“So what do you do with her?” Pony tail asked.
“Well, anything we like really. She’s our slave. She has no say in what happens to her.”
One of the men came close to Lena and she felt his breath on her shoulder. She was in no doubt as to where his eyes were fixed. She felt restless and was eager for Megan to move on, take her home, to end this. But Megan was striking up a conversation with one of the men. It was so casual and matter of fact and Megan did not seem to be put off by the fact that the mans conversation was a little distracted. Lean felt her knees trembling and she hung her head so that her hair covered her face and she could not see the blatant stares of the men looking at her.
“Can I touch her?” One finally ventured his voice betraying a slight tremble.
Megan shrugged her shoulder. “If you like.” And then after a pause to drag on the cigarette “You can fuck her if you like.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Lena’s head shot up sharply and she stared open mouthed at her friend.
“What will that cost us?” the man with the pony tail asked suspiciously.
“Cost?” Megan asked as she trod the butt of her cigarette in to the grass.
Again she shrugged. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“Just a few cans of lager.”
Megan gave the impression of weighing up the proposal for several seconds “Well then that will have to do won’t it girls?” She said as if it was unsatisfactory but the best offer they were going to get.
Almost stupefied the other girls nodded in agreement with Megan. She was totally in control of the situation now.
“Ugh what if she doesn’t want to….I mean….” Asked one of the men.
“Oh!” Megan mused as if the thought had never occurred to her. “She’s always ready, aren’t you Lena. Read the words young man, read the words”
Once more humiliation ripped through Lena. She had used her name! Now all vestige of anonymity was gone. She was Lena. She was naked. She was available to be fucked just as the words written in red lipstick across her breasts and belly declared.
“Aren’t you Lena?” Megan asked brusquely, repeating her name again.
Again Lena felt powerless. Her stare of betrayal seemed to have no impact on Megan and seemingly spoken from somewhere far away Lena heard the word came from her mouth again.
“Yes.” She said faintly.
Megan stripped the tape that bound Lena’s hands.
“Show them how ready you are then Lena.” Megan accentuated her name as if knowing that she was stripping away any vestige of hope that Lena had of maintaining any esteem “Demonstrate how ready you are.”
Lena was in a distant place now, her mind fired by a strange euphoria as if she was not really there yet enthralled by every second of her shameful humiliation. Her hand reached down and she pressed her fingers between the swollen lips and pushed them once more into herself. Again the sound of her arousal was audible even out there in the open air. Lena closed her eyes and hung her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Megan handed the end of the leash to Pony Tail. Apprehensively, almost with stunned disbelief, he took it from her. She walked away, gathered up the cans of beer with a sweeping movement and summoned the other girls to follow her. They walked away to the other side of the park where there was a bench. Lena watched them go, fading gradually into the darkness until she could only just make out the feint silhouettes of her friends as they shared out the cans of beer on the bench.
The men stood still while they watched the girls leave, still in stunned disbelieving silence. Lena was now on her own. Naked and abandoned by her friends, left at the mercy of four men whom she did not know.
Tentatively the man holding the leash gave it a jerk. Lena instinctively went to him. He grinned a widely and a ripple of nervous laughter emanated from the others. She looked up at the man, taller, more powerful than her and then Lena had what she would later tell herself was revelation. It was almost inspiration. She knew she wanted this. Her body was alive, her sex gushed and her juices flooded down her thighs. She loved this. Loved the feeling it gave her. She was ashamed, disgusted with herself. She felt like a whore. She looked like one. Worse, she wasn’t even doing it for money. She was like a lowly slut getting what she deserved. She told herself that she had no choice. She was theirs. Abandoned by her friends and so cheaply! For a few cans of beer! Lena turned around, bent forward putting her hands on her knees, opened her legs as wide as she could and offered herself to the man.
“Now, there’s a good girl” he said.
She heard a zip lowering and then a belt unbuckle and then a rough and powerful pair of hands took hold of her hips. The cool night air swam around her body and then the hot thick head of his penis pushed against her. She felt him drive deep into her and then he was fucking her, his cock large, pulsing and hard. She glanced across to where Megan and the girls sat on the bench and she was sure that she saw one of the girls raise a can in salute to her.
Suddenly and almost unexpectedly the man came; jetting his cum into her. He withdrew and after a moment of fumbling was replaced by another. The second man was obviously very aroused and was coming within seconds of entering her. It seemed that he managed only a few strokes into her now flooding cunt before he grunted loudly drove his cock deep into her and added to the mixture of fluids increasing within her. He withdrew quickly, walked around in front of her and taking her by the chin demanded that she clean him. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked longingly tasting the mixture of cum and her own juices that flavoured his semi-flaccid manhood.
