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The Serving Hatch (nc, gang)

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(c) 1998 Spoonbender. A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read
by minors. If you don't like this sort of stuff or you are underage
then don't read. Contains some nc sex, but then again most of my
stories do. Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed,
including this heading. If it is to archived on a fee paying archive
then please email me first for permission. 
 Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you
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 Dedicated to Kathy - Welcome Back!
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The factory was as quiet as the grave as I made my way down to the
hardware storage area, my heart pounding like a trip hammer. It was
taking all my courage to go through with this and any setback at this
stage, however minor, would result in me turning tail and fleeing. 

You're probably wondering why I was so reluctant, well, it shames me
to say it, but I was going to take part in a robbery. I know, I know.
Stupid huh? You live and learn, and I learned that emotional blackmail
was a particularly strong compulsion for me, and probably for any
other girl in her late teens. 

The blackmailer was, of course, my boyfriend Dean. I loved him to
death despite his nasty little habits and the fact that emotional
power played a pivotal role in our relationship. From the first time
he fondled my breasts through to the time he took my virginity it was
blackmail all the way. I lost count of the number of times he said
that I didn't love him, because if I did then of course I
would.....take my hands away, let him pull down my panties, open my
legs, go on the pill......

Looking back I should have chucked him over. My father certainly
wanted me to, he made that very plain but, like most teenage girls, I
was headstrong and definitely knew best. And so when dad 'suggested'
that I ditched him, well you know exactly what happened, I've no need
to tell you.

If I had ditched him, I could have got any number of boys. They made
it pretty plain that they fancied me, to the point of asking me out
or, in the case of one of them, following me round like a puppy dog. I
didn't want a lapdog I wanted a MAN and Dean certainly seemed to fit
that bill. Over six feet tall in his socks he towered over me and his
long, hairy arms felt like they could have wrapped twice around me. He
wasn't exactly handsome, but he was rugged, if you understand my
meaning. All in all, he represented every fantasy I'd ever had since
that first time that I felt compelled to seek out my sex, so many
years ago.

The problem with Dean was that he was a waster. He'd dropped out of
school and had just bummed around, never even attempting to hold down
a full time job. What he lived on was a complete mystery to me, not
that I gave it much thought.  Maybe I should have, then again maybe I
should have walked out too. If only I knew then what I know now.

I completed school and a secretarial course at College and got a job
as a junior secretary in a large Engineering firm.  I won't tell you
the name as you've probably heard of it. At first Dean was
underwhelmed, but then his mind started to catch on to a few of the
implications and he suddenly started to take an interest in what I was
doing. I was thrilled, mainly because he'd never seemed to be overly
interested in anything I said or did. In fact the only time he seemed
to really notice me was when he wanted sex and then he was like a
rabid animal. I lost count of the number of pairs of panties he tore
to pieces and foreplay was obviously for wimps because he never felt
the need to bother with it. At first I just went along with it, the
Lord knows why, but then I started to enjoy his bestial rutting.
Finally I was nearly as bad as he was and we both took our pleasures
noisily and with wild abandon.

Ok, I've digressed enough. Its time I continued with the tale.

As I said he started to take an interest in my work. He was always
asking odd questions about exactly what we did, what we stored, when
the payroll was. Like a fool I told him. I couldn't see any harm in
it, anyway as I said I was just pleased he was actually starting to
take an interest in me, so I was secretly thrilled.

The clincher came when he asked me to help him to rob the place. I was
shocked and I told him, as firmly as I could, that there was no way I
was going to do that. He reacted predictably enough and so I found
myself with an aching crotch and yet another pair of shredded panties.

It continued like this for weeks. He just going on and on about it.
Saying if I loved him then.... Call me a sucker, because I am one, but
it never failed to wear me down. So I gave in eventually, which is why
I found myself creeping around a darkened factory in the 2 hour
interval between the dayshift clocking off and the nightshift clocking
on. It was the ideal time, or so Dean informed me.

My role was pretty easy. All I had to do was to go down to the
hardware storage area and open the door on the small loading bay
there. It opened directly out onto an alley and Dean, and an unknown
number of friends, would sneak in through the open door. Because I was
on the inside I would be able to switch off the local alarm circuit,
which had a cut-out to allow the storeman to shut off the alarm when a
delivery was due.

That bit went fine and it was with a dry mouth and wobbly legs that I
made my way to the store, through which I could reach the loading bay.
I'd been down there earlier in the day and had managed to distract the
storeman enough to pull the bolt on the serving hatch up a little.
Just enough, so it just held the hatch closed. But would yield with
moderate pressure from outside. So a quick shove and I would be able
to open it and wriggle inside. All I had to do then, was unlock the
outside door and let Dean in. I would leave them to it, as I escaped
down the alleyway and caught a bus home, a bare hour or so late. Not
enough to alarm my parents with whom I still lived.

