From dianthus@concentric.et Tue May 06 02:58:07 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Office Christmas Party (1/3 mfm/f, rape, torture) From: Jeremy <dianthus@concentric.et> Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 01:58:07 -0500 -------- Your limbs ache terribly...strapped down to the office table spread eagle. How long has it been? A few hours? A few days?! You can't be for sure. Time really doesn't have any meaning anymore. The only thing that you can remember is the office Christmas party that your boyfriend invited you to. You were having fun and (of course) had a bit too much of the happy juice. The room began to spin and then....nothing. Total blackout! You hate it when that happens. Your boyfriend Jeremy warned you about that. Of course, he always have and probably always will. The two of you have been together for a few years now. You're serious about one another but haven't really been confident enough in order to make everything "official". Right now though, it's the furthest thing from your mind. "How long could it have been?" You think to yourself. It's all starting to come back to me now. After you realized too late that you'd drunk too much, you reverted back to the old days. You danced with many of the guys at the get-together. This in itself isn't out of the ordinary, and Jeremy knew this. But this time, you got a bit too friendly with the rest of the guests...the males in particular. You'd been feeling that Jeremy wasn't paying attention to you as much as he should although you knew that with his big project due soon, time was at a premium. Still it bothered you, but you've managed to choke it down until now. The first man that you danced with was probably about as drunk as you were. It took all that the two of you could muster up to remain standing. You just held onto each other moving back and forth. He kissed you...pretty much trying to touch your tonsils, but you kissed him anyway. The second guy wasn't as hampered as you. He was a good kisser. His hands tended to wander, and you really didn't mind. He seemed to touch all of the right places, and he really knew how to do so. But he kept pushing you to give him a ride. At this time, you didn't really want that, but he kept pushing and pushing. So, finally you told him to piss off. He left in a huff. Stupid bastard!! This really pissed you off. You headed back over to the bar for a refresher. You start to feel better as the alcohol goes down and warms you up. Where the fuck was Jeremy anyway? It's just like him to just bring me here and leave me all alone like this. He can be such a jerk sometimes. You stop another hot guy and head towards him. Appearently he saw you coming and met you half way. You start to dance, but slowly it turned into something else. You begin to kiss and fondle. Soon, your hand is in his pants and your stroking his buldging cock. This is what you really want. This'll show Jeremy. Normally you wouldn't behave this way, but HECK...it's a party. And if Jeremy won't show you a good time, you'll just have to find one for yourself. He started to lead you to one of the offices nearby. In the back of your mind, you know that you should just stay where you are with the rest of the crowd, but the drinking has just wiped you better judgement away; so, you follow. In the office you sit on a chair and he pours you another drink. You begin to do more than sip...gulp is more like it. He gives you another and then sits on the desk. Maybe it was just the fact that throughout all of this, he hasn't said a single word...or maybe it's just the way h carries himself. You don't know, but you do know that you find him increadibly sexy. You finish off that last sip and get off of the chair. WHOA...the room is moving too fast for you. You fall to your knees. He just sits there on the desk looking down at you, but you don't really care. At this point the alcohol has hit you so hard that you start to give in to your most basic instincts...the need to fuck. You crawl over to him on your hands and neds. He whispered something, but you neither hear what he said nor cared about it. All you want is what is beneath his pants. You unzip his pants and catch a glimpse of his enormous dick. It's so engorged that the veins have just popped out......as if his cock itself was just begging for it. You put it in your mouth and began licking his shaft slowly. "Just like a lollipop," you always said to yourself. Frankly if you were sober, you wouldn't even think about trying to fit this monster cock in your mouth. Lucky (or perhaps unlucky) for you, you're too far gone to pay attention to what you would have done. Inch by inch you trace his cock with the inside of your mouth...all the way to the back of your throat, but still he's not all the way in. You can tell that he's enjoying himself by the motions he's making with his hips although he doesn't make a sound. You're feeling a bit more light-headed, but his cock tastes so good that you just can't let go. You