Chapter 265 Return to the Company Dormitory

Chapter 265 Return to the Company Dormitory

Sienna kept screaming in pain.

She realized Sam really had no experience in this area, even though she had cleaned herself inside and out, and the rabbit tail plug was also coated with lubricant. But the anus is fundamentally different from the vagina! How could he just insert it so bluntly and forcefully?

"Why are you running?" Sam pulled the crawling Sienna back to the other end of the couch.

"I can't do this. I can't!"

"Really? Then how come you're willing when someone bites you?"

Sienna protested inwardly, 'I'm not willing at all! I'm not a masochist!'

"I'm just asking for fairness." Sam pressed down on all her struggles. "No matter how outrageous Andrew is to you, you still forgive him and stay by his side. So, if I do something more outrageous to you, you should endure it."

'No, you can't be more outrageous than that big pervert Andrew.' Sienna's mind wandered, and suddenly she felt pain in her lower body.

With a little force, Sam had already inserted the tip of the "carrot" into her anus. This sense of invasion was stronger than during sex, after all, the anus is not at all suitable for accommodating foreign objects.

The beginning is always difficult. After the tip of the anal plug entered, the rest was easier.

Sam patiently paused after each round of pushing to let Sienna relax her muscles. After the anal plug was completely inserted, she surprisingly didn't feel much pain.

Sienna curiously reached back to touch the rabbit tail, surprised at her own talent for taking in such a thick thing.

Wait, why was she feeling proud of it?

"Alright." Sam wiped the grease off his hands with a handkerchief. Throughout the process, his torment was no less than Sienna's. Her cute anus opening and closing, although different from the commonly used vagina, still made his penis hard as iron underneath.

But he didn't intend to satisfy his own desires, because pets are meant for fun, not sex.

"From now on, you'll sleep here."

Leading Sienna by the collar, Sam took her to the bedroom and pointed to a soft cushion in the corner.

Sienna obediently lay down.

"Bend your legs, arch your back, rabbits don't lie flat like that."

So she followed the instructions and positioned herself like a rabbit in a burrow. She could feel Sam's gaze on her arched back, then trailing down along the lines of her skin, pausing on the rabbit tail for a moment before slipping into her buttocks.

She didn't want to feel so detailed, but Sam's gaze felt so tangible!

"There are some of your things in the group dormitory, go get them tomorrow."

As night fell, Sam, now in pajamas, appeared much gentler. In between handling documents, he still made arrangements for the next day.

Feeling like there was nothing left to cherish in life, Sienna lay down, sighing.

Sam glanced at her indifferently and continued typing on the keyboard. "I'll give you one more chance to answer."

"Yes, Master!"

Until bedtime, Sam didn't even bother to touch her.

His work was truly busy, even when he was off work at home, he was not at leisure. Sienna kept hearing the sounds of new emails and messages, as well as some voice instructions from the group's CEO Tyler in the senior management group. These sounds acted as lullabies, making her drowsy as she listened, not even knowing when she fell asleep.

Her life had been too tumultuous recently, and she couldn't rest properly.

Not knowing how long she had slept, in a daze, Sienna was abruptly pulled up by the chin, her long fingers prying open her mouth, then a thick and hot object was pushed in, all the way to her throat. She struggled a few times, but someone was holding the back of her head, forcing her to swallow deeply.

Saliva flowed back into her windpipe, and Sienna couldn't cough it out, the discomfort dispelling her drowsiness, and she opened her eyes in pain.

Sam looked down at her, the object in his mouth naturally his erect penis due to morning arousal.

He didn't speak, while Sienna couldn't. She could only laboriously serve him, until he released in her mouth and finally let her go.

Sienna coughed miserably on the side.

"Get dressed."

Sam had already put on his tie and coat, looking so well put-together that one couldn't imagine he had just forced Sienna to give him a blowjob a few minutes ago.

His face was always distant and abstinent.

