She had just finished getting ready, looking at herself in the mirror without the coat on she looked like a porn star. The corset sat under her breasts and pushed them up and together and at the same time it emphasised her hourglass figure. The suspenders, attached to the corset, the lacy topped stockings, and the frilled bottom of the corset created a picture frame around her smooth mound, not a single hair covering her subtlety blushed folds anymore leaving her feeling a new type of nakedness. From behind, the way the corset narrowed her waist drew the eye down to her bare arse, now a perfect upside down heart with the way the corset was cut. She was lucky she was ready as a text came through.
‘Downstairs in ten minutes the red taxi is yours, he knows where you’re going.’
‘Tell me your name now.’
Amber replied as she put on the coat and did it up, looking at herself in the mirror, thankfully it covered enough to hide the tops of her stockings and she could easily be wearing a short dress underneath. But she wagered that most people who saw her in black heels, with her hair and makeup the way it was would instead be fantasising about her wearing something similar to what she really had on, if not less.
‘When you’re in the taxi and halfway here I’ll send you my name.’
She sighed and went downstairs. She saw the taxi pulling up and walked over.
“Amber?”
The driver said, looking her up and down.
She smiled,
“Yes that’s right, you know where I’m going right?”
He grinned in a friendly fashion as he watched her get into the back of his car, his eyes on her legs. She flashed him a cautious glance and he turned back around. She hoped she hadn’t flashed him anything else.
“Yes, yes, I know.”
He replied.
She wondered then what would happen if the taxi driver took her somewhere else. She’d always been told to be careful getting a taxi on her own. Not knowing where he was even meant to take her she was definitely in a very vulnerable position. Half an hour or so passed in silence as her stomach did backflips before a text came through. It was a different number than before and it was nothing more than a name.
‘Zak Nazar’
Amber didn’t recognise it. She used her phone to try and Google it but got nothing. Instead she went on the computer department’s website. After a while she managed to find a 29 year old man by the name of ‘Zaki al-Nazar’ who was apparently a post-doctoral student in the department with an Omani nationality, she wasn’t exactly sure where that was. Middle-eastern maybe? The site also had him listed as a member of staff, maybe something to do with the campus internet which could be how he got access to Millie’s search history? Or perhaps installing security cameras? Amber bit her tongue, finally figuring out how he might have gotten that video of her.
There wasn’t a picture of him though and she didn’t have time to try and find one as another message came through,
‘Walk towards the neon sign. Second alley on your left. Knock on the green door.’
Three simple instructions as the taxi came to a stop.
Amber suddenly panicked as she realised all she had on her was her phone and keys. What if it wasn’t paid for? The driver laid her fears to rest though.
“Okay, here you are.”
He turned around to smile at her, not looking as if he expected any money, instead trying to peak at her as she stepped out of the car in a not so subtle way, she managed to keep his eyes from spotting how little she was wearing though.
“Have a good night!”
She smiled sternly,
“Thanks, and you.”
Amber stepped out of the taxi hoping that he had dropped her off in the right location. She looked around and spotted the neon sign. Walking towards it she felt her heart rate rise as she saw the group of men standing outside a bar smoking below it. If she walked by with the way she looked she knew she’d get some comments from them. If they discovered what she was wearing, or more accurately, what she wasn’t wearing under the coat, what would they do? They were talking loudly to each other in a drunken way… She passed an alley on her left; it was the second he’d told her to go down.
She walked by the alley and saw some of the men noticing her coming, the bright pink coat not helping with her blending in, they’d not started to pay full attention to her yet though. As she got closer one of them turned to fully look at her, his eyes sweeping up and down before locking onto the amount of leg she was showing, he nudged his friend trying to get him to turn and look just as Amber came up to the second alley and she quickly slipped around the corner before the other man could turn to look at her. Walking quickly she searched for the green door he’d told her to knock on. She felt a little nauseous at how frightened she was, getting off the streets was her priority right now, even if she was walking into an ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ type situation.
She found the door further down the empty alley and took a breath before knocking three times. A hatch slid open, below eye height, which was odd. She bent over and looked in.
“H-hi, I think I was told to come here?”
There was a bright light shining out at her through the hole that stopped her seeing inside.
“Drop your coat on the floor.”
The voice was familiar, the man she’d spoken to, although without the distortion to his voice. She took in another breath, steeled her resolve and undid the tie on the coat letting it slip off and fall to the ground around her. She shivered to the cold air as she exposed her body to the night. Her light pink nipples hardened and a slightly goose bumping of her skin had happened as the air touched her breasts. The breeze between her legs was a new feeling and a chill told her that she was getting excited by the danger. The way her stomach twisted and heart raced was as thrilling as it was terrifying. She glanced back the way she came praying that the men didn’t decide to see where she went.
“Good, now come closer to the door.”
She stepped a bit closer.
“Closer than that!”
She looked puzzled, but stepped forward until she was nearly touching it. She noticed that the hole in the door was level with her breasts and it was at the same moment she saw the pair of hands reach through and grasp her breasts and tug, pulling her off balance, towards the door with a small yelp.
She stumbled forward turning her head so her cheek bumped against the door instead of her nose as her body was pressed up to the rough wood. Her hands slapped against the wood as she tried to push herself away from it.
“Ouch! Hey, what are you doing?!”
She quickly bit her tongue at how loud she had responded, hoping that none of the men around the corner had heard anything.
“Quiet. Stay still.”
She obeyed for her own sake, as she felt something wrapped around her breast. She realised that it was cord or a thin rope as he began to wind it around the base of her breast. As he did it squeezed tighter and tighter until it was a little painful. She kept silent though as the process was repeated on her other breast. After it was finished she tried to pull back to see what he’d done to her chest only to feel a tug that told her that the rope was fastened somehow and so now she was too.
She looked behind her at the coat on the floor and tried to stretch out her foot to pull it towards her but it was too far away, she cursed herself for not dropping it closer. She glanced back to the entrance of the alley. Fastened as she was, she was helpless if anyone decided to come this way. Thoughts of what they might do if they found her in this predicament filled her imagination. Her fears were addressed momentarily though as the door began to move. Swinging inwards it pulled her in as she was forced to take little steps to keep up with her breasts.
“Ah~!”
She made a sound of discomfort and hissed under her breath. The door opened to ninety degrees before a metal click sounded. The bright light that had shone back at her previously was gone now. There was a moment of silence and she struggled to move away, finding her breasts still held her, she tugged at the door but it was held in place too.
“Why are you doing this? I came here didn’t I, I’ll do what you want.”
She pouted angrily.
“I want you to put your hands behind your back.”
She glanced around as he walked past the door to behind her, not quite catching sight of him in the relative darkness of the room. He looked of average build though, maybe taller than average.
He didn’t wait for her to comply as he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled it behind her,
“You don’t need to be so rough Zak. I said I’d let you… fuck me.”
She swallowed nervously, this was more extreme than she’d thought it was going to get, at least this quick. This was a mistake, she realised. He tied her wrists together behind her back, her arms bent so that her hands were between her shoulders, palms together. He pulled her back and she expected a tug from her breasts, surprised to find that they were free now and she could move away from the door. A rope trailed from either breast that must have been tied off earlier to stop her moving. He took each rope and placed them over her shoulders, tying them to her wrists. It held her hands tight to her back between her shoulders and if she struggled to free them or even tried to adjust them too much it’d pull painfully at her breasts, forcing her to keep her arms still.
“This is a bit much, I mean, I know what I said but could we do it without the ropes?”
“Do you want to back out of the deal Amber?”
He asked coldly. She struggled to turn and see his face but he held her wrists and so turning just tugged at her breasts, forcing her to stay still.
She paused for a moment before shaking her head,
“No, it’s fine…”
“So you want me to fuck you, yes?”
She hesitated. She’d come this far. It was nearly over.
“Yes.”
She mumbled as she whimpered softly. She gasped then as his fingers pushed into her mouth, making a sound of discomfort she opened her mouth as she could tell he wanted. As she did he pushed something inside, which forced her jaw wider still. It was a metal ring and it held her mouth wide open. She made an inaudible sound of protest but was unable to stop him as her struggles just painfully tugged at her plump breasts.
“‘aahh ‘aaar ‘oo ‘ooehn”
“Good…”
He said as he fastened the ring gag behind her head stealing her ability to talk or close her jaw.
“Written and verbal confirmation that I can do anything I like to you. You realise you’re completely at my mercy now don’t you?”
He landed a sharp slap on her rear that elicited a cry from Amber, warped by the metal ring that held open her mouth. Oh God, what had she agreed to? Now with the gag in she realised she had no way to tell him to stop, that she’d changed her mind. Had she had misread just how cruelly he had been tormenting her? Her own perversions taking some pleasure out of him making her humiliate herself the way she had, warping how unkind he seemed. She had trusted him more than she should coming here. She felt suddenly scared as she cried into the gag, asking him to stop, trying to tell him that she’d changed her mind, but her message was not conveyed
“Let’s start by putting this on properly shall we.”
She was pushed forward again, pressed against the door as he held her there with one hand undoing the bottom of the corset with the other where the lace tied together. His hand was removed from her back as he began to roughly tug at the ribbon that crisscrossed between the eyelets of the corset. She furrowed her brow as he tightened it forcefully, making her suck in her middle as he did. By the time he was done she could only take half a breath and was made to stand more upright, unable to twist or bend at the middle. She tried to call out to him, to communicate that it was too tight or that she wanted to speak,
“Nnn- Staap~”
But he ignored her pleas.
Letting her go he walked away from her, which allowed her, for the first time to turn and see her blackmailer turned captor. He wasn’t familiar, a man with olive toned skin, neither handsome nor ugly, he had a dark beard and matching black hair, wore a plain white shirt, blue jeans and dark trainers, he was very unassuming and not what she had expected. Although she wasn’t sure what she had expected.
He smiled as he pushed the door that had until now stayed open. She’d been too scared by what was happening to her to think much more of the men outside, if anything they had been a chance at salvation rather than a danger given the situation. The door shut with a metal click as he stretched out his hand to reveal something hanging from a thin rope, a large metal hook. But instead of a point there was a metal ball about the size of a ping pong. Her heart skipped in fear.
“This will help your posture.”
He said with a grin that scared her. He pushed the ball into her mouth and moved it about, she tried to turn away but he clutched her chin.
“I’d make it nice and wet if I was you.”
She looked confused as she gasped for air as he slipped it back out and moved behind her. She realised quickly where it was going as she felt the wet cold metal against her small clenched rear hole. She screamed and tried to step forward, but he grabbed hold of her wrists and the ropes tugged at her breasts pulling them upwards painfully. Her body yielded to the pressure he exerted to the metal ball as she felt herself stretch to let it inside her before she clenched back around the thin metal rod the ball was fixed to, holding it inside herself.
“Hold it there, drop it and you’ll just make me think I need a bigger one.”
She whimpered and held still as he began to plait her hair, doing as he said as she didn’t doubt he’d carry out his threat. She felt him plaiting something other than her hair into the braid he was making of her tresses he finished tying it off and then she felt a tug to her hair, forcing her head back painfully. She was made to stare at the ceiling as at the same time the ball inside her was pushed up deeper into her, the curled metal rod pulling up and back at her rear hole like a beckoning finger. She raised her arse, arching her back as much as possible as she squealed in shock and protest as she realised the plait of her hair was being tied to the other end of the hook that was in her arse. Tied tight by a rope that was plaited into her hair her head was forced back, trying to lower her chin tugged at her hole in a stretching fashion that was both humiliating and uncomfortable. She felt like a tightly strung bow.
She watched him through the side of her eyes as he moved back around in front of her, only moving her eyes to follow him as her head was held in place. He grasped her breasts, slightly swollen under the pressure of the ropes wrapped around them, making her cry out as he did. He gave a small tug guiding her to walk forward. She followed, with little choice otherwise. Walking was awkward with the rope pulling back her head she couldn’t see where she was going and it forced her back to arch each step giving an uncomfortable tug to the metal hook and causing her to grunt as it did. He led her to a wooden table of some sort. She looked at it suspiciously although it looked perfectly mundane, although it was fixed to the floor. He pushed her hips up to it and pressed at her back.
“Bend over, rest yourself on here.”
He said patting the table top.
Ah, she knew what was coming, she thought in resignation as she bent over. She had agreed to it, but now it was completely out of her control to stop him or change her mind. She couldn’t even tell him to slow down or make sure he didn’t do anything they hadn’t agreed to. She only had his word that he wouldn’t and she wasn’t sure she could trust that right now.
As he leant her over the table she noted that it was too narrow for her to rest on properly, maybe a foot and a half across. Only her abdomen was supported, her breasts and shoulders hung over the other side. He laid a strap over the narrowest part of her waist and fed it through a loop on the table securing it tightly and therefore her, down against the flat wooden surface.
She realised suddenly the consequence of the narrow table as she tried to relax. She had to keep her shoulders held up and her neck arched against gravity now. If she relaxed, her head would slump forward and the curled metal hook would pull at her rear hole. She was forced to keep her body tensed and noticed how quickly this was going to be a problem. She called out into her gag pleading for him to stop and let her up as she struggle to stand back up, but the strap across her back held her down. She kicked her legs.
“Shhh, I’ll get you comfortable in a minute.”
He said soothingly, although she doubted his words. He tied a loop of rope around her left ankle and then moved to her left side, feeding the end through a metal ring affixed to the corner of the table on the side her hips were pressed against, about level with them. He repeated the process on her right ankle, a second metal ring level with her hips on the right side of the table. And then he walked around in front of her where Amber could see him.
Her eyes widened in horror and she cried out as he walked back pulling the ropes. The metal rings at either side of her acting as pulleys that tugged her feet apart. The move dragged her legs apart and then up off the floor, putting more of her weight down on her stomach making it more of a struggle to breath. She cried for him to stop, the view from behind would be as if her legs were the hands of a clock being moved from half past six to quarter past nine.
“Staah-p!”
As he continued to pull, lifting her legs up further and further until he finally yielded once her legs were nearly at a full 180° angle, parallel with the table top. The whole process left her doing the splits, laying on a table, head arched back and arse stuck up. She felt strung out like a tightly pitched tent, another inch in any direction and she was sure she’d snap. She whimpered as he tied off the ropes that held her ankles the feeling of complete vulnerability sinking in as she realised how exposed and at his mercy she really was now.
Walking around her he smiled at his handiwork as Amber glared daggers at him. Laughing he landed a hard swat down on her rear gaining a high pitched yelp for doing so.
“See, much more comfortable right?”
“NNnn”
Amber moaned into the gag in annoyance.
“No?”
He landed another slap on her rear.
“You’re right! I’ve forgotten something.”
