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"I received a rather unpleasant phone call from Ted Johnson," he said, matter-of-factly. "He talked about the idiot ditz of a secretary I have working for me, and how she can't handle a simple calendar. His words, not mine."

The insults hit her like a blow to the gut, but she did her best to keep from doubling over.

"I... I'm sorry, sir. I tried my best to make it right."

"That's two strikes, Miss Rakul. Are you sure you want to keep this job?"

"Yes!" She tried to calm the desperation in her voice. She had spent more than she had meant to on new work clothes. If she didn't get that next paycheck, she wouldn't have rent money, and Amber wasn't going to loan her any more. "Yes, sir. It won't happen again."

"Let's make sure it doesn't." He motioned to the edge of his desk.

Taking careful steps, Rakul crossed in front of him, leaning down over the desk, assuming the same position she had for her earlier punishment. She was wearing the tiny skirt she had bought that weekend. He wouldn't even need to lift it in order to...

She suddenly felt her heart drop into her stomach. She hadn't taken her panties off that morning before she got on the elevator. She had completely forgotten. She tried to straighten up, trying to think of an excuse, but it was too late. His strong hand was already on the back of her neck, pushing her down. Her cheek touched the surface of the desk as tears welled in her eyes. She knew he was looking at her, seeing the little pink panties peeking out at him.

"It seems that we have strike three already." His voice was cold, edged with authority.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot!" Rakul gasped. She felt him jerk the panties down roughly. They fell to her ankles. "Please, Mr. Taylor, I didn't do it on purpose!"

He bent down to pick up her panties, pulling them off of her feet. Though the pressure holding her down to the desk lessened for him to do this, she didn't dare move. She stayed there, breasts pressed against the surface of the desk, bare ass high in the air, while she knew he had to notice how wet the panties had gotten. All the while he was at lunch, she was thinking with anxious dread about the punishment he would give her when he returned.

"Please don't fire me! I'm so sorry!"

"You talk too much," Taylor said. He forced the ball of her wet underwear into her mouth, holding his hand over it so that she had to hold it there. She could taste herself on the fabric.

"Keep that there. I don't want to hear your apologies yet."

Rakul braced herself for what she knew was coming next. His hand flew down against her ass, leaving a resounding crack. Her cry was muffled by the panties in her mouth. He alternated cheeks, just like before, but didn't let up to gently caress her in between. He was harsh, angry. She had messed up not just once, but twice in the same day. Her ass was burning, tears trailing down her cheeks, smearing her makeup. Her teeth clamped down hard on her panties as the hot pain grew in her ass.

Finally, after she thought she couldn't take any more, he stopped. She heard him breathing heavily with exertion. She dared open her eyes looking back over her shoulder at him, watching him loosen his tie. He glared down at her, though there wasn't necessarily anger in his eyes. It was more like hunger. He whipped off his tie.

"Put your hands behind your back," he said, and Rakul did as she was told. It meant losing her support, putting all of her weight down on her cheek and her breasts against the desk, but she did it anyway. He arranged her wrists next to each other on the small of her back, looping them together with his tie. He tugged on her hands to make sure they were bound tightly.

"It seems that you will need a more intense reminder this time."

Rakul tried to plead her apologies once more, her voice muffled by the gag of her panties. He slapped her ass again, hard, to shut her up. Her voice shrank to a squeak in her throat. He ran his fingers, gently now, over the burning red skin. It would definitely bruise this time. His touch went down her ass, like before, and she subconsciously leaned back into the touch, wanting him to go further than he had last time. His fingers slipped down to the wet entrance of her sex, teasing, sliding further forward and brushing against her clit. She shuddered, moaning softly into the gag.

He laughed lightly above her, and she flushed.

"You like that, don't you?" he crooned. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend. No one to touch you there in a while?"

His fingers swirled around her most sensitive spot, sending tingles through her.

"Hard to believe, a pretty girl like you. You could have anyone you wanted if you only asked."

He increased the pressure only slightly, but the pleasure doubled. She spread her legs as far as the height of the desk allowed, granting him easier access to more of her.

"The men in this office all want you. I know you've noticed them looking. But they're not allowed to have you."

He sped up the movement of his fingers against her, leaving her moaning around the gag.

"They all go home at night and jack off thinking about fucking you. About touching you. Like I am right now."

While his fingers kept moving, Taylor slid his thumb into her sex. He moved it in and out of her as his two fingers rubbed across her clit. Rakul let out a muffled groan. She was melting into the desk, the pleasure building within her. He watched her face, eyes squeezed shut. He was working it up to a peak, but he wasn't going to let her have it. He slowly ceased his movements, then slid his wet fingers away from her. She opened her eyes in surprise, looking back at him over her shoulder. He grinned down at her, wickedly, then replaced his fingers against her-- only this time, against a different opening.

"You ever been fucked in the ass, Miss Rakul?" Taylor asked, pressing one finger, wet with her own arousal, against Rakul's tight pink asshole. She tensed beneath his touch. "I want an answer to that."

Rakul choked out a muffled, "No, sir," along with a shake of her head.

