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Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

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SanguineDreams

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Things were good at Carter Investments, working there had always been a pleasure for his employees. They were looked after well and nobody was left to want for anything. There was a very low turn over rate and everybody was willing to pick up the slack of one or a couple who were having a bad day. All of this changed a month ago though.

Carter's daughter Missy showed up at the beginning of summer and she was supposed to be there to help. Unfortunately she had been proving herself to be more distraction and nuisance than anything else. An office assistant is what they understood her position to be was. About the only part of her job that was actually accomplished, was talking on the phone. One might think so much time on the phone, it might actually get answered.

Missed calls and refusal to get off her ass unless it was to act the cocktease was slowly coming to a head. Four men in particular were close to a breaking point with the young woman. They had all worked their asses off to get where they are and the boss's daughter was proving to be nothing but a thorn in their side.

Nothing could be said to her because of her familial backing and even if something was said, they doubted she would listen. A couple snide remarks had been made in her presence but who knew if she could tell they were about her. All in all, Missy was a waste of space and time. A hot young blonde with a fuckable body waste of space, but that novelty had begun to wear off.

It was first break in the day and the coffee room was empty aside from those four who had quite enough of the slacker. "Did you see what the fuck she is wearing today?" Mark asked. He was just over six feet and obviously had a body that was looked after. His suits always pulled nicely to his body without being blatant about anything. In his mid thirties, it wasn't hard for his blue eyes and black hair to draw female attention.

"How could I not?" quipped up Steven. He had a smirk on his face that wasn't exactly unattractive but he didn't exactly stop women in their tracks. Once they got him into bed though, or at least his pants off, most turned into begging little cock hounds. "Too bad she is such a bitch. I would love to bend her over every little piece of furniture in this building."

Kyle, the youngest of the group spoke up next, "Yeah, but what can we do though? She's the boss's daughter and she barely looks at any of us unless it is to glare after asking her to do something." He had a bookish look about him and was decidedly average on most fronts.

Victor had been quiet the whole time, listening and contemplating what the others said as they continued to blast Missy and describe what they would like to do to her. After a few minutes of this he finally spoke up, "Hey, the boss leaves early today and I think a few others are out of town, Megan has that birthday party for her daughter. Why don't we, ahhh, extract a little extra work from her? After hours of course..." A light spackle of silver hair strands could just be seen at Victor's temples, placing him in his forties. He looked after himself also and there was no sign of that old age fat starting to grow on him.
 
When Missy Carter learned she was going to have to spend her freshman summer working at her father's firm, the trust-fund princess was even more pouty and petulant than usual. She had already planned an extensive, sun-soaked holiday of bikinis, booze and boys on the family's private Caribbean island. But her old-fashioned dad had grown very tired of the way she depleted his bank account and his patience. After crashing her second car, he decided some punishment was in order, and as a result sentenced her to three months of boredom as an office girl. That was the final insult, she thought; at least he could have given me some people instead of making me type and so other dropout things.

Still, she found ways to make things more exciting. It gave her a great opportunity to display her wardrobe of provocative outfits, each emphasizing her gym-toned figure to a great extent. Her magnificent, mango-sized boobs were amply revealed with a lot of generous cleavage, all the more so due to her refusal to wear bras. Thin, short corporate skirts did nothing to hide the firm ripe peach of her ass, the tiny g-string beneath, or her lithe bronze legs leading down to some slutty push-up heels. Having complete confidence in the fact it was Daddy's company and no-one could touch her, she amused herself by maddening even man in the building with a rousing lust. The bitter jealously of the women employed there excited her all the more, and flirting brazenly with another's husband or boyfriend was a particular treat. Her sea-green eyes would flash with delight as she saw them seethe.

Otherwise stuck at her desk, she had to make her own fun. She spent hours on Facebook, chatting with her wealth of hangers-on (she didn't have many real friends) and hunting for good-looking guys to sext and hook-up with. Missy had a very particular taste when it came to men : no older than 25, ideally rich as Daddy at least, great body, extremely cute, and a total doormat. She believed it was the least she was due because of her beauty and status. Unfortunately there was a marked shortage of that type in this office, so she barely paid attention to her co-workers.