Amber whimpered again, cursing herself for complaining, not wanting to find out what else he could do to her. A loud crack next to her made her jump but no pain followed as she saw that the leather crop beside her breast had struck the table instead. Panic built at the anticipation of what was to come.
“You just came in from the cold. But this will give you a nice warm glow.”
He laughed as he cracked it against her rear.
Amber squealed and jolted forward; each flinch tugged her hair, breasts, arse and groin in a barrage of non-ignorable discomforts, each different in the way they alighted her senses. She cried out as he began to land blows down on her thighs, the sensitive flesh of her inner leg fully exposed to his lack of mercy.
He landed one last one on the folds of her pussy, softer than the others but it still got the loudest reaction from Amber, in truth all the blows hadn’t been excessively hard, but the fear that the next one could be was causing Amber the most discomfort.
“Had enough?”
“Yaah-!”
Amber cried out, as a trail of spit dripped from her chin.
“Want me to stop this and fuck you now?”
Amber paused, but the loud snap of the crop against the table forced her to answer eagerly.
“Yaahh! Yahh, Fuu- Mmm”
“Good girl.”
He said in a tone trying to sooth and encourage her as he stroked his fingers between the pink folds of her pussy. She cried out as he spread her open and then slipped two fingers inside of her, there was nothing she could do to stop him and so she whimpered and gasped as he explored her body at his leisure.
“Mmm…Nice and tight.”
He said with a pleased tone as he spread his fingers inside her stretching her slightly to the protests of her cries at being violated.
Slipping his fingers out of her he walked back around the table in front of Amber. He slipped his fingers into her mouth forcing her to taste herself as he used her tongue to exchange her wetness for her saliva. Her tongue tried to push his fingers away and then to hide from their touch but it was a hopeless effort, she gagged slightly as he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth than she was comfortable with.
“Now, now. I saw that you could take a cock deeper than that with your little lesbian friend. She refused to test your limits for me though, so let’s give that a go now shall we?”
Amber’s eyes widened in panic as she noticed he’d removed his cock from his jeans,
“Nnn-”
He ignored her refusal as he took hold of her chin and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth silencing her fully. She scowled up at him as he smiled back pushing himself forward she clenched her eyes shut and struggled to swallow his shaft. He wasn’t huge, but then he didn’t need to be to reach the limits of her throat. She gagged as he slipped himself down her throat, her head lifted up and back by the hook was creating the perfect line to let him do so.
He held himself there for a moment as Amber’s fists clenched and unclenched and her eyes watered as she was suffocated by the cock shoved unceremoniously down her gullet. Finally pulling back his hips and letting her gasp for air as a trail of drool ran from Amber’s mouth to the floor. She whimpered sounds of defeat as he slipped himself back in again, pressing himself forward until her nose was nestled in his dark pubic hair. Her eyes watered as he repeated the process several more times with a deep grunting sound.
“A girl with a body like yours that can deep throat too… wow. You were made to fuck, you know that Amber? It’s not often you find a jewel like you.”
She couldn’t really take it as a compliment as she scornfully stared up at him as he slowly slid himself in and out of her mouth, held open by the metal ring. She felt relief once he finally stopped fucking her throat, but it was short lived as he walked back around the table, she feared what was to come. She whimpered a plea to stop.
Running the head of his cock, wet with her saliva, up and down her slit he used his fingers to spread her pussy as he slowly pressed the head of his member inside her.
“If you’d been a virgin you’d have been the perfect woman.”
He said as he slammed himself forward with a quick thrust, causing her to cry out as he buried himself deep in her pussy without regard for her comfort.
“Though then I wouldn’t get to feel this tight cunt gripping my cock, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.”
He fucked her rough and hard, grabbing hold of her wrists for leverage as he did. His grip on her wrists was a blessing and a curse as it took some of the strain off of keeping her back arched but at the same time tugged at her bound breasts, strung up to keep her wrists in place behind her. They throbbed with the way they were tied into two blushing orbs. He pounded against her, her legs spread so wide that he could go as deep as possible, it was almost too deep for Amber, but she bared it.
She heard his grunts and moans getting more eager as she sensed he was about to cum. Each thrust into her sensitive embrace earned a small cry from her spread mouth. She closed her eyes tightly through the whole ordeal but they shot open as near the end he changed his grip to the rope that ran from her hair, pulling it, forcing the hook up and stretching her rear hole as he did. She cried out, her body tensing to resist, her pussy noticeably tensing around his cock, as he let out a cry alongside hers for a different reason. Flinching forward she felt the pulse of his shaft followed by the warmth of him shooting his load deep inside her. She gave a small sob at the feeling of being used by him. He slumped on top of her as he re-caught his breath. There was nothing she could do to shift him off of her so she tolerated it even as he still rested inside her.
He eventually lifted himself off of her and slipped out of her sore, abused hole and walked back around the table. She eyed him with a ‘don’t you dare’ look that he smirked and pressed his cock back into her mouth forcing the taste of both herself and his cum onto her tongue. She tried to cry out, but he gagged her sufficiently as he used her mouth to leave only her salvia on his shaft. Still fucking her mouth he looked down at her.
“Want that thing out of your arse?”
She tried to mumble a sound to signify she did, as he jammed his re-hardening cock down her throat. He held it there for several seconds as she struggled before slipping it back out causing her to gasp for air.
“Blink twice and I’ll take it out-”
She nearly blinked immediately.
“-but we’ll enjoy some rough anal sex instead.”
She was glad she held back. She would rather bear the uncomfortable position than let him fuck her like that. She narrowed her eyes hatefully, but didn’t blink, worryingly he grinned. Kneeling down he took something out from under the table. It was another hook, her eyes widened, she didn’t want to know where this one was going!
It was smaller than the other and as he placed it in her mouth and fed the cord that ran from the eyelet on the end through the loop of rope between her breasts she started to worry. He pulled something else out too, holding it up for her to see, it was a solid metal cylinder of some sort, with a hook on the top.
“Then I’ll leave you with this as you make up your mind.”
He fixed the metal weight to the end of the rope that ran to her bound breasts and then her mouth. She gasped as she felt its effects instantly. Not only did it pull on her swollen bound breasts painfully pulling down on them like she was being milked by a giants hands using too tight of a grip. It also pulled at her lower jaw trying to make her drop her head down and in turn pull at the other hook in her arse. She struggled against it, feeling the strain in her body, her neck aching as she struggled to keep her head lifted.
Each degree her head fell and her back straightened was another fraction of an inch she spread herself. She called out catching his glance and against her better judgement, as she finally couldn’t take anymore she blinked twice. He just stared at her. She looked at him in panic and blinked again crying out for relief. As he stood there watching her his lips curled upwards and she panicked that he was going to leave her like this now. She blinked frantically, non-stop, as she cried out whilst she struggled to keep her head high.
Finally the weight was lifted and she made a sound of relief.
“Now that is more like the enthusiasm I want from a sex slave.”
He laughed as she heard the sounds of a knife through rope as the rope between her hair and arse was cut letting her finally slump forward and hang over the table as she felt relatively relaxed, still doing the splits that is. She spat the hook out of her mouth onto the floor. Her relaxation was fleeting though as he grabbed hold of the hook in her arse and wiggled it roughly getting a cry of shock from Amber.