"Good. Then it can be all mine." He pushed his wet finger inside of her, and her eyes widened in surprise. The shock of the foreign sensation brought heat to her face. He slowly worked his finger in and out of her, and she felt herself loosen around it. Her body began to be more accepting of the intruder, enough so that Taylor was able to push another finger within her. The more he moved, the further inside her he got, the looser she became, the better it felt. He began spreading his fingers, opening her up, pushing his thumb inside her as well. She could feel herself being spread wide, her ass in the air, his cold blue eyes looking right into her most secret parts.

 

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She heard rustling in the desk drawer beneath her, but she couldn't see what Taylor was searching for. She could feel it, however. As his fingers retreated, something about the same size in full, rubbery smoothness replaced it, filling her. She groaned as it slid into her ass, feeling her muscles close around a tapered end of it, holding it in place but keeping her spread open. Taylor moved it slowly, sliding it in and out of her a little before leaving it inside of her.

"You've probably never worn one of those, either. I like to think I bought it just for you."

His hands were on her throbbing ass cheeks again, caressing the heat his spankings had brought to the surface. Rakul was breathing hard. She wanted more-- his fingers had only teased her-- but was afraid of what might come next.

He pulled her up by the shoulders, turning her around forcefully. Her bare ass cheeks pressed into the edge of the desk, making her wince, while her bound hands hung uselessly behind her back. She was looking into his hungry eyes now, the sadistic smile, smelling his cologne and feeling his strong hands grip her thin shoulders. Her heart thumped in her chest. He held her chin in his hand.

"I'm going to take that out of your mouth," he said softly, "but I don't want to hear any apologies or excuses. Do you understand?"

Rakul nodded and uttered a muffled, "yes, sir." He stuck his fingers in her mouth, pulling the saliva-soaked panties from them, and tossing them on the floor. She stared up into his eyes, equal parts frightened by what he might do to her and longing for his touch.

He kissed her then, forcefully, crushing his lips into hers. She sank into it, her mouth opening as he pushed his tongue inside, tasting her. His hands had now moved to her chest, each gripping one of her breasts, squeezing hard. She moaned against him. He tore apart her button-down shirt, popping off more than one of the buttons, exposing her breasts in their lacy push-up bra. He pulled away from her mouth to look at them.

Rakul's chest was heaving. She had modest breasts, barely a handful each, and in an effort to emulate Leticia's curves, she had bought a bra that had given her deep cleavage and held her breasts high. She was trapped between the desk and Taylor's body as he grabbed the little bit of the garment between her breasts. She didn't dare look down as his other hand grabbed something from the desk drawer.

"Don't move," he said, and she felt something cold and metal slide up against the skin between her ribs. She heard the snipping sound as the scissors cut through the bra, the tension releasing, her breasts falling free. She gasped, and he muffled her voice with another ravenous kiss. He dropped the scissors back into the drawer and pulled back the sleeves of her shirt and the remains of her bra back from her shoulders onto her bound forearms.

His mouth moved down from hers, onto her chin, her neck, her shoulder, sucking hard and hungrily at the soft skin, sending tingles of sensation through Rakul. He pushed her backwards, and she had to catch herself on her tied hands as he sucked at her breasts as his hands squeezed from below. Her nipples hardened against his tongue, and she moaned against the feeling. He sucked hard on one, pinching the other between his fingers until she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. With that, he pulled away, smiling down at her, holding tight to her shoulder.

Without taking his eyes off of her breasts, he reached into the desk drawer one last time, pulling out a pair of black binder clips. He set one on the desk beside her as he opened one of them. Rakul watched him, her breath quickening. He held the clip in one hand, her right breast in the other, the little pink nipple jutting out from it.

"Mr. Taylor..." she breathed, but he silenced her with a glare.

"I'll let you know when I want you to speak," he said. He returned his attention to her breast, and centered the clip over her nipple. He released it, clamping it onto the sensitive nub, still wet with his saliva.

Rakul cried out at the pain that shot through her. She tried to squirm away, but pinned between the desk and her boss' powerful body, her hands bound, there was nothing she could do. She watched with wet eyes as Taylor clamped the second clip onto her other breast. He moved his hands away to admire the sight of her breasts heaving with her panting breaths, the clips dangling from each nipple. He kissed her again, his hands roaming down her sides and her waist, pulling her towards him.

She was powerless to stop him from moving her around like a doll. He pulled her wet sex against the front of his pants, and she could feel the hard arousal there straining against the cloth as he pressed against her. His hands were on the back of her neck and her shoulder, crushing her against him. He pulled her up onto her feet, and she fell against his chest. The clips moved and sent shivers of pain through her. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Now is the part where you get to apologize," Taylor said. "You're not going to use your words, but you are going to use your mouth. Get on your knees."

Shakily, Rakul sank to her knees in front of him. Her skirt had been wrenched up to her hips, leaving her ass and her sex fully exposed. The plug still sat within her, only the end of it poking out against her reddened and abused ass cheeks. Her shirt lay in tatters, pushed back along her bound arms, her chest fully bared with two clips dangling from reddening nipples. She glanced at the office door. If anyone came through it now and saw her like this...

 

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Taylor was unbuckling his belt. He tugged his shirt out of his waist, unbuttoning each button as he looked down at Rakul kneeling before him. He peeled off the shirt, revealing a toned and muscled chest, and a trail of hair leading down below his waist. Rakul's eyes followed it as he unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened cock from the fabric.

