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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- New Boss (M+/F, nc, bdsm, gangrape, v, work) By MercySlayer (mercyslayer@yahoo.com) *** Michael and his co-workers had a pretty sweet operation going before Ms. Wilson showed up. They were able to forge timesheets, sales records, skim a little off the top every once in while, but then the company hired Ms. Peggy Wilson. Ms. Wilson started by "cleaning house" as she called it. Four of Michael's friends were fired within her first week. Michael suffered a formal counseling and cut in pay for lack of productivity. Ms. Wilson required daily morning meetings and criticized the men in the office about everything, including their appearance. Ms. Wilson was tall, about five feet ten inches with short, blond hair. It seemed to Michael and his buddies that she always looked perfect. She never had a hair out of place and just lightly made up. She always worn women's business suits to work with the skirts just above the knee and Michael noticed she rarely buttoned the jacket. Michael and his co-workers, all men, decided that was probably because of her big tits. Sometimes during her mandatory morning chastising, Michael would fantasize about sucking those big tits. Michael hoped that in the near future that would be a reality. Ms. Wilson was a real bitch with an attitude about men, but Michael and his buddies were about to change all that. Ms. Peggy Wilson entered her office, smug as usual with contempt for her subordinates in the company. When she took the job, the first thing Ms. Wilson resented was the "old boys" club that appeared to run rampant when she arrived. Ms. Wilson fired four immediately and planned to hire some women. She decided it would not be long before she could clear out the entire nest of them and replace them with some quality employees. Peggy Wilson went into her private restroom adjacent to her office to check herself before the morning meeting just as she did every morning. She took great pleasure in humiliating the men at this meeting. At 43, Ms. Wilson kept herself in great shape, working out in the gym. Externally her clothing was always very conservative and business oriented. However, Ms. Wilson always tried to wear undergarments that made her feel sexy and feminine. Today, she wore a black thong and black demi-cup bra that pushed her 40 C tits up and out. She always checked herself in the mirror to make sure no one could tell about her secret underclothing. Ms Wilson could feel the men that worked for her staring at her breasts, especially that worm Michael so she always made sure her outward appearance was conservative. After checking her appearance Ms. Wilson returned to her desk to begin the days work. She always started with her email and as she scan the sender Ms. Wilson saw an email highlighted as a priority from Michael. Ms. Wilson was amused, the subordinates, especially the men at Michael's level never communicating with her directly. Ms. Wilson decided to read his email first. Surprised, it simply said, "Open the attachment and acknowledge viewing attachment. Once acknowledgement received, will send additional message." Curious, Ms. Wilson clicked on the attachment and opened it. Ms. Wilson slumped into her seat shocked at what she had opened. There on her computer were pictures of Ms. Wilson, five of them. One was a full frontal nudity shot of her lying on a bed disheveled obviously fresh from a sexual encounter. The second photo was similar but with her on her stomach. The remaining three photos troubled Ms. Wilson the most. They depicted her in various sexual acts. One showed Ms. Wilson with her lips wrapped around a faceless man's cock and his hands squeezing her breasts. The next picture was of her being clearly fucked from behind. But the third picture was the most disturbing to Ms. Wilson. In it, she was triple impaled, a partner in her mouth, another in her cunt, and the third in her ass. Ms. Wilson was exceptionally upset because the pictures revealed her thorough enjoyment of her predicament. As Ms. Wilson sat staring at the pictures of herself in disbelief. She tried to remember where, when, or how the pictures came about. She looked closely at the pictures trying to remember. Ms. Wilson recalled a party at the end of her senior year, there were lots of jocks there and she had gotten a little wild. A little smile ran across her lips when she remembered the strip tease she preformed, but that faded quickly as the reality of the pictures confronted her. "How could that asshole Michael