licked the precum from his shaft. Mmmmm. That's the part that you liked the best...the taste of a man's precum. You like it better that cum itself since there's not nearly as much of it and it never makes you nauseous like the real thing. You begin to suck harder biting from time to time. He's really enjoying himself. What's his name again? You don't really know or, frankly, really care. You just knew that he has one fantastic cock. And that's all that mattered. You feel him start to stiffen up. The end is quite near; so, you quicken your pace. The rooms starts to spin a bit, but you just try to ignore it. You can't remember the last time a cock was this good. It had been so long since you got a good ride from your boyfriend Jeremy because of his work that you didn't really care. The faster you bobbed on his dick, the faster everything around you moved. You know that you're losing it now but want to feel his come trickling down your throat before that happens. Too late though...you begin to pass out. The last thing that you can remember before the blackness closed in was that he finally let out a howl...not a loud moan but a howl...like some sort of caged animal being put out of his misery. He came just as you were slipping onto the floor. From your haze, you can hear a door open, and then........ That pretty much about all you can remember. Now you're in an office like the other one except for that everything is rather spartan...like remodeling is going on. You believe that Jeremy must have mentioned this in passing sometime ago. His firm had one a big case and with the winnings they were remodling part of the firm's offices. It was pretty quiet around....not a peep as far as you can tell. You yell for assistance, but no one answers. You've screamed so much that your throat begins to hurt; so, you stop. The door opens and your boyfriend walks through. You feel so relieved. "Jeremy, thank God. Something happened. Please get me out of this?" "Why would I want to do that when I was the one who strapped you to that desk to begin with?" You're quite shocked by this. Jeremy doesn't seem mad or anything. "How long have I been here? I don't understand." "Let me begin by telling you that it's Sunday. You've been here for about a couple of days. You drank so much that you've been pretty much unconcious since then. From time to time, the help have come in and cleaned you up when need be. You sure have been quite a filthy mess, you know? You think that I didn't see you flirting around with half of my coworkers? You think that I didn't see you go off into the office with that other guy? " Jeremy really remained calm. "I'm sorry. You know how I get when I get drunk. I didn't mean for it to happen. I know that I went overboard. Can't I do something to..." *WHACK* Your boyfriend smacks you accross the face hard. If it wasn't for the fact that you've just been it, you wouldn't know that he was upset. His face remains motionless. You might even say that there was just a bit of a smile present. "You embarrassed me in front of the whole firm, dear. I walked in on you and him. You had passed out on the floor of that office cum dripping from your mouth." My God! The door opening! It must have been your boyfriend that came into the room as you passed out. You feel so ashamed and being to cry. *WHACK* "No need for tears, dear. The time for sorrow should have come out before you start sucking that guy's dick. You made a fool out of me. Now everyone thinks that my girlfriend is some kind of whore. Do you know how bad it's going to be for me now here?" "Honey, I'm sorry. You know that. I can't say it more. You know it wasn't realy my....." *WHACK* "Shut up, bitch!" He was really upset now. You can hear it in his voice and see it in his face. "Let's face it. You're a whore. Always have been...and always will be." You start to cry again to no avail. "I'd stop that if I were you. It won't work. You acted like such a slut that I'm just going to treat you that way from now on. That's how you like it anyway." "Please...." "Be quiet! I'm sick of your babbling" He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and gags you besides your cries otherwise. "If you want to fuck around, go ahead, but I'm going to get something out of it as well." You're crying rather uncontrollaby by now. You can see him begin to upzip his trousers taking his pants off. You pretty much know what's about to happen. You can't really resist or protest as he climbs on top of you. You're pretty much bone dry as he forces homself inside of you. He has to be able to hear your muffled cries and see the tears stream down your face. He must be excited 'cause his cock feels so much larger than usual. You feel like you're being as he lunges into you again and again. Slowly his thrusts become easier as his precum starts to coat his shaft. You wish that he would just get it over with. Why would he do something like this to you? He claimed so much that he loved you and needed you, but now he's strapped