Message-ID: <5377eli$9711041023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5377.txt> From: remy <dianthus@concentric.net> Subject: REPOST: Office Christmas Party 2/3 (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: <345CC7E9.6D44@concentric.net> *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. -- +--------------' 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> /