have gotten pictures from that," she wondered. As Ms. Wilson was still examining the pictures with the familiar "beep" of incoming mail diverted her attention. It was a second message from Michael and Ms. Wilson quickly opened it. Ms. Wilson read the message over and over again in disbelief. This second message contained Michael's demands that were basically blackmail. Ms. Wilson knew that Michael was a sleaze when she read the demands. Michael's note contained the following demands: "You will expose your pussy and tits to me in your office tonight at 6 pm for at least fifteen minutes. As I am only a voyeur, you will not be molested in any way, I will just look then leave. If you do not meet my demands, your pictures will be transmitted over the company's intranet system to all employees." Ms. Wilson was furious. She picked up the phone to call security, but out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of her pictures. Ms. Wilson slowly placed the phone back in the receiver and tried to think of a way out of this blackmail. She rationalized that no one would care, but knew that her boss would fire her and her career would be ruined without a reference. It made Ms. Wilson angrier that Michael was the author of the blackmail. After reviewing all her options and realizing there were done, Ms. Wilson thought about what Michael was asking. "He just wants to look, that slimeball," she thought, "I can always have him fired afterwards by someone above me." Ms. Wilson reluctantly composed a return message that simply said, "Agreed." Michael excitedly read the response. It was now almost 10 in the morning and that was plenty of time to put his plan into action. Michael quickly typed a new email message and sent it out. Michael then left the office to make the arrangements for his victim and returned just a little before six. On his return, as he had planned, the office building was almost empty. Ms. Wilson's door was closed as he stood in front of it waiting for 6 o'clock. In his hand he carried the original photos. At the stroke of 6 Michael, without knocking entered Ms. Wilson's office and partially shut the door. Ms. Wilson looked up from her desk and heaved a deep sigh. She admonished Michael about not knocking and Michael intimated that she was not in a position to give orders. Ms. Wilson asked if he had the photos and Michael showed her the envelope. Ms. Wilson stood up, hand out, and demanded the photos. Michael countered that when Ms. Wilson met her side of the bargain then she would be given the photos. Ms. Wilson huffed and walked to the front of the desk. "Where do you want to do this," she demanded. Michael cautioned her about the tone of her voice. Ms. Wilson countered that she was only required to let him look, not "be nice to him." Michael conceded and directed her to remain at the front of the desk. Ms. Wilson stood defiantly with her hand on her hips waiting for Michael's instruction. "Tits first," was all Michael said. Without emotion Ms. Wilson opened her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. "There," she retorted. Michael reminded her that the deal was to see her tits and ordered her to remove the bra. Ms. Wilson did not give him the satisfaction of seeing her naked from the waist up and slip her arms out of the coat one at a time to remove the bra. Michael whistled when he sat her huge tits. That looked like two melons, full with pink areolas and tiny nubs for nipples. "Now what," Ms. Wilson demanded. Michael pointed to her skirt and Ms. Wilson pulled the skirt up high enough to grab the waistband of her pantyhose and thong. She bent over to yank them down to her knees. This was what Michael was waiting for and he screamed "Now!" Ms. Wilson jerked her head up just as the other four men descended on her. Michael's co-workers had crept back into the building and were waiting just outside the door for Michael's signal. They bounced on Ms. Wilson who fell over trying to escape with her pantyhose and thongs around her knees. Quickly and before she thought to scream, George wrapped adhesive tape around Ms. Wilson's mouth while Danny tied her hands together. Scott and John controlled her kicking feet, rapidly wrapping their rope around her ankles. Once they got Ms. Wilson tied and gagged, the five stood over her. They could see the anger in Ms. Wilson's reddened face as she lay on the floor, blouse opened, tits free with her pantyhose and thongs around her knees. She looked up at her attackers and fought the bonds to no avail. Ms. Wilson tried to demand her release but it came out as muffled garbage. "We