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 It had been months since I started at that new job.  Many changes had
occurred - mainly with myself.  I had started going to gym, constantly,
finally gotten rid of many of those trouble spots, finally getting to the
size where I wanted to be - and naturally had to show it off a bit.  Gone
were the shirts two sizes to large, that tended to cover to the tops of my
thighs.  Gone were all the turtlenecks.

   It didn't take some of my co-workers long to notice.  I used to laugh
watching how certain ones couldn't quite make eye contact with me any
longer.  I could feel the comments that were made when they thought I was
out of earshot.  It is all well and good - I was enjoying the power that it
seemed to offer.  And it was making me feel all the hard work was worth it.
I had always succeeded in the business world, now finally on a personal
level, I was excelling.

   It was all harmless fun, a bit of an ego boost for myself.  I figured
after all I had gone through, and all the years of self-consciousness, I
deserved it.  Well, it was fun, for me.  It doesn't seem that all shared my
opinion.

   We had all been working long hours to kick off the new project, and when
it was finally up and running, we all felt we deserved a bit of a reward.
We picked a Friday night, and headed out to one of the local pool
hall/bars. Dinner consisted of beer, shots, and the best bar food
combinations.  Talk about work dropped off by the third round.  I am not
sure what all was consumed, but, for every round, there was always someone
else buying.

   After a few of those rounds, I felt confident enough to play pool, when
Chris challenged me to a game.  I know there was no way for me to win, and
typically, I would avoid it.  It was easy from my opening shot, that it was
going down hill fast.  I wasn't really paying attention to the easy
flirting banter that we were sharing, just seemed appropriate.  I did start
to notice how he always seemed to be at the opposite end of the table
whenever I leaned in for a shot.

   This was perhaps where I made my first mistake, because, I leaned down
in his line of shot for his turn.  I don't think he has ever actually
missed the cue ball before.  I kept teasing during all of his shots.  I
ended up winning two of the three games.  I ended up with quite a few more
shots, and much few inhibitions.  At the end of the third game, I reached
out and offered to take care of his cue for him - in response, it
accidentally seemed to drop to the floor.  So, to continue the teasing mode
I was in, I turned around and bent at the waist and offered a nice view of
my ass, as I picked it up; handing it back through my legs to him.

   I shouldn't have been shocked at all when he arched up the front of the
cue, pressing it against my pussy and walked me backwards onto it.  His
hand reached around my waist and pulled me tight against his crotch; giving
me a very obvious indication of how much he enjoyed the pool games.  I
subtly shifted from one foot to the other, caressing against his jean clad
hard-on.  When he reached his arm around my waist and leaned down to kiss
along my neck; I knew it had gone on a bit too far.  I made an excuse about
needing to walk outside for some fresh air, and beat a hasty retreat.

   I just stood out in the night air, out around the corner, trying to pull
back some rationality, when I saw him approaching.  I was hoping it was
just out of concern, or apology.  When he was close enough, I knew that was
not the case.  So intent was I on the expression, I didn't notice the
others that were following a few paces behind.  I could have ended it all
there, I am sure, if it had just been Nathan.

   He looked at me, and said that we needed to talk; and grabbed me hard by
the upper arm.  He forcibly walked me over to where his truck was backed
into a stall that fronted open desert.  All the while, I am pleading softly
with him to stop, to just forget it all, apologizing, as the anxiety trips
my tongue.  The intensity of his look, the coldness in his laughter,
chilled me.  He pulled upon the truck bed, and picked me up, set me up and
jumping in, dragged me in.  He laid me back on the bed, it had been a warm
day and heat radiated up into me as he straddled my chest.

   Easily, he reached into the tool box there, and pulled out a couple
bungee cords.  Deftly he flipped them around my wrists and attached ends to
the truck bed, both above my head.  In shock a moment, I finally opened my
mouth to yell, and he shoved wadded up cloth within it.  He moved back to
survey my captivity, and reached back in the toolbox, pulling out a small
knife, with precision, he slit my clothes from me.

   He let his hands roam upward, and almost savagely fondled my breasts. 
He leans down to nip and suck at the tender nipples, traitorously hardened
with his attention.  I tried to block out the lewd comments he was making
all the while.  He finally stopped, and I whimpered slightly, seeming a
plea to be let go; but, I was not sure myself.  Instead he undressed, and
straddled just above my breasts, looking down to me and in a truly chilling
voice says, "I am going to remove the gag, scream out, and the knife will
not be so gentle next time." Somehow I found a way to nod.

   As soon as the gag was removed, I felt his hand tug in my long tresses,
my head lifted as his cock is pressed to my soft lips.  Cringing, I opened
to the assault of his cock driving into my mouth, eyes wide and fearful,
still in a state of shock, an almost bruising force used.  All the pent up
frustration of months past, crosses my thoughts almost absently.  Not
allowed to think much beyond survival at this point.

