Sarah felt her eyes water as she tried to gasp for breath between the thrusts. Her throat burned and the grip in her hair was almost painful, but that didn’t stop her from feeling like this was what she wanted, what she needed. It was filthy and depraved and wrong, and any other woman would’ve been scared for her life, but Sarah couldn’t help the thrills that ran up her spine.
Suddenly, she felt someone push his fingers against her pussy, spreading the lips and sinking right in. She didn’t know if it was John or David, but in the end, it didn’t really matter anyway. Instinctively, Sarah pushed her hips back, arching her back and pushing her ass out, and that earned a round of chuckles that sent another thrill up her spine.
She had kept her eyes closed thus far, because it made it easier to deal with the situation, made it easier to pretend that this was just a vivid fantasy, but now she found that the simple but strong physical sensations and her own growing arousal had started to drown out the shame and denial. She really was on her knees in her own office, being abused – because that’s what she really ought to call it; that, or something even worse – by the employees she had fired – tried to fire? – less than half an hour ago.
And she found herself liking it.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and tried to look up, which wasn’t easy with Richard fucking her mouth with savage thrusts. He wasn’t holding his phone anymore and he looked hungry and wild, using Sarah for his pleasure.
A wolfish grin spread over his features when he saw that Sarah was looking up at him. ‘’You enjoying this?’’ He pulled his cock out of her mouth and took his phone from his back pocket, snapping a quick photo. Apparently satisfied with it, he turned the phone around to show it to Sarah. ‘’Fucking look at yourself.’’
The photo looked like a still from a porno. In it, Sarah was looking up at the camera with wet, glazed eyes, her skin flushed and her sleek up-do a mess. Her mouth was hanging open, her lipstick was smudged and a thin string of spit connected her mouth and Richard’s cock that looked almost comically large due to the perspective of the photo. Behind her she could see a man’s shoulder and arm clad in blue, so she knew that it was John who was currently fingering her.
The thought of someone ever seeing her like this made her blush harder, but it was only half in shame and embarrassment – it was also deliciously filthy and arousing in its own way, seeing how undone she was, how far removed from her usually pristine look.
Richard pocketed his phone again pushed his cock back in Sarah’s mouth, going slow this time. Behind her, John was fucking her with his fingers and it felt like he had three inside her, stretching her out, although she was go wet that there wasn’t any burn to the stretch. Sarah didn’t what where David was or what he was doing, didn’t know if he was filming her or not, and Richard’s grip on her hair didn’t give her a chance to look around either. She couldn’t do anything but to take what they gave her.
Suddenly, John pulled his fingers out to the fingertips and then slammed back in again with more force than before, setting a fast pace. It took Sarah completely by surprise and she made a squealing noise around the cock in her mouth. She sudden change in pace sent a violent shiver down her body and she was pretty sure that if they hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have fallen over.
‘’You wanna have a go, John?’’ Richard asked as he pulled out his cock again.
‘’Don’t mind if I fucking do,’’ came the reply and John pulled his fingers out.
Sarah barely had time to process what was happening when Richard let go of her hair and stepped back, and John pushed her down, so that her face was pressed against the floor while her ass was still in the hair. Her panties were still around her ankles and John pulled them off along with her shoes, forcing her to spread her legs wider.
She whimpered as she felt the blunt head of his cock push against her lips and push in.
‘’Oh, fuck yeah,’’ John groaned. ‘’Richard’s fucking right, I think we’ve all been wanting to fuck you since day one – and looks like you need it, too. Right, guys?’’
From somewhere to her right, David said, ‘’Oh yeah. Been spending every meeting thinking how good you’d look bent over the table and stuffed full of cock.’’
Sarah didn’t know if it was the John’s thrusts or David’s words that made her moan, but she couldn’t help it.
‘’You like that idea, huh, slut?’’ asked Richard. ‘’’Course you do. I thought we’d have to really force you, but you’re a filthy fucking cock-whore, aren’t you? Didn’t take you long to beg for cock, did it? Bet you’ve been thinking about this – serving men like you were meant to, bitch.’’