have to work fast," Michael reminded the others. They set about their tasks as Michael brought the side chair to the center of the office. George and Danny knelt over Ms. Wilson and could not resist chiding her about who was the boss now. They grabbed her under her arms and stood her up. Once standing, Scott and John each produced a box cutter. Ms. Wilson was now afraid and shut her eyes tightly as they approached her. Scott and John laughed and sliced her clothes and removing them until she stood before them completely naked. She felt a hand on her ass and tried to move away. "Nice ass," Scott observed, "too bad it has to belong to such a bitch." As he finished his insult Scott ran his hand down between Ms. Wilson's asscheeks until his index finger found her rectum. As Ms. Wilson shook her head "No" Scott shoved his index finger into her asshole. Ms. Wilson jumped and tried to move away without success as Danny still held on to her other arm. They pulled her over to the chair where Michael was waiting. Michael walked directly in front of where Ms. Wilson stood and without warning backhanded her on the right side of her face. Ms. Wilson glared at him as her cheek burned red. Michael reached up and yanked the tape from her mouth. "You bastards," Ms. Wilson yelled, "I'll have you all fired and thrown in yell." "I don't think so," replied Michael, "you won't be around." Ms. Wilson interpreted that as a threat and began to yell for help. Michael drove his fist into the middle of her stomach and Ms. Wilson doubled over. Doug shoved the tatters of her thong in Ms. Wilson's mouth and replaced the tape. As Ms. Wilson tried to catch her breath, her hands were untied and she was bent over the back of the chair. George and Danny each grabbed at wrist and held it to the arms of the chair while Doug tied them. While Doug tied her wrist, John released her legs, spread them and tied each ankle to the leg of the chair. Ms. Wilson was bent like an upside down "L" with her ass jutting out and her pussy exposed. Because of the way she rested on the arms of the chair, Ms. Wilson's big, firm tits hung down with her nipples scraping the cushion of the chair. Ms. Wilson finally regained her breath and tried to protest her situation through the gagged. The five men all stood behind Ms. Wilson admiring their prize. Ms. Wilson heard their discussion about her "hairy pussy" and "tight asshole" and could not believe she was in such a vulnerable situation. "Now that we got your attention," Michael began, "we want you to beg us to fuck you." Ms. Wilson just shouted into the gag. "We won't be able to understand you through the gag," Michael continued, "so when you're ready to be fucked just start shaking your head yes." The men laughed, as Ms. Wilson violently shook her head "No." She heard their belts being removed and began shaking her ass trying to break free. Ms. Wilson thought she would be raped until she heard the "swoosh" and felt the belt across her ass and the loud snapping sound that followed. Ms. Wilson jumped as the pain in shot through her asscheeks. Michael, who delivered the first blow, let the sting fade before Doug swung his belt and it landed just at the curve of Ms. Wilson's ass. Ms. Wilson pulled against the ropes binding her and yelled her protests into her gag. The men stopped for a moment and Ms. Wilson heard them talking about the red whelps that formed where the belts struck her flesh. "Are you ready to be fucked?" Michael queried Ms. Wilson. Ms. Wilson shook her head to indicate her disagreement with the question and Michael gave a nod that was the signal to Danny, John, and George to get their licks in. The three alternated in their blows across Ms. Wilson's ass. Ms. Wilson jumped against her ropes with each slap from the belts. Bent over the chair in such a fashion, Ms. Wilson knew the skin on her ass was stretched tight. She frantically tried to block out the pain as she felt the heat growing in her asscheeks with each blow. Michael and Doug joined in and the intensity of the whipping increased with the five men taking turns picking a spot on their captive's ass and striking it with the belt. After about five minutes, the tears began to flow from Ms. Wilson's eyes and she fought her bonds more furiously trying to find an escape. Finally, Michael struck a blow that landed across Ms. Wilson's protruding cunt lips. Ms. Wilson threw her head back and jerked her arms up against the ropes and her yell of pain was barely audible around the thong secured in her mouth. Each in turn brought their belts down hard on Ms. Wilson's cunt watching