The hatch yielded as planned but then the setbacks started. First of
all it was smaller than I imagined. In fact I could only just get
through and I'm quite a small girl. Then, when I had just managed to
wriggle the top half of my body through it, the hatch door dropped
down onto the middle of my back. Leaving the upper half of my body in
the store and the bottom half in the corridor. Worse the bolt dropped
down and jammed itself in the small of my back. The pain from the
steel rod was amplified by the weight of the heavy hatch-door, which I
had completely underestimated the weight of.  I tried to pull forward
but the bolt caught in the waistband of my skirt and my leather belt
prevented any movement in that direction. I tried to twist and push
the hatch up but I wasn't strong enough and the hatch was too heavy
for me in my present position. Worse, the bolt dug deeper as I tried
to turn, effectively pinning me down.

I started to panic and I used all my strength to try and heave the
hatch open with brute strength. I just succeeded in hurting myself as
the heavy hatch dug deeper. Finally I convinced myself of the futility
of struggling and just lay there trying to work out what to do.
Strangely enough my biggest fear was that I was going to annoy Dean.
The thought of the sight of my disembodied, but shapely, tartan
skirted ass, was of secondary importance to the thought of how Dean
would react to my stupidity.

I must have lain there for about an hour when I heard a couple of guys
chattering as they approached. This part of the factory was seldom
visited and I was just glad that someone had come along. The fact that
they would release me was uppermost on my mind. I'd deal with the
hows, whys and wherefores of my present predicament later. Now all I
wanted was freedom.

"Hey, hey, hey. Lookee here. There's something you don't see
everyday." Exclaimed the first man.

"Looks like a nicely rounded ass from where I'm standing. It was nice
of someone to leave it here just where we could find it.  Its our
lucky day, my man."

I heard the crack of palm meeting palm and concluded that they had
high fived their approval of my ass and legs.

"Help me please. I'm stuck." I shouted. My words bouncing around the
bare room like a ricochet. 

I felt a hand touch my back and I flinched automatically.

"You got yourself a little problem there girl." The first guy said
with an amused tone of voice.

"Please just push up the hatch, so I can get out." 

"And what'll you do for us in return huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"A swap little girl, what'll you give us in return for letting you
out?"

"I've got some money."

"Don't want your money. You got what we need right here." And he
fondled my ass.

"Oh no, not that. Please."

"Either that or we'll leave you here."

I started to cry. This was too much.

"Hey, what's she doing here anyway?" He said, evidently to the other
guy. "Must be something illegal, 'cause she ain't got no reason to be
here otherwise."

"What about that eh, honey? You thinking on robbing the store huh?"

"Oh please, look it was a mistake. Let me go and I won't do it again."

"Well, well. This creates all sorts of opportunities." The first guy
mused. "Looks like you ain't got much choice, have you honey?"

"Nooo!" I cried when I realised what he meant. I'd have to consent to
fuck them in return for my freedom, both from my temporary prison and
the law.

"No? Ok I'll go and get the security guard. Unless......" I felt his
hand slide under my knee length skirt. "...You decide to co-operate."

"Fuck you!" I shouted as his hand reached my panties.

"I'll take that as a yes. Hey get that rope over there, to help us
secure this bitches co-operation and make sure she don't go back on
her word."

Before I could react I felt a pair of hands rolling up my skirt. When
it was bunched around my waist, in a thick pad, I could feel the
pressure of the hatch easing on my back. 

"Quick." I heard the first one shout. At which point the hatch was
slid open and my skirt was bunched up, together with the tail of my
blouse, to the point where the hatch had been laying. The hatch was
then slammed down, pinning me helplessly, but in less discomfort than
before as the material softened the edge. I could feel them tying rope
to the handles on the door which they used to pull the hatch down. I
assume they tied it to the pipe that ran about a foot above the floor.

The effect of the skirt being hunched around me, together with the
tightness of the hatch, was that the sounds they were making were
considerably muffled. So I could hear what they were saying but
couldn't place their tone. The filtering taking away all the distinct
voice patterns leaving them somehow distant.

I kicked as best I could as I felt my panties being slid down my legs.
I made contact with something and their descent stopped momentarily.
The hand landed hard on my newly bared ass and it stung like hell. I
kicked for a while but the spanking was relentless and I realised that
the only way to stop it was to calm down and let them have their way.
I willed myself to stand still and was rewarded, after a couple more
hard smacks, with a cessation.