John gave a particularly rough thrust, bottoming out inside her and Sarah could feel his belt push against her ass. She made an unintelligible sound, something between a moan and a whimper, and it sounded desperate more than anything.
‘’We should make you the office slut,’’ John said in his usual, slightly mischievous tone. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside Sarah. ‘’Because a good leader takes care of her employees, right? We could all use some stress relief, what with your fucking performance goals.’’
‘’Mm, definitely,’’ David chimed in. ‘’Your office is way too fucking far to be convenient, so we could just keep you in the break room, naked and ready to take cock all day long, slut. Now ain’t that a good way to boost morale?’’
Sarah whimpered. She imagined it, being the office slut, going from her top floor office to the break room floor, and the idea of it was as scary as it was exciting. Maybe it was just the fact that this kind of attention, the prospect of uncomplicated, pure, raw sexual pleasure made her behave and think this way. Because it was becoming clearer by the minute that she had needed this, needed a good fuck, needed to give up control more than she had thought. She was still a little bit frightened, a little bit ashamed, a little bit confused, but arousal and pleasure were taking over.
Her thoughts were a mess, but her traitorous body seemed to have no doubts about what it wanted. Without truly realizing that she was doing it, Sarah pushed her hips back, trying to take more of John’s cock, wordlessly begging to be fucked. Everything about the situation was fucked up and Sarah found that she simply wanted to be fucked so hard that she couldn’t think anymore, wanted to give herself over to the physical sensations entirely and just feel.
She didn’t really succeed in taking John in deeper again, but mercifully, he pushed back in on his own, and the feeling of being filled again made Sarah moan.
‘’Christ, you’re so fucking wet,’’ said John. ‘’This really turns you on, doesn’t it, whore?’’
Sarah bit her lip, concentrating on the drag of John’s cock and the feeling of his fingers on her hips. It turned her on more than she would ever admit, so she did her best to stop thinking.
‘’Come on John, don’t be greedy,’’ she heard David say, ‘’I can’t wait to get my cock in her.’’
John gave her ass a light slap that still stung against her heated skin. ‘’Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. I bet this slut can go all day.’’
‘’So there’s always time for round two,’’ retorted David.
Sarah heard John hum. ‘’Fair enough,’’ he said, pulling out and slamming in again hard enough to knock the air from Sarah’s lungs. He adjusted his hold on her hips before pulling out again and setting a fast, rough pace, fucking into her with quick, sharp thrusts.
The floor was unforgiving under Sarah’s bare knees and the pain provided a sharp counterpoint to the sparks of pleasure flying up her spine. She squeezed her hands into fists, sobbing and moaning against the gleaming floor, as John used her. It almost felt like she was shaking from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and even with the sting of pain, Sarah felt like she was slipping away, like her mind was blissfully blank, like she was reduced down to physical sensations and nothing else.
Completely oblivious to her thoughts, John kept fucking her, chas
ing his pleasure and obviously caring little for hers, but it still felt so good. Sarah tried to keep her moans down, but the more her pleasure grew and the closer she seemed to get to her own climax – for a brief, feverish moment she wondered if she could really come from just this – the harder it got.
‘’Now, now, keep your voice down, or someone we’ll have company,’’ said Richard. ‘’Unless you want that, you fucking whore.’’
Sarah whimpered and bit her lip, trying to keep the sounds in. She didn’t know if she wanted it; half of her did, half of her didn’t. She’d been so close to reaching the point where she could just stop thinking and focus on simply feeling, but the words brought her back from that edge and she was back in the moment.
With a groan, John stilled, pushing in deep, the buckle of his belt digging into Sarah’s flesh. He waited a moment, panting and catching his breath, before he pulled out and let go of her.