you to a table and is raping you. If he had have just asked, you would have accomadated him like always. You've never ever turned him down. His cock is so good that you would never be able to do so. But he's forced himself on you. You're so confused. Although he's inside you...ripping into you, you can't help but start to enjoy the ordeal. You don't know which was to go. Your body makes up your mind for you. You can feel your pussy start to drip onto the deak. Even your body's betraying you now. You can't help but cry. But Jeremy doesn't seem to notice or care for that matter. He pumps you deep. If it weren't for the gag, you'd either be groaning for more or screaming for help. Now you just want to come all over your all-to-familiar assailant. He starts to buck wildly, and you can feel yourself begin to build up. Now it's just a footrace. He's stiffening up now fucking you harder and faster than before. Just a few moments more and at least some of the tension would have gone away. You being to shake as your orgasm closes in. But before you're over the point of no reutrn, he comes...and comes, he does...hard. The most awful sound in the world rings in your ears as your boyfriend collapses on top of you moaning about how good your pussy is. To add insult to injury he kisses you all over just like he does when you were making love many days ago. "Ah...I wonder if Bill felt that way when you were sucking him off, huh? Do you think so?........No answer, eh? Didn't think so. But, then again, you are an awfully good fuck. No wonder all the guying didn't mind you throwing yourself at them." You look directly at him with the most stern expression on your face that you can muster. Jeremy just looks at you with sheer pity as he pulls out and wipes him dick on your thigh. "You want to fuck around. It's fine by me, but I think I should get something out of it. Don't you?" You try to say something, but again the gag prevents that. "You don't know how bad it was when I found you there on the floor with Bill's dripping from your mouth. We were moving the party pretty much from office to office. Practically the whole firm knows about it. You have wrong me too much this time. But, oh well.... The way I see it, I'll just give you what you wish for....whether you like it or not." What does he mean? No...it can't be. "Even if you hadn't that gag, you couldn't call for help. We're in the empty part of this floor. And besides, we're renovating this wing and it's a long weekend because of the holiday. We're all alone and shall be for quite a while." You can't believe your ears and start to cry again. "I should just smack you again for those crocodile tears, but I think that soon enough, you'll learn your lesson." He walks out of the door but leaves it open. You can hear several voices on the other side. What's roaming around in his mind. What's happening to you??? Jeremy walks back through the door and three other people follow suit. They're all (including your boyfriend) wearing long black robes with hood that have holes cut out for eyes. You're scared. "These are my coworkers. The hoods are so that you don't know which ones. They're the ones who think that I've been made a fool of. I don't really care anymore honestly; so, I said that if you wanted to fuck around, I'll let them do anything they wish. How do you like that?" Silence. "Very well. Not like it would really do anything if you protested." Jeremy gestures at the figure to the right and it rises and moves towards you." You're scared and just want to go home. "Make her pay," your boyfriend says. You don't really know how true those words will soon become. From dianthus@concentric.et Tue May 06 02:59:00 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Office Christmas Party (2/3, mfm/f, rape, torture) From: Jeremy <dianthus@concentric.et> Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 01:59:00 -0500 -------- A noise catches your attention as the first hooded figure stands. The figure pulls the hood down and reveal a beautiful brunette woman. It's Stacey...your boyfriend's secretary. You've confronted her once because you though that she was after your boyfriend. After almost being fired for this, she's stayed angry at you. "Hello, lover," she says and she licks your face. "I hope that you'll enjoy this as much as I." She stands back a bit, takes out a cigarette, and lights it. She a two-pack-a-day woman from how Jeremy descibes her. You don't smoke. It makes you sick to your stomach for the most part. Always has. She just looks at you slowly smoking that cigarette. You can see the hatred in her eyes. It's a very frightening view. She's already getting out her second even before she finishes her first. Stacey just lets the first drop to the floor, puts the second in her mouth, and lights up. You can smell the smoke now and begins to cough. "Does this smoke bother you, dearie? Do you want me to put it out?" You nod. "Then I apologize. Let me take care of it." She starts to turn around towards the