"You know what to do, right?" Taylor asked, brushing the head of his cock against her lips. Obediently, Rakul opened her mouth, though she feared it was too thick and too long to fit. She shut her eyes as she took it as far into her throat as she dared, sucking on it.

"Open your eyes," Taylor said. "Look at me as you suck my cock."

Rakul did so, watching him as he looked down at her with those penetrating eyes. She knew what she must look like from his angle, and flushed red at the thought of it. He tangled his fingers in her blonde hair, grabbing a handful at the back of her head, moving himself in and out of her throat. He pressed further back, making her eyes water. As he pushed in far enough to bury her nose in the coarse hairs at the hilt of his cock, she gagged and pulled away. He let her, only to let a long string of saliva fall from her lips and his cock onto her breasts.

"It's too much," she gasped. "I'm sorry, sir."

He slapped her cheek then, not as hard as he had been hitting her ass, but enough to sting.

"I told you to stop apologizing," he said. "Keep going."

Rakul took his cock back into her mouth, doing her best to fit it down her throat. Her face, her ass, her nipples all stung with pain, yet her sex dripped with arousal. Taylor worked himself against her, not going quite as deep as before, but holding a tight grip on her hair as he thrust into her mouth. He quickened his pace, and Rakul struggled around his cock for air as his breathing grew heavier. With a gasp, he pulled out from her mouth, staring down into her eyes as he spilled his cum all over her breasts. He milked the last drops out against her cheek.

Rakul looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, not daring to utter a word lest she get slapped again. She felt the hot cum run down her chest onto her stomach. He smiled down at her.

"That's how you apologize, Miss Rakul," Taylor said. "Stand up."

Rakul struggled to rise without the aid of her arms. He turned her around by the shoulder, untying the knots in his tie that bound her hands. She breathed a little easier, despite the state she was in. It had to be nearly over. He pulled the remains of her top from her hands gently and she turned to him, fingers tingling as the blood returned to them.

To her surprise, Taylor backed her up against his desk, pushing her down on her back against it. He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulling them up over his shoulders. She gripped the sides of the desk for balance. He loomed over her, her heels dangling on either side of him.

"You did well," Taylor said. "You've earned a reward."

Before Rakul could dare to respond, he grabbed each of her knees, spreading her legs apart. He sank his mouth down her exposed sex, treating her pussy with the same ravenous attentions that he had used on her mouth. Rakul moaned at the sudden pleasure. It overtook any pain she felt from her nipples, her ass, or her face, and she lost sense of herself as the arousal returned in huge surges. She rocked against his tongue and lips, moaning and gasping. Her back arched, spreading the trails of her boss' cum across her chest. Taylor had total control of her pleasure, and he toyed with her a while, alternating intensity and leaving her a puddle of sensation, but never letting her quite reach that climax.

"Please," she gasped between moans, "Mr. Taylor... I can't... it's too much."

"Do you want to cum?" He asked, replacing his tongue with his fingers to keep the pleasure building in her.

"Yes! Please, sir!" Rakul gasped, writhing on the desktop.

 

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"Since you asked so nicely," Taylor crooned. He returned his mouth to her, building her up to a mind-shattering climax. Rakul's moan came at the top of her voice as the pleasure hit her like lightning. Her muscles tightened around the plug in her ass, she strained against the clips on her nipples, she collapsed against the desk, her legs falling lewdly to either side as she panted. She looked up at Taylor through half-open eyes. She couldn't muster words, and she definitely couldn't move. She sighed contentedly, and barely realized that he held his cell phone in his hand until she heard the tell tale sound of a picture being taken.

The panic must have been plain on her face. She tried to rise up, but he leaned over her, holding her down by her shoulder.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's just for me."

His face breathed inches from hers. She longed to simultaneously scream at him and kiss him. Her mind was too wracked by pain and pleasure to function. She felt something tug at the clips on her nipples, and she felt them release, something almost more painful than when they came on. She cried out as the blood rushed back into them, even more as Taylor massaged her breasts with his hands. She weakly raised her own hands, trying to push his away, but he had moved on down her body. Gripping her thighs below the knees again, he spread her back open. His cock, hard again, pressed against her wet opening.

She felt him push into her. Her body offered no resistance. His cock filled her, and she moaned at the sudden sensation. She hadn't realized how much her body had wanted it, how good it felt to have him within her. He rocked slowly into her, looking down at her with that hungry look. She gripped the edges of the desk as her body moved with each slow, powerful thrust.

"Do you remember what I asked you about at the beginning?" he asked. Her brain fried, Rakul honestly didn't. She shook her head, trying to keep herself from apologizing. He slid out of her slowly.

She felt him tug at the plug still spreading open her ass. Slowly, he slid it out. She could feel how open she remained, how he looked down into her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his cock against her wide open ass. She shook her head weakly again.

Taylor ignored this. He slid forward, his cock slick with her arousal, pushing into her ass. She groaned again, his fingers toying casually with her clit again. He thrust into her until he was buried to the hilt. He pulled out, and slid it again into her pussy. He kept going, switching holes, using them both as he pleased, sending little pulses of pleasure through her with his fingers. She had never felt like such an object, such a toy, completely helpless to whatever her boss wanted to do with her. He fell against her, leaning over her, quickening his pace as he reached his peak again. He slid deep into her ass and groaned against her ear, and she felt him pulse against her insides as he shot his cum into her ass. He lay against her for a while, his heart beating against her chest, then pushed himself up and pulled out of her. Rakul could feel the cum leaking from her.

