Mr Brown

[Jeb Ridge]

Being summoned to Mr. Brown’s office was a very nervous thing. She had worked for the company for almost a year and had only met Mr. Brown once before at the Christmas party two months ago. He was an old man, short and chubby with a bald head and a big stomach and a little mousy wife. He was the General Manager, the big boss, and rumor had it that if he didn’t like you, you were out.
She sat waiting nervously in the outer office as two secretaries typed and answered phones, finally one of them looked up and said “you can go in now”.
She walked to the large door and with a nervous knock, opened it and went in. It was a large room with a big desk at one end, a large window looking out over the city, and an informal area near the door with a couple of armchairs and a small couch set around a coffee table.
She recognised Mr. Brown sitting behind the desk, he looked up and beckoned her to sit in one of the straight chairs in front of the desk. She walked over and sat quietly in one of the chairs and waited for him to finish what he was doing. The desk top was empty except for one folder of papers, he worked away at some papers seemingly not taking any notice of her, she looked around, examining the pictures on the wall, after about five minutes he closed the folder and picked up his phone, “Hold all Calls please” he ordered into the phone, “I am not to be disturbed for the next 15 minutes”, he put down the phone and looked at her and smiled, she smiled back.
“Jane” he said, we have a very delicate issue to discuss that may effect your whole future”. She looked at him, smiling again, “Yes Mr Brown”, she waited for him to continue. “Jane” he said, “ it is very difficult for me but let me ask you a couple of questions, please answer if you will”.
“Your young man works here, correct?”
Duncan was a rising young executive in Marketing, they had been married nearly two years.
“Yes Mr Brown” she replied, “He is in Marketing”
“And you have recently bought a house, is that correct?” asked Mr Brown.
“That’s right” she replied ”I am a bit puzzled as to why you are asking me all this.” She smiled again to show she was not being impertinent.
“Well Jane” Mr Brown stood up and walked around from behind the desk and perched on the edge of it just in front of where she was sitting, “I’m afraid your young man has got himself into a bit of trouble and could lose his job.”
She stared up at him in shock, “I can't believe he would do anything wrong” she stammered, suddenly close to tears” he loves his job Mr Brown. It would break his heart to lose it.” She paused as a sudden thought hit her. “We would lose the house, we have all our savings tied up in it, we would lose everything!”
“Well Jane” he said bending forward towards her, “Duncan has been accused of stealing Company property, if we fire him for that he will never get another executive position."
Jane was shaking with shock and dismay, losing his job and the house and never getting another job, Duncan’s life would be ruined. Their marriage may not survive such a blow. “What does Duncan say to these charges” she asked “ I know he would never steal.”
Mr Brown lowered his voice, “this is all confidential between us at the moment Jane, no one else, except the manager who bought the charge knows about it yet.”
“I don’t understand, surely you should talk to Duncan, not me?” she paused “I don’t know why you are talking to me”
“Well Jane” Mr Brown bent a little closer, his face almost level with hers, “the truth of the matter is that if I allow this charge to proceed, Duncan’s career is over and you will lose everything, I may be able to stop the case going any further, but that depends a bit on you.”
Jane felt a surge of hope, “I don’t know what I can do” she said, “but I know Duncan is innocent and if you can help we would be so grateful”
Mr Brown smiled, “ I can stop all this Jane” he said, “but why should I? After all I don’t really care much about Duncan, it doesn’t matter to me if you lose your house and his career.”
Jane was bewildered, “I don’t understand” she said, “why are you talking to me then? What is this all about?”
Mr Brown sat back a little and looked her straight in the eye, “Jane” he said “you met my wife at the Christmas party.” “Yes” said Jane even more puzzled, perhaps he wanted her to help his wife or something. “Well Jane” he continued, “ my wife is getting old, a lovely person don’t get me wrong, but not what she used to be you see, and when I saw you, so young and fresh I thought to my self, I wonder what her tits look like under that blouse?” Jane was sure she had misheard him “ I’m sorry” she said “what did you say?”
“Its simple Jane” Mr Brown smiled at her, “if you want to keep your house and Duncan’s job, open your blouse and show me those lovely little tit’s, its your choice.”
She didn’t believe it, “you can't do that,” she started to get up. He reached down and gently pushed her back into her seat. “Think about it carefully Jane” he said his hand on her shoulder, his voice calm and reasonable. “You have two choices, you can walk out of here now, I won’t stop you, and you will lose everything, your house, your money, maybe your marriage, certainly I will do everything I can to make sure Duncan never gets another job above delivery boy. Or you can unbutton your nice white blouse and show me your tits, its simple.” She opened her mouth but no sound came, she was shocked and horrified and didn’t know what to do, she wanted to leave but, could he really do all that?
“Come on Jane, I can't wait all day,” he beckoned at her, “get that blouse open now or get out.”
“Please Mr Brown,” she was almost in tears, “don’t do this to me, what have I ever done to you, please don’t do this, I promise not to tell anyone.”
Mr Brown frowned, his voice was cold and hard, she could feel the power in it, “Tell anyone and they won’t believe you, they will tell me and I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life,” he paused and then continued his voice soft again. “Let’s not argue Jane,” he said, “Just show me your tits and I will let you and your young man keep your life and your house, surely that’s not going to hurt you, is it?”
