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She shrieked when he pulled her up and ran his hands down to her ass. She hit his chest as hard as she could, trying to push him away from her. She whimpered again and tried to control her tears, but before she could stop herself the hot tears were streaming down her cheeks. "P-please!" she cried, sobbing once uncontrollably.

"Please, please! I'm sorry, I really am! Don't do this to me, I'll pay it back, I'll pay more back, I'm sorry!" she rambled, talking about nothing in hopes of getting him to back off of her. "I'll work for free, I'll do anything, just not...not...not this!" she began to cry harder, terror taking over her mind. She could think of nothing else except her sheer terror of him in this moment.
 
He stumbled as she hit him in the chest, almost falling over, but he managed to barely maintain a hold on her arm. He squeezed down like a vise, using the hold to catch his balance. He looked her right in the face, but instead of anger he was smiling at her, his eyes smirking, teasing her. He slapped her across the face, not hard enough to jar her, but it left a red hand print. He pulled her up hard now, pulling her body out of the chair and pushing her towards his desk, not relinquishing his hold on her arm. his free hand battled with hers as he tried to push her back to lay down on his desk.

She managed to make it quite difficult, enough to make him decide it wouldn't work. He was going to have to bend her, ass up, over his desk, he decided. His hands suddenly started fighting for something else. They started groping at her chest through her shirt, squeezing her tits hard whenever he was momentarily able to grab one.
 
She screamed as loud as she could when he began to push her towards the desk. She screamed and screamed and screamed, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her. She knew, though, that he didn't have another meeting for several hours and that all of the guests left directly after each meeting. She screamed anyway, hoping that someone in the floor above or the one below would hear her cries for help.

She was thrown off when he began to grab at her chest. She stumbled backward until she hit the desk, falling back against it. She was half on her side, half on her back. She tried to kick him, but kept missing. The only thing that really happened was that her shoes fell off -- in effect, she had begun to undress herself
 
He shoved her shoulders down onto his desk, pushing her face against the wood. With both hands he grabbed the collar of her suit jacket and tugged hard at it, pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms. The effect almost twisted both of her arms behind her back at once. As he tossed the jacket away, he could see her struggling to push herself up off the desk. He threw his body against her and pressed down on her, not letting her get up. He grabbed at the base of her blouse and started to pull, untucking it from her skirt.

Placing his lips next to her ear, his voice threatening and laden with lust and fire, he spoke low and deep to her, "You scream all you like, my little piece of ass, not a soul is going to come barging in here to help you. I'm going to get what I wanted from you from day one, one way or the other."
 
She groaned when he shoved her shoulders down, her face smashing into the desk. She was already in pain from his smack, a large red welt forming there. Now she would have at least a couple of bruises too. She tried to pull herself up and off of the desk, but just when she thought she was actually getting somewhere she felt all of his weight drop down on top of her. She yelped when he yanked her arms back, they twisted painfully. She was quickly losing energy from this.

She sobbed once when he breathed into her ear, the lust making her want to throw up. He was going to be mean and horrible to her, she could tell. She whimpered, as pathetically as she could, and said, "Please...please don't hurt me," though she was fairly sure that he was going to go out of his way to put her in as much pain as he could.
 
He laid on her and struggled with her until he had finally caught each of her wrists in his hands. Squeezing her wrists hard he twisted her arms behind her back, pressing both of her wrists up between her shoulder blades. He transferred both of hands into one of his to give himself a free hand. Quickly he yanked on his tie, untying it and pulling it from the collar of his pressed shirt, and started to wrap it around her wrists. Once she managed to get a hand free and he had to start over, but he bent her arms further up her back this time to discourage her from trying it again. Finally he had his tie tied in a tight knot that bound her hands behind her back. He grinned evilly then leaned back down onto her, crushing her hands into her back with his weight, and slowly, wetly licked her ear and cheek.

He pushed his hips forward, pinning her hips against the desk, then used her arms to yank her up to where she was half standing, still bent over his desk, but with enough air and space for him to reach around her and fondle her chest. He was rough, pinching at her nipples through her blouse and bra, squeezing her tits like he was trying to milk them. And once he had had his way with them for a while, he reached around and started to yank open her blouse, tearing it and sending buttons flying.
 
She had been right, he was going out of his way to cause her intense pain -- and it was most definitely working. Each time he yanked on her arms she felt a sharp pang, once she even heard a pop. She had never imagined that she would get caught skimming money, and if she had, she didn't think this was going to happen because of it. She was bent over a desk with her arms tied together so tightly that she could barely think of anything besides the pain, her tits being yanked like a cow and now her clothes were being ripped off of her. She didnâ??t know how she could even fathom a way to get out of this.

She whimpered when he began to rip at her clothes, mourning the death of an expensive blouse. She imagined that if she even tried to complain about it he would probably bash her head in and pour gasoline on the clothes just to hurt her even more. So she stopped making any sound and just laid limply against the desk, putting her weight against his hands as he groped her just to spite him.
 
He heard his ring clink against the desk and couldn't get his hands out fast enough. She pulled him off balance when she laid down and he landed on top of her. He was sure she had done it on purpose. He growled in her ear before yanking his hands out from under her and pushing himself back up. He quickly swatted her on the side of the ass and hip, spanking her hard four or five times saying 'Naughty girl' loudly over the popping sound each swat made.

He put his hand in the middle of her back and leaned on her, stepping back slightly so that his hips weren't right up against her ass. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and started yanking it up until he had pushed it completely up around her waist. He then proceeded to tear her pantyhose apart to get to her panties. He poked and prodded at her sex through the fine satin material, and then he grabbed her panties by the crotch and started pulling them down her legs.

He leaned down and spit on her exposed pussy lips and clitoris, then used the wetness of his spit to lubricate his fingers. Without even giving her clit attention, he shoved two fingers into her and started to finger fuck her. He probed her and claimed her for several moments, enjoying the protests, whimpering, and squirming that came from her. Then he pulled his fingers from her and roughly pinched and pulled on her hooded clit.

After he had his fill of this, he reached down and yanked her panties the rest of the way down, lifting her body up with his shoulder to pull them off her ankles. He immediately started to shove the garment partway into her vagina, leaving it hanging out lewdly. Then he started to stroke her clitoris teasingly, obviously trying to make her get aroused this time.
 
When she heard his ring clink against the desk horror filled her. Was he married? She didn't want to sleep with him at all, let alone be the other woman, be a house wrecker! His growl terrified her though, so she stayed put instead of running for her life like she wanted to. She cried out when he spanked her, her fingers gripping the desk hard, her nails making marks in the expensive wood.

Then came the bad part. He ripped apart her pantyhose as he fought to get at her womanhood, seemingly intent on destroying everything: her clothes, her pride, her dignity. She heard and felt him spit on her, wanting to vomit again. She yelped when he shoved his fingers inside of her. Though his fingers had been lubricated with his spit, she hadn't gotten aroused by any of this and so she was dry. His shoving into her like that was painful, and she made it known.

She cried out even louder when he pinched and pulled at her sensitive clit. "No!" she screamed, giving him one last violent physical protest, but he held her down. She began to cry again when he tried to shove her panties up her vagina, she could feel the cloth stuck there. His sudden stroking of her clit was strangely gentle, and her body began to react to it. She felt that familiar stirring, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind hated it but her body was loving it so easily that it disgusted her.
 
He smiled as he watched her squirm and fight vainly. Seeing her there helpless was turning him on almost as much as her gorgeous puss and ass. He toyed with her clit with his well practiced fingers, making tiny little circles on her nub. He carefully altered the pressure, pressing down just a little bit more as he stroked her, then backing off again, rhythmically switching back and forth teasingly.