Taylor straightened, redressing himself. Rakul struggled up to sit on the desk, watching. He was redressed quickly. He looked back at her.

"Your next task is to clean up this mess." He motioned to her, the remains of her clothes, the desk things scattered on the floor, the butt plug sitting near the binder clips.

"Mr. Taylor..." Rakul pleaded, trying to make sense of his words.

"Is there a problem, Miss Rakul?"

"...no. I'll get it taken care of."

"Thank you." He opened the door, heading out into the office. Rakul was left, all but naked and used in every way, in his empty office.

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After Taylor had used her, Rakul had attempted to right herself again. Her bra was ruined, and buttons had popped off of her shirt, so she managed to tie the ends together to cover herself but leave her midriff exposed. She didn't dare put her panties back on, and she couldn't sit at her desk, so she stood at her workstation for the rest of the day, feeling his cum slowly leak from her ass down her thigh. She had to show more clients in that afternoon, after she had tidied up her boss' office, and she could tell that they knew what a filthy slut she had been.

The train that evening was full. She was left standing, which she would have needed to do anyway, but the car was full. Even as she grabbed the bar above her head, she felt people bump into her and jostle her with ever lurch in the track. Her mind was replaying the scene that afternoon, reliving the sensation of Taylor's cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, how he had wrecked her with pleasure, how he had utterly humiliated her, and how much she had enjoyed it. Lost in her daydreams, she didn't realize everyone staring at her, and didn't think that all that strange at first-- after all, tight, short skirts drew attention. It took her a while to realize that the knot she had tied in her shirt had come loose, and it had fallen open, exposing her breasts to the entire train car. Her nipples were still red and hard from the earlier abuse.

She flushed, and tried to cover herself, dropping her grip on the overhead bar just as the train took a turn. She fell forward into a male passenger, stumbling on her heels, sure that everyone behind her got a glimpse of her well-used pussy and ass as she fell. Burning red, fighting with her clothes, the train shuddered to a halt at the next station and she stumbled off in humiliation, despite it still being two stops from her house.

She settled her skimpy clothes as best as she could, feeling the emotion well up in her eyes. She had to quit. She couldn't take the embarrassment. She heard her phone ding in her purse, and dug it out. There was a cash app transaction notification, from Taylor. She opened it up. He had transferred five hundred dollars to her, with a note: "Sorry about your clothes. Please treat yourself to something nice on me."

THE-END

 

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When I sat down for my lunch with Sharon in the university refectory that Wednesday afternoon, I had no idea that I was about to meet one of a group of guys who were examples of millions of others worldwide.

Simon cautiously came and asked if he could sit with Sharon and me, and it was evident that Sharon already knew him, although as far as I could remember, I had never seen him before.

'This is Simon,' my friend said, introducing him to me as he took the seat opposite and placed his plate of English Fry on the table.

There was an initial few minutes of awkwardness between us all as it was apparent he wanted to say something but was not sure how. I have learned through the years that some guys are straight out with it, whereas others try to be gentlemen and bring the subject cautiously round to what they want to ask. It's pretty much the same as sex, I guess.

Simon finished chewing a sausage, swallowed it and asked, 'Pooja can I ask you a very **censored** question?'

'Yes, of course,' I replied, intrigued.

'Are you into 'Forced Fantasy' at all?

I had never heard of such a thing previously.

'No, I can't say I am,' I replied honestly, 'Sounds interesting. Is it a drama programme?'

Simon nearly choked on his next forkful of food, and Sharon tried hard to suppress a little giggle. I could see that both were embarrassed for me in my naivety.

'It's not a drama; it's more a...' Simon tried to explain as his words failed him.

'What Simon wants to know is would you be willing to fulfil a little desire they have and want to play out? Sharon added, stepping into the breach left by Simon.

I looked across the table at Simon, now realising that 'Forced Fantasy' obviously had some sexual innuendo. He was not the greatest looking guy, but was tall with blond hair and green eyes and did, despite his awkwardness in asking, looked as if he could be fun.

'So just what do you want from me?' I enquired still with no idea what a 'forced fantasy' was.

'My friends and I wondered if you'd be willing to be...' Here was his embarrassment showing through again, 'Kidnapped and made to have sex with us?'

'Made to have sex?' I questioned, still stupidly at a loss to understand what he was asking.

'You are unbelievable, Rach,' Sharon interjected. 'You have all the guys in our year and others lining up to fuck you, and yet you don't have a clue what a forced fantasy is!'

'No, I don't,' I confessed rather sheepishly.

'They want to gangbang you, my dear Pooja,' Sharon explained in the bluntest terms.

'gangbang me?' I blurted out in surprise and with such force that other nearby turned their heads to look at me, causing me to blush with acute embarrassment.

'Well, not exactly,' Simon interjected, 'It's fantasy play. You agree to play and what your limits are, and we pretend to force you. That's why it's called Forced fantasy.'

'Oh!' was all I could initially manage in response.