What could she do, she loved Duncan, she could save him, “Duncan must never know” she said in a small voice.” Mr Brown smiled, he knew he had won, “Of course not Jane, it will be our secret. But you will always know that you saved him”
He sat back watching her expectantly.
Her hands trembled as she undid the buttons of her blouse, she glanced at him, he was gazing down her ever more exposed cleavage as each button revealed more. She looked away and concentrated on undoing buttons, they were all undone in too short a time for her, her hands fell to her sides.
“Open it Jane” he commanded softly, reluctantly she opened her blouse. Her breasts were small but full and firm, her white skin was lightly freckled, she was wearing a soft lace bra and she knew her nipples were almost visible through the thin white fabric. He was gazing down at her breasts, “take the blouse off and take off your bra Jane, I have to see your naked tits or no deal” his breath was coming fast. She pulled the blouse down over her shoulders and let it fall to her lap. As she reached behind her to open the clasp on her bra the tears welled in her eyes, the shame and humiliation became too much and she began to sob.
“Please Mr Brown” she sobbed, tears running down her face, “please don’t make me do this, it’s horrible.” His voice was hard again “you will lose everything if you don’t take it off Jane, do you want to lose it all just because you won’t let me see your bare tits?” Once more she begged” Please Mr Brown what if someone was doing this to your daughter or son?”
“OK Jane” he said briskly, “stop sniveling and get it off now or the deal is off, you have got ten seconds or I am off for lunch and Duncan will be unemployed by this afternoon. Get that bra off now!”
She had no choice, she reached behind her and undid the clasp, shivering she let the bra fall forward down her arms into her lap, she covered her breasts with her hands, head hanging in defeat, large tears falling down onto the blouse and bra in her lap. “Jane put your hands behind your back!” he commanded and utterly defeated she obeyed. Her long red hair hung over her lowered face, her eyes were closed, but she moved her hands behind her back. Her small firm breasts were naked and exposed, white skinned with a light dusting of freckles, small tip tilted nipples hardening with the exposure to cool air. She could hear him breathing, she did not know what to do, she just sat still praying it was all a nightmare and she would wake up soon next to Duncan.
She jumped as he spoke, “You don’t mind if I have a feel do you Jane?”. She covered her breasts protectively with her hands, “don’t you dare touch me” she said, “you promised if I let you look you would save Duncan, I don’t want you to touch me, if you do I will scream and tell the police.” Her voice was shaking with fear, “I’m getting dressed now and leaving and you had better not fire Duncan” she said. She covered both breasts with her left arm and reached for her bra with her right, she was shaking all over.
“Before you make a terrible mistake Jane” he said, and she paused looking up at him, “you had better look up to your right a little.” She looked, puzzled in the direction he indicated. He pointed to a picture hung on the wall behind the desk, she had admired it earlier, “hidden behind the picture is a video camera” he smiled at her, “in fact there are several camera’s hidden in this room, they have been recording your little strip tease on movie and still from many angles.” A terrible fear spread through her, “but, but,” she stammered “then anyone seeing it will hear you blackmailing me.” He laughed “I wouldn’t leave the sound track on, and with a little careful editing I’m sure you will look willing enough,” and he laughed again, we also now have some good straight shots of your face when you smiled as you came in and when you were in the waiting room, we can edit it all together, add a sound track and you will be the seductress and I the innocent.”
He moved off the desk and bent towards her, she cringed back in the chair still protecting her breasts with her left arm, her right arm out in front of her as if to ward him off.
His voice was hard, “Unless you do as I tell you Jane, I will have Duncan fired and I will have an edited version of that video and a lot of sexy stills distributed to everyone in the company and to the porno outlets.” She stared at him, he was evil, he would do it, what should she do? “If you touch me I'll scream” she said, holding him away with her free arm.
He stopped, “its up to you Jane” he smiled down at her, “do as I say and I will give you all the movie cassettes and the film from the cameras and I will save Duncan for you.” He paused and frowned, “If you don’t do as I say, I will make sure everyone you know, including Duncan, gets a copy of the video, and I will have Duncan fired for stealing and sending you to try and seduce me into letting him off.” She winced as he pushed her protecting hand to one side and reached for her breasts. “Put your hands behind your back” he commanded, pushing her hands aside again. She opened her mouth to scream, to beg, but stopped, she was beaten she could not allow him to show everyone her nakedness and have them believe such terrible lies. Even Duncan might not believe her, there was no way out, she felt panicky and sick. He pushed insistently at her arms and with a mournful groan she moved them, exposing her breasts to his groping hands. She sat still, trembling as he cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs and squeezing and feeling her. She had never been with any man other than Duncan before and these fat pudgy unwelcome fingers sickened her as she remembered Duncan’s long slim wonderful caresses. She sat as he violated her, sick and trembling with revulsion as he took his time and enjoyed exploring her naked beauty.