“Don’t relax just yet. You better get me nice and lubed up with that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She lifted her head to look at his now fully erect cock she hesitated before giving in and slowly moved her head forward to slip the head of him into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly and began to slowly move her head back and forth, using her tongue to do the best she could to cover him with spittle. She ignored the voice that informed her that this was the first time she had complied with him doing something since she got here, everything else he’d taken from her by force.
He pulled back leaving a trail of saliva humiliatingly on her bottom jaw, she looked up at him as he took hold of her chin and lifted it, wiping the drool from her mouth.
“Thank me for letting you do that.”
He said with a voice that was both stern and cheerful.
She swallowed,
“Thaan- -oou.”
She mumbled through the gag.
He grinned as he walked back around behind her and Amber cursed herself some more for having just thanked a man who was going to fuck her arse against her will. He slipped the hook out and she noticed how much smaller the ball felt leaving than it had entering her. She’d never let anyone do this before, she’d played with plugs and the occasional small set of beads, but never something this size. She thought in fear as she felt him pressing at her small clenching hole. He pushed against it and with her legs spread as they were she had no escape, no resistence beyond her own tightness as he slid himself into her with a deep moan and a squeal from Amber.
It was painful, slightly, but nowhere near as bad as she had feared. He began at a slower pace than he had on her other hole, thankfully. He got her used to his size and added his own spit to help lubricate her. She relaxed the best she could, knowing it would hurt more to fight it. It wasn’t long though, before he built up the pace and the depth with which he thrust himself into her. Not long until his hips slapped at her rear with a smacking sound that she couldn’t block out. She felt the slapping of his balls against her pussy with each forcefully thrust and let out an involuntary cry each time she did as it signified him sk$$$$$ng her to her deepest.
He gripped her buttocks firmly, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as he fucked her this time. Pulling at her cheeks, pulling her back into him as much as he could, the belt around her waist holding her still on the table. She gasped as he let go with one hand only to bring it back down hard and fast, spanking her forcefully, she clenched at that and he obviously enjoyed the sensation. She found herself enduring a barrage of non-rhythmic spankings to either cheek as he continued to fuck her. Not being able to tell when the next blow would land, she would find herself flinching repeatedly in both anticipation and pain as he strike hit with an echoing slap followed quickly by a high pitched cry from Amber of shock and pain.
He stopped suddenly as he groaned, she felt himself lifting himself up as he gripped the edge of the table she was hanging over, laying on top of her as he started to thrust himself down into her, hard and fast, slamming her mound and hips against the table top roughly as he rutted her without mercy. He wrapped his hand around her throat, lifting her head as he pressed his mouth against the back of her neck, biting softly and sucking. Amber cried out at how hard and fast he was fucking her and the cry cracked into a whimper at the feel of him biting her weak point.
Finally he stopped thrusting as he held himself deep inside her and she felt the familiar pulse followed by the flood of warmth deep inside her that told her he’d cum, not that she needed to feel that to know as he groaned into her ear with a rough, guttural voice that told her he was spent. She let out a whimper of a cry as he came inside her used body, feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat for him to fuck.
He slid off of her and thankfully didn’t force her to clean him again with her mouth, she wasn’t sure she could deal with that. Instead she heard his footsteps leaving as she sat in silence, the feel of cum dripping over her folds chilling her both physically and emotionally. She glanced about in worry, realising he had left. He would come back right? She was unable to remove herself from the position he’d bound her. If he left her here, how long would it be before someone found her and who would it be? Would they even let her go if they did? She gulped and whimpered as she prayed he hadn’t just left her here. But then, surely he wasn’t done with her yet anyway…
The minutes pass as Amber struggles to find new ways to ease her discomfort. Her groin throbs with the pain of her legs being stretched out, forced into the splits, for so long; not to mention how the position prevented any relief for her abused holes that were still humiliatingly filled with the cum of the man who’d so roughly used her. Her shoulders burned with wrenching pain at being twisted back the way they were and any attempts to adjust them would tug at the plump pink orbs on her chest, the rope now digging in deeper as she swore they’d swollen under the ravishment.
The least of her pains was bad enough, her jaw aching from being held open so wide, she gave up trying not to drool over herself, her chin wet with her saliva. She wondered how much of a mess she looked, even if she didn’t really want the answer.
How much longer would he leave her here?
She wondered mournfully.
Almost a direct answer to her question, she heard the sound of footsteps and looked up to see Zaki returning. At first she thought it was another man and froze in terror. He had a shine to his slick backed black hair, was clean shaven and wearing a tailored suit. It made him look younger and more handsome and also annoyed her as she realised he’d gone and showered and cleaned up whilst leaving her here in such a state. She noticed something he was carrying that was out of place with his new appearance, a metal bucket. She puzzled over it momentarily before it was placed on the ground behind her out of sight and she felt something warm and wet slap against her pussy, she cried out in shock.
“Just soap and water. Relax.”
He said as she felt, what was apparently a sponge being wiped between her legs, cleaning her of what he had done to her. He moved around to her front and wiped at her chin and bottom jaw with the same sponge making her cringe in distaste. Moving back to the bucket she heard the sound of swooshing water,
“Clean water now, no soap… But it is a little cold.”
He said, explaining to her in an offhanded way with a small chuckle as she felt something pressed against her rear entrance and then a frightening chill filled her up as she screamed in shock as water filled her. The same treatment was given to her pussy several times before he splashed water on her to clean her off. She couldn’t stop crying out at how cold it was, too cold to get used to. She shivered and he moved back around with the bucket, wiping her chin and mouth with a cloth that she hoped hadn’t just been used elsewhere…
Apparently satisfied that he’d freshened her up, he left again and she hoped he wasn’t planning to leave her here in this position. That hope was quickly answered as he returned with a stride to his step. She saw a knife in his hand and her eyes bolted open in horror as she started to scream and cry out. He noticed her reaction and made a tutting sound.
“Stupid whore, I’m not going to kill you. What sort of man do you think I am?”
He cut the rope that dug into her breasts, carefully, then those around her wrists and finally undoing the rope that held up her legs. Her feet fell to the ground and she grasped at her breasts as the blood flow returned to normal, a new pain coming with it that squeezing and rubbing them seemed to soothe to some degree. He undid the belt holding her to the table and she quickly stood up and backed away from him staring at him like he was a viper about to strike, although with the ring in her mouth the expression she made must have been rather humorous. He just smiled back at her.
“Do you want me to remove the gag?”
He asked, holding out his hand. She took a moment to think about it before moving over to him cautiously. He undid it as he’d suggested he would and she spat it free as he took it from her. Working her jaw up and down she wondered if she could have ever closed her mouth again if he’d kept it in there much longer! He pointed to a door.
“Bathroom is in there. He threw her a towel that she caught and then placed a bag on the table. Clean up and change into that. There’s some basic makeup supplies in there too so freshen yourself up with. Use them.”
She stared at him as though he spoke another language before she tried to speak.
“Wh-why-”
She coughed, her voice hoarse as she noted the slight pain in her throat, the pain bringing back the vivid memory of his cock forcing its way down her oesophagus. She started to tug at the plait he’d made of her hair as she spat words at him.
“Why the fuck would I do anything else you asked?”
He looked at with a serious glare and knitted his brow.
“This is exactly what you agreed to Amber. Don’t forget. I’ve not done anything outside of what we said I could even if it wasn’t what you expected. Besides, the deal still stands and you’re nearly done holding up your end of the bargain.”
He grinned,
“If you were going to back out I would have advised doing it before you let me try out each of your holes. Otherwise it will have all been for nothing… not that I’m complaining.”
