Message-ID: <5378eli$9711041024@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5378.txt> From: remy <dianthus@concentric.net> Subject: REPOST: Office Christmas Party 3/3 (MFM/f, rape, torture) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <345CC8E4.59CA@concentric.net> 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 seat without saying a word. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /