming with him as she kissed him heatedly. He pulled at her hair and fondled her chest, urging on her passionate cries as she writhed against him, finally falling exhausted and limp against his chest.
"You have no idea how much I needed that," Michelle panted as she collapsed limply against him.
"I think you made it pretty clear," Michael replied, stroking her hair assuringly.
After a few days, the women were due to return to work. Michelle was a sight in her office attire, slightly more conservative than usual. Her various scars and bruises were still visible, and she had a tighter bra on than normal to keep her breasts from drooping too far. It certainly didn't go unnoticed.
"Nice pair you've got there, droopy," Crystal mocked as she went by, snickering from her desk. Any talk like that wouldn't have gone unanswered by the alpha bitch Michelle, but now she just blushed and avoided eye contact as she went about her work.
"Well look who's not so big, proud and firm now," Stephanie gloated, loving seeing the busty bitch taken down a peg. She had hated and fought with Michelle herself not that long ago, so it felt great to rub her nose in her own ruined body.
"Leave me alone," Michelle muttered, protectively hugging her chest. It just made her breasts shift and jiggle more noticeably, showing off their sag.
"Wow, you look like you lost a titfight with a steamroller!" Steph laughed, getting more laughter from the nearby employees. Steph tried to ignore them, hoping to focus on her work but every now and then catching another comment from Stephanie to her coworkers, the group bursting into laughter at her cracks about "scarface" and "grandma tits."
Michelle just seethed over in the cubicle all day, quietly and angrily enduring the insults.
As the night shift went on, Michelle got up for lunch only for Steph to step into her way. "Where are you going to?"
"It's my lunch," Michelle sighed dejectedly. "I was going to eat out."
"Damn right you were," Steph laughed, grabbing her by the hair. Michelle was still sore and couldn't resist much as Steph shoved her to her knees. She shoved Michelle's face into her crotch, grinding it against the crotch of her skirt. Their coworkers laughed and gathered around to watch the humiliating show.
"That's all the lunch you need, isn't it, no-tits? Munching on bush like the slut she is." Steph went as far as lifting her skirt and dropping her panties, burying Michelle's face into her crotch and grinding against her wincing features.
"You like that, bitch? Must feel reaaaal familiar by now, huh?" Steph went on, squeezing her thighs around her face to stuff Michelle into her bush. "Getting hungry, aren't you slut? Drooling over seeing a pussy that's not covered in scars and diseases?" she cackled.
Michelle let out muffled shouts of protest, but the employees could all see she was powerless to stop her, or any of them that would want to. Steph finally seemed to prove her point, Michelle getting up sputtering and spitting with a sour expression.
"One more thing," Steph added, wrapping an arm around Michelle's neck and pulling her back to her. She grabbed a set of scissors from the nearby desk, Michelle gasping and wriggling to try and get free as she stared fearfully at the blade.
"Relax, I'm not cutting you," Steph grinned wickedly, snipping it up front of her blouse instead. It sheared the fabric of her top easily, and then caught and snapped out the elastic in the front of her bra. Steph's tits flopped out into view, drooping in their pathetic glory before the coworkers. They laughed and jeered, some stepping forward to grope and squeeze the painfully beaten and sagging jugs. The branding burn marks, slashes and bruises were all over her chest, perfectly visible to them all. Steph held her back and trapped her arms, letting the men all have their way with slapping, pulling, squeezing, and pinching at her aching breast and nipples.
"Now get a move on, cow cunt," Steph snapped, slapping Michelle on the ass aand shoving her away. The other men around the office took the opportunity to pinch or grope her as she went by, Michelle making no real resistance to them as she tried to hurry from her own workplace, powerless to stop them. She could fix the top with a few spare buttons, but it would trashy and she'd still have no bra to wear all day.
"This isn't over, you bitch," she hissed to herself more than anyone in the office, hugging her tender chest and trying to shake off the smell of Stephanie's sweaty cunt. One thing that was clear; things couldn't stay this way for long without exploding again.
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