“I-I didn’t agree to this! I-”
He interrupted her.
“But you did! Both in writing and verbally before we began-”
He pointed to the camera in the corner.
“Which, with some careful editing and ’losing’ some of the tapes, I’m sure we can make it seem more genuine, if you were thinking of telling anyone otherwise.”
He picked up the bag and pressed it into her hands.
“Now, go, freshen up and get changed into this. Take off everything you’re currently wearing except the heels and put it in the bag before coming out.”
Amber swallowed and frowned. She wanted to leave, she didn’t trust him anymore, not that she ever really did. But he was right that she had come too far. If she walked away after letting him do what he did to her then it really would all have been for nothing. If she continued she could at least convince herself that she had had the conviction to go through with this all along and that it had all had some meaning; protecting her secret. At least that was the excuse she used to delude herself. She slowly walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.
“You’ve got 30 minutes so hurry up.”
Amber used the toilet, the effect of the water he’d put inside her requiring it, washed herself some more and dried as she started to remove the outfit he’d made her wear in the first place. She had the most trouble with the corset that he’d tightened beyond need and after finally getting the hooks undone she felt a great relief as she threw it aside. She looked at her body in the mirror, her breasts were now a soft blush with a light pink line running across the top where the rope had been and there were small pink lines around her midsection from the corset. Her pussy had a red glow to it too and a soreness to go along with it.
She felt no desire to fix her makeup, that had held up surprisingly well given the circumstance, but not wanting to find out what he’d do to her if she ignored him she did what she could. The spare makeup supplies were actually better than she’d expected and made her wonder why he’d have all these products. There was not much time for that though as she heard a knock on the door.
“5 minutes Amber.”
She grimaced and grabbed the bag of clothes to see what he’d given her this time, wondering if she was going to be able to get it all on in time if it was anything like the last outfit. She was surprised by what she found though as she slipped into the garments. A small black thong with a wide lace band than ran up and over her hips, though the crotch was small enough that it barely covered her folds. Next were a pair of black stockings, with a lace design at the top to match her underwear, they were hold ups so no suspenders were needed.
Finally there was a black dress, which surprisingly, covered her modesty. It was tight and short, fitting her form closely and coming up high enough to reveal the lace of her stockings. The material had an elasticity to it that allowed it to hug every contour and, oddly, there was a separate section that her breasts fit into, that were cupped and supported by it. But it covered her appropriately so she couldn’t complain. In fact, a quick glance in the mirror and she realised she looked almost respectable enough to go out clubbing, if not for the visible tops of the stockings, not that that would stop some girls.
She opened the door after taking a moment to harden her resolve, she was told to put the heels back on and walked back out into the room she’d been bound up naked in, not so long before. Zaki smiled at her.
“Good, now hold out your arms.”
Amber hesitated before doing what he said, as his hands moved towards one of hers she quickly withdrew them.
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
She asked accusatorily.
“You agreed to this Amber.”
He said in an annoyed tone with an exasperated sigh.
“I- I don’t want to be tied up again or anything like that.”
She said in a soft voice, he seemed to sense her lack of conviction or perhaps just the hint of fear in her tone and shook his head with a tutting sound.
“Fine, leave then, and I’ll post the video of you stealing to the police; those of you fucking yourself silly to everyone on campus; and you fucking another girl to your parents!”
He turned around and threw up his hands cursing in another language.
Amber’s eyes widened as she felt her stomach fall,
“No! I-I did what- I let you fuck me!”
She yelled angrily.
He turned back around, smiling at her reaction, knowing he had her.
“Then put your arms out and be quiet. I promise not to tie you up in such and uncomfortable position again and I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to. How about that?”
She swallowed,
“What are you going to do then?…”
“I don’t have to answer that. If you want to leave you can, but you know what it means. Now. Give. Me. Your. Arm.”
He scowled as he threw the words at her. She relented and let him take hold of her wrist as he began to wrap a silk ribbon around it, rolling it around several times before doing a few laps around her fingers and thumb until they were held in an open palm position.
“Turn around.”
He told her, even as she was forced to do so anyway, as he twisted her arm. She hissed in discomfort as he took hold of her other wrist and brought her arms together behind her back as he started to repeated the winding around her other wrist, this time binding it tightly to her first. He continued up her forearms before wrapping around her elbows, pulling tightly to tug them together and force her to jut her chest forward as she grunted in some discomfort, before he tied off the sash. Her forearms and palms were held firmly together behind her back.
“Now, open up.”
He said as he reached over and pressed something against Amber’s lips.
She tried to turn away from it, as she recognised the metal ring.
“No, not again I don’t wan- ahh -nnnn!”
She tried to tell him to stop but as she did he slipped the edge of the ring in and that, with the force of him pulling the leather strap back was enough to encourage her mouth to open to prevent the discomfort of the metal pressing against her lips and gums. She scowled and made a sound of anger as he refastened the gag in place, her jaw was still sore from the first time wearing it.
“You really are much more pleasant to be around when you can’t talk…”
He said with a smirk, noting her look of annoyance. As he wrapped a strap around her neck she widened her eyes and struggled not knowing what he was doing, thinking he was about to strangle her. He quickly finished putting it on her though and she instantly recognised it as a collar once he had. It was humiliating to be collared, but it didn’t compare to what he’d done already so she couldn’t feel too flustered by it, even as he attached the leash.
“Come on then.”
He said as he started to walk, holding tightly to the leash and thus forcing her to follow. She struggled to walk at his quick pace in her heels. Her arms bound behind her back as they were, was making keeping balance a task in itself.
He made her walk towards the door he’d come out of, she followed him past a staircase through a doorway or two and suddenly it was like they’d entered a different building. The stark contrast was jolting as Amber suddenly found herself in a well decorated upper-class waiting room. There was heating, nice furniture, the faint smell of flowers and even some background music. Amber’s eyes flickered around at the surreal transition, processing all the new sights and trying to work out what was about to happen to her based on where she was. He knocked on a door and it was opened by a large man, who looked more like a shaved gorilla than a person. He eyed them both, his gaze lingering on Amber in a way that terrified her, thoughts of what he was going to do to her raced through her mind as she froze like a rabbit in headlights.
Instead, after sweeping his gaze over both of them he stepped aside and let them in, Zaki giving him barely a moments notice. Amber had no desire to enter the unknown room, but the leash didn’t give her much choice. They were greeted by an older, smiling man. Him and Zaki exchanged greetings in a foreign language and Amber struggled to pick up any words she could understand. They switched back and forward between a foreign language and English letting Amber understand only part of what was going on.
“…yes, yes, I know I said a few weeks but things moved faster than I thought so…”
Zaki continued in what Amber was thinking might be Arabic? It had lots of the sounds she would associate with it from what she’d seen in movies and such. Another line in English perked Amber’s ears.
“I’m sure they aren’t that upset or inconvenienced by it.”
“And next month?”
The older man asked in an irked tone, speaking in English for the first time.
“I’ll have another sharia, don’t worry I already have…”
The conversation continues in the other language.
“…not quite as good, but then what could be compared to this one?”
He sighed,
“Okay Zaki, but only because I could get him on the Sat Phone, otherwise we’d be in trouble next month for not giving him this opportunity.”
The conversation was over with that apparently as Zaki tugged the leash, making Amber follow after him as they approached a large door.
“Now… I’d suggest behaving, as you know I’m not beyond punishment.”