Sarah whined at the loss of contact, moving her hips and ass searchingly. She’d been so close, it had felt so good and she needed more. She wanted to be completely overwhelmed, wanted to let go, and she needed just a little bit more, just a little –
The click of a camera shutter brought her crashing back to reality. In the blink of an eye, she became aware of John’s come dripping out of her, of the hard floor under her knees, of her humiliating position. What the fuck was she thinking? What the fuck was she doing?
But at the same time, she couldn’t deny that she clearly wanted it, painful or not, humiliating or not. She was turned on, she was into it, and she wanted them to go on, to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.
Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her up roughly and Sarah had no choice but to be manhandled. She whipped her head around and saw that it was David who had been getting impatient. He walked her over to her desk, his strides long and sure even as Sarah struggled to walk straight on her wobbly legs. David pushed her laptop to the side and forced her on her back on the desk, her legs hanging off the edge.
Sarah hissed in pain as her bound hands dug uncomfortably into her back and she tried to adjust them as David unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.
She couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as she watched him take his cock in his hand, because it was the largest she had ever seen. Despite being wet and fucked open, Sarah was suddenly afraid that it wouldn’t fit, there was no fucking way that it would fit –
David spit in his hand and ran it over his cock quickly before he grabbed Sarah’s legs and hoisted them up on his shoulders, pulling her towards him and sinking his cock into her pussy in one smooth thrust.
She felt the burn, but it wasn’t as strong as she’d feared. He fit into her perfectly, filling her up and stretching her out, and fuck if it didn’t feel good.
‘’Jesus fuck, she’s still tight as fuck.’’
‘’That’s ‘cause you have a Bad Dragon dildo for a dick,’’ Sarah heard John drawl. ‘’It’s your own fault – if you’d let Rich fuck her first, she’d have been nice and sloppy for you.’’
David pulled out and slid back in again. ‘’Was I complaining? I like it tight,’’ he said over his shoulder. He held onto Sarah’s thighs as he fucked in and out of her with slow, measured thrusts.
‘’Well try not to break her with your monster cock,’’ said Richard and Sarah saw him come to stand next to the desk. He leaned on it with one hand, stroking his cock lazily with the other. ‘’After all, you were the one who wanted a second round.’’
‘’And you don’t?’’ countered David.
Sarah bit back a whimper. They were talking over her like she was not there at all, like she was merely an object for their pleasure and amusement.
‘’Of course I do. Fuck, it’s not even lunchtime yet and it looks like we won’t be going anywhere after all – ain’t that right, slut?’’ Richard looked Sarah in the eye, smirking at the way her breath hitched.
‘’Hmm? I asked you a question, bitch. We still have our jobs, don’t we? Because you know what will happen if we don’t.’’
‘’Y-yeah,’’ Sarah gasped out quietly.
‘’That’s right.’’
David gave another thrust and Sarah whimpered. There was almost no burn anymore, but his cock did fill her up to the brim. She closed her eyes, doing her best to get back to the state of mind where she couldn’t think and where she could just focus on the sensations, the pleasure, the arousal.
Suddenly, there were hands on her breasts, pushing down her bra and exposing her nipples. Sarah opened her eyes in shock and found Richard standing above her, smiling as he played with her nipples. It sent an intense shock of pleasure down her spine and it was almost too much, especially when he squeezed her nipples tightly and twisted, making Sarah arch off the table.
She moaned and sobbed as he kept rubbing and pulling, struggling and trying to twist her body away from Richard’s hands, but David was holding onto her thighs and with her hands bound under her, she didn’t have any real leverage anyway. It was so intense, a confusing mix of pain and pleasure, and Sarah nearly wailed at a particularly cruel twist.
‘’You really want others to come, don’t you, slut?’’ laughed Richard. Sarah tried to bite her tongue to keep quiet and mercifully, Richard dialed it down a little, no longer twisting and pulling, but he didn’t take his hands away.