Leaning down, he kissed a spot on her naked ass then let his teeth slip from his lips and bit her ,leaving a little red impression of his teeth. He leaned down further and smiled from ear to ear as he noticed that she was starting to get wet despite her best efforts. A little bit of her wetness was dripping from around her panties. "Hmmmm, it seems you need to be mopped up a bit, Elsa," he said, deliberately trying to humiliate her. He pulled her panties from her pussy and was delighted to see that the cloth that had been inside her was quite moist. Grinning, he started to mop up the liquid dripping from her using the dry part of her panties, but he didn't let up with his attentions to her clit for a moment. The more he worked on her, the more he had to wipe her, until he was wiping her pussy almost constantly. "You're just determined to make a mess, aren't you, Elsa? Well it's no skin off my nose, they're your undies," he chuckled meanly.
 
The way he was working her clit was driving her absolutely insane. She wasn't a virgin by any means, though she wasn't a whore either. None of the men she'd ever been with had been able to pleasure her like he was doing right now -- and she didn't even want it from him. She was getting ridiculously wet, her breathing was ragged, her heart rate was out of control, and she knew she was going to cum. All he was doing was playing with her clit, but he was making her desperately horny.

She had to moan, she couldn't push it back. She did, and desperately, her toes curling on the floor. She knew that her fancy panties were probably ruined from how wet she was making them, but her mind was so clouded with pleasure that she could barely even comprehend that. She was almost ready to blow, her body wriggling anxiously as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Then she finally lost it, a desperately passionate scream erupting from her as she came hard.
 
He was pleasantly surprised when he realized that she was cumming. There was no mistaking it either, he could see her labia squeezing as her pussy pulsed in climax, and she was positively oozing arousal. He actually laughed at her, "Well now, someone's enjoying herself. I'd say you owe me one now, frankly."

With that he stood back up and leaned over her, pressing his weight on her. He whispered in her ear with a sexy voice he was sure she didn't want to hear, "Open your mouth, Elsa." He held her panties in his hand, grinning against her ear evilly. He started rubbing her clit again, he had only paused for a minute to let the oversensitivity die down. He licked the side of her face disgustingly.
 
"No, no!" she screamed at him, her teeth gritted together so that he couldn't force the panties in. She knew what he wanted to do, and it was absolutely horrid. When he began rubbing her clit again he threw her off guard though, she hadn't thought he would do that again so soon. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and before she knew it, the soaked panties were shoved into her mouth. She coughed and tried to spit it out, but her tongue was only driven into it to taste her own juices more. She gagged, wanting to throw up from this again.

She turned her face away when he licked her cheek, his slobber horrified her. She kicked at him as hard as she could, her legs being the only part of her that was free to move. Her arms were tied and her mouth was gagged, but she could still try to kick him. Unfortunately he was a lot heavier than she was, and she could barely lift her legs with him on top of her like that.
 
He laughed as she tried to kick him, easily able to either hold her leg down or move to dodge. He straightened up and took off his suit jacket, tossing it on the desk beside her. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down. He pushed his underwear down and leaned forward. She could feel his hard member nestle between her ass cheeks. He was oozing precum, and she could feel the nasty wetness.

"Would you like my cock, you lovely little whore?" he asked, though he knew she couldn't speak. He gently pinched her clit, eliciting a moan from her lips. "That's what I thought," he said in the dirtiest voice he could muster. He reached below her and spread her open, letting the cool air kiss her pussy. Then she felt his nasty cockhead against her opening.
 
She whimpered when she heard the zipper go down, her face flushing and tears welling up in her eyes again. She knew what was coming, he was going to take the final aspect of her dignity away from her. He was going to fuck her -- the exact thing she'd wanted to avoid so badly. She sobbed when she felt his member rest between her ass cheeks, she wanted to push him away so much but she knew that she couldn't.

