“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry. I lied about that. I’ve seen my share of tits. But I wanted to see yours, too, and I figured that you’d be more likely to show them to me if you thought that I had a special reason. I’m still amazed that you think that any man could reach my age without seeing a naked woman at least once.”
Keri had no answer for that. That had been a stupid assumption.
“There’s two other things that you should know about the game,” Eli said. “First, when the man wins you, he can either fuck you or, if he doesn’t feel like it, he can sell you to one of the other men in an auction. Every time I deal and lose, you’ll get fucked even if the same man keeps winning you and doesn’t want you a third or fourth time.”
“Okay.” Damn.
“Second, this is going to be done anonymously. You wear the leather hood on the desk so that you won’t see the men who fuck you and they won’t see your face. There’s a hole for your mouth but, if you don’t speak, they won’t hear your voice and identify you that way, either.”
She had said “no bondage” and could have objected on those grounds but he was right. She didn’t want to be recognized later. “How do I consent if I don’t talk?”
“You’re not going to be tied up. You just stand up, turn around, and push the guy away if he tries something outside the rules. No one is going to get into a fight with you or hold you down or force you to do anything that you’re not willing to do. The guys understand that. And they will wear the condoms. None of them wants sloppy seconds.”
“Will they be drinking?”
“Some beer but I’ve never seen any of these guys drink more than a couple of bottles in an evening. They won’t be drunk. I can guarantee that. We’re geeks, not construction workers. We keep our heads clear for the game. Poker’s all about judgment and that’s the first thing to go when you drink too much.”
The doorbell rang.
“The pillows are for your comfort. I recommend that you use one to cushion the edge of the desk.”
Eli had thought of everything, but that didn’t make him a thoughtful guy.
Keri detested him more than ever.
When she was alone, she stripped off her clothes and laid them on the bed. She cracked the door an inch so that she could hear to the poker party get underway.
There was no need for the hood yet. He said that there would be five players including him and she could only distinguish three voices so far. They were talking about inconsequential computer stuff.
The doorbell rang again and she heard more people come in.
Everybody must have arrived because she could hear everyone fall quiet while Eli explaining the rules of the game to them. He said about what he had said to her except that, this time, she was being called “the slut in the bedroom.”
The men sounded excited.
Keri was shivering. The room was warm but so it must be the stress of her situation. She tentatively felt between her legs. She was so wet that she was practically dripping. Surely she couldn’t be shivering because she was sexually aroused by the thought of being fucked by a bunch of anonymous strangers. Geeks. Fucked from behind like an animal. She was so tense that she was quivering.
Eli came back into the room. “You’re already undressed. Good. We’re going to start playing now. You want me to help you with the hood?”
She picked it up and looked at it. It was pretty obvious. There were only a couple of straps and buckles. “I can mange it by myself.”
“Okay. Get it on and get bent over the desk. That’s the deal. That you’ll be in here waiting in position all the time that we’re playing. I’m not going to tie you up but you should stay there just like if you were tied across the desk.” He left the room again.
Keri was pretty sure that, if she hadn’t thought to include “no bondage” on her list, she would have spent the evening tied down. She congratulated herself on her foresight.
After she buckled the hood over her head, she arranged one of the pillows against the edge of the desk and bent over to rest her head on the other pillow. She spread her legs a few inches but didn’t try to stretch them wide apart. That would be too uncomfortable. She could do that when a man came into the room.
With the hood over her ears and the door closed, the voices in the other room were muffled; she could no longer understand what was being said. But she could the men’s excitement in the intensity of their laughter. This was going to be a fun, fun night for them.
* * *
Keri felt like she had been lying bent across the desk for a long time before the first man came into the room. Her back was aching. She wondered if Eli had lost the first hand that he dealt or if she had been waiting for so long because he had been winning his hands. Maybe he had won all of them and he was coming to tell her that she could go home now, untouched and unfucked.
No such luck. She heard a voice say, “Hot damn, you look good, bitch!” A tearing sound told her that he was opening the condom box that she had placed prominently next to her hip. Then she heard a zipper and the clunk of a belt buckle hitting the floor.
Rough hands pulled her ass cheeks apart and she clenched her sphincter, suddenly fearful that he was going to try to force himself into her dry asshole.
He did not. He slid his cock easily into her wet cunt and began pounding his pelvis against her buttocks, grabbing her hips above her waist and pulling to give himself leverage.
He felt big inside her. Not enormous, but bigger than most of the lovers that she had had. She wondered if all of Eli’s friends were bigger than average. That would be weird, considering that they were probably all couch potatoes.
The disadvantage of using a condom was decreased sensitivity. It felt like he was working on her for hours. But it’s always hard to estimate time during coitus.