“Undo my fly Jane” he demanded in a voice she hardly recognised. She had been trying to ignore the enormous bulge just in front of her eyes. She started to beg, her voice small and feeble as he continued to attack her defenseless breasts, “Please” was as far as she got. “Shut up and do it” he was definitely in command now. Terrified at the trap she was in she worked his zipper down and his cock sprang out at her, he wasn’t wearing any underclothes, he had been sure of gaining control of her, the thought embarrassed her, he had known she would be forced to do his will. He released her breasts and grabbing her arms pulled her to her feet, before she realised what was happening he had turned her around and pushed her back onto the desk. She tried to get up but he held her down, “keep still” her commanded. She subsided on her back, helpless, sickened and frightened, searching desperately for escape but he held her life, her love, her reputation in his hands, she had to obey. It took all her will power to remain still as he pulled her skirt up around her waist. “Oh God no please” she moaned, he smiled into her face, “don’t waste your breath” he said as he began working her panties down over her hips exposing her sex sparsely covered with red hair, despite her obstruction he soon he had her panties right off. She cried out as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart, positioning himself between them. He stood admiring her naked body as it trembled on the desk in front of him. She was in total panic, no one had had her except Duncan and now she knew that this disgusting old fat man was going to have sex with her and she could do nothing to stop him. “Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t, she chanted in a terrified whisper as if it would ward off the evil man above her. He pulled her towards the edge of the desk as he positioned her in preparation to taking her. She cried out as she felt his hands on her, she felt him part her vaginal lips, trembling in horror as he slipped a finger into her unwilling vagina. She tried to push him away but he slapped her hands aside with a contemptuous ease and felt her breasts with his free hand. She lay twitching under his violation, looking desperately around for escape, muttering little mewing sounds of distress. Sweat broke out on her body at the horror of what she knew would happen, it was inevitable. His finger explored her intimately as he opened and lubricated her for his possession. She caught a glimpse of his rigid cock between her spread legs as he removed his finger and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down into her face, “I can't wait” he muttered, “I have wanted you since the Christmas party”, he moved over her. She jerked like a startled rabbit as his hot hard tip touched her vaginal lips, she moaned as he pushed at her, the pressure building as he thrust at her, trying to cleave her and gain entry. She scrabbled on the desk under him, heedless of any videos or lost jobs, she just wanted to avoid his cock, to escape, this could not happen! Grasping her hips he dragged her towards him and with a violent thrust forced himself through her clenched defenses. She felt his hardness force her open, stretch her vagina and lodge deep inside her most intimate femaleness. She couldn’t help herself, she jerked and fought under him but he had her pinned, stuck on the polished desk, pinned between the hard desk top and his weight, her legs hanging over the edge of the desk were useless to her. He dug his hands into her hips and began thrusting into her. It felt like a crude pole in her very center, each movement stretching and violating her as she twisted and moaned helpless under his heavy body, pinned to the desk with his cock deep in her. She tried to push him off and out but she was held and helpless as he spent his lust on her. She felt his hot wet mouth on her breasts, his hard cock in her vagina and was helplessly lost in the rage of his lust. His pace quickened and with a final thrust he collapsed on her, filling her with his hot sperm.
She lay helpless and moaning under him as his cock slowly melted out of her and his saliva dried on her breasts.
She could not believe it, she had only been in his office half an hour. She had entered a respectable married woman and she had just been forced to have sex on this desk.
Moaning softly she tried to get up, he helped her to her feet, she looked at him. He was smiling at her, his clothing was neat and tidy, no one would believe he had just raped her.
“Come on Jane” he smiled at her “ get yourself dressed, you need to get yourself back to work now.” She picked up her panties and started to dress, it was unreal. If it wasn’t for the pain in her back and the throbbing in her vagina, and his sperm leaking out of her she would not have believed it.
He sat on the chair behind the desk rearranging his papers and cleaning off the wet marks her writhing body had made on the polished desk, as he dried the desk with a paper towel he talked to her. “You were wonderful Jane, I really enjoyed that. You are so beautiful.” He was watching her as she put on her underclothes, her back to him, she quickly pulled her skirt down and pulled on her blouse. “You can use my bathroom to tidy up Jane” he pointed at a door in the corner of the office. In a trance she walked stiffly to the door, her legs and vagina were sore, through the door was a small bathroom. She locked the door and easing her panties down sat on the toilet and peed into the bowl. She cleaned herself up as well as she could with toilet paper and pulling her panties up and straightening her clothes looked in the mirror. Her green eyes looked back at her, her face was a little flushed and tear stained but she looked normal, she couldn’t believe it. She washed her hands and face and tidied her hair and walked gingerly back into the office.
“Ah, all tidy now eh?” he smiled at her, she automatically smiled back then stopped herself and frowned at him. “I want those tapes and films Mr Brown, and I want your promise that Duncan will not loose his job.”
“Of course Jane, that was our bargain and you certainly fulfilled your part of it, it will take be an hour to remove all the tapes and films, come back after work and I’ll have them for you.”
“You are a horrible nasty dirty old man” she said bitterly at him, “if you ever come near me again I will make you pay somehow. What you did to me was the most disgusting thing ever. You had better keep your word!!” She turned and walked as fast as she could out of the office. She didn’t see the smile on Mr Brown’s face as he walked to his bathroom, rubbing his hands together.