She shook her head viciously when he asked her if she wanted his cock, she didn't want it, she wanted it as far away from her as possible. But when he pinched her clit she couldn't help but give an impassioned moan. She whimpered again when she heard his dirty voice, at the same time feeling the air kiss her wet pussy. She sobbed once more when he positioned his cock against her opening, her eyes squeezing shut as she waited for him to begin the worst thing she thought he could ever do to her.
 
He grabbed her hips, loving how she whimpered and cried on his desk. Without a word of warning he shoved his entire, naked length into her, burying his member in her body, claiming her pussy. He slapped her ass as he started to fuck her. He was thrusting so hard that his hips made a slapping noise against her ass each time he drove into her. And then a disgusting sloppy sound started to come from her sex as his cock started to get wet and slosh in and out of her.

He groaned loudly, louder than necessary, wanting her to know that he was enjoying having her body. He reached up and grabbed at her hair, pulling the pins out of it to let it fall around her shoulders. Then he viciously grabbed a hold of her locks and pulled, forcing her head up off his desk as he took everything he might want from her.
 
She screamed when he shoved his length into her, his cock pushing deep inside of her. Then she realized that he was unprotected, he wasn't wearing a condom. She screamed again and tried to speak, but the panties prevented her from doing that. She bit down onto the panties in frustration, but to her dismay that only caused her own juices to secrete from the cloth and into her mouth. She began to sob again, moving her head down.

But her head was violently pulled back up when he grabbed her hair, tearing the pins out. She felt her hair tumble down around her shoulders, free from its restraints. Then he grabbed onto it and yanked her head up, her neck stretching backwards. She kept her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth gripped closed. She tried to ignore what he was doing to her, but he was screwing her so hard and so fast that there was nothing else she could think of. He was taking her for all she had.
 
He leaned over her and started thrusting faster. "Oh yes, my little slut. I love your tight cunt," he practically grunted the words out at her. She could feel his balls slap at her pussy and clit as he fucked her. He used his hold on her hair to pull her head to the side. She could see his face out of the corner of her eye and he started to make overt looks of pleasure at her, moaning to add to the effect.

He laughed when he saw the look of disgust on her face, her panties hanging lewdly from her mouth. He spit on her face with a grin, and started fucking her faster. She could hear his grunts grow louder and faster. She could see his eyes rolling back into his head and she knew that he was going to cum inside her.

He let out a loud groan and shoved his length as far into her as he could get it. She could feel his cock throbbing, it was only going to be a few more seconds before hot sticky cum started to fill her up...
 
She was doing okay ignoring his ridiculous moans of pleasure until she saw his face out of the corner of her eye. Then she lost it, tears flooding from her eyes and down her face, further soaking the panties that hung from her mouth. When she saw his eyes roll back she knew it was all over. He was going to cum inside of her. Her eyes widened in terror and she screamed as loud as she could to make her displeasure known to anyone who could hear her. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" she screamed, though the word was muffled by the panties in her mouth.

She felt him throb deep within her, about to explode at any moment. Her face was red with shame, anger, and absolute terror. She didn't take birth control. If he came inside of her, the worst of all things could happen. She kicked at him as hard as she could, though her legs just flailed out behind her. She tried to move her arms but they just wiggly lamely. She pulled her head as forward as she could but it only caused her pain, he was holding her hair so tightly.

She didn't know what she would do when this was over. How was she going to look at him? How was she going to walk out of here? Her life as she knew it was over.
 
He gasped for air as his body finally jumped over the cliff, releasing. Because he had jammed himself into her and stopped moving altogether, she could feel it as it happened. His cock throbbed like a pump, shooting his load of cum into her unprotected vagina. Maybe it was just the terror of the entire moment, but it seemed to go on forever and there seemed to be no end to the amount of sticky, sperm laden, juice he was filling her with.