I lay there, trembling, the bottom half of my body nude. Waiting to
see what they'd do next. I was completely helpless and utterly
terrified.

"Open up baby. Daddies coming home." Shouted one of them, as he
playfully slapped my sore ass. I kept my legs closed, not wanting to
assist in my own debasement.

He slapped me again, harder." I said open your legs, or I'll get
angry." 

I pressed my thighs harder together.

"Right! You've asked for it." There was a slight pause then I felt a
dull thump on my ass. This was followed, microseconds later, by the
most searing pain I had ever known. Looking back I can only assume
that he'd picked up one of the long, hard rubber, drive belts they
stored down here and was using it with all his strength. At the time I
wasn't capable of competent thought, my brain functions being switched
over to pain avoidance as the next stroke bore in.

I couldn't take any more. I had to give in, I had no choice. Slowly at
first, then with increasing speed, I widened my stance giving them a
perfect view of my crotch.

Still the strokes bore in. I screamed out. "They're open. Please stop.
Fuck me, do anything but please stop the pain."

"Ready to fuck?" The guy asked mildly.

Stupidly I nodded, then corrected myself, sobbing. "Yes, yes. Fuck me.
Please don't beat me again."

"Right on!" Shouted the voice, then I felt the head of his cock
against the lips of my sex. His hard hands gripped my thighs, holding
them rigidly in place. I tried to detach my mind. Think of nice
things, cats, my favourite niece, my mother's.........

He rammed into me in one huge, brutal lunge. He hurt so much I almost
bit my tongue. I could feel myself gripping his manhood tightly as he
obviously savoured the feeling of my tight box. Dean was nowhere near
the size of this guy, so my poor pussy worked overtime as it tried
desperately to adjust to the size of the intruder. He seemed to sense
this and waited until I'd calmed down before he started to withdraw
again. Then he was back and he started to seriously fuck me, his prick
pistoning inside me like it was driven by an engine.

All I could do was buck and twist my hips trying to find a position
that minimised the pain of his forceful screwing.  But it was no good
and I screamed my way through the powerful pounding that was
inexorably taking over my body as the fuses shorted in my brain. He
was quick, fortunately, and within a couple of minutes I could feel
him getting stiffer and fatter. Then he rammed deep inside me and
unleashed a torrent of sperm. I could feel the burning heat deep
inside as he pumped it into me and I was nearly sick on the floor
right there.

Finally he was finished and he pulled out to allow the other guy a
turn. He was slightly less brutal which, coupled with the lubrication
of his predecessor's sperm, meant that, although it wasn't enjoyable,
at least it wasn't as painful.

At  last it was all over and I lay bent over, legs spread wide,
feeling the sperm drip from my pussy and run down my thigh. I cried in
humiliation as it crawled down the sensitive flesh, chilling as it
went. I waited to be released but they were discussing something. I
strained to hear their conversation but they were talking too low and
the skirt muffled the words. After a couple of minutes I felt movement
behind me and I assumed they were going to let me go.

Instead they each grabbed an ankle and forced my legs wider. Before my
dazed brain could kick in they had tied rope around my ankles then
tied them off to something. I was now completely spread and helpless
as to what they wanted to do next.

"Had an idea bitch. Gonna make some bread outta your ass. You can't
see them, they can't see you. Its perfect. You couldn't identify them,
nor us come to that. And we don't know who the hell you are. You're
just a cunt to us and we going to sell ourselves a piece of it. And
no-one will be the wiser."

"No! No! Oh God no. Don't do it. I'm begging you. Please don't."

The pleas fell on deaf ears. In fact I was certain that they'd gone. 

They were back soon enough though and, after 20 dollars had changed
hands, I once again felt the rubberlike head of a cock being forced
into me.

I 'earned' $340 that night. Yeah, that's right, your maths is as good
as mine you work it out. Plus them too of course.  I'd had more sex,
with more men, than I had ever dreamed of.

Did I say dream?

You see, the thing is, that. Oh this is so hard to say. You see.....I
orgasmed. Many times. And I've been trying to work out why. Maybe it
was the combination of  the spanking and the studied casualness of the
sex that turned me on. Maybe it was the fact that I had no control
over what happened, all I could do was lay there and take it. And
enjoy it. And wallow in it. And succumb to multiple orgasms. As I
satisfied cock after cock.

I don't know.

What I do know, is that I've wanted, yearned, craved after doing it
again. So will you please set it up for me? It'll be worth your while.
I could make you, at least, $500 this time.

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