[Nightwish]

great story... is there more?

[Jeb Ridge]

The receptionists smiled at her as she left Mr Brown's office and she smiled back, did they know? She wondered, were they looking at her differently did she look as if she had just been raped. She walked as normally as she could past them and through the office to her desk. Her supervisor looked meaningfully at the clock, she had been away about 35 minutes.
"What did the Boss want then Jane" she asked. Jane looked up at her, her supervisor was older than her, blond where Jane was red haired and buxom where Jane was slim. "I can't talk about it Sally I am sorry" Jane replied, her voice shaky. Sally smiled knowingly, "In trouble are you? well you had better get on with your work or you will be in trouble with me too".
As Sally went back to her own desk Jane tried to get on with her work but the wetness and throbbing between her legs was getting worse and the ache in her thighs and deep inside her vagina kept reminding her of Mr Brown. She could feel his hands and lips on her breasts and his hard cock forcing its way deep inside her and she wanted to be sick. " I, I, I, have to go to the bathroom she stammered" and bolted from the room. In the bathroom mirror she looked pale and ill.
The afternoon dragged past slowly and at last the clock reached 5pm and she could escape. She hurried to Mr Brown's office and asked to see him. The girl said he was not there but had left her a note. Trembling she took the note and sitting down in one of the chairs opened it. It was short and typed with no signature, Mr Brown said he was sorry but he had been called away to Head Office at short notice but that everything would be ready for her in the morning, please come and see him at 9.00am tomorrow morning.
All the way home in the bus she was thinking, what should she do, was it a trick, she decided she could do nothing until tomorrow. Duncan arrived home late that night and seemed in great spirits, talking about work and how great it was and all the things he had been doing, he didn’t seem to notice how quiet she was. They ate and watched the news together and then she said she was tired and would go to bed, she went to the bathroom and showered quickly, trying to wash Mr Brown from her body, Duncan was in bed waiting for her. As she slid between the sheets he cuddled her and started kissing her, he obviously wanted to make love, she tried to kiss him back but it took all her time to keep still, she felt like she was being raped again, helpless and panicky.
Duncan was a good lover, kind and gentle and she normally responded to his caresses with a gentle passion but tonight all she could think of was Mr Brown. She forced herself to lie still as Duncan caressed her breasts and then removed her night dress, she felt exposed and helpless. She lay trembling, naked as he made love to her. His lips on her breasts and neck were Mr Browns lips and she trembled with revulsion as he sucked and kissed her nipples. Duncan's hand stroked its way to her thighs and he slipped his fingers between them, she tensed under him, feeling as if her legs were being forced apart again. She groaned as he pushed her thighs apart, and jumped as his fingers caressed then entered her, it was Mr Brown's chubby fingers she felt inside her.
She screwed her eyes tightly shut and tried to relax, she loved Duncan and normally enjoyed his love making. Duncan seemed oblivious to her mounting distress. She juddered under him as he felt and sucked her breasts and his fingers and hand explored deep inside her vagina, just as she felt she could stand no more and opened her mouth to tell him to stop, he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth just the way she normally liked it, stifling her protest. She jerked under him as he moved onto her, pushing her legs apart, she tried to gently resist, to discourage him but he was lovingly insistent. They sometimes played a little game where she resisted a little. Duncan settled between her thighs, feeling her breasts and kissing her passionately, he found her opening and pushed his cock into her and she twisted under him. He was Mr Brown again, it was Mr Browns fingers and mouth on her breasts and Mr Browns horrible hard cock violating her.
Duncan chuckled in her ear, her resistance was a game to him, and he made love to her long and hard, sliding in and out of her, long and short strokes as he kissed and caressed her body, possessing her totally as she forced herself not to resist his love making. Finally it ended, once again that day she felt hot sperm filling her and felt sick as she thought of Duncan and what he would say if he knew Mr Brown had squirted inside her just a few hours before. She tried desperately to fake an orgasm, Duncan was too busy with his own climax to notice hers too much. They lay quietly together in the darkness and he cuddled her and kissed her gently as he told her how wonderful she was, how much he loved her and how that had been one of the best love making sessions he had ever had with her and how much he enjoyed her pretending to fight him a little and then he drifted off to sleep and she could escape.