She could hear and feel how much pleasure he was taking in this moment. His thighs were trembling against her and he was giving low contented moans that might even have been complimentary had she been a willing lover and not a victim. He was really really enjoying himself, and that made everything seem even more unjust and desperate. Even though his orgasm was now starting to subside, he was showing no signs of removing his genitals from hers or releasing the grip on her hair, making her only defense against watching him enjoy himself the closing of her eyes. He was obviously going to enjoy the afterglow with his cock still defiling her. Slowly, she heard his breathing slow down, and he gave her a playful sort of "good job" pat on her naked behind just to rub everything in more.

Finally, he slowly rocked backwards and his semi-hard cock slipped out of her with a sort of wet 'splooshing' sound. He reached forward and yanked the panties from her mouth, using them to wipe himself up. He noted with a look of satisfaction that his seed was starting to drip from her pussy, and he did not extend her the courtesy of cleaning her up with the cloth the way he had his own sex. Instead he tossed the panties back at her face and zipped himself up. Once he was confident that he had most of his strength back, he untied her wrists and watched to see if she how she would try to recover from this.
 
Elsa felt her heart crack when he finally shot his seed inside of her. She felt his member tense, tremble, and then explode with his pleasure. She was silent, her face red and tear streaked. Her eyes were red, her knuckles were white from tension. She closed her eyes to escape his face, but she could still see it there in her mind. Everything she had tried to keep from him he had taken, and more. The worst part was that he left his penis there inside of her, just sitting there like it was meant to be there. She waited and waited for him to take it out, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that tears were still dripping from them.

Her breath caught when he patted her butt like that, as if she was supposed to be proud of what he'd just done to her. She nearly broke her silence when he pulled out of her, the sploosh sound driving her to want to vomit again. She felt his seed dripping from her pussy and though she thought it was disgusting, she was at least glad that it was dripping out of her and not staying inside. She knew that probably a great deal of it was stuck up inside of her, quite possibly even inside her womb, but at least some of it was leaving her.

She turned her face away when he threw the panties back at her, not wanting his seed anywhere near her mouth. She was actually a little surprised when he untied her wrists, they flopped apart unexpectedly. She slowly drew them in front of her and rubbed them consolingly, trying to make the pain go away. But she had pain everywhere. She rested her hands against his desk and slowly pushed herself up until she was standing upright. She blinked a few times and then pulled her skirt back to where it was supposed to be. She saw her torn up blouse and knew it couldn't be saved. She turned and quickly grabbed her blazer, pulling it on to try to cover the ripped blouse. She buttoned it and turned herself around slowly, seeking her shoes. Every movement caused her pain, but she was determined to look as unphased as she could. She put her pantyhoseless feet into her shoes and looked passed him to the door. Without giving him so much as a glance she began to walk towards it.
 
He smiled far too pleasantly as she tried to array her clothes with some sense of modesty, just watching her. In contrast to her, he looked quite presentable, just a little bit relaxed with no tie and his collar open. He watched as she 'licked her wounds' and she was sure she could see a look of pride on his face, though she seemed to be trying at all costs to avoid meeting his gaze.

As she started to walk towards the door, he spoke, "Oh no you don't. We're not done yet. We still have business, Elsa." Though his words obviously conveyed that he intended to stop her from leaving, he didn't bother to move. He still had the card key to his door in his pocket, and he had manually locked the door using his key code. He knew that her card wasn't getting her anywhere at the moment.

He continued speaking to her, though she was still walking to the door, "I'm going to expect you to come with me to go back to those banks and have the money you took wired back to our accounts." Though she was obviously trying to ignore him, he watched her as she tried the door, trying to hide any struggle to get out from him by blocking the view with her back. He managed to resist chuckling, as he didn't want to end up with a crying woman on his hands. He simply continued talking to her back, "And I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for some insurance that you're not going to run off." He walked to his coat cabinet and opened the cherry doors. He pulled out his trench coat and tossed it in her direction, landing it over one of the couches in the large office. "You're going to strip down and leave your clothes here in my desk, wearing only that coat and your heels as we leave here," he smiled and added with a gentlemanly air that was so incredibly out of place that it sounded almost sarcastic, though he was being genuine, "I'll turn around if it will make you more comfortable."
 