'We won't do anything you don't want us to do,' Simon continued, 'but we would like to grab you, tear your clothes off and make you have sex with us.'

A week later, once lectures had finished, I drove round to the house where one of the five guys was staying. They wanted to show me some video clips they had collected to see if I'd be happy to emulate some of the scenes for them.

As I watched, surrounded by my would-be attackers, I was amazed that so many 'forced' scenes were included in the various movies they had managed to bring together. After each clip, the guys asked, 'Will you be okay if we do that to you, Pooja?'

After a good hour of watching actresses having forced sex, I was strangely confident that not only could I do what they asked but put up as good a job as the women playing the roles in the films.

There was just one I was not happy with where a knife was produced to make a middle-aged women submit before the final act. Once, they assured me that nothing like that would be used and that I would only be manhandled, albeit roughly. I was reasonably happy to give the unusual request a trial.

As we sat chatting, the guys, who had obviously discussed things before my arrival, told me how they wanted me dressed. They had even had a whip-round to collect some money so I could purchase the required clothing. They wanted me very demure, in a blouse, some sort of jumper and long flowing skirt, all of which were to be torn or cut off along with my underwear. Yet another trip to the local charity shops was on the cards!

The lads also wanted to know what else they could engage in other than sex. I understood that some slapping was expected to be allowed simply by having watched the recordings, and they wanted to know how hard they could hit me. I knew that little taps would not really be suitable and make everything, at least for the five young men, a bit dull.

'As long as you use your open hand and don't punch me, you can slap me as hard as you wish.' The guys were almost ecstatic.

We were all a little cautious as it was the first time any of us had done such a thing. I wanted to enjoy the event myself and was desperate to make it as much fun for Simon and his four friends as I could. We agreed on spanking and forced cold water torture as the 'extras' they wanted to perform and the obvious fuck in three holes. They also asked if they could have an option to incorporate anything else that occurred at the time. Again I agree.

We also, after some discussion, came to the arrangement that all day they would treat me without any respect - just as if we were strangers to make the day as real as possible.

We arranged for the 'event' to take place on the coming Saturday. I would arrange for Sharoon to drop me off very early on a country road about fifteen miles from the university. They would then drive up, snatch me and take me to another student hose for the 'fun' to commence. They wanted it to be early in case someone saw something and thought the 'kidnap' was for real.

It was getting rather embarrassing visiting the charity shops. I seemed to be in them almost weekly, looking for outfits that might suit some sexual pursuit I was engaging in. One older and seemingly rather mischievous assistant in one shop even put items aside for me that she thought might be of interest. What she thought I did with them all, I will never know. She just smiled and asked, 'Are you looking for something else for your wardrobe?' Little did she know!

Between the various shops in our two local shopping areas, I managed to cobble together a suitable skirt, top, jumper and even a jacket that, although not matching, fitted the bill nicely.

Saturday arrived, and as I pulled back the curtains in my tiny room and looked out, it was dry and bright with the sun just beginning to rise in the pale blue sky. I trembled a little with a degree of excitement of what lay ahead as Sharon kindly drove me to the allocated place and dropped me off, wishing me a breezy 'Good luck' as I left the car.

As she drove off, I suddenly had a realisation that here I was at six in the morning, all alone on a country road and fifteen miles from the university. I tried to suppress a slight degree of panic that I could feel beginning to rise.

I came back to my senses as I heard a car approaching from the rear. I knew this was it. I was about to partake in my first ever forced fantasy. The car drove past, and as it did so, I could see that there was only one person it in, and that was an older gentleman. The car slowed a little way further on, then stopped and reversed back towards me. Now I was in a panic.

As the car pulled alongside, the driver opened his passenger window.

'Are you okay, love?' he enquired amicably.

 

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'Yes, fine, thank you.'

'I just wondered if you'd broken down somewhere or something?'

'No, no, just out for an early morning walk,' I lied, knowing that most women would not go out walking the way I was dressed.

'No problem as long as your not stuck and happy. You can't be too careful these days. Take care,'

With that, he drove off. The encounter did indeed make me think of just how vulnerable someone like me was at that time, all alone on a country lane with no houses in sight. I would never usually have considered such a thing.

The sound of another car approaching caught my attention, and looking over my shoulder, I saw, with some relief, Simon's car coming towards me. As it started to slow down, and I readied myself for the ordeal to follow, another vehicle appeared out of nowhere, travelling in the opposite direction.

Simon saw it too and just kept on driving past me as if he did not know I was there. The other vehicle did the same, and both disappeared out of sight around the various bends in the hedge-lined road. A minute later, I saw Simon's car returning towards me. He stopped, and his four companions jumped out, grabbed me and bundled me into the car without further alarm.

I did not make too much of an attempt to get away on the road in case yet another early morning traveller chanced upon the scene and thought the whole thing was for real. Once inside the car, though, I decided to fight like fury as I kicked and punched as though the entire thing was for real.

'Get off me! Let go! Don't you dare!' I shouted as I fought.

I think my willingness to enter into the scene so fully and forcefully took my captors by surprise as it took them a little while to overpower me finally, bind me and eventually put me in the trunk of the car for the last mile or so to the house. As I lay bound and gagged in the darkness, I was aware that I had perhaps been a little too forceful as two of the guys had complained I had hurt them as I fought in the rather overcrowded car.