She slipped out of bed and locked herself in the bathroom and sobbed for hours as she tried desperately to wash Mr Brown from her body and her mind. Eventually she crept back to bed and fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by nightmares where she was pinned, spread, helpless while Mr Brown and other horrible old men leered at her naked body.
She woke sweating and heard Duncan singing in the shower, he came out wrapped in a towel, kissed her and said " Gota hurry darling I have to be in early this morning, special meeting with the Boss". He quickly dressed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Last night was so special to me my darling" he said, " I love you so much, our life is just great and my career is going so well, lets have a special dinner tonight just to celebrate". She smiled weakly at him and he kissed her long and lovingly and with a wave was off to work.
She dressed carefully for work that day, trousers not a skirt, and a sweater not a blouse. She had only just sat at her desk at 8.30am when she was summoned to Mr Brown's office by one of his secretaries. Sally shook her head as Jane excused herself and went reluctantly to Mr Brown's office. Mr Brown was seated on the couch, he beckoned her in and the door hissed shut behind her. "Come in Jane" he called, " come and sit over here" he patted the couch beside him. She stood looking down at him, he really was an ugly old man and she hated him. "Mr Brown" she said, her voice trembling, "I just want the videos and photo's you promised me and then I will leave and I never want to see you again!" He smiled up at her and she went cold, he looked so much in control and it made her afraid and powerless. "You look lovely today Jane" he said, "you shouldn't hide those beautiful legs in trousers though, now sit down!". He patted the couch next to him again. She stood helpless shaking her head as he smiled up at her, "You have to look at this before you go running off ruining your life Jane" he said, " Now Sit Down!". He picked up a remote control and pressed a button, the TV in front of the couch lit up and there she was on the screen. She could see herself and in spite of herself she couldn’t stop watching. She was in a video, smiling at Mr Brown, talking to him, opening her blouse and showing him her breasts, making love with him on the desk, she looked willing and happy, she even smiled when she left. Helplessly she sank down onto the couch, speechless. Mr Brown stopped the video.
"There you are Jane and we haven't put in the sound yet and I could have my man shoot some other scenes with me which we could edit in and as you can see you were begging me for Duncan's job and offering me sex to let him off." "When I get the still shots I'll show you those too". She was speechless and afraid, it was true anyone seeing this would think she was willing, even enticing. She began to sob quietly as Mr Brown put his arm around her and pulled her close, his other hand started feeling her breasts through her sweater, she sat quietly, numbed and helpless to stop him as he explored her body with his disgusting chubby fingers.
"I have a meeting soon Jane so I don’t have time to make love to you right now" he whispered. She pulled away from him, pushing his hands away. "You are a disgusting and nasty old man" she shouted at him, "don’t you ever touch me again, never, ever or I will kill you!" She stood to leave but his voice stopped her. "Walk out that door and this tape will be distributed before the end of the week, Duncan will be fired for theft and I will see neither of you work in this industry again!, now come here and get used to the idea of doing what I tell you or I will ruin your life". "Please Mr Brown" she sobbed, "don’t do this to me any more, I feel sick, I can't do it, please let me go now". He ignored her, "come and sit by me for a minute Jane" he said. What could she do, still sobbing she sat by him. He touched her breasts again and she pushed his hands away. " You had better stop that Jane" he growled at her. "Strip to the waist now".
Sobbing bitterly she obeyed, once more baring her lovely firm young breasts for this horrible stranger. With a moan of pleasure he pushed her back against the couch and thrust his mouth greedily onto her unresponsive nipples, sucking greedily first one then the other. Breathing hard he lifted his head, "undo my fly and give me a hand job Jane, I don’t have time to fuck you properly until later". He went back to abusing her breasts and she reluctantly fumbled his fly open, his cock sprung out into her hand, hot and hard. "Get hold of it Jane" he demanded around a mouthful of her right breast, "you must know what to do. Hurry up I have a meeting soon". She had done a little of this for Duncan when they were courting and she wouldn’t allow him sex before marriage, she grasped the hot, hard, filthy thing in her hand and he started working it against her as she move her hand up and down. Groaning with pleasure he shoved his hand down the front of her trousers and forced his fingers between her dry vaginal lips and deep into her tight unlubricated vagina. She twisted and squirmed to try and escape his violating hand but she was trapped against the back of the couch. His disgusting cock rubbed against her hand faster and faster, he sucked and chewed her defenseless breasts and violated her with his fingers, she felt overwhelmed, trapped, helpless against this tide of lust. Then he stiffened and his cock exploded in her hand, covering it with his vile slime. After a few moments he sat back, releasing her and nodded, panting, "you are great Jane, beautiful, a great tight little cunt and sweet tits, I am going to enjoy fucking every hole you have got over the next few months.
He walked to the bathroom and she heard the water running and he soon returned, whistling and smiling at her, he threw her a box of tissues, and she sat numbed wiping her hand and covering her nakedness with her bra and sweater.
"I have to go to a meeting now Jane" he said, standing in front of her, he opened the video player and handed her the tape, "you should take this home and watch it right through, don't worry I have other copies." Helpless she took the tape. "You will do as I tell you or that tape and many still pictures will be distributed as I promised, Duncan will be fired and so will you". She started crying again but he ignored her, "If you do as I say you will keep your job, Duncan's career will flourish, and you will keep your house, now be back here at 5.00pm sharp tonight, do you understand?" "I hate you, you are a monster" she sobbed. "If you are not here at 5.00pm tonight you know what I will do", he said and left the room. She went sobbing into his bathroom and controlling herself cleaned herself up again, what could she do, she was helpless to stop him using her anytime he wanted.