He grinned,
“But in all honesty, a little struggling won’t exactly hurt.”
He chuckled.
She trembled in fear and glanced around with wild panic as she backed away from him as much as the leash would let. The collar tightened against her pulling and a slight tug forced her to step back in position. She had no idea what was going on and it was more terrifying than she had expected it to be, simply imaging all the possible horrors that could be behind the door. She shook her head and cried out as his hand moved towards the handle. He opened it and walked through pulling Amber along against her wishes as she stumbled behind him into the room full of people. Full, is perhaps an overstatement for the dozen and a half or so people that stood around talking with drinks in hand, but it was enough to feel like a full room given the size of it and Amber’s mental state.
He walked her through the room, past the gazes, Amber’s fear had subsided a little at the sight of what appeared to be normal people dressed in expensive clothes drinking wine and chatting civilly, not the room full of naked men wanting to ravish her that was one of the many horrors she had been fearing. The way they looked at her was unnerving though. There was the obvious lust as their eyes studied her body, but these was an odd calculation to them, like they were almost considering something that Amber was not privy to.
Amber was walked to the middle of the room, onto a small platform that put her shoulder height above the heads of the crowd. Zaki manhandled her to have her stand still, facing most of the crowd and the door she came through, looking out with a pleading stare at the looks that could best be described as amused, staring back. He turned her collar so the leash was fixed to the back of her neck and then ran it through a loop between her wrists before fixing it to a rope that was hoisted up towards the ceiling. As it raised it forced Amber’s arms to raise behind her, strapped together as they were she couldn’t bend them and it twisted both her shoulders forcing her to bend over as she cried out in pain. As she bent the collar tightened against her throat choking her, giving her no choice other than to arch her back as she bent at the waist. She cried out at the painful position that left her bent forward jutting her chest out awkwardly. If she struggled to turn, one of her shoulders would twist painfully, walking backwards would lift her arms higher and walking forward strangled her more. So she was held in place by a single rope, with only a few inches freedom to move in any direction.
There was a small amused murmur from the crowd as they watched her predicament. Zaki moved back into view and as she stared death at him, he reached for her chest. She watched in confusion as he fiddled with the seam of the section of the dress her breasts were pressed into and as he found what he was looking for her look turned to horror. A zip was pulled along the seam unfastening it in its wake until the small pouch fell away letting Amber’s breasts fall free to the viewing of anyone who looked. As they were freed she heard a sound from the crowd, as you’d expect from the unveiling of a statue or a painting and she felt a flush of humiliation at how some part of her liked the admiration she felt, even if this situation was horrifying. Not stopping there though, he took hold of the sides of her dress and pulled causing the fabric to bunch and lift up over her rear and up to her waist, she gasped as she wondered how little the small thong covered as she pressed her legs together as much as she could. Bent over and arched as she was though, she knew there was little she could do to hide her modesty.
Zaki walked out in front of her and addressed the crowd. She watched his back as he spoke in the language she didn’t understand, only able to imagine what he might be saying. She knew that whatever he was saying it was going to be something she wasn’t happy about. She tried to swallow as she counted the number of men in the room, getting to around fourteen, a dozen more men than she had been with by choice… she shivered at the vision of them lining up and using her. Zaki switched to what Amber recognised as French, though her familiarity with the language wasn’t enough to actually decipher anything he was saying. There were fewer women in the crowd and most appeared to be accompanying the men there, one however, was not, Amber thought as their eyes met. The woman gave a smile at catching her eye and bit her bottom lip as her eyes swept down Amber’s body and then back to her eyes in a way that made her shiver. She looked away, trying not to meet anyone else’s gaze. It let her know that they were there because of their lust for her though, not that she’d needed that confirmed exactly.
Zaki spoke in English then and she realised he was repeating his speech in the three languages. That made her more curious about the identities of the people in the room. None of her conclusions made her more comfortable as she realised they had probably all travelled a good distance just for this…
“Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I am pleased to present you with the beautiful SYT you see beside me. English is her only language, so whilst I speak it, I apologies for perhaps being a little cryptic. She doesn’t know why she is here after all.”
He grinned as the crowd gave a laugh that worried her. She felt pure terror as she realise, perhaps a little belated, that this had gone completely past the agreement they had made. Any hope she’d had that this would be over soon melted away. What was going to happen to her?
“A natural gal who stands at 5’ 7’, with measurements of 36-24-36. She is considerably flexible, capable of holding a full side splits position for quite some time. She can also provide pleasure with any of her holes without much issue. She is proficient in providing oral sex to either gender. No tattoos or scars other than a small birthmark on her hip. No physical or mental ailments, illnesses or diseases. She is a natural double d-cup and her breasts are still very pert and firm. You’ll see that her areolas and labia are both a lovely shade of pink and that her skin is pale and free from any blemishes or freckles. Feel free to inspect her whilst you consider if you’ll… well, let’s leave her to guess what is to come, shall we?”
He grinned again as he moved away to get himself a glass of wine.
Amber stood there in shock with a panicked look in her eyes wondering what the hell that thorough description of her had been about. Why would they want to know all that? And the detail of some things he said made her flush with shame. She didn’t have much time to think to herself as several people stepped up onto the platform. She whimpered and tried to move away, but as some of the moved behind her there was no such luxury.
The man in front of her gripped her chin and lifted her head as he stared at her mouth. She whimpered as she expected him to get his cock out and start to force her to suck it, the details of Zaki’s talk making her think that they were expecting to use the ‘holes’ he spoke of. When he didn’t she felt only confusion, instead he seemed to be inspecting her, as he pulled back her lips she realised he was looking at her teeth and gums.
A hand on her rear caused her to jump and she squealed as her thong was pushed aside to reveal her bare mound. The hand touched at her softly, pressing at her and lightly pushing her lips apart. She clenched her eyes and was surprised by the fact that the touching didn’t progress, she realised she was being inspected as if she was something to be bought…
Her eyes widened in horror. That was what this was. She was going to be sold!?! To one of these people? Oh fuck this was bad. She felt a tear roll down her face as a sob cracked in the back of her throat and she wondered what she’d gotten herself into. She had told herself that it could all be over tonight and had under estimated Zaki.
The video she had been worried about suddenly felt like a small thing to be concerned about in light of this. She wondered if Zaki thought he could get away with something like this, but the fact that he was doing it and the seeming professionalism of this crowd told her that not only did he think he could, but he probably had done so before.
The one thing she could hold onto though was the fact that she had made arrangements to protect herself from something going wrong. Millie was her only hope now, the only person who knew where Amber might have gone. She’d secretly given her instructions to carry out if Amber didn’t contact her by the end of tonight when she had agreed with Zaki his ownership of her would end. She hoped that Zaki was unaware of her contact with Millie, she’d used her old phone and bought a pay as you go sim card from the campus store using cash. She’d text Zaki’s name and his phone number to her in the taxi and had slid the phone down the back of the seat. She prayed that Millie could do something to get her out of this sooner rather than later.
There’d still be an hour or two before the agreed upon time though…
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Story ELEVEN
My name is Richard. I met my wife Emily when I was 15 years old. My parents were killed in an auto accident and I moved to a small community to live with my aunt and uncle. It was so rural that the town consisted of a small market, a gas station and Family restaurant where all the kids seemed to hang out after school.
Emily lived down the road from my aunt and uncle. We were the first stop for the school bus each morning and the last stop each afternoon. On my first day of school, Emily ignored my big city attitude, befriended me and took responsibility to show me around. She was a very pretty little girl, two years my junior.
