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One day, her bosses decided to teach her a lesson. (MMF, nc, rp, orgy) *** Lidya stared at her computer screen and tried not to become hypnotized by the dull hum of industry around her. This temp job was the pits. Data entry, data input, data entry. Her managers only gave her enough work to keep occupied for about an hour a day, so she spent the rest of her time on pointless websites like Perezhilton.com and facebook. After high school she had completed an associate's degree in business but didn't have the ambition for more. She hated her job. For the most part, she seemed well-liked at the place. She went out to lunch with the few other women at the plant. She ate birthday cake with the rest of the guys at the canteen when it was one of their birthdays. And everyone was so nice. She felt sort of guilty about what must have been a colossal waste of resources. She knew that the men who handed her stacks of paper to shred could do it themselves in less time, and save themselves the $12 an hour she got to do so. Oh well. The vast majority of the employees at the Crosstown County Plastics plant were men, and most of them at least twenty years older than her. They were unfailingly polite and politically correct, only remarking her womanhood with their eyes. On days she wore skirts she noticed their eyes on her long legs, and on days she wore form-fitting sweaters she felt their gaze on her breasts. Nobody ever said anything though, and the tone was one of respect and careful admiration. She liked that. So, she stayed. She stayed despite her mother chastising her for not seeking a more fulfilling, better-paying job. She stayed despite the hours of boredom, the numbness of clicking on "refresh" on Perez Hilton to see what new things the queen had to say about celebrities she didn't care about. It was just about 4:30 now, time to go home. She rolled in at around 8:20 every day but considered it an 8-hour day to leave at 4:00 or 4:30, since nobody noticed or cared as long as she seemed to be there when they needed her. She popped her iPod into her purse, finished her bottled water, and shut down her computer. Friday. Weekend. Finally. She did not notice how empty the place was. The guys usually went home on Fridays anyway, to their mistresses and wives, to their children and commitments. She fiddled with her keys and pulled her jacket on, though with the warm weather she no longer needed it. When she felt the hand on her ass, she nearly jumped a foot in the air. Eyes big as saucers, she spun around and was stunned to see her boss, her manager, and seven or eight of the other upper-management guys standing before her, with shit-eating grins on her face. She felt a spasm of panic in her heart and looked about, utterly confused. Almost without noticing she was doing so, she felt for the miniature keychain's worth of mace that her father had made her attach to her Toyota key, as though the miniscule amount of the product would have done anything with this many men. Rick Morris, her boss, casually held out his palm. "That's enough, Lidya. Give me the keys." He didn't threaten her, but she felt threatened. She handed him the keys. He pocketed them, and stepped forward. Without a warning or comment, he stepped forward and grabbed her left breast, lifting it slightly as though weighing it. What the fuck? She felt her breathing accelerate. "C, definitely, a solid C. Davis, you owe me $20, Waverly, I believe you owe everybody a beer. 'Double D for sure,' my ass. You'd think you'd never seen a tit in your life with a guess like that." Lidya felt frozen with fear. She wished Rick would let go of her breast, but he did not. Instead he squeezed it gently, and pinched her nipple through her bra. Waverly scoffed. "I swear, the bitch had enormous tits last Tuesday. She musta been wearing, I dunno, push-ups or pads or something!" Lidya gaped. Waverly had always been very friendly, asking her to scan binders for him on a weekly basis. She gasped a little bit as Rick twisted slightly on her breast, hurting her. "How about that, Lidya? Did you have gels in last week? Some kinda special bra to make your jugs look bigger for us guys? Were you hoping old Waverly went home and jerked off thinking about your fake tits?" It was difficult to speak, but Lidya managed a whisper. "I, uh, had a date last week, with a guy from, uh, IT. I wore a Wonderbra." The guys laughed, cruely. Rick lifted his other hand and placed it on her right breast, as if comparing the two. "Well, there you have it, guys. A Wonderbra. That still makes you a dumbass, Waverly, and you still owe all of us a cold one." He inched forward, becoming uncomfortably close. Lidya could smell whiskey on his breath. She backed away. The parking lot at Crosstown County Plastics was enormous, linking to several other Crosstown plants- Crosstown Paper, Crosstown Research & Development, Crosstown Family Products. However, back here, in the loading dock where she always parked her 2002 Toyota Camry, she was isolated by the Plastics building and the neverending rumble of highway traffic behind the noise barrier. Lidya was beginning to get the feeling that she was very fucked. "Um… I, uh, really