with glee as her labia turned bright red and began to swell. Ms. Wilson thrashed against the chair moving it about three inches with each blow and throwing her head down into the seat. Her face streak with tears, Ms. Wilson begged through the gag to be fucked, but none of her abuser could understand her. As John delivered the final blow to Ms. Wilson's cunt lips, Michael held up his hand for them to stop. "I think she's ready now, let's ask her again," Michael said to the group. He came around to the front of Ms. Wilson, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so that she would have to look at him. "Do you want us all to fuck you," he demanded. Defeated, Ms. Wilson slowly nodded her head up and down. Michael informed her that he was going to remove the gag, but that if she screamed, it would be replaced and the beatings would continue. Michael removed the tape quickly leaving a red mark across Ms. Wilson's cheeks where the tape had been and then removed her thong. He was still holding her head by the hair and she moved her mouth a little. "Say it!" Michael demanded, "Say it or they will start again!" "All of you can fuck me," Ms. Wilson mumbled. "Beg us, and ask nicely," Michael replied, "and this is your last chance." "Please, don't beat me anymore, please, all of you fuck me," Ms. Wilson implored. Michael dropped her head to the seat cushion and he and his co-workers removed their pants. Ms. Wilson's body jerked as she sobbed. Michael positioned his hard dick at the entrance to her cunt, reached around and grabbed her tits. Ms. Wilson's tried to prepare herself without luck as he drove deep inside her vagina without thought of her discomfort or pain. Ms. Wilson grunted as she felt Michael's balls slapping against her clit as he pumped in and out of her dry cunt. "This bitch is rubbing me raw," he complained, then pulled his dick out, spit in his hand and rubbed his member to make it wet, then slid it easily back into Ms. Wilson's cunt. "That's better" as he reached around and again grabbed Ms Wilson's tits and began using them as reins to rock in and out of her now wet cunt. "Please, please, stopppp, stoppp," Ms. Wilson grunted at each thrust of Michael cock. "Shut this bitch up, Doug," Michael directed. Doug grabbed Ms. Wilson's hair and pulled her face out of the cushion. Ms. Wilson yelped and shut her mouth tight as she realized what Doug intended. Doug's dick was poised at her mouth, just touching her lips. Ms. Wilson tried to move her head away, but Doug held tightly to her hair. Michael pumped harder and watched as Doug tried to force his rod into Ms. Wilson's mouth without success. Michael took each of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb and slowly squeezed and squeezed. "Owwwww," Ms. Wilson screamed, and was cut off by Doug's dick and he shoved it past her lips and teeth and lodged it deep into her throat. Ms. Wilson pulled air through her nostrils and blew air out the same way as she struggled to breathe. Doug warned her that if her teeth left a single mark he would personally beat her tits off. Ms. Wilson's face was turning red as her breathing increased. Doug moved his cock a little backward allowing Ms. Wilson to catch her breath. He then entwined his fingers in her hair on each side of her head and started fucking her mouth. He and Michael developed a rhythm, as Michael plunged into Ms. Wilson's pussy, Doug pulled out of her mouth a little. "She a great cock-sucker, almost as good as she is a ass kisser to the higher ups," Doug mused, "Get in line!" Ms. Wilson stopped struggling and simply tried to endure being fucked and sodomized at the same time. Danny, John, and George all waited their turns with Danny standing behind Doug and the other two behind Michael. Michael increased his pace and Ms. Wilson felt him tense then felt the warmth of his seed spreading across her womb. As Michael pulled his now limp dick from her cunt, Doug ordered Ms. Wilson to get ready and she felt the first spurts of his cum on the back of her throat. Ms. Wilson had no choice but to swallow as Doug held her head tight against him and his cock snaked down her throat. She could feel Doug's cock contract and then feel his cum deposited down her throat. Before Doug finished cumming, Ms. Wilson felt another dick shoved into her now well-lubricated cunt. "What a whore," John commented as he fucked in and out of Ms. Wilson's cunt, "how long do we have her?" "Till we're finished," Michael responded. Doug slowly removed his dick from Ms. Wilson's mouth as a string of cum hung from her lower lip to the tip of his