In this position, she got no stimulation on her clitoris but she was getting aroused by the motion of the rubber-coated cock thrusting against her nether lips for such a long time. She began to work her ass against him, trying to get more stimulation. If she had to get fucked, she might as well get something out of it for herself.
But, before she could get off, he came. Long and hard. He stayed inside her, panting over her and waiting until his cock stopped pulsing and slowly subsided.
He was smart enough to hold the condom over his limp cock with his hand when he withdrew. She was grateful. She had no desire to have his used condom left inside her.
“That was good,” he said as he pulled his pants back up. “Was it good for you, too?”
The hood distorted his voice. She couldn’t tell if he was speaking sarcastically or not, but it didn’t matter. She had no intention of answering his question.
He slapped her up thrust ass playfully and left the room.
One down. At most three more to go.
The game would resume again but the deal would have to go around the table before it came back to Eli. That would take a while.
Keri’s lower back felt like it had been banked with hot coals. She gingerly pushed herself erect and massaged herself, trying to work the pain out of those small, important muscles. Her scalp was itching something fierce. She thought about removing the hood for a few minutes but dared not. If another man came in sooner than she expected, standing was no problem – she could flop down on the desk immediately and offer her ass to him – but there would be no way for her to replace the hood quickly.
She remained standing for as long as she dared, straining to hear, trying to tell when one hand ended and the next began, but she couldn’t make out the table chatter clearly enough.
When she figured that it would be a about time for the deal to return to Eli, she laid her torso back across the desk, once again offering her naked cunt to whomever might come through the door to make use of it.
She tried to relax but her lower back was soon aching again.
* * *
“You better be good. You cost me almost three hundred dollars. Are you a three-hundred-dolla
r piece of ass?”
She didn’t answer but inferred that she had been put up for auction. Eli had said might happen. The thought that her ass was worth three hundred dollars on the open market gave her a queasy, tingling feeling in her belly.
She couldn’t tell if she liked the feeling or not.
The man kept speaking. “Because that’s what I was offered if I sold you to one of the other guys. His whole stake. Almost three hundred dollars. But I won you fair and square so I told him to keep his money.”
So her ass hadn’t been sold to the highest bidder after all. She was going to be fucked by the lucky man who had been dealt the best cards.
But someone had still offered three hundred dollars for her. Now she knew her minimum market value. Maybe if someone had had more money, she might have been sold for even more than that.
The last man who had fucked her must have said something about what a great piece she was if the other men at the table thought that she was worth so much.
She spread her legs a little wider in anticipation of receiving another angry cock.
“For three hundred bucks, I ought to get something special, don’t you think?”
Suddenly she felt a finger pressing against her asshole.
“Maybe something hotter and tighter than pussy?”
She drew her legs together and clenched her buttocks. She was about to stand up but the unknown man said, “Relax, darling. I’m just joshing you. I think your pussy looks just fine. I’m going to do you just like you want. No sodomy tonight. Not unless you to beg me for it.” The man laughed hard. “What? I don’t hear you begging for a good hard cornholing. Okay. But maybe for three hundred bucks, I should get to ride you bareback. Huh? What about that?”
She shook her head vehemently.
“No? Okay. Gloved it is. You know, darling, for someone who’s willing to screw any stranger who wins a hand tonight, sight unseen, you sure are particular. I wouldn’t have expected to find such a fastidious slut in here.” He laughed again.
In response, she spread her legs wide, raised her ass high, and worked it around a little.
“Eager for a good hump, are you? Okay. I won’t make you wait.”
She heard his pants go down. A minute later, she felt a stiff cock poking at the entrance to her cunt. He was plenty hard but he didn’t slide right in like most men. He teased her for a long time, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, then pressing it against her clit. Not rubbing her clit but just gently pushing and releasing the pressure in a languorous, sensuous rhythm. The man clearly fancied himself an expert cocksman.
He must have been right because she was getting turned on like never before. She was pushing back against him, matching his rhythm, milking him for all the stimulation that she could get.
“You know what I think? I don’t think that you’re a slut at all. I think you’re a lady who doesn’t have nearly as much experience as you pretend. I think you volunteered for this duty so that you could enlarge your worldview. Well, lady, enlarge yourself on this!” He suddenly thrust himself deep into her with a single stroke, all the way to the hilt.
It would have been crude and painful in any other circumstance but right now, Keri was as wet as she had ever been and her entire cunt was engorged and opened wide to admit him. His sudden, brutal entry was an exhilarating sensation and she gasped in pleasure.
He did not begin thrusting but remained immobile, pressing himself as deeply into her as he could, letting her feel the exquisite sensation of her impalement.
Reflexively, she began pressing against him in slow rhythm, looking to get as much sensation from him as she could.
He had her pinned between his pelvis and the unyielding edge of the heavy desk so she was forced to work the muscles in her thighs, vulva, and vagina to press against his cock.