need to get home. I should, uh, be calling my boyfriend soon, he's expecting a call." The guys laughed. Rick laughed and stepped closer, right up next to her now, as one hand inched down toward her ass and the other moved up from her breast to the back of her neck. "You sure are stupid, you know that? Dumb as a brick, you pretty little thing. You just finished telling us about some date with some dick from IT. You telling me that he's your boyfriend now? Nobody's waiting for you. We know all about you. We know the internet sites you visit, we know about the CD-ROMs you steal for your friends, we know about the books you read when we're paying you to work. What kind of a business do you think we are?" Shit. She forgot that she had told them about Mitch from IT. If she had anything in her stomach at all she would have pissed herself. These were people she worked for. Surely they could mean her no permanent harm. I mean, they'd get caught for sure! She glanced involuntarily at the security camera. David Cain, one of the electrical engineers, laughed. "Oh, honey, that's just to scare away the teenagers. We've got a highly-paid security office to patrol what we tell them to patrol, and Officer Morrison Richards is going to tell anyone who asks him that he patrolled this area all night, and that you left here at 4:30 on the dot, and that we had all left for a business conference before noon today. I think you'd better get a grip on your situation, sweetheart." While David had been talking, Rick's hand had moved down her back and settled on her ass cheek. He now began inching fabric up with his fingers, pulling up the skirt as it brushed past the back of her thighs. Lidya shook him off now, and he watched her with amusement. "You can't do this to me! I work here! I will tell everyone I know!" The smile disappeared from Rick's face for a moment. Then he became calm again, all business, and pulled out a long swatch of fabric. He was very tall, and Lidya was terrified, and the situation could not have been easier for him. Without much of a struggle, he gagged the girl. "No, Lidya, you will tell no one. You are a liar and a thief. You have been stealing company profit and leaking company secrets for months and you were fired today. If you are an idiot and claim rape, we will make this information public. You will have no proof. There will be no proof. If you are intelligent as I suspect you may be, you will be quiet, and enjoy this." With this declaration, three of the men came from behind Rick and forced Lidya on her knees. They pushed her skirt over her back and pulled her panties down to the ground. Waverly looked at Rick. "Doggy-style again, sir?" Rick laughed, and responded, "She's a bitch, so what else?" Without any further warning, Lidya's head to the ground, she heard the zip of a fly and felt the tip of Rick's dick press into her. Before Lidya had broken up with him, Martin, last boyfriend had kept trying to get her to fuck him doggy- style. Lidya had enjoyed missionary, and being on top, but something about being fucked behind like an animal had seemed degrading to her. And now she knew why. She felt herself making animal noises as her boss pushed inside of her, rough and vicious. Her hands felt very cold against the asphalt and she shuddered at the things the men she had been working with every day were saying about her. "Hardly any fight in the bitch at all. Cindy, remember that cunt? She thrashed around so much we had to chloroform her. She clocked old Mathews pretty good, remember?" "Looks like dumb bitches fuck the best, huh Rick? Why did you think we hired you, whore? You think 70 WPM and a tight ass is competitive in today's market? I'm gonna love ripping into that pussy. Rick's got nothing on my fat prick." Rick laughed mid-thrust and heaved deeply forward. Lidya felt herself being parted, being split. "Don't forget who signs your paychecks, Davis. Christ, this whore feels good. You may have me on length, Ah! Ah! Shit! But I've got you on endurance. You would have shot your wad five minutes ago, you fucker." Fuck, yes, Lidya, you have a nice tight cunt, you know that?" And it is true- he is fucking her forever. It doesn't hurt very much, but Lidya feels shame and terror, and colder than she has ever felt in her life. She feels him pushing deep inside her, and his breath comes faster now. "Please don't come inside me!" she would say, if she were not gagged. Davis cracks up at this. "Rick, I think she wants you to come on her back. Do you want his jizz all over you, whore? Rick's way too tidy to cum on your back, bitch. He's going to be neat and clean and cum in the hole it was made for." Rick is really moving now, and has grasped Lidya's breasts with renewed vigor. He pushes once, twice, three times, four times, and he shoots his cum inside her. Disgusted, she sniffed angrily as she felt the hot juice spread through her body. She didn't even let Martin come inside her most of the time, and only with a condom when she did. Rick pulled out now, and the men - almost gently- flipped her onto her back. David Cain appeared before her, and winked. And then he was inside her, sliding through his boss's mess. Lidya felt disgusted for him. David was quick