ashtray but then stops. She probably got something to say. She moves really close to your left ear. "You know, I was really angry when you almost got me fired here. You really didn't mean all those mean things you said...did you?" You shake your head. "Good, I didn't think so." You start to cough from the smoke. "I'm sorry. Is the smoke still bothering you?" You nod. Stacey switched the cigarette to her right hand instead. "I just want you to know that I'm okay with what happened. Okay?" You nod. "Can we let bygones be bygones?" You nod. "Good. I was hoping you would say that." She places the end of the glowing cigarette above your right nibble. It brings an excrutiating pain. They'd be able to hear you outside the door with that scream despite the gag. That is...if there was anyone left on the floor. "I forgive you and all," She said. "But you still need to be taught that you shouldn't do that sort of stuff to people." She lights another cigarette and starts to smoke. The pain from the burn was terrible. You just can't understand why and just want to go home. The second burn was, at least, expected. When Stacey put it on her left breast, you could brace yourself for it. But by no means, could you ignore the pain. You started to cry again from the pain. "Awwww....little baby wants to cry, huh?" Well, this should give you something to cry about. She starts to take off her robe. Stacey has a wonderful body: long, sleek legs, a pair of good sized breasts, and an all-over tan. The only jewelry she wore was a simple necklace hanging around her neck. And even that she began to take off. "You need to learn that you can't fool around with another person's life like that." Holding the ends of her necklace, she opened her hands to reveal that the ends of her necklace were actually two alligator nipple clips. She proceeded to place them on your nipples. The pain is mindboggling. You've had your nipples bitten and chewed, but they had never been treated in this manner. The pain starts to subside...but only a little as you get used to it. "Do these hurt?" she says as she gives the chain a little tug. You wince. "That's too bad. I do actually have a little surprise for you though that you might like." She picks up a long thick dildo. "This is for you." You gasp at the sight of it. You've enjoyed anal sex before but not under these conditions and certainly not something that big. "I've even lubed him up for you. I named him "Big J". I hope you two will become close friends." Your ass is easily accessed as Stacey woks Big J inside you. You struggle to take the whole thing but manage to be accomodating, but if you thought that it was going to be all giggles, you were mistaken. Suddenly, Stacey pushes Big J as far as he would go. All of that at once is a bit more than you can handle. You bites down on your tongue trying to clench your teeth. The blood trickles down your throat. But between the nipple clips and Big J in your ass, you can hardly notice the wound. Stacey kneels down between your legs and begins to lick your clit. That takes the edge off of the pain...but just a little. You welcome the reprrieve. While going down on you, Stacey gropes your breasts and pulls the clamps from time to time just for fun. The more you wince and sweat, the harder she pushes Big J and gropes your breasts. Lord, help you. She licks you harder and harder. As she gets into it, she moves from just grabbing your breasts to digging her nails into them. Anywhere she touched was fair game. Over the next few minutes Stacey "carved" a niche into you. Sometimes just deep scratches...sometimes drawing blood. Despite this, Stacey tongue was sending her to new heights. You can feel your and her desire swell up. Stacey must have sensed your approaching orgasm because just as you were about to come, she stopped pilling away at just the "right" time. Not only are you being subjected to this humiliation, you aren't being allowed to enjoy the torture. She rips Big J from you ass. You feel the pain of your asshold shrinking back to its original size. You can see her expression of laughter as she tries to do the same thing with the nibble clips. With each tug, you buckle against the restraints. Finally Stacey unclips your nibbles. The absence of the pain brings you great relief. You only hope that you won't have to endure anything else of that magnitude. You don't really understand what is happening. You're full of confusion as she redresses and sits back down in her sear without saying a word. From dianthus@concentric.et Tue May 06 02:55:04 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Office Christmas Party 3/3 (mfm/f rape, torture) From: Jeremy <dianthus@concentric.et> Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 01:55:04 -0500 -------- "Now there. That was the first of our little trio. I should hope that by now, you learned your lesson. Have you learned you lesson, dear?" You nod. *WHACK* "I don't like it when you lie." You faces stings and it is sore. "I saw you remember. I