It seemed that every single one of the cards was in Nick's favor. He looked presentable even after their rousing fuck, he seemed calm and pulled together, and he already had a plan to ensare her further. She got to the door and tried desperately to pry it open, doing her best to keep her desperation hidden from him. She pulled and pulled at the door, typing in every code she could think of. But none worked. She growled in frustration, part of her wanting to just run over to his window and pry it open, fling herself out, and splat on the ground seventeen stories below.

She also hated it when he said her name. He said it like she was his sweet pet, like it was a privilege for him to say her name. He was disgusting. She turned around slowly when he told her that she had to strip naked and wear the trench coat. He was despicable. She was going to run away from him the split second she got a chance. She didn't know where she would run to, but she would run. She'd abandon her apartment and go as far away as possible. Across the country, to another hemisphere, anywhere. Anywhere to get out of his grasp.

She finally lifted her eyes to his, a glare full of absolute hate spitting from her eyes to his face. She ripped off her blazer and threw it on the ground, the torn shirt following. She yanked the skirt down and stepped out of it, grabbing the trenchcoat and putting it on as quickly as she could. Him seeing her naked now meant nothing. He stripped her soul already.
 
He simply grinned placidly at her as she stared daggers at him. Oh, this is going to be such fun, he thought to himself as she continued to show as much defiance as her situation would allow. After she put on the long coat, he walked about and picked up her various shed garments, including the remnants of her pantyhose. He put everything in a drawer in his desk and locked it.

He picked up his suit jacket from the desk and slipped it on. Then he walked back over to her and with a gentlemanly smile, he gently but firmly turned her back towards the door. She felt his hand go to the small of the back, wrap itself in the belt-like strap that ran through the coat so that you could tie it up tight in cold weather, and take a firm grip on the coat itself. She realized his tactic immediately, to any passersby it would simply look as if they were leaving together, with his hand on the small of her back, but his grip meant that if she tried to run, he would probably be able to hold onto the coat firm enough to prevent it. If she was going to run, she would have to run naked, shedding the coat before she tried. He punched in a code on the door's keypad and she noticed his college ring on his right hand as he did so, remembering the clinking from earlier. She couldn't see his wedding ring finger as it was clinging to the jacket at the moment.

He opened the door and led her out slowly, he reached down behind her desk and grabbed her purse without relinquishing his grip on the coat. He handed her the purse and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket. "Yes, Jenkins? Bring the car around front, won't you?" he said into the phone, calling the limo driver he contracted for the daily grind into the city. With a far too jovial smile, he turned back to her and made a sweeping gesture towards the elevators. "Shall we?" he said and then walked her to the hall.

Once inside the elevator, he began to talk about the money, "Now, you're going to need to tell me each of the banks you used to do this. You'll have a certified check for $250,000 from my bank once we get all this company money back in place. Will that amount be more than sufficient to cover your, ahem, bills?"
 
She growled again when he put his hand on the small of her back as if they were intimate lovers. They may be intimate, but they were absolutely not lovers. She saw the college ring on his finger but was almost positive there was something else. If he was married, she really would kill herself. She thought that homewreckers were the worst kind of people. She would not, repeat, not, be a homewrecker.

When they got into the elevator she kept her eyes away from him but had two very serious things to say to him. That was all she was going to say. Beyond that, she would be silent. She was not going to satisfy him with whimpering, screaming, or complaining. "I am not taking your money." she said firmly, her teeth gritted together. She folds her hands into fists and stares at the silver lining of the elevator. She had to steady herself to say her other thing, because she knew the answer could just destroy her. "Do you have a significant other?" she asked carefully, making sure to include girlfriends and fiancees in her question.
 
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