As I got used to my new life, Emily and I became best of friends. She was a flat chested shy little girl that seemed to understand what I was going thru’ and did her best to help me fit in. After a while I took her for granted, but she seemed to always be there when I just needed someone to talk to.
In such a small town, everyone knew everyone and when I started dating; Emily seemed to know all about my girlfriends. I never really noticed that she was being left behind. It wasn’t until I graduated high school that I realized how much of my life revolved around Emily. As she was starting her junior year, I got a job working as a construction laborer. With a few dollars in my pocket and an old pick-up as my set of wheels, I felt like I was finally in control of my life.
It was not unusual for me to drive the 40 miles into the big town down the road for the Friday night drinking and weekend parties. Invariably, I would find myself walking thru the long country roads with Emily at my side, trying to get over my latest girlfriend.
It wasn’t until Emily graduated from high school that I really saw her as a woman. She had grown up before my eyes and one day as we were swimming in the local lake on a hot summer day, I realized what a beautiful woman Emily had become. She had long hair and piercing bright eyes. Even in her conservative one piece bathing suit, I realized that Emily had an incredible body.
It took me another month or so, dealing with me new feelings for her that I was finally able to ask her out. When I asked her if she would like to join me on a Friday night excursion into town, Emily just laughed and asked me if I was asking her out on a date. After two days of her teasing me about a formal date, she finally agreed after warning me that she do not drink.
It turned out to be the best evening of my life, as I took Emily to the best restaurant in town and an evening of dancing at the local bar. Our drinking consisted of ice tea and our conversation just seemed to flow. I was surprised to find that it was 4 am Saturday morning when I finally dropped her at her front door.
On our third date I finally got up the nerve to kiss her good night. We dated for almost a year before we spent our first night together. Every time I tried to get beyond a kiss, Emily had put a stop to my advances. On our first night together after weeks of planning, we got a cheap hotel and after a nice diner out, we checked into our room. Emily teasingly told me to get ready as she headed to the small bathroom with her overnight case.
After almost an hour of waiting, Emily came slowly out of the bathroom dressed only in a light blue see through negligee. With the light behind her, I just sat on the bed and looked at her. She was absolutely ravishing with her hair brushed out and her lips and makeup done to perfection. As she stepped toward me, I saw for the first time her perfectly pair shaped breasts with dark brown areoles the size of a 5 cents coin. They were so soft and yet firm. I saw her hour glass figure and her little tuft of hair above her pussy.
Both of us knew that Emily was a virgin but neither of us realized how much Emily really understood about not only her body, but mine. As she came into my arms we turned a mild kiss into a night of wild sex.
I started by removing her breasts from their flimsy binding and I used my mouth to suck her nipples until she was moaning in pleasure. As I worked my way down her soft body I spent long periods of time touching and caressing her tummy and her long shapely legs.
By the time my fingers worked their way between her legs, Emily was drenched. I watched her face and her obvious state of bliss as I worked first one and then two fingers past her swollen lips and penetrated her womanhood for the first time.
Somewhere along the way, Emily had removed my clothes and by the time I lined my hard cock with her love canal, she spread her legs as far as they would go, looked at me and said be gentle. I stared mesmerized into her incredibly bright eyes and watched her facial expressions as I slowly pushed my member into her as she got past the discomfort and lost her cherry.
Within minutes, I was pounding into her pussy as hard and as deep as I possibly could and Emily just couldn’t get enough. Her first orgasm had her screaming my name and digging her nails into my back. By the time I dumped my first hot load into her, Emily had cum half a dozen times, and they were all different. It was like she was trying to make up for lost time or trying to show me that she was better than the other girls I had dated.
We spent the entire night cuddling and talking as we would fall asleep. We took turns waking each other up and making love over and over again until the first light of morning started coming thru the window. Sharing Emily’s body was as perfect as any experience I had ever had.
3 months later we were married.
Emily got a job in accounting working for a large manufacturing company 2 hours away. It was not too difficult for me to find work nearby and we got a small apartment together. Life was really good and as Emily climbed the corporate ladder, I got my contractor’s license and started getting small jobs working for myself.
We were just living one day at a time learning all the little intimate things that brought us closer and closer. Emily was on the pill as we both wanted to postpone having a family until we had a home of our own.
It wasn’t until about 2 years later that things started to change. Emily had worked her way into contract management. She had regular raises, an office and a secretary of her own and regular bonuses that always seemed to come at the right time in terms of our finances.
I was getting enough work to get by, but never really landing the big job that would set me up as a player.
Emily liked her job, but had a number of issues with her immediate boss. Because she was advancing, she decided she could put up with Roger,her boss. He was always hitting on the woman but seemed to pay special attention to Emily when it came to dirty comments or taking every opportunity to be in close quarters with my wife.
Then one day out of the blue, Emily got a call from one of the big bosses at corporate. He seemed very reserved or even secretive when he asked Emily to meet him outside the office. Thinking it was business related, Emily had no problem meeting Tom at a local restaurant after work.
It was very awkward as they met and ordered diner, but then Tom came right to the point. He told Emily that he had reviewed her personnel files at length and that he was taking a big chance by coming to her with this problem.
He went on to say it appears that Roger has been using corporate funds to support his personal lifestyle. Corporate was looking for someone close to the situation that could be trusted and that was capable of finding out exactly how Roger was embezzling corporate funds.
He did tell Emily that it would be risky checking up on her boss but that she would be well taken care of if she was willing to assist him.
Emily quickly agreed to help and was set up with special computer access and document signing authority. Without telling even her secretary, Emily spent a lot of time tracking Rogers’s activities. Roger seemed to sense the change and got really nasty with Emily She knew that he was probably smart enough to know that something had changed but she had committed to helping the company in finding out exactly what he was up to and once Emily committed to something, she was determined to see it through.
After months of putting up with Roger, she found nothing to implicate her boss. Then one day it was announced that Tom was leaving the company, leaving Emily in a strange position because Tom was the only contact she knew at corporate. She postponed her efforts to tie Roger to misdeeds thinking that someone from corporate would be contacting her.
It was about that time that Emily found out that Rogers brothers were my biggest competitors in the construction world. All of a sudden I couldn’t get any work and I had to let my crew go. It seemed that every time I put in a good bid, one of Roger’s brothers would get the contract by a few hundred dollars less than my price. I wanted to give up and go back to working for someone else, but no one wanted to hire me.
It was tight but we were getting by on what Emily was making.
When no one contacted Emily from corporate, Emily decided to make amends with Roger, but every time she got the chance to excel on an assignment, something would go wrong and she would end up looking badly.
I was finally able to find a job, but on my second day, I was involved in an accident when a truck lost a large ladder and it crushed my right leg against a wall. I was rushed to the hospital with a broken leg and came home in crutches.
The very next day, Emily was called into Rogers’s office where he told her that her signature and computer ID had been appearing on some classified company documents. Not knowing what to say Emily just sat there turning red with anger as Roger said things are going to be different around here. Emily just asked what that meant and Roger suggested that Emily might want to be a little more cooperative when he asked her for favors.
Emily’s POV
At this point Emily was furious and said “I will have no part of your games. I will quit and find work elsewhere and my husband will be glad that I don’t have to put up with the likes of you any longer”. Roger pushed the intercom and asked for security to deal with an employee. Before he even hung up, two burly members of security were standing at the door.