Lena knew there were still two to come. Two more men to use her, to enjoy her. Now the third came and pulling her upright he turned her and pressed his hands down on her shoulders forcing her to sit on the ground and then pushed her onto her back. He stood over her for a moment cock in hand working himself fully erect. She spread her legs wide again for him and he knelt between them. Looking up she saw the others stood around watching. Looking at her, exposed and wanton. She was centre of attention. He slid into her, bigger and wider than those who went before. He pushed into her and fucked her with short hard strokes that made her grunt with each thrust. She felt her orgasm rising in her; she wanted to scream out but knew she couldn’t. It added to her sense of submission. She bit her bottom lip and thrust her hips forward to meet him trying to take as much of him as she could. His pubic bone crushed against her clitoris and suddenly she was looking up at the stars in the sky and they were exploding and swimming around before her eyes and somewhere off in the distance she heard a strange noise. Slowly to her utter horror she realised she was screaming. Out there in the open; her orgasm sweeping through her and the sound of her pleasure echoing across the open parkland.
The man withdrew from her and stood, holding his cock again in his hand. Bemused for a moment she watched him, unsure what was happening as he continue to stroke his cock. She watched as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back before suddenly exploding a jet of cum across her body.
Without time for her to take a breath his place was taken by the fourth man. He took her roughly under the arm and turned her over on to her front. His hands took hold of her buttocks and lifted her until she was on all fours. Like a dog, she thought. Nothing but a cheap, common, slut. Still catching her breath she at once was gripped by panic. He was holding her buttocks apart and a finger was probing at her anus.
“No, please!” She said “Not there!”
She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her back. She cried out and looked up in search of her friends. They were watching, perhaps, but showed no sign of recognising her distress. The swollen head of his cock probed at her and she tensed, repelling him. He was insistent and pushed again with more force this time against her tight puckered hole. She resisted but to no avail, the next time he thrust she felt the burning sensation of her sphincter being stretched and then his thick throbbing cock push
ed into her. She let out another loud cry, more animal this time but her friends remained where they were. His manhood filled her and his eased strokes took up a rhythm within her. And then her distress turned to pleasure. Again she was amazed by her own reaction. She was absorbed by it. She imagined herself as if she was amongst the group of men around her watching. What did she look like? A poor wretch of a slut being fucked up the arse. Again, uncontrollably she was consumed with orgasm and this time felt the mans cock twitching inside her and his hot cum spraying the walls of her anus. She felt herself writhing against the lush grass, its blades damp and tickling her naked body. She was engulfed by the sensation of her cunt feeling empty while the large cock filled her anus, twitched and spurting as his deep laboured breath sounded in the still night air and his fingers dug deep into her hips.
Finally he withdrew. They rolled her over again on to her back. She was exhausted and lay passively as they stood over her. As a group they had their cocks in their hands again and they masturbated until they shot their cum over her one more time. She felt the patter of the thick globules spatter down on her naked dirty body as each came moments apart. Sated of lust and suddenly brought back to the reality of the situation they suddenly sped off into the darkness across the park and out of the gated entrance to the bright lights of the road beyond.
Slowly Lena struggled to her feet. She saw her friends still sat on the bench and walked gingerly over to them.
“Ah! there you are.” Megan said. “My! What a state you are! Let’s get you home my girl.” And then as a final insult she added “My! That beer was worth it.” She took hold of the leash again and she led them all home in the darkness around the edge of the park keeping amongst the trees.
Back at the house Megan insisted on taking photos of Lena before ending her ordeal. She made her stand legs spread, streaks of cum and juices trickling down the inside of her thighs. Her body was smeared with grass stains and dirt, the writing across her breasts smudged now, her torso streaked with cum. She made Lena bend and squat so that she could photograph the cum as it seeped from her anus. The other girls all looked on somewhat disturbed by Megan’s continued abuse of Lena. Yet Lena never once complained. Finally Megan downloaded the pictures on to her computer and printed off sets for everyone to take home.
“The final humiliation!” Megan announced proudly ."I may even post them on the internet.”
At last she allowed Lena to bathe and dress.
“So” Megan asked later passing Lena a neat vodka.“How does humiliation feel?”
“You’re a fucking bitch Megan!” Lena said and then lowering her voice and leaning close to Megan she whispered “I’ve never felt so horny in all my life.”
Unaccountable
It was a great start to the day. She was late and the car park was full. She drove around twice until she finally decided the take a chance and park in one of the director’s stalls. If it was still empty now then the likely-hood was he would be away at some conference or meeting; or on the golf course, she thought cynically. The traffic had been a bitch but she would have been late anyway. Ever since last night when she had struggled to get the Carson Account to add up everything seemed to be going to shit. She’d had to make a call to Carsons accountant, trying not to give too much away, but couldn’t get to the bottom of it. She was up until three in the morning trying to make sense of the figures until she finally decided she must have left some papers at her desk that would explain the anomaly. The late night to bed, or rather early morning, saw her snooze the alarm not once but three times and by the time she dragged herself out of bed she was already heading for a late arrival. As she pulled on the handbrake she had the door open already and slid quickly out of the car. Grabbing her briefcase from the passenger side footwell she dashed across to the elevator and rode up to reception. She hastily signed in with old George on the desk and managed to grab the same elevator again before it had been summoned away and took it up to the 12th.