[hornybisexualbitch]

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[Jeb Ridge]

She managed to get through the morning and rushed home at lunch time. There was a sick fascination to see the video, perhaps it wasn’t as bad as she feared, maybe no one would recognize her. It was worse than she thought from the brief look she had that morning. Mr Brown was right she did look willing, even happy. She went miserably back to work, dreading 5.00pm. The time came too soon and she went reluctantly to Mr Brown's office. The secretary told her to "go right in", and smiled at her. She knocked and Mr Brown called " come in". She went slowly through the door, behind her she heard the secretary leave. There were four men in Mr Brown's office, Mr Brown and three others, she felt a surge of relief, he wouldn’t dare do anything with them there.
"Come in Jane" he called, coming across the room and ushering her into the office, he pushed her into the room and shut the door behind her. "Jane" he said guiding her towards the center of the room, "these gentlemen have heard all about you and I have agreed to share you with them, just this once, in return for a very good business deal". She went cold all over and her legs buckled, she stayed standing with a great effort. Her voice came from far away. "But, but, but, you cant" she stammered, looking desperately for a way out. Mr Brown held her arms from behind and the other three walked towards her. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be true, they couldn’t do this to her. One of the men reached out and started feeling her breasts, she tried to pull away but she was held. "Please don’t" she begged but they ignored her. Hands were on her as she fought frantically to escape, squeezing and feeling, hands pulled her sweater up, working it over her head, it hindered her arms as she fought to escape. Mr Brown was undoing her bra from behind her, she felt his hands pulling at the catch and suddenly her breasts were naked to them, firm and round, she heard their breathing change. They were all around her, her cries of protest were drowned in their hoarse voices as they commented on her breasts and jostled one another to feel and squeeze them, she was ashamed. She cried out as someone pushed a hand down her trousers, grabbing her crotch and feeling her through her nylon panties. She squirmed to escape the probing fingers as he worked them up her panty leg and pushed them into her dry cunt. Her back arched with the pain and shock of the sudden violation, she felt his fingers inside her, exploring her. They had been pushing her backwards and now as she felt the hard edge of his desk behind her they forced her onto the hated surface and pinned her down on her back. The desk was hard under her again and she felt panic. Somehow her bra and sweater had come completely off and she was naked to the waist, her arms were pulled out sideways and held tight. She struggled and kicked out as she felt them undoing her trousers, pulling at her waist, and pulling them down over her legs and off, the fingers ripped at her knickers and she was suddenly naked, her slim legs and smooth bottom nude and exposed. She stared frantically around, tugging at the hands that held her, she was surrounded and held, they had their cocks out, hard in their hands as they stroked them and stood over her. She had only ever seen two cocks in her life before, she was frightened and helpless, One of them mounted her, before she could fight he was in her, between her legs, thrusting his hard cock past her feeble resistance, deep into her, she twisted to buck him off and opened her mouth to scream and as she opened her mouth the one behind her head grabbed her face, pulling her head back, and pushed his cock into her mouth. She choked, the horrible foul tasting thing was lodged in her mouth, poking and pushing at the back of her throat as she struggled against the cocks violating her at both ends. Her legs were released but it did her no good, the one fucking her was fully between them , pinning her down and forcing her legs open as he pounded into her with long hard thrusts. She was pinned and helpless, moaning and choking. Her arms were pulled sideways and hot hard cocks were thrust into her hands, she felt them against her fingers, they were using her to masturbate with. She tried to pull her hands away and the one fucking her mouth growled in her ear, "better do it bitch or you could get hurt". Through the pain and disgust she knew she was helpless and she closed her fingers on the hard cocks. The pain between her legs was unbearable and she screamed around the cock that filled her mouth, she could not stand it any more, then suddenly it was over, the one between her legs went stiff on her and she felt his hot sperm fill her, she choked as her mouth was flooded with disgusting slime, it filled her mouth and she had to vomit it out to breath. Then all she had was the two cocks in her hands, thrusting against her fingers and palms. She lay panting and choking through her moans of hurt and loathing as the other two reached climax and squirted over her small hands, grunting their pleasure. Then they left her lying there, naked and abused on the table, fighting for breath as the sperm leaked out of her mouth and cunt.
The three men were wiping themselves and cleaning up in the bathroom, they shook Mr Brown by the hand and left. She tried to cover herself with her hands as Mr Brown came towards her, his cock was still hanging out of his trousers and he pushed her roughly back down as she tried to get to her feet.
"Please Mr Brown" she begged, sobbing, I just want to go home, they hurt me and I think I want to die. Mr Brown smiled down at her as he pushed her protecting hands away and ran his hands over her naked, helpless body. She moaned and sobbed harder as he explored her breasts and felt her cunt, sliding his fingers into her, she heard the disgusting squelching noise as the other one's cum leaked out of her, "please no more" she begged, struggling feebly under his exploration. "Jane" he whispered, " I have had your lovely tight cunt and now your beautiful mouth, there is one more thing I want for today and you can go home.
She watched in horror as his cock hardened before her eyes, "no more please Mr Brown" she begged. "Don’t waste your breath Jane" he chuckled, his breathing quickening, "you know the rules, I fuck you when and where I like and you have to lay there and take it, or else I will ruin your life". He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet, for a moment relief flooded her, he was going to let he go after all. But he spun her around and pushed her face down on the desk. She got her arms under her and tried to push herself up but he was behind her, his weight pinning her to the desk. She felt his hardness against her buttocks and cried out as he found the crack in her ass and thrust at her searching for her ass hole. "God no! not that" she cried out in horror rearing up under him. He grabbed her neck and forced her down, forcing her legs apart with his knees and feet as he positioned himself behind her. With a surge of shock she felt his hardness pushing at her ass hole, thrusting to enter her. She was tight and tense, with a grunt of annoyance he shoved himself into her sloppy wet cunt, she grunted with the force of his entry and then he was out again and searching for her ass again. He was wet now, forcing in and lodging in her tight opening. God she had heard rumors that people did this kind of sex but now it was happening to her. She was helpless, pinned and deep inside she knew she could not escape. The pain of his entry nearly made her pass out but she didn’t. He covered her mouth with his hand as he thrust deep into her, stifling her frantic screams, his weight held her pinned as she writhed under him, his cock ripping deep into her, she felt it must burst her apart. He only thrust a few times and then squirted into her bowels, laying on her panting and muttering "great, great" as she sobbed and groaned under him. He pulled out of her and she grunted in relief as she staggered to her feet. He stood and looked at her, she tried to cover herself, hide her nakedness from his hated gaze, and he laughed. You are such a great fuck Jane and I love the way you still try and be modest. You gave me a lot of fun tonight and you also got me a great business deal. As a special reward I am going to promote you, as from tomorrow you will work here with me as my personal assistant. You will have a desk in the outer office and then I can have you any time I want. She stared at him in horror, nothing could be worse, "Ohh by the way Jane" he said, walking to the bathroom, "you better get cleaned up and get home, Duncan will want to celebrate". She looked at him her eyes wide with hatred " Yes Jane" he said, "Duncan got promoted today too, be careful you have a lot to loose" and he chuckled as he went into the bathroom.