"What about this?" Sienna pointed to the collar around her neck.

"Of course, you have to wear it." Sam's mouth curled into a malicious smile. "You can't miss a single thing on you."

Did he mean she had to wear the anal plug and the collar to the group?

Sienna glanced at the clothes Sam threw at her and saw it was a dress, she felt like dying on the spot.

"Wh-where's my underwear?"

"Why do you need underwear in the female artist dormitory?" Sam said casually.

"At least to cover up."

"No need, we'll be back soon."

Her objections were futile. Sienna, with the anal plug and collar, wearing only a dress, was stuffed into the car.

During working hours at the Sexual Madness Group, people were coming and going. Sienna finally had the chance to walk through the special passage reserved for senior executives with Sam, enjoying the feeling of being a big shot in the company.

But it was so unsettling to feel the cold air under her skirt.

She had to constantly touch the hem of her dress every ten seconds, afraid that it might lift up without her knowing, exposing the fact that she had an anal plug with a rabbit tail in the group.

"After packing up, come find me in the office." Sam pressed the elevator button. "I'll take you to process your resignation."

"But I don't want to resign." Sienna weakly suggested, "Mr. Johnson, can't you just not fire me?"

They could talk it through, right?

"You've been absent from work for so many days without reason, if I don't fire you, what will the other artists think?" Sam remained unmoved. "We'll discuss this when you come back."

Just then, the elevator arrived, and Sienna had to swallow back a thousand words, focusing on packing her things.

She found the door to the dormitory from memory, turned the handle and looked around, then quietly closed it. Feeling something was off, she opened it again and finally discovered the problem.

How did the facilities in this room become so luxurious?

It wasn't surprising for the group to renovate the dormitory, but no matter how renovated it was, would they install a large TV in the living room? And where did this set of expensive-looking sofa come from? She remembered there were only a few broken chairs before! They even bought a robot vacuum?

Was her memory playing tricks on her?

Even if her memory was off, it wouldn't turn a barely presentable woman into Audrey Hepburn, right?

She curiously looked around the living room, and only after finding her two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack did she confirm that this was indeed her former dormitory.

Could it be that someone in the dormitory had become famous?

It wasn't unheard of, a female artist who joined the group a few years before Sienna had unexpectedly become popular after filming a movie. Before her rise to fame, she couldn't even get a proper dormitory and had to stay in temporary housing. After becoming famous, she hired a team to renovate the dormitory inside and out, making it almost as luxurious as the male residents' suites.

When she heard movement in the living room, a girl poked her head out of one of the rooms, staring at Sienna for a couple of seconds before exclaiming, "You're Sienna, right? I've been waiting for you!"

With her call, the other two roommates also opened their doors, showing an unusually warm welcome to Sienna, noisy and insistent on her staying for a chat.

To be honest, she couldn't even remember their names, and with her body filled with unspeakable things, she didn't want to stay a minute longer. 

But the situation was beyond her control, with three mouths facing her, she had only one, and no matter how she tried to decline, it was futile.

She had thought about leaving directly, but when she tried the door, she found it had been locked.

What's going on?

After some awkward small talk, Sienna couldn't take it anymore. "Can we chat next time? I really have something to do."

"Don't be in a hurry, can we chat for another ten minutes?"

"Yeah, how long has it been since we last met?"

Looking at their faces, Sienna felt absurd. In a flash, a possibility crossed her mind: were they trying to delay her? To keep her here?

But why would they want to keep her?

Just as she thought of this, there was a strong knock on the door, as if someone was about to break in. The roommates all showed a relieved expression, and one of them quickly opened the door, a tall shadow looming in the doorway, Floyd standing there with a stern expression.

He was panting, sweat on his forehead, clearly rushing over.

Sienna stood up in surprise. "Floyd?"

Floyd moved his jaw slightly, as if gritting his teeth, and gave a cold smile. "Sienna, you made it hard for me to find you."