Slowly, excruciatingly, he began to respond, flexing and pressing to work with her rhythm without backing off or pumping against her.
It was like a silent struggle between two titans, each struggling to gain advantage over the other.
They came simultaneously, him pushing and groaning and pulsing and her thrashing and bucking as much as she could while pinned against the desk by his weight and strength.
She didn’t care if the men in the next room heard her shrieks of ecstasy. Let them jerk themselves off in bed tonight, fantasizing about her in their wet dreams.
After the man withdrew, he said. “You’re good. I don’t know if I’d call you three-hundred-dollars good, but you are very, very good. You’re a hell of a lady and, some day, you’re going to make some man a hell of a wife.”
She barely heard him leave over her panting. The endorphin rush had washed the pain in her back almost completely away.
A few minutes later, she was standing up again, trying to ease the burning that had returned to her back, when she heard Eli’s voice through the hood. “It’s all over. I won two of the hands that I dealt and you met the guys who won the other two. It sounded like you found the experience pleasant enough. Not a bad ending to our little tournament of games, was it? Now we have a situation here that’s a little inconvenient. The guys are going to keep playing for a while. Probably for another two or three hours. There’s no way for you to get out without showing your face so you’re going to have to wait here until they’ve left.”
Eli hadn’t planned everything, but Keri had already thought about this while she’d been waiting for so long to be fucked. “Sure there is. You just wait here for a minute.”
She left the hood buckled over her head while she slipped her sweatshirt, panties, jeans, and shoes on by feel. “Now lead me outside.” She held out her hand.
As she walked through the house blind, they couldn’t see her face but she could hear the men whistling and applauding. She should have felt more humiliated than she did.
Eli walked her down the block, out of sight of the house before letting her remove the hood, reasoning that his friends had undoubtedly rushed to the front windows to see where they went.
She wondered if any of the neighbors had been peeping out of their windows and seen Eli leading a woman in a leather hood down their street in the middle of the night. If they had, that was his problem, not hers. She was never coming back here again.
* * *
Keri left William Cox’s office in shock. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She had done it. She had been offered the vice presidency. At thirty-one, she would be the youngest person ever to become a VP at IMDAZD. True, IMDAZD was no Microsoft or General Motors. It was a mid-sized manufacturing firm. And, true, it had been founded only twenty years ago so it didn’t have that much history. But it was still an accomplishment worth noting. It would look great on her resume when she went looking for another position in a few years. Unless she had become IMDAZD’s youngest CEO by that time.
As soon as she got back to her office, she told Eli to come in and shut the door.
He grinned at her bookshelf. “I told you that I’d get a top floor corner office for you, didn’t I? Do I deliver or do I deliver?”
“Sit down,” she said. Her voice was cold.
He sat and frowned at her. “What?”
“You didn’t get anything for me. I worked damned hard to earn that position.”
“But–”
“But nothing. I called you in here to tell you that your services are no longer required at IMDAZD. That’s one of my last decisions as head of the Assistance Systems Division.”
“You can’t fire me.”
“I just did.”
“You need me.”
“If I needed you then I wouldn’t have fired you.”
“You need my User Analysis Reports. When you’re the VP, you’re going to need them more than ever.”
“Yes, I am. And I’m going to have them. Without you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Then I’ll explain. Remember when Sudeep left?”
“Yeah.”
“He left the floor but he didn’t leave the company. He’s been working on special assignment under my supervision for the past couple of months.”
Eli’s heart fell. He had a premonition about what was coming. “What special assignment?”
Keri grinned. “You’ve heard of reverse engineering?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“He’s been reverse engineering your software. For the past couple of weeks, he’s been producing the UA reports in parallel with yours. They’re not identical to yours. His are better. He’s found ways to mine the data that you never thought of.” Her cold voice sounded triumphant.
“He did that in six weeks? That was damned fast.”
“It helped when he installed keystroke loggers on your computers. You know what a keystroke logger is, don’t you?”
“He can’t do that!” Eli yelled. “That’s illegal! It’s an invasion of my privacy!”
“Our lawyers told me that there was nothing illegal about it. They’re not your computers. They’re owned by IMDAZD. Everything that’s done on our computers is work product. We literally own every keystroke that you ever typed on our machines.”
Eli stared at her in shock. “That’s a scum ball thing to do. Monitoring my keystrokes may be legal, but it sure as hell isn’t ethical.”
“Ethical?” Keri laughed bitterly. “Ethical? After blackmailing me, sexually harassing me, beating me, torturing me, and finally arranging to have me gang raped, you’re now trying to claim the ethical high ground? You’re hilarious.”
Eli looked sullen but didn’t have any response.
“You know what else I found on your computer?”
Eli knew.
“You didn’t put a hood on me so that I would be anonymous. You did it so that I wouldn’t find the cameras. You filmed my rape from three different angles. You bastard!”
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