dick. When Doug released her head, Ms. Wilson's eyes were full of tears and her makeup streaked. "Open wide," Danny said as he stroked his tool and pointed it toward Ms. Wilson's mouth. Resolved she had no choice, Ms. Wilson opened her mouth and took his dick without resistance. "I want to get some of those big jugs," and with that John reached around and pulled on Ms. Wilson's tits. Ms. Wilson cried out at the pain, as her tits were sore from Michael's attention. For over an hour the men took turns fucking Ms. Wilson and forcing her to suck their dicks. Her pubic hair was matted with their cum and her pussy juices. There were beads of sweat on Ms. Wilson's back and legs as George finished with her cunt for the second time. When not being forced to suck on of her attacker's dicks, Ms. Wilson's head just hung down, supported by the cushion. Occasionally Ms. Wilson grunted or cried a little and this was boring Michael. "I want her to resist, to scream, to make this worth the time," Michael said with anger. Michael pushed George out of the way, took his hand and scooped up some of the fluid coming from Ms. Wilson's cunt. Ms. Wilson raised her head slightly as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart. Her head was completely off the cushion when Michael pressed his now hard again cock against her puckered hole. "Nooooo, not there, please not there," Ms. Wilson begged. But Michael just laughed and slowly pushed his cock against her asshole. Ms. Wilson was beside herself as the pain built in her ass from the pressure. She continued to beg as Michael's dick finally pushed past her anal ring and worked it's way into her colon. "Goddddd, you're killing me," Ms. Wilson wailed, "take it out, take it out, fuck my cunt, my pussy, let me suck you, pleassssssssssssse take it out." "What a dirty whore, begging to be fucked," Michael laughed and pushed the remaining inch of his cock into Ms. Wilson's asshole. Once deep inside Ms. Wilson's ass, Michael stopped and waited while the woman continued to scream in pain. Finally, her screams subsided to heaving sobs and Ms. Wilson dropped her head to the cushion. Ms. Wilson tried to concentrate on pushing the intrusion from her ass or at least to relax the muscles in her ass. Michael waited until he felt Ms. Wilson relaxed, the pull back until the head of his dick was almost completely out, then plunged back in until his balls slapped up against Ms. Wilson. "I've waited a long time to make this bitch paid," Michael said matter-of-factly as he slowly fucked in and out of Ms. Wilson's ass, "you guys get the stuff, when I get this bitch's ass stretched out." Ms. Wilson grunted with each thrust and tried to remain still to reduce the pain. She raised her head to try in see what "stuff" the others were getting. She could hear movement, but nothing else. The pain in her ass eased a bit and she felt the cock growing. Ms. Wilson knew that Michael would shoot his seed into her soon. Michael increased the pace, using long strokes to fuck her as he felt himself about to cum again. Michael yelled and released his seed deep into Ms. Wilson's colon. Ms. Wilson began crying again as the warmth of her attackers cum spread through her ass. Her humiliation was complete when Michael removed his cock, complained about the "stains" and wiped the shit from his dick with her skirt. The others now hurried to finish their work. Michael ordered Ms. Wilson to be gagged again. Ms. Wilson tried to avoid the gag, but she was no match for the men and the thong was easily secured in her mouth. Ms. Wilson's eyes were wide with fear when she saw the propane torch in Doug's hand as he lit it. John held a block of wood and wire in his hand. He heated the wire until it was red then placed the block of wood under Ms. Wilson's nipple and with ease sent the hot wire through the center. Ms. Wilson fought her bonds as the stars of pain shot through her head. John quickly placed a gold loop through the nipple, flicked it with his finger and began reheating the wire to pierce the other nipple. Ms. Wilson's protest became louder and louder through the gag as she watched in horror as John effortlessly pierced the other nipple and inserted an identical gold loop. It was now George's turn as Doug moved behind Ms. Wilson. Ms. Wilson was unsure of what was happening until she felt the block of wood at her cunt, then the pain in her clit as George pierced it. Once the hole was done, a third, but smaller, gold ring was placed in Ms. Wilson's clit. Ms. Wilson passed out as the wire burned the hole in her clit. Michael was not counting on this