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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

"That's right, you moan for me you little slut," Tom groaned into her ear. He reached around her body and grabbed her breasts, digging his fingers in painfully. He was using her body how he wanted, nothing like how Scott handled her.

Several people walked right past her desk as the left for the day. They looked right at her, even made eye contact. Her breasts out and bouncing. Her ass and legs visible. Tom fucking her hard and rough. And they just kept walking and left.
 
She gasped and whined from the pain in her breasts. She moaned louder for him, hoping he'd get off quicker and let her loose. She leaned down on her forearms, forcing her ass back toward him. At least down, her sore and aching breasts could rest on the desk instead of hang and swing.
 
"No," he barked. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled for leverage, forcing her to raise her head and lift her breasts again. "I want them to watch as they walk by. Let them see your tits bouncing." His shaft filled her completely, the head of his cock rubbing her walls as he penetrated into her core with every hard thrust.
 
"Augghhhhh!!" She yelled as he jerked her. He hit her gspot, sending her into a scream. She tried hard to hide it, but he had her by the hair. There was no hiding.
 
"There it is!" he shouted. "Just like that, fucking scream for me." He was getting close, but he could feel she was getting wetter. It trickled down her legs, and the sound of their sex was getting wetter too. He gripped her hair and kept pounding into her relentlessly.
 
As much as she tried to hold it back, she couldn't with him hitting hard over and over. He'd dug in hard, hitting her gspot and sending her over the edge. She screamed loudly as her splatter blew back at him and ran down her legs. Her legs shook, making her wobbly in her heels. Her pussy burned from the spurting and the rough treatment. Pain and pleasure at its finest.
 
Tom laughed at her, "Ha, I guess you enjoy it after all. Look at you cum all over me." But he wasn't long after her, his body tensing up. He let out a long groan, and she felt him burst inside her. His cock throbbed against her walls as he spurted into her, fucking her through it.

He pulled out of her suddenly, letting his sticky white seed ooze out of her. But he wasn't done. He pressed his cockhead against her ass, forcing himself inside her. He was still spurting, and she could feel it as he filled her there, too.
 
"Noooooo! Owwwww!!" She cried out at the top of her lungs. She wasnt prepared for that and the blistering pain she felt was unimaginable. She did her best not to clench tighter and relax, but it was all too intense to even think clearly. She reached back, trying to find contact with his body to push him back.
 
Delaney's cry of pain sent a shiver through Tom's spine. Her attempt to push him just made him pull her hair harder to stay where he was. He fucked her ass despite her cries, until his climax had ended. He pulled out of her, and as his cum oozed out of both holes, he put her dress back into place.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Andrews," he said smugly as he zipped up his trousers, then walked away.
 
She laid out, bent over her desk for what seemed to be an eternity. Her body shook from the pain he caused, and she spent several minutes wiping tears from her eyes and regaining her composure. Her holes burned and ached, her ass especially. He'd been disgustingly rough with her, and she wouldn't forget it. She wondered if Scott had heard any of the commotion, and if he'd be forgiving in the morning.

After a good while, she finally stood herself up. His fluids oozed from her pussy and her ass, cascading down her legs. She felt disgusting from the fluid flow, but she hurt so much she didn't care. She once again collected her things, but this time, she walked slowly, gingerly, with a slight limp out of the building to her car in the lot. She eased herself into the driver's seat, wincing as her hips and butt made contact with the foam and fabric. She was so incredibly sore, it hurt to sit down. She took a moment before she started her car, but once she had, she took the longest 8 minute drive back to her home she had ever experienced. Climbing out of the car was torturous, and she did it one slow movement at a time.

Her evening consisted of a long soak in a warm bath and a triple whiskey neat with honey and cherry syrup. She hadn't bothered to fix supper because she had no appetite. As she laid in her bath, her mind wandered through the events of the day. Her breasts, pussy, and asshole ached from the abuse she endured all day. She noticed bruising around her nipples, and her skin unveiled slowly developing bruised fingerprints on her breast tissue, no doubt from her encouter in the conference room and events after. She heavily considered abandoning her job. Who suffers through abuse like this, just for a paycheck? The only thought keeping her from leaving the boss a voicemail was Scott's essence. It convinced her to come back in the morning, at least one more time. Maybe he'd punish Tom for his aggression and harming her. Maybe he wouldn't. She wanted to text him to tell him about the damage, but stopped herself because it wasn't appropriate use of his contact information. He'd given it to her for business purposes only, not for personal complaints.

She closed her eyes as she soaked, quieting her mind. Eventually, she pulled the drain plug and sat up slowly. She felt better, but still ached in all the places. She climbed out and dried herself with a thick, fluffy towel. She brushed her hair and teeth, and completed her skincare routine.

She retreated to her luxurious bed, and sat on the edge for the final touches. She caressed her skin with lotion, and rubbed her nipples and sensitive holes with Vaseline with a hope the skin would heal somewhat overnight. As she drifted into sleep, her mind was filled with images of the abuse and assault from the day, and anticipated what she may receive tomorrow. This made for an up and down, interrupted night of sleep that was not restorative to her psyche, or her body.
 