Using the elevator mirror she managed to tidy her hair and straighten her jacket while easing down her breathing to a more regular rhythm. That was one of the good things about being late, you got the elevator to yourself. She took advantage to touch up her lipstick as it passed the 9th floor and as it eased to a halt on the 12th and the doors slid open, she felt neat and presentable once more.
She was met with a multitude of scornful glances from the other girls on the floor as she made her way to her desk.
“I know!” She whispered several times as she passed her colleagues. “I know!”
She threw her jacket over the back of the chair and settled down to check through the content of her desk draws with one hand while she pulled out the Carson files from her briefcase with the other. The only trouble was the Carson files weren’t there. Not just the one’s in the draw, not that she was certain that she had even left any there anyway, but not even the one’s she had put in her briefcase this morning. But she hadn’t had she. Stupid bitch! She scolded herself. You didn’t put them in the briefcase did you? She suddenly remembered grabbing the files off the table, picking up her briefcase as she dashed out of the apartment and when she got to her car she threw the files on the back seat and pushed the briefcase down in front of the passenger seat. She groaned out loud and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. She felt like banging her head against the desk but knew she had already attracted enough attention to herself.
Sure enough when she opened her eyes Christine Lewis, her line manager was stood beside her, a frown stitched across her forehead and her lips pursed.
“A problem Samantha?”
“Yes, ah no! I left some files in my car.”
“In your haste to make a prompt arrival I suppose?” the retort came quickly.
“Yes, I know! I’m sorry.” Samantha attempted a ‘silly me’ smile but it looked like a grimace.
“Get it sorted!” Christine snapped as she swept away and began to patrol the floor.
Dyke! Samantha spat back the insult inside her head but kept her lips tightly pressed together.
She snatched up her car keys and was about to head back towards the elevator when Eleanor from procurement arrived and started to tell her all about her date the night before. Samantha tried to excuse herself several times to no avail and finally flopped back down into her chair to hear out the rest of the saga. Finally Eleanor wrapped up the tale of woe with a brief bit of gossip concerning the attempts of one of the guys in sales to hit on her and then slid off with a giggle. Just as she did so Samantha’s desk ‘phone rang. For a few moments she simply stared at unusual the number on the display. 1550 - an internal number. But the 15th floor was where the directors were. Why would she be getting a call from the 15th? She tried to work out whose number 1550 might be but she had no idea. Finally she answered; the apprehension clear in her voice.
“Samantha Clark.”
“Samantha? It’s Hilary Carney PA to Stuart McDonnell.”
“Ah, yes. Hello Hilary. How can I help?” Samantha felt her bowels clench. Stuart McDonnell “two N’s two LL’s” was trouble. Always trying to chat her up if they were ever in the lift. He had an eye for the girls and it was generally understood that he believed his employees, the female ones at least, were his personal playthings. Worse than that though, he was a tough cookie who didn’t show any mercy. Even worse; this could be tripple trouble. Stuart McDonnell was the golf partner of Benjamin Carson. The Benjamin Carson - of the Carson Account. The currently ‘fucked up’ Carson Account.
The words that followed came as no surprise to Samantha, but she wished like hell that she hadn’t heard them.
“Mr.McDonnell has requested that you report immediately to him.” And the line went dead.
“Shit!” Samantha hissed.
She still had her car keys clutched in her hand when she stepped out of the elevator on the 15th floor and headed towards McDonnell’s office. Her mind was spinning and she tried desperately to stop her knees from trembling. She presented
herself to Hilary Carney and was told to go straight in.
“Straight in?” Samantha asked inanely?
Hilary drew her words out as she responded as if speaking to a child, her eyes not leaving the computer screen in front of her as her finger stabbed on the left button of the mouse in her hand. “Yes......straight in.”
Straight in. Not even told to wait. Shit!
Samantha dropped her car keys into her jacket pocket and knocked weakly on the tall teak door before pushed it open and went through into the office.
Stuart McDonnell sat in a high back luxury chair behind an enormous oak desk, his hands clasped near his face and the two index fingers touching his lips pensively.
“Samantha?” he asked although she was sure he knew. She nodded, too nervous to speak.
She looked towards the chair positioned in front of his desk but he didn’t invite her to sit down. The office was light years apart from the lowers floors. Wood panelled walls with hanging modern art works, floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city, the view only ruined by the fact that it was opposite another tall multi storey office block. Plush furnishings and even a fully stocked bar in one corner. His desk sprawled before him, decorated sparsely; telephone, a leather blotter, a plinth with a statue of a golfer in full swing and three full size golden golf balls. A file laying open pushed to one side. He was good looking, younger than her by about 4 years; twenty eight, maybe twenty nine.
“This morning,” he began slowly “I was on the 5th tee when I received some rather disturbing news.” Oh shit! She thought. “My friend Ben told me that his accountant was disturbed last night by an employee of this company, alleging concerns over miss-appropriated funds from the Carson Account.”
Shit! She thought she was going to feint.
“I didn’t say that!” Samantha swallowed hard and steadied herself. “I wasn’t sure that’s all, sure about some of the figures.” She took a deep breath. “I never said they were miss-appropriated.”
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