and messy, like his work. He slobbered on her breasts and tried to kiss her through her gag. "I'm glad you're on the pill, Lidya. That means we can jizz inside you, which is always more fun. I see you take your pill every day at 2:30 when I go out to the floor to run the pilot line. Don't you know how nice it feels? You're beautiful, sweetheart. Shit, you're beautiful!" He pushed weakly into her, shaking like a seizure victim. She could smell his sweat and taste blood as she gnawed on the gag and tried to keep her hips still, to keep them from bucking in time with the man. David came inside her too, mixing his fluids with those still inside her. She felt the second hot burst, remarking that the only things warm for her now were the parts of her body where men were touching her, and her cheeks where the tears ran down. Waverly and Davis came next, and the part of Lidya that had not emotionally shut down mentally tagged them as fairies when they each fucked her in the ass, using the other's jizz for lube as they had both been jerking off while David and Rick had been fucking her on the ground. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and marveled at how much like a painful shit it felt. She couldn't imagine any woman deriving pleasure from this. She screamed in pain as the men pushed inside of her, enjoying her struggles. Lidya briefly passed out, both from the trauma of the whole experience and from sheer anger at herself, that she had not fought like that Cathy woman, that she had not injured them and gotten injured herself so that she would have proof. When she came to the youngest and newest engineer to Crosstown Plastics was nibbling at her neck and pounding into her, as though this were prom and she was his underaged date and they had agreed to do this. She tried not to think of disease as yet another man came into her, mixing his cum with his co- workers in a sick parody of a tribal ritual. She felt like this had been going on forever. She felt like a collection of holes, hardly human. She hardly felt the cold any more. When she opened her eyes, she was totally naked. Rick had a class to her throat, and she sipped, hoping for water. It was not water- it was vodka. She spat it out, and began to shout. Rick grabbed her by the throat. "Lidya, you are almost done here. You are almost home free. You must drink this now, or we will hide you in the tornado shelter and we will fuck you every day until you die and no human will ever know what happened to you because we will melt you with acid and meld you into a hundred thousand plastic sets of silverware. Do you doubt this?" Lidya shook her head. She doubted nothing of these monsters. And so she drank, a whole six-ounce glass of vodka, more than she had ever drunk in her life. She felt the men strip her of her clothes and dress her in something else, something flimsy and trampy and lacey. She felt her legs pulled apart and for a second she was terrified that she was going to be raped again, but instead she felt cool water sloshing into her cunt and she knew they were cleaning her out, cleaning out the evidence, making this disappear. It was in a desperate haze that she felt herself shoved in the back seat, and Rick himself drove her Camrey. Waverly was sitting in the front seat with him and every so often he would reach back and stick his finger into her. "Still wet, huh bitch? Didn't get enough back there?" He tickled at her clit and, too drunk to protest and just short of blacking out, she felt her body betray her and respond to his darting fingers. "Haha, look, she loves it. Does this remind you of the IT guy? Imagine it's his cock, you tramp. About the same size, I'd imagine." He got bored after a few minutes of this, and the two of them argued about the radio. They parked, and with the ease of experience Rick hefted Lidya over his shoulder and deposited her against the side of the building, legs splayed, punished and bruised pussy for the world to see, a bottle of vodka in her hand. Lidya vaguely recognize the place, a seedy strip of bars where she and some girlfriends had gone for a bachelorette party. No one would come help her here. As Lidya drifted into unconsciousness, she tried her best to make the slutty skirt the men had dressed her in cover her ass as she curled up to go to sleep. During the night she heard grumbling noises, and smelled the sharp smell of piss that came either from local homeless men or from herself. When the police picked her up and booked her for public drunkenness the next day, she knew to say nothing. The men had won. All signs pointed to a slutty ditz, drunk off her ass and giving ass to whomever wanted it, not the kind of girl a good company should feel remorse for firing. She spent the next five weeks in her room with the drapes drawn, refusing all calls. She opened the door a crack for Melissa, one of the women from the office, who left a banker's box of her work items that she had left. On the top was a little post-it note with the cheerful message, "Thanks for all the hard work! -Rick" with a winking smiley face. She enlisted in a community college that Fall. She didn't think she'd ever be temping again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 56