luck. With Ms. Wilson passed out; it was easy for Danny to remove her from the chair and chain her wrist together and shackle her ankles. The men stood back and admire their handiwork. Their bitch of a boss lay unconscious of the floor with cum seeping from her cunt and ass. Her nipples and clit had gold rings in them and she was helplessly shackled. Michael threw water in Ms. Wilson's face to wake her. "Stand up," Michael demanded and Ms. Wilson struggled to her feet, naked. Danny and George placed a long trench coat around her. "What are you going to do with me," Ms. Wilson asked. Michael informed Ms. Wilson that they could not allow her to go back to work so they had sold her. Ms. Wilson could not believe her ears and tried to ask more questions, but Michael refused to answer. Michael and Doug escorted Ms. Wilson out the back door of the office building to Michael's car while the other three men cleaned her office and returned it to normal. Michael drove to the pier and he and Doug forced Ms. Wilson out of the car. Ms. Wilson walked in small steps due to the shackles on her ankles toward a man standing at the end of the pier. Ms. Wilson could tell he was Arab and he seemed to recognize Michael. "What have you brought me today," the Arab said as he stripped the trench coat from Ms. Wilson's shoulder and let it fall to the ground, "a nice looking white whore." Ms. Wilson had no way to cover herself or defend herself as the Arab ran his fingers over her breast, down her abdomen, and then shoved two into her cum-soaked cunt. He removed his fingers and wiped them on her leg, walked behind her and separated her ass cheeks shoving two fingers into her asshole. The Arab complained she was still too tight. "You were suppose to loosen up her holes," the Arab said to Michael. Ms. Wilson pleaded to be released and began threatening the Arab who simply laughed and snapped his fingers. Two men came out of the shadows and placed a muzzle around Ms. Wilson's head effectively silencing her. Next, one of the men produced a device like a chastity belt. On the belt were to enormous rods shaped like penises but five times larger. They stationed one at Ms. Wilson's cunt, the other at her ass and shoved them both inside her. Ms. Wilson jerked and twisted against the belt and fell to the ground. The pain in her cunt and ass was overwhelming. "This will open her up enough by the time we get to my country," the Arab observed. The two men each grabbed an arm and pulled her to a small cage. Ms. Wilson fought and tried to prevent being placed in the cage without success. Within seconds the two men slammed the top down and Ms. Wilson found herself muzzled, naked and lying in a cage that barely was large enough to stretch out. Her ass and cunt contracted and relaxed trying to adjust to being stretched further than ever. In the distance she saw the Arab hand Michael a large sum of cash. Michael and Doug departed, leaving Ms. Wilson to the Arab. About two months later Ms. Wilson was the main attraction at a small Arab sheik's sex show. Each night she is brought onto the stage and forced to fuck a donkey in the cunt and ass. As first Ms. Wilson refused and fought, but after being hung by the rings in her tits on two consecutive days she learned to cooperate. Ms. Wilson was never allowed clothing and she had fucked the donkey so much, her ass and cunt were always gaping open. Eventually Ms. Wilson's cunt and ass became so loose the donkey would not cum so the Sheik sold her to a whorehouse where her cunt and ass are sold for no more that the equivalent of an American dollar. Ms. Wilson was never heard of again. Ms. Sams entered the office area and immediately started in on Doug. Michael watched from his cubicle as Ms. Sams threatened to fire Doug again. "I don't know why your predecessor put up with this lacked attitude, but I will not," Ms. Sams stated, "that's probably why she quit, but I won't be so easy to get rid of." That night Michael sat at his computer with the likeness of Ms. Sams on his screen. It had been tough to find a college photo of her, but well worth it as Michael began the work of cutting and pasting her image onto the naked body of another co-ed being fucked. He just needed to create two more pictures, send the email, and contact his Arab friend and Michael and his friends would be rid of another new boss. END IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY AND WANT MORE, GO TO MY WEBSITE /~Kristen/mercy/open.htm PLEASE PROVIDE YOUR COMMENTS AND STORYLINE REQUEST TO mercyslayer@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 17