Even though it was pure torture – and there really was no other word for it – Richard’s ministrations had pushed Sarah closer to the edge. She couldn’t come from this alone, she needed that extra something, but she was close and she knew that she could come, she just needed a little bit more.
David adjusted his grip on her thighs and pulled her hips up a little before picking up the pace. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he pounded into her and Sarah could feel the burn again as his cock dragged across the lips and walls of her pussy. But it felt so good, like this was exactly what she needed, so she took it, moaning and rocking with the force of the thrusts.
It didn’t take long for David to come; his thrusts grew erratic and he pulled out at the last moment, spilling his come over her ass and pussy. She moaned weakly at the loss of contact, nearly sobbing because she’d been so close again.
‘’How d’you want her?’’ asked David, again talking over her as if she was nothing more than a blowup doll.
Richard let go of her breasts and walked around the desk. ‘’Put her on her front,’’ he said and David did just that, dropping Sarah’s legs from his shoulders and turning her around, so that her face was pressed against the desk and her ass was in the air over the edge of the desk.
Panting, she waited for Richard to slide in and take her, hoping that this time it’ll be enough, that she would get to let go and come. She heard someone take several pictures of her in quick succession and she whimpered, wondering what she looked like, bent over her own desk with her ass covered in come.
Finally, Richard pushed his cock into her and Sarah couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. He didn’t waste any time, starting out in a fast pace, his hips slapping against her ass. It made the edge of the desk dig painfully into her hips, but she didn’t care, because she was getting closer and closer again and this could be it, she needed just a little bit more, just a little, just –
‘’Fuuuck,’’ groaned Richard and Sarah felt him spill inside her.
Sarah whined when Richard pulled out and stepped away. She didn’t care how desperate it sounded, she was so close, she wanted, needed to come.
A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the desk. ‘’What’s the matter, bitch? You wanna come?’’ asked Richard, his breath hot against her ear.
She didn’t trust her voice so she just nodded wildly, hoping that it would be enough.
Richard let go of her hair and undid the belt around her wrists. ‘’No,’’ he said. ‘’Remember, round two is yet to come and if you behave, you’ll get to come then.’’
With that, he stepped away, leaving Sarah re
eling. She turned around on her trembling legs and watched as the men tucked their cocks back in their pants.
‘’Come on, guys, I think we all deserve a beer after this,’’ Richard said. Then, turning to Sarah, ‘’I’m sure the boss doesn’t mind, right?’’
Sarah gulped and opened her mouth to argue, trying to think of something to say, but the men were out of the door before she could get a word out. The door closed behind them and she was left alone, leaning on her desk with her make-up, hair and clothes a mess, and come dripping down her thighs.
As she tried to calm down, her phone pinged with a new message. With her hand shaking, she reached for it and opened the message.
Behave. You know what happens if you don’t.
Attached was a photo of Sarah bent over her desk, hands bound behind her back, her skirt rucked up and her pussy red and swollen, with come running down her spread legs.
Dominated By Three Convicts
Anita’s life wasn’t going to plan. At all.
It wasn’t even that the fact that she had fallen on some hard times. That was okay. Well, not okay, but – didn’t everyone have those times? Anyone could get laid off like Anita did. Anyone’s car could break down right after they were laid off, like Anita’s did. Anyone could lose their purse with all their documents, like Anita did.
Point is, luck had deserted Anita, but that’s luck for you, isn’t it? Could happen to anyone. Sure, maybe some people had savings for such times; something set aside to soften the blow when it inevitably came. But Anita had been paying off her student loans, hoping to be free of the debt by the time she’s 30.
So, no luck, no job, no car, no documents, no savings. Her family was on the other side of the country.
All Anita had were her friends. And one of her friends had a friend, who had a friend, who could loan her the money she needed to get back on track. Looking back, the offer had sounded too good to be true, but Anita had been desperate. When you’re drowning, you climb onto the first boat that comes along and it might be coast guard or it might be pirates, but at least you’re not drowning anymore.
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