   His words almost more of an attack, being thrown at me.  Words you would
not hear outside of a porn movie used as names for me.  All the while, the
others watching, egging him on further, making suggestions and critiques on
my raping.  He looks down to me then, his cock fully in my mouth, unable to
breath around its width, anger filling his voice as he says, "Oh no, you
aren't going to get off that easily, whore.  You have been a cock tease for
too long."

   Finally, the assault on my mouth ends, and he pushes back, large hands
grope my full breasts with no care.  Torturously pulling and twisting on
the tender flesh.  Thumb and forefinger pinch my nipples, his derisive
laugh as he finds them hardened.  "Look at the little slut, she wants to be
used hard." His spit sprays in the valley of my breasts, just before his
slickened cock is slapped across my tits, from one to the other.  His
calloused hands grab full globes, holding his engorged cock between them,
as he begins fucking them.  He calls to one of the others to hold my head
up, so that the thick head pushes into my lips with each stroke.  The
slickness wetting the warm hold between my breasts.  I can hear his
growling moans, feel the tension in thighs that splay over me.  Suddenly,
he arches back, holding his cock up, continuing to stroke it himself until
I feel the shooting of his cum spray over my chest and face.  Laughing, he
shoves his cock into my mouth, telling me to suck out the rest.  I can do
nothing but obey.

   He looks over at the rest of them, surrounding the truck, eyes eagerly
devouring my form, leaning in eagerly for a chance at some drunken twisted
retribution.  His hand reaches down, three fingers roughly buried into my
cunt.  "What a wet slut you are." Calling out a couple of names, inviting
them into the truck.  I close my eyes now, not wanting to see it what
happens, see their faces.

   I can feel their hands on me, hearing zippers pulled, and clothes
removed.  A hand in my hair yanks my head back, "Open up, bitch," is all I
hear, and I have to obey.  A cock not so large as the first is shoved
between bruised lips, the assault continues as first cock is driven into my
pussy.  Pushed and pulled between the two, someone's hands slapping my
breasts, my hands clench on the chains that bind.  Over and over their
cocks rape me, encouragement called from their cohorts.  The one in my
mouth removed only to have his cum jerked out over my chest.  As if on cue,
a third cock enters my mouth, the thickness almost too much as it fills my
throat.  I can smell his sweated muskiness as his sack hits my face.  I
feel my cunt filled with the orgasm of the first that took me there,
fighting the responses in my belly.

   The truck shifts as some move off and others join in.  Over and over it
seems my body is ravaged, I am almost shocked by the number of times my
mouth and pussy are raped, I lost count long before it ended.  I can feel
each of the slaps and pinches that mar my tender flesh.  I can feel their
cum dripping off my chest, pooled beneath my ass.  Suddenly it is all
quiet. The last ones spent, they moved off the truck, muttering about the
night turning out better than planned, calling out their thanks to Chris,
promising him drinks and such.

   I lay their shivering despite the warmth of the night, the sudden
realization that I am alone.  Eyes widen in fear, looking around, unable to
move still.  I can see no one.  Tears fall from my eyes, imaging things far
worse now than even what happened, for that was not at the hands of
strangers.  It seemed forever that passed, minutes that felt like hours. 
Finally, I could not take it, I called out to Chris.  Called for him to
free me.

   All I can hear then is that smirking laughter coming from just behind my
sight.  He reaches down and undoes the manacles on my ankles, undoing the
chain from the truck bed, but not yet undoing my wrists.  He flips me over,
pulling me down, so my thighs just bend at the end of the bed.  His hands
are hard on my hips, no warning given, as his thick hard cock buries into
the only hole left untouched.  His hand over my lips quiets the scream.

   Leaning over me, whispering low...  "You wanted this bad didn't you? 
You need this new body of yours fucked hard.  You have been begging for it.
And now, you are going to cum for me." My whispered pleas of no, are met
with laughter.  "Oh, you could hold back on the rest of them, but, you have
been dreaming about my cock.  Waking trembling in the morning.  You are
going to cum for me unlike any other time in your life, my little whore."
All I can do is weakly shake my head, knowing he was right about the dreams
and yet not wanting to admit it.

   His cock drives deep into my ass, over and over, feeling his hand slip
under my waist, and begin to tease my clit.  I can already feel the
response too long held back building.  He can sense it also, his words
urging me onward, urging me to give what he is due.  A subtle shift in his
strokes, forces his cock head against my g spot with each stroke.

   I whisper over and over the word no, even after I know there is no use
denying what he doing to me, that he knows it all too well.  He chuckles
softly, teeth nipping at my neck and ear, and whispered the word "cum".  I
could do nothing but obey, and gave over the one thing held back during the
night, waves flooding through me, the cries from me nothing but pure lust,
his arms holding me tight around the chest as I trembled violently.  His
own orgasm spraying the forbidden hole, the heat of it carrying me through
another wave of wanton response.

   Wimpering softly, body too weak to stand as he pulls from me.  I feel a
blanket thrown around me, carried into the truck cab, and laid on the seat.
A few moments later, he climbs into the driver's seat, it was the last
thing I remember before passing out, waking in the morning filled with
confusion and pain.