Scott had heard the moaning and screaming that floated down the halls of the office. Anyone still at work had heard it. He had chosen not to act. He enjoyed having Delaney to himself, but even if he tried to lay a full claim to her, he doubted it would change anyone's behavior. And there was a time, before she gave in to him and became receptive, that he thought about doing the very same thing to her that Tom was.

He arrived at work the next day as always. Went to his office, unpacked his briefcase, and started working. He knew he might not see Delaney again. But he also knew that if he did, then she could take anything thrown at her in that office. He had to remain dispassionate and help her weather it. And he had every intention to.
 
Her figure appeared in his doorway, with coffee as usual. "Good morning, Mr. Wilson." Her voice was soft, almost timid. She'd worn a burgundy body-con dress that was soft and stretchy. No underwear or bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric. She didnt wait to be invited in, and instead approached his desk dutifully. She poured his coffee, lifted her dress, and laid back on his desk as she'd done the day before. He said every morning, and she was determined to show him she was obedient.
 
Scott looked up at her as she entered, but then returned to his work. He didn't acknowledge her presence, didn't praise her appearance, didn't even comment on what had happened the night before. But when she sat on his desk, he rested his hand high on her leg. He found her sex, his fingers working in slow circles like always. A slow, gentle build. And this time, he had no intention of competing.
 
She was still a little tender from the day before, but she breathed deeply, relaxing her body. The bruising on her breasts darkened overnight, but the soreness was better. As he worked, she read his daily calendar to him. Today was the day the big executives from the broker firm were visiting. It was going to be an intense meeting, especially with the restructure request. She was glad her wet was starting to build. She'd already mentally prepared herself for a barrage of attention, both wanted and unwanted. She had prepared her asshole with a little numbing cream and a long lasting lube in case she wasn't given a choice again. She was doing to make it through the day, hell or highwater.
 
When she read the meeting to him, Scott paused. "You might become part of the deal they strike this afternoon. You should be prepared for that."
 
"Yes,Sir. I did prepare for that. At minimum I knew it would be an intense meeting and there would be need for tension release for someone." She felt her sex start to ooze over his fingers as she continued to read his schedule. Laying flat on her back, her hair hung over the back of his desk that faced thee hall. Anyone walking by would see the hair and her breasts standing tall .
 
He glanced between her legs at the sensation, looking under her dress. "You're very wet. Are you getting close?" he asked as his fingers circled her clit. He wanted her close, but would stop before she climaxed.
 
"I'd say maybe half way. Since I've given my attention to your schedule, I haven't let myself focus on that as much. " She put his planner down, stretched gently, and took a soothing deep inhale and exhaled. "I'm focused now."
 
Scott gave her a small smile. "Good." He applied slightly more pressure, widening his circles so he parted her lips on each pass. They made a subtle but audible wet sound every time.
 
It wasn't long before she felt the urge to climax. She pulsed under his fingertips, and felt even more wet start to drip. Her sex was swollen and aching, her lips full and flushed a beautiful pink. "I'm close," she said softly as she controlled her breathing with slow inhale and exhale.
 
"Good girl," Scotts deep voice rumbled, and he withdrew his hand. Leaning back in his chair, he licked the tips of his fingers, then cleaned them with a towel. "That will be all this morning, Miss Andrews. I believe you have other work to attend to."
 
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." She sat up and righted her dress. With coffee tray in hand, she exited his office. She wondered why he didn't call her Angel today, and hoped she hadn't upset him. Maybe he was just keeping a line drawn so they didnt get too close. After turning lights on, unlocking doors, and distributing morning agendas, other employees started to trickle in a few at a time.
 
Word was out about Delaney's free use now. Half the men that walked close enough past her touched her in some way. Grabbing her ass or her breasts were most common. But a few men reached under her dress and touched her sex. One even slipped a finger between her lips and rubbed her clit.
 
She did well with the attention, hardly a flinch with the exception of the touches to her sex. Even then, she was calm and polite, smiling and beaming to earn their favor. She figured the more polite and adorable she could be, maybe the less rough they would be. She scurried around the office in her usual way, delivering paperwork and refreshments as requested. She was hyperaware of the the time, knowing the partners would be arriving any moment.

She'd taken it upon herself to approve and order a catered meal for the staff. She made sure the delivery team was on time and set up without flaw at 1 pm. She'd invited the partners to arrive then to have a meal with the team, with the hope it would soften the tension with the redesign.

As planned, the partners arrived promptly at 1pm. She'd changed her outfit into a black body con dress with a low cut neck and slits up to the soft parts of her hips. She'd changed her heels into black stilettos, and waiting nervously for them as they approached the door. With charm and grace, she greeted them at the door, holding it open for them.
 
This was her first interaction with the partners since things had really escalated in the meeting the other day. They hadn't even seen her since before that. Their reactions to her would signal what they had heard, their comfort level with her, and their expectations of her.

Mark nodded graciously to Delaney as he entered. He paused as he surveyed the spread and said over his shoulder, "Nice work, Miss Andrews. I'm impressed." Then he went and took his seat, waiting to get food until the guests arrived.

Behind him, George paused and looked her over. "Nice dress, Miss Andrews. Are you wearing anything under it?" George, at least, had then heard about the previous meeting.
 
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