Lila was a stunning 22-year-old intern at the high-powered corporate firm, with long auburn hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that turned heads in her fitted blouses and pencil skirts. She was fetching coffee one morning when she tripped, spilling the scalding liquid all over her boss's expensive suit. The boss, a burly executive named Mr. Vance, jumped up in fury, his face reddening as the coffee soaked through. "You clumsy bitch! You're fired! Get the hell out of my office!"

Devastated, Lila gathered her things and, following protocol, headed straight to Human Resources to report the incident and appeal the decision. She entered the HR office, where a young man in his mid-twenties, named Derek, sat behind the desk. He was slim, with a smug grin and an air of authority that belied his junior position. After hearing her out, Derek consulted the company handbook and sighed dramatically. "Company policy states that for gross negligence leading to dismissal, the employee must undergo immediate termination procedures, which include preparation for execution. Strip naked now, or we'll add insubordination."

Lila's eyes widened in shock, but she knew the firm's draconian rules were ironclad—no exceptions. Trembling, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall, revealing her lacy bra. She slipped out of her skirt, then her underwear, standing completely nude in the cold office air. Her skin prickled with humiliation as Derek eyed her body hungrily, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and shaved pussy. "Hands behind your back," he ordered, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his drawer. He secured her wrists tightly, the metal biting into her skin, making her wince.

"Now, get on your knees and suck my cock, slut. It's part of the protocol—consider it your final performance review."

Lila dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening dick. She took him into her mouth, gagging slightly as he thrust forward, grabbing her hair and forcing her to take him deeper.

"That's it, you worthless whore, make it good," he groaned, his hips bucking as she worked him with her mouth. After a few minutes, he was rock-hard, pulsing with excitement.

Pulling out with a satisfied smirk, Derek yanked her to her feet by the arm. "Time for the main event." He led her outside to the company's private courtyard, where a gallows stood ominously—a relic from the firm's bizarre history of enforcing discipline. The noose dangled from the beam, swaying gently in the breeze. Lila's heart pounded as he positioned her under it, looping the rope around her neck and tightening it just enough to restrict her breathing.

With a cruel laugh, Derek shoved her forward, entering her from behind in one brutal thrust, his cock slamming into her ass without any lubrication. She cried out in pain as he pounded her relentlessly, the rope digging into her throat with each movement. "Feel that? You're going to die like the fuckup you are," he hissed, gripping her hips as he fucked her harder. Lila gasped for air, her vision blurring as the strangulation set in, her body convulsing in agony and unwanted pleasure. Derek kept thrusting until he climaxed with a guttural moan, pulling out just as her struggles weakened. Her body went limp, swinging slightly from the rope, life fading from her eyes as he zipped up and walked away, already forgetting her name.