It was still early when we reached the house that would be my dungeon for the day. I could feel the car reversing and heard a garage door being opened was. Suddenly light exploded into my darkened tomb. I was quickly lifted out of the boot of the car and carried through the garage and inside the house.

'Cum with us, you fucking bitch,' one of them exploded.

Once inside the house, the tape around my ankles was cut away. Then with my hands still taped behind my back I was pulled roughly, but still struggling, by the hair up the stairs and towards a largish bedroom.

'Stop your fighting you dirty whore,' I was commanded. I didn't.

Once inside, I was thrown with some force onto the bed. Then all five lept on me to stop my legs from kicking under my long pleated skirt. I could feel them trying to reach under it to grab my knickers, obviously with the intent of removing them. Bound as I was, all I could do was wriggle and try to kick my legs free to protect some form of modesty. I managed to get them to release my left leg, and I wildly kicked it out to stop them from going any further.

'Stop right now,' I commanded feverishly.

I caught one of them a proper wallop on his face, which caused him to put his hand to his cheek and cry out. Next, he was sitting over my chest and telling me what he intended to do in retaliation. I received two good hard stinging slaps across my face before he and his friends turned me over and, sitting on my back, pulled the skirt up and my knickers down before giving my five hard smacks right across my backside.

I could feel it stinging like crazy as still with my hands bound, they turned me onto my back and held my legs tightly apart so that access was available into my hairy pussy. The long skirt was carelessly thrown up and over my midriff, leaving me naked from the waist down.

Simon wasted no time in getting down to business as he undid this trousers and pulled his pants down to reveal a huge erect cock waiting to explode inside my prone body.

'You'd better enjoy this, you dirty bitch,' He almost spat the words out as he lept onto me.

I knew there would be little resistance once he thrust into me; how could there be? I had been dripping wet since being bundled into the car. I felt him find the right place and thrust in hard and fast.

The tape around my wrists and my uncomfortable position stopped me from enjoying the moment too much. I still put on a vain pretence of struggling against him as he was thrusting wildly on top of me.

With a mighty surge, Simon dumped what I imagined was a pretty hefty load deep inside me and quickly moved away to assist in gripping my legs as the second guy took up position. Within seconds he too was pushing my body deep into the mattress as he pounded away at my ever moistening pussy.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. 'You like this, don't you, you fuckin little bitch?'

I realised as he said it that I had relaxed and stopped struggling. He lifted his hand and gave me another hard stinging slap across my face. He then took careful aim and, to the delight of his mates, spat straight into my eyes. Without another word, he recommenced his vicious pounding before announcing with a loud groan that his mission was, for the present, fulfilled.

As with Simon, he wasted no time changing places, and I was only allowed a few seconds respite before the next pounding commenced. My shoulders started to ache as I tried to find a more comfortable position to receive the seemingly continual action for my five abductors.

 

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'Stop wrigging Bitch,' the one on me shouted as he ceased his momentum. Then turning to his friends, he said,' Let's show the Whore what happens when she does not do as we say!'

He pulled out, and in a second, I was rolled onto my tummy. Somebody quickly lifted my skirt over my tied hands, and I heard a sharp 'slap' sound before feeling the pain of a hard smack on my bare buttock. They followed with several others that were not in the least bit tame. These guys really were going to give me the works.

I groaned in pain and pleaded with them to stop, which eventually they did as again I was pulled onto my back so that the third guy could finish off inside me. I lay almost exhausted with a red face and backside as he thrust away more wildly until he too exploded, sending his cum to join the rest in my cunt as he shook with uncontrollable pleasure.

The pattern was repeated twice more as my legs were held firmly open and my body kept in place by the person's weight lying on top of me. Suddenly it ended as the final male also shot his load into my prone body.

'Strip the dirty bitch naked,' Simon ordered as I was roughly lifted into a standing position at the foot of the bed. They cut the tape around my hands, freeing them. I wasted no time in attempting to break away from the grasp of the five guys. Entirely what I would have done next or where I would have run to, I had no idea, but I knew, for their sakes, I had to keep up the pretence that this was as real as I could make it.

Eventually, after an uneven struggle that saw us all land on the bed in an ungainly heap, my arms were pulled up tight behind my shoulder blades bringing to a sudden and painful end my attempted flight to freedom.

I was once again yanked unceremoniously to my feet and pulled slightly backwards so that my small breasts were slightly forward, pushing tightly against the coat, jumper and blouse I was still wearing. The coat was unbuttoned quickly and slipped off my shoulders, assisting the two behind me in holding my arms in place.

A pair of scissors appeared and began to hack at the material of the jumper until it cut through in an irregular zig-zag pattern that left the blouse exposed to their reach. The two who had taken charge of the stripping process didn't think about using the scissors on the blouse.

One just took a grip of it tightly in his hands and, giving a hard yank, tore the top three buttons right out of the material. The second guy immediately took hold of the rest and tore it utterly open, and with another hard pull, left just my bra covering my relatively small sized breasts.

The remnants of the jumper and blouse joined the coat down my arms at the elbows.

Suddenly, the scissors appeared again for the 'coup de grass' of removing my bra and unveiling my breasts. The bra was cut at the centre with one swift movement, falling away from my chest and leaving nothing more to the imagination.