[Jeb Ridge]

She stood there as he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. She was naked and sore with strangers sperm oozing from between her legs, she could feel it running down the insides of her thighs. She felt dizzy and faint, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart pounding, her whole body shaking with the shock of what had happened. The ache in her bottom and her cunt pounding with each beat of her heart, her back hurt, the back of her throat was sore, she felt sick, sperm was drying on her face, it was all unreal, her tears dribbled down her cheeks in silent streams.
Mr Brown bustled out of the bath room and stopped when he saw her. She didn’t even cover her self with her hands, she just stood there, tears dripping, head hanging. Mr Brown laughed, "that won't do any good Jane". "Get your self dressed and out of here, you and Duncan will want to celebrate tonight, you have both been promoted, think of what you can spend the extra money on."
Her voice trembled " I hate you, you are a mean and nasty man, I will never let you do this to me again I would rather be dead!". He laughed again " Think what these latest pictures and video will look like, sweet little Jane fucking four men at once. I am going to fuck you when and how I like and you are going to take it until I am sick of you, now get out of my office you are dripping muck all over the carpet". " By the way Jane", he went on, " be on time in the morning, report to me at 8.00am, wear a short skirt and a button up blouse, now get out I am busy".
He was standing right in front of her now and he reached round her and pulled her to him, forcing himself against her naked body as she tried to push him away with her weak arms. He ran his hands up and down her bare back, feeling her naked bottom, she tried to push him away but he was too strong, she was too weak. He kissed her neck and bought one hand around to feel her breasts. "No No No" she was moaning over and over as she shuddered under his exploring hands, she felt him pushing his growing hardness against her naked vaginal mound and tried to twist away from his hard insistent rubbing. She staggered back but he followed her, holding her close with one arm around her as his other hand felt and rubbed her breasts, his hot lips sucking and kissing her neck and shoulders. She came up against the wall with a thump and he pinned her against it, rubbing against her as she writhed helpless to escape, he had a breast in each hand now, the wall was cold and hard behind her. She jerked with shock as she felt his hard hotness probe between her legs, when had he taken his cock out of his pants. She fought to escape but he had her pinned against the wall, her struggles were feeble and useless. His hot tip entered her and she stood on tip toes, desperate not to be violated again, he grabbed her arms and forced them over her head, against the wall, she was pinned there like a butterfly spread and pinned on a page. She wanted to fight him but she was exhausted and weak, she wanted to scream but all that came out was a weak and feeble plea. "Please Mr Brown don't, please stop now, I don't want this, I want to die, please stop now." Her pleas were suddenly cut off by a despairing grunt as he suddenly possessed her, thrust into her, he slid in and out of her in short deep violent thrusts. She was wet from the other rape but his hardness plunging into her private center, stretching her poor violated vagina, bought it all back. She was forced to stand, pinned, and endure the helpless horror, the sickening thrusting, grunting, lust as his moans of pleasure and her grunts of outrage and pain mingled in her mind. The sickening slopping sound of him pounding into her suddenly stopped as with a violent jerk he stiffened against her and once more she felt his violating maleness pulse and pump deep inside her and she was forced to endure the ultimate violation as his horrible slime flooded her very femaleness.
He held her there, rubbing against her as he pumped the last of his passion into her and slowly slipped from her. She had stopped fighting, she stood there defeated again, worthless and used, too tired even to cry, merely fighting for breath and praying her heart would not explode. He kissed first her left breast then her right and releasing her arms stepped back from her. "God Jane" he panted, looking down at her, "you really get me going you are such a great fuck, I am never going to let you go now I've got you.