Roger looked at me and said that I could either do as he asked or he would turn me over to the police for embezzlement. He suggested that maybe the loss of my husband’s business and his little accident yesterday were more than just coincidence
Knowing our financial situation and wondering how Roger would know about my husband, I decided to reconsider my options and meekly asked Roger what it was he wanted from me. Roger suggested that he would give me until tomorrow morning to come to terms with my fate and that all he was asking me to do was to get off my miss perfect attitude and agree to do special favors as he requested so that he could advance his career..
I left his office in tears wondering what had happened. As I headed home, to my surprise, I got a call on my cell from someone identifying himself as Tom. It sounded like the same person that had met me only a few months earlier so I blurted out that Roger had found out and that I was now being accused of stealing. Tom simply laughed and suggested I be more careful with who I trusted as he hung up the phone. In tears, I began to realize that somehow Roger had set me up. I didn’t know how he had done it or how he could tie me to anything illegal but in light of what was happening in my life, I wasn’t going to cross him until I figured out how this had happened.
By the time I got home, I was able to pull myself together and hide the emotions that were ravaging thru me so as to keep my husband from finding out and doing something stupid. That night I lay awake trying to come up with a plan that would clear me of this mess. I could think of nothing that made sense and so I meekly headed for work in the morning determined to find a way out of my predicament.
I wasn’t at my desk for more than 5 minutes when my secretary buzzed me to tell me that Roger wanted to see me in his office. I held back the tears as I walked slowly down the hall and into Rogers open office. Sitting behind his desk, he suggested that I close the door behind me. At that point with Roger looking me up and down like a piece of meat, he asked if I had come to any decisions on his offer.
To anyone listening, nothing he said would mean anything. To me I knew exactly what he was asking. Not seeing any alternatives, I asked him what it was he was expecting of me. This only seemed to make him angry as he said “as a matter of fact, Emily I asked you a question. What I choose for you is none of your business”. He picked up the phone and asked if security would be needed to escort me from the building or if I would cooperate.
All I could do was start to cry as I said “OK, you win”. Please don’t call the police. I was beside myself with anger and I wanted so much to run out the door but I just stood there as Roger said that’s a good girl, now lock my door and let me see how willing you can pretend to be.
I reached over and locked his door and then asked him what he meant by me being willing. Roger simply said, “remove your blouse and make me believe that you want me to approve of what you are going to show me”.
I reached down and slowly unbuttoned my blouse as the tears began to flow. When I had undone the last button, I pulled the blouse from my skirt and just stood there with my bra as the only thing covering my chest. Roger said “now was that so hard” as he came around to sit on the front corner of his desk. Now stop the tears, smile for me and remove the blouse. I reluctantly let the blouse slip from my shoulders and I smiled at Roger as I let it fall to the floor. Roger was a big man at what I guessed to be 6'4 and 230 pounds. Even without his threats, he had the ability to make any woman uncomfortable and in this case he had something over me.
Roger just said very nicely, now loose the bra. As I reached behind to undo the clasp, I tried real hard to smile as I wanted this to be over with. I held the cups in place as I removed the straps over my arms. No one but my husband had ever seen my breasts exposed and I was at a loss as to how to prevent Roger from making me expose myself. I slowly dropped my hands to my sides and let my bra fall to the floor.
The first thing I noticed was a big grin on Rogers face as he devoured my breasts with his eyes. I could not do anything to stop him as he pinched my nipples and suggested that I must be enjoying this because my nipples were standing like two hard little posts. I almost screamed from the pain as Roger pinched my nipples in what appeared to be an attempt to tear them from my breasts. I did my best to stifle my screams as Roger tormented my stiff little nipples and twisted my tits mercilessly.
Just as I thought I would pass out, Roger removed his hands from my tits and reached up under my skirt with his right hand. He quickly discovered that my panties were soaking wet from my juices as he ran his finger over the crotch of my panties. Feeling like he was in charge he boldly bragged that he now could do anything he chose to my perfect little body and that I had to make him believe I was enjoying it or suffer the consequences. I couldn’t bring myself to think about what that meant.
Just as I started to protest, he guided my mouth to his and made me open my lips as his tongue played with mine. I could taste the repulsive taste of tobacco on his breath and I struggled not to gag.
With no warning at all he released me without touching more than my panties between my legs and suggested I get dressed. I hurried to comply as he just smiled and said I want to enjoy every part of you. Roger said there would be no more demands today, but tomorrow he expected me in his office at precisely 8 o’clock willing to fulfill another fantasy. When I asked him what made him so sure I would allow him to do this to me, he removed a camera from his desk and asked if I would like to see his little film before he sent it to my husband. I left as quickly as I could and spent the day in complete despair as I contemplated my fate.
When I got home, I quickly made excuses about not feeling well and headed off to bed. By morning I looked in the mirror and saw what missing two days of sleep was already doing to me. The only thing I could be thankful for was that this was Friday and I wouldn’t have to see Roger for two days. If only I could manage to get through today.
As instructed, I was in Roger’s office at exactly 8 o’clock. Without being asked, I closed his door behind me and locked it. With a big smile of triumph, Roger stood in front of me and this time I stood there obediently as he removed my blouse and bra for me. It was almost like he was telling me that he already owned that part of my body. I meekly admitted to myself that he probably did. When he was done, he reached inside the waistband of my skirt and ran his fingers under my panties as he played with the little patch of hair above my pussy.
Roger then stood back and said he was sorry he didn’t have any music for me but that he wanted me to smile for his camera and get naked for him. He reminded me that there would be consequences if I didn’t look like I was enjoying myself.
Not knowing what else to do, I started swaying my hips and licking my lips with my tongue as I undid the clasp and lowered the zipper of my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor with my other garments, I slowly pulled my panties down my legs, removing my last little bit of modesty for this man that I didn’t even like. When I was done, Roger told me to spread my legs and show him some pink.
I used my fingers to spread myself open and when I looked up at his smug expression he told me to sit on the floor and spread my legs. I slowly did as my tormentor requested and I sat motionless on the floor with my fingers spreading my pussy lips wide open as Roger sat next to me and started playing with the skin covering my clit. Not believing that I was letting Roger do this to me and yet knowing that the pervert was probably recording my degradation to use against me, I just let him insert one and then two fingers into my vagina as I sat there with my legs spread and my own fingers holding me open while my juices started flowing from my vagina.
As with my still sore nipples Roger was not about to be gentle. Only this time as he finger fucked me, my body betrayed me and I came almost instantly. Roger whispered in my ear that it would be nice if I asked him for more. Not being able to stop him, I started Cumming again.
This time I heard myself saying over and over to my tormentor, harder Roger, faster, fuck me deeper. I had totally lost control and actually wanted Roger to use me as it felt so good in spite of what I knew was so wrong.
This time in the middle of my third orgasm, Roger abruptly removed his two fingers from my gaping hole and told me to get out.
With my own juices running down my legs, I got dressed as quickly as I could and left. When I returned to my office from the ladies room looking a bit disheveled, I looked in horror at what was laying on the middle of my desk for anyone to see. It was a tape labeled Emily’s tits, and the card said that I should make plans to be free on Saturday night as I would be getting picked up outside my office at 9PM.
In complete terror, I called home to tell Richard that I was being asked to work on Saturday and that I might be late. I figured that at least not having him to worry about would be one less thing to go wrong. I then found a tape player and looked in horror as I watched myself seemingly seducing my boss only to finally hear him tell me that I had to go.