Strangely they left the skirt in place as the three lads paused for a few seconds to take in the sight of my naked and very vulnerable chest.

'The bitch doesn't even have any tits,' one of them announced. 'You filthy ugly titless cow. Hold her tight.'

With that, he took his right hand and slapped my tits from right to left and back again hard. 'That will teach you to deceive us like that,' he yelled at me, placing his threatening, angry face right in front of mine.

Suddenly, the grip on my arms loosened, and the clothing that had been resting at my bent elbows was pulled away from my body. My arms were then once again contained in a vice-like grip.

For a third time, the Scissors appeared and slipping between the skirt, and my skin commenced to hack at the fabric until my last piece of covering fell uselessly around my feet. With a quick push, I was once again on the bed while all five men straddled me as my shoes and socks were also removed, leaving me as they wanted - naked.

I don't think I had time to even catch my breath before, despite my continued struggles, I was placed face down on the bed as my arms were brought round to the headboard and quickly bound with tape, to the metal frame.

My buttocks were lifted high so that I was kneeling as I anticipated an assault on my arse hole was next on the list. I was not wrong as Simon once again led the charge by squirting copious amounts of lubricating jelly into the tight opening before quickly and without warning, following with his once again erect penis.

I'm tight in my backside. I might be tall but wearing an eight dress gives some idea of how tight I am. I could feel my arse hole expand to what felt like splitting point as Simon pushed hard in and without mercy. I bellowed like an old cow in pain as his cock opened to what seemed like maximum capacity as he fucked me hard.

His actions turned my abusers on as they encouraged Simon to 'fuck the stupid whore good and hard.'

On the other hand, Simon needed no encouragement as he pounded away, often slapping my exposed backside as hard as possible, causing me extra pain. I fought back real tears as anal sex is always painful for me, and this was especially so.

 

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Not only were my buttocks the targets for some abuse, but Simon reached around and pulled my tits as though he were milking a cow. He drew some laughter as he stated that the 'old cow' was dry.

I was relieved when once again, he had pleasured himself at my expense and pulled out to let the next 'lucky' lad get in. Thankfully before he pushed in, he took time to relubricate my anal passage. Once completed, I was stretched wide again for another session of ass pounding, buttock spanking and tit pulling.

The pace and vigour of the five young men were relentless as they enjoyed every moment of my discomfort and pain as my ass was stretched to its limit while I whimpered bound as I was to the headboard.

As the last one pulled out, my knees slipped down the bed, and I lay panting hard, feeling the stinging sensation in my breasts and buttocks from the brutal pounding they had endured.

I was delighted when my assailants unbound my wrists by cutting the tape.

I was hoiked off the bed and slammed onto the carpet with some force in a kneeling position.

'Your arse was a stinking mess,' someone said. 'Look at our cocks. They are filthy. You had better clean them up.'

'With your mouth and tongue,' another added darkly to ensure I was not thinking of cleaning them in any other way.

This time Simon did not lead the way but watched smiling with satisfaction as the first of his pals pushed his manhood towards my face.

'Remember, I want to see that tongue out and working hard on us,' Simon observed, 'or else!'

I knew I had no choice. I had agreed to fulfil this fantasy, I had no intention of turning yellow and backing out. On the contrary, I wanted to keep my hard-earned reputation as a slut who could take anything.

I opened my mouth and slipped the first of the five cocks inside, ensuring I gave it plenty of work with my mouth and then ensured my tongue was seen working his semi-rigid shaft as if I were licking and ice cream.

Ass to mouth was only something I had learned about a couple of months before, so I was still relatively inexperienced at getting it right. It had taken me a while before being prepared to take on such a challenge. It was not something I could practice daily to get it right. I had, however, discovered what I considered was a unique way to see if I could fulfil this fantasy of many guys. Now was I ever glad for those nights in my University room practising with a Dildo.

To finish, I pulled the foreskin back and stuck my tongue out to caress his most sensitive nob. I felt him almost instantaneously become rock hard as I did so. I was about to give a blow job when Simon intervened, 'That's enough,' he barked, 'That's for later slut!'

I worked with each of the guys similarly, whilst those not receiving the attention at the time enjoyed using a belt to occasionally give semi-hard cracks against my back to remind me of my position and predicament.

At last, it was time for the last one, and Simon stepped up, but before doing so, he positioned me so that he could stick his finger deep into my anus with the hope of it coming out rather dirty.

He still made me clean up his fingers before commencing on his dick, becoming increasingly more erect. I suddenly realised why Simon had decided to go last. He stood over me as a smile of total contentment slowly came over his face as I worked his now hard, large and erect cock with my mouth and tongue, ensuring the 'nob' received a good working over.

The others watching were becoming more than a little jealous as the use of the belt across my bare back increased in both intensity and ferocity.

Finally, Simon grabbed my hair and pulling my face tightly against his balls so that his cock pushed deep inside my mouth, he climaxed, firing his load almost straight down my throat. I gagged as he held me tightly in place, enjoying both his pleasure and my discomfort.

After he pulled out, I was allowed to lay on the bed for only a couple of minutes as two of the men left the room. In the distance, I could hear running water, and I guessed what that might mean. It did not take long to discover that I was right.