know how you really are. Well, since you haven't learned anything, another lesson might be called for." The second figure rises and approaches. "This is the ghost of Christmas present sort of. He is my way of showing you what people are thinking about you." He just stands there staring at me through that hood. After thr first "visit" by the woman, the last thing you want to do is be subjected to another harrowing experience like it. Why would Jeremy let her do that to you? Why won't he stop it?? You look over to your boyfriend to ask for comfort but recieve nothing in return. Why is he allowing this to happen? You start to bottom out emotionally. If you could do anything, you would. Please...just let it end!!!! After the first woman, you don't really know what to expect but soon find out. The figured quickly takes the robe off to reveal a greek god of sorts. Over six-feet tall with a muscular figure, in your younger days, you bedded a few people like this. Before their muscle was a substitute for a small dick, but this is definately not the case. He sports a heafty piece of meat. Your mouth is actually watering just thinking about it. He jumps on top of you and rams his monster cock into you. At first you think that's it's going to be like when Jeremy took you. Your pussy certainly isn't wet after that first "ghost". This man's cock seems twice as large as your boyfriend's. You screams can be heard even through your gag as he pushes his cock in. If you ever get out of this, you'll be sore for a week...a month even. It hurts so much that you think that you're going to pass out from the pain. To make it even worse, he's grabbing you trying to get better traction from which to pump harder. You just wish that you could move...could fight back somehow. He is grabbing you by the top of your arms near the shoulders and ramming his cock into you. He can feel his fingernails dig into your skin and can't really tell which portion is more painful at this point...your pussy being ripped wide open or the skin being ripped from your arms. Either way, it hurts. This fucking is starting to become easier. You guess you pussy is starting to get wet. Whether it's from blood or his precum, you don't know, but you do know that it's still not a good experience. His rhytm is steadying out now. You're definately wet enough now. As his pace steadies, you starts to kiss your face and suck on your breasts. This only serves to make you wince at his kissing the very same place that the first ghost left wounds before. The pain is terrible. The tears are flowing. Why won't he get up? Why is this happening? The pain is piling on top of itself. Even your body turns against you. You just wish that you could just pass out but can't. You're forced to endure this endless humiliation. The sweat from this man's body falls on your chest burning your wounds. Once again, you wince in pain. The only serves to feed this man's desires. He starts to buck wildly. You know the eventual outcome. You're totally numb by now as he is about to come. To add insult to injury, just before he comes, he pulls out and squirts his semen all over your chest and face. He had to have saved it up for weeks 'cause he just kept coming and coming. You think that he never will end. Even his spunk burns those places on your skin. You wince again. He climbs off and wipes his dick on your gag. You're so mad that if it weren't for the gag, you would have bitten his dick off. Now you have not only the memory of this so far, but you'll be forced to small his manhood for as long as you lay on this table unable to clean yourself. And considering what has happened so far, that could be a long time. The second "ghost" puts his robe back on. He doesn't put the hood on however since I'd seen his face quite clearly anyway. He then turns around and sits back down into his seat. You think back to what has happened so far. You know that you can't count on Jeremy for anything now. You've been through the ringer and back, and there still is one person left. As if on cue, the last person rises. The third figure is moving closer to you. Somehow in this murky haze your mind has conjured up, it seems like the figure is just hovering there like some sort of apparition. This is like some sort of dream...more like a nightmare really. If you could only wake up, all would be okay. You close your eyes and expect the worst as the first hooded figure closes in. You can feel the fabric tickle your skin as he (or she) climbs on top of you. That question, however, is quickly laid to rest when you feel the buldge in the front of his gown brush up against you. His hood grazes your face. You can feel when he takes his hood off, but you still don't open your eyes just wishing that it would all end but strangely still interested. He kisses you on your face. Your neck. Your shoulders. If the circumstances were different, you would think that he was making love to you. But you know better, this is nothing you really want. Why can't you shake