He spun on his heel and strode back to the bathroom, she slumped against the wall and just breathed. She could hear him humming, the taps running, the toilet flush, then he was out again, collecting up her clothes and thrusting them into her hands. "You have made me late" he grumbled and strode to the door, "don't be late in the morning and don't forget to look your best and wear a short skirt and a button up blouse. I'll show you your latest tapes if you like, including out latest 'knee trembler". He left shutting the door.

She stumbled to the bathroom carrying her clothes, running water she cleaned herself as best she could, washing and fixing her face, amazed that she really looked no different, she used the toilet. She emptied her bowels, voiding the slimy cum into the bowl and wiping herself clean, peeing stung and she thought she must be rubbed raw down there. She dressed slowly, her panties were torn beyond use and she screwed them up and thrust them into her trouser pocket.

She left the office, walking through the now empty building, she was shocked to see a clock, it was only 6.15pm, it seemed like a lifetime since she went into Mr Brown's office. Somehow she got home, Duncan was not there. She undressed and showered, washing herself over and over under the streaming water, trying to wash them out of her, trying to get herself clean, it did not help. She toweled herself dry and scrubbed her teeth, the taste of Mr Brown's cock would not leave her mouth. She put on her robe and fixed her hair and make up, it was habit to look pretty for Duncan when he came home.

He arrived late, about 8.00pm and he had been drinking, he was full of himself, promoted and a raise, he kissed her long and hard and she forced herself to respond, all she could see was Mr Brown. She grilled steak while he changed and he opened wine. He talked about his new job and his career, he was excited, this was everything he had wanted and hoped for. She was grateful not to talk and she watched him eat and drink with gusto as he talked about his dreams, their future. She cleared away and filled the dishwasher, she could hear him singing in the shower. He took her shoulders from behind and turned her around to face him, he was naked, his hardness pointing at her, his face alight with love and desire. His arms surrounded her and pulled her to him, she fought the urge to escape and forced herself to relax in his embrace. He opened her robe, his hands reminded her of the men who had stripped her. This was Duncan, loving her, but her brain screamed 'rape'. His loving lips on her breasts bought it all flooding back, he was too busy with her naked body to notice her tension as he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. She forced herself to lie still as he caressed her body, his hands were those violating hands, his touch made her skin crawl, but she loved him. His kisses were choking her and his hands violating her, she lay still and he rubbed his hands all over her body. When he parted her legs to enter her she through she would be sick but she made herself open her legs and she forced herself not to fight as he entered her with his fingers, stroking and caressing her in the way she always used to love.
His hard strong clean body covered hers, it was nothing like those men who had raped her but her whole being was tensed ready to fight. With an effort she opened herself to his questing member but as he gently explored her opening she cried out, Duncan I am not ready yet darling". He took her hands that were pushing his chest away and gently held them above her head, he thought she was playing a game she thought and started to speak, to ask him to wait, to tell him she loved him, but he smothered her mouth with long loving kisses. She tried to move her arms but he held her, gently but firmly, chuckling lovingly into her ear. "No you don't my pretty, you are my wench and I am going to have you tonight". "Please don't Duncan, not tonight please" she whispered. He laughed, "God" she thought, " He thinks we are playing a game".
She tried to push him away, to close her legs, to release her arms, but he held her and kissed and gently sucked her breasts. His lips were their lips, his body was their bodies, his hardness was their horrible cocks, she was being raped yet again. With an extreme effort she forced herself to lie still as he prepared to enter her, rubbing his hardness against her vagina and then inserting his tip, gently parting her lips and sliding into her. He mistook the wetness for desire, he thought her moans were pleasure, he thought her protests and struggles were an act for his pleasure and he took his pleasure. He loved her and he made love to her, long and short strokes, caressing and kissing, entering and leaving her, making love to her, while she lay under him. Every second was an effort of will, her need was to fight him off her but she submitted to him, forcing the nightmares back as best she could as he finally climaxed on her, hurting her with his deep thrusts, disgusting her as his sperm mingled with theirs. She lay into the night sobbing silently into her pillow as he snored gently beside her, what would she do tomorrow morning, what would Mr Brown do, how could she survive this nightmare.

[Jennevieve]

This is excellent, how is it that no one's commented in a year? Bumping this up.