 

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One of the young men grabbed my hair. I was forcibly pulled off the bed and out of the bedroom. I stumbled and fell, only for my hair to be pulled again like a rope to lead me in the direction the guys wanted me to go. As I walked like a dog on all fours into the bathroom, someone kicked my bare backside hard as an encouragement to hurry up.

Once inside, I had to look into the bath, which was rapidly filling with cold water.

'You need a good wash bitch; this will help. Get in.'

I hesitated as I watched the water nearing the top, and as I did so, my head was pushing into the water so that my face was submerged. The water was indeed cold to my face, which still stung from the slaps it had taken.

For the first time, as I held my breath, I wondered why I had been willing to take part in this event. It was a bit rougher than I was expecting. As they lifted my head out, I took a quick deep breath before it went under again. My only consolation was that I knew my willingness to cooperate brought a lot of pleasure to Simon and his friends.

My head was yanked out by the hair, and as the motion continued in an upward direction, I had no alternative but to follow and stand up.

The men grabbed me in any way and place that I could be, and in a second, I was lifted and dropped into the cold water. The shock once again made me cry out as I was immersed.

It was only now that I realised just how much the five guys must have rehearsed every detail of my ordeal, for one suddenly appeared through the door wearing a pair of wellington boots. He placed one foot over the bath and, with the help of the other guys holding me with their hands, pushed my head under the water with his foot. As I came up, I gasped for air and shivered at the same time before being forced under the water.

This happened on about five occasions before the next shock turned up.

I gasped and shivered once I was allowed to hold my head above the water. It was then I observed what was brought into the bathroom. Two of the guys were carrying two large bags of ice each. I did not need to be told what was to happen next. The bags were cut open, and the contents deposited into the water around me.

The water went from very cold to freezing almost immediately, and I began to shiver even more.

'Do you want out, you dirty whore?' I was asked.

'Yyyesss pp please,' I shivered.

'Ask us properly, you filthy stinking slut,' I was ordered.

'Please,' I begged, trying to gain enough breath to speak, 'Please, can I get out.'

'We will think about it for a while,' they replied as all five young men stood with arms crossed, watching me shiver and squirm in the freezing water.

'Okay,' Simon ordered, 'Let her out.' He paused then added, 'but let the water drain first.'

The baths plug was removed, and the water began to slowly drain away, but all too slowly for my liking. Once all that was left in the tub was me and the ice cubes, I was allowed out, which I had no hesitation in doing.

As I climbed out, one of the guys exploded, 'Look at her tits!'

Every eye, including mine, turned to my wholly inadequate breasts and my nipples. They were standing erect and hard. This was an unfortunate occurrence that I have had to contend with since puberty. Whenever I go into cold water of any sort, my nipples become almost instantly erect.

This sudden turn of events seemed to catch my kidnappers off guard. They had not expected this but soon decided to use the unexpected opportunity to their advantage and my acute and painful embarrassment.

'Quick,' Simon ordered, 'do we have any clothes pegs in the house?'

'What for?'

'Don't ask questions, just find some.'

'They are under the sink,' the guy whose rented house we were using answered as he hot-footed it down the stairs to find them.

'Tie the bitch up again on the bed face up and legs apart,' Simon ordered, as I was quickly marched back to the bedroom.

My hands were bound together in front of me, pulled back over my head, and secured to the headboard. At the same time, my feet were pulled apart and bound at the ankles to the corners of the bed.

Once I was as Simon wanted, he took two clothes pegs from his assistant and showed them to me, saying, 'Guess where these are going?'

I already knew.

'What are you going to do with them,' one of the others enquired.

'Clip them on those erect nipples,' Simon explained. 'When nipples are cold and erect like that, they are very tender, and this will be incredibly painful for the bitch. On the other hand, it will give us a lot of pleasure to watch her.'

'Not as much as if you used my little crocodile clips from my air pump in the car.' The one whose house we were in answered.

'Do you have some?' Simon asked almost ecstatically.

'Yes.'

'Then go and get them.'

While he went off again, I lay still wet and very cold and wondered if the young men were serious about using crocodile clips on one of my most intimate areas. However, I did not have long to wait.

'Here,' the young mad said, handing a long lead to Simon that had two nasty looking clips at the end, 'Will this do?'

Simon never said anything; he just smiled as he stood over me holding the cruel clips.

'Please no, not that?' I begged half-serious but also half wanting to see if I could cope should they be used. I was sure, however, these were being used to scare me and cause a reaction.

'I can't cope with her pleading,' Simon responded, 'Tape up her filthy mouth.'

Once I was silenced, Simon made towards my breasts with the metal clips. I played my part, straining on my bonds and squeaking through the tape covering my mouth. My eyes became big as I stared at the clips. Finally, to my great relief, Simon pulled back.

'Get some ice,' he ordered, 'and work it over her tits to get them hard again. They are starting to soften.

As my breasts received the attention of the ice from two of the other guys, Simon spoke.

'Your choice slut. You can wear these here,' he said, lowering the clips towards my breasts, 'or here.' He lightly touched my pussy with the ends.

I shrieked and shook my head at the second option.

'Tits it is then!'

I wriggled and shook my head, causing one of the guys to drop the ice he was using. I could feel and see that my nipples were solid, hard, cold and sitting proud and invitingly for some sort of torture once again.