the erotic feelings then? The cloth of his robe starts to gather upon your chest as you feel him pull up his robe. You can tell that he isn't wearing anything underneath at all, and you're stark naked tied to this desk !!! As he kisses your face, you can feel his manhood grow larger. He starts to hump you even before he enters you. It shamefully enough feels good to you. You can't help but to match him more for move. When he enters you, however, it becomes a different story. He places his cock at the outer edge of your pussy playing around with you...teasing you. Although you're appauled at what's happened to you, this man's cock teasing you is overriding your better judgement. If you could only arch up just a bit, you could ease his cock into you and quench your thirst, but Jeremy had strapped you down so tight that you can't move an inch. You're not crying now for being assaulted but for the fact that you can't stand being teased with like this. The gag even denies you the pleasure of screaming out with pleasure. Even that would be a blessing right now. Finally "relief" comes when he slowly gives you his cock. The teasing has had an effect on him as well. His dick is outrageously thick. You resist the urge to open you eyes. In fact you squint your eyes with pain as his thick cock splits you in two stretching you to the limit and beyond. You don't know if you can handle this wincing under the gag. Your only saving grace is that since he teased you so much, you're plently wet. This time...more is definately better...in all senses of the word. You think that you've finally been able to accomodate all of his monster. It's just so big and feel so good. He just can't be human. Can't be?!! Still you don't really want this to happen to you and wish somewhat that he would just get it over with. But you can't help but try to move even the slightest to get more of his member. He opens you more and more and he thrusts again and again. With every stroke, he goes deeper, and with every stroke, you moan more. The pace quickens. You feel like you're about to come but am ashamed of it so try unsuccessfully to drown it out. The tidal wave is building inside of you flowing to and fro. His thrusts seem to match your mood as you can feel him start to fuck you faster. If you can just somehow quicken yourself, you can find some sort of relief...some sort of relief. He beats you to the punch. He stiffens up and in a animalistic moment and grunts. He comes furiously pumping his hot spunk into you. Seemingly endless streams of come is being pumped into you. That much you know. You somehow still managed to keep your eyes closed. If given a while longer you could have come yourself, but as soon as he was done, he pulled out and wiped his penis on your leg just as Jeremy had done before. You can hear him start to straighten himself out and fix up his robe once more. You finally open your eyes again. He just stands there in front of you saying nothing.sits back down in his chair. As if all was according to a schedule, the trio rose from the seats and walk out of the door. Only one figure was left, it has to be Jeremy. He has put you through the ringer right now. Frankly you just want to crawl into a hole and die right now. You don't really know what to think or do right now. He approaches you and speaks. "I hope you have learned something in all this, for it was all for your own good. This has nothing to do with obeying me. I don't want or need some sort of trophy. There's plenty of people like that around who could service me in that way. Believe it or not, I love you a great deal. I would never do something like this to a total stranger. Just like the classic story, the three people you encountered represented the three Christmas spirits. The first (the past) was how you were. You let people hurt you badly. You didn't know any better. The second (the present) is how you are now. You still let people hurt you in a way but really want to change. It's not a physically bad as before but still hurting you. The third (the future) is me sort of like me, I would hope. He was satisfying yet gentle. I hope that you would eventually understand why I did this to you. I'm going to release you now and take you home. You deserve a rest." I untie your gag to let you loose. You scream at me and spit into my face. "You bastard! How could you EVER do this to me? When I get loose....." He puts the gag back around your mouth. "WELL....oh...well. I would have thought that this would do you some good...that somehow it would somehow break your slut ways. Do I have to beat it out of you? Do I? You're lucky I'm not that sort, or you'd be dead right now. But maybe you just need another visit from the three spirits. Besides, being the head of this firm does have one unique advantage.....I can call the staff and tell them to take an extra vacation day. We can have a whole other day to "play" together. How would you like that?" Under the gag the only thing you can think of is to scream......