Another long day was working towards its end, and Missy was idly painting her nails while watching the clock tick around. She was supposed to have worked through a big pile of papers, but she never bothered with that and some other jerk would deal with it anyway. All she could think of was the gym, in particular the spunky new aerobics instructor she had met the other weekend. Idle fantasies involving him had been distracting her all day; she left her phone between her thighs for a while to get off on the vibrations as her friends texted her regularly. Knowing that no man could resist her, tonight she planned to ask him out. All going well, she thought, I'd be riding that hot bod by the weekend.

Daddy had left way early, so with another glance at the clock, Missy decided she was bailing too. Everything was quiet in the usually busy office, and kind of eerie. She headed out into the passage, eyes focused on her phone.
 
The remaining hours of work that day were spent distracted by the four men. Barely any chance was taken to remove themselves from their desk as lurid thoughts streamed frame upon frame of dirty fantasy. Each thought form was as dark and twisted as the last. All of them involved forcing little Missy Carter to their every whim. Permanent tents had grown in the pants of their suit combos and in more than one case, threatened to reveal flaws in the tensile properties of the fabric.

Victor's hand had just completed another circuit down and around his swollen phallus. He couldn't remember the last time he had been hard for so long. Nor was their recollection of his body being so entirely primed to fuck anyone. He saw Missy pass by his office and quickly reached for his office phone. A certain amount of smug satisfaction was felt as he spoke into the corporate receiver, initializing the downfall of the heiress. "She just passed by. Nose in her phone as usual." Once the phone was hung up again, Victor was quick to escape the confines of his desk and look down the hall. He watched that delectable ass of Missy's tick like a pendulum with each step, causing the softest of moans to escape his mouth.

On the other end of the phone, Mark placed the receiver back on its cradle with a sly smirk. It took but a few rushed steps to take him to the door so he could peek down the hall. The front of Missy was just as spectacular as the back, maybe moreso as her firm breasts had free reign under her shirts and had a habit of drawing many hungry gazes. One... Two.. Three, was counted silently before Mark rushed out of the room with a stack of blank paper. He barreled into Missy with enough force to at least pretend the papers were knocked out of his hands and hopefully her phone also.

"Ahhh fuck! Sorry about that Missy," he intoned with little real remorse showing in te apology. Lascivious intentions heated Mark's blue eyes as he openly drank in Missy. The day long erection was certainly making him more brave and accepting of what needed to be done.

Both ahead and behind Missy another head would poke out before their respective bodies followed. There was nothing truly strange about the timing as there was almost always some movement in the office. The only real difference was the intents behind the actions now and possibly the stretched mounds of cloth that existed for each male filling up the hallway. If anyone had been there to see, a dangerous look resided in each man's eyes. Speaking of knowing they were not going to get caught in an act of mischief.[/i]
 
With her emerald eyes fixed firmly on her screen, and her luscious mouth spread in a lascivious grin, Missy was eagerly texting one of her girlfriends about the various messy things she intended to do with the instructor she was infatuated with. In reality she wouldn't dream of indulging most of them, for beside her beauty and intense sexuality she was still inexperienced in bed and secretly frightened of some of the things she'd heard about. But she maintained her persona of a reckless nymphomaniac and enjoyed the mock outrage and grudging jealously it drew from her friends.

Lost in her private fantasies she didn't see Mark until they collided. "Shit!" she spat in surprise and irritation, her body crushing against his. Mark was a good six inches taller than her and she found herself face-first in his strong chest. Her firm breasts squeezed up hard against him, almost working like cushions as she bounced back. With a loud clatter her diamond-encrusted phone fell hard onto the corner of a nearby desk then onto the floor. "Asshole, fuck! Watch where you're going!" she hissed as she knelt down to collect it. Her skirt pulled so tight across her ass it was like the grey fabric was painted onto her perfect curves. Bending forward she presented an ample ogling of her cleavage as she snatched the phone and stood up.

"It's broken!" she said in a voice of the utmost petulance. "You prick, Daddy will make you pay for it from your salary!" Glaring at him with what she considered her angriest face - but in fact was more of a bitchy pout - she snarled and added "Although guessing what you earn, it'll take you ten years!" She pushed past him with her chin in the air and continued down the passage, moving like she was walking down a catwalk at an elite Paris fashion show. Angrily she stabbed her bejeweled, manicured fingers at her phone but found it no longer worked, with a crack running across the glass. "Damnit, damnit!" she seethed. Turning about quickly, she wanted to abuse Mark more, or maybe even knee him in the nuts - that was always so satisfying. But he was gone, and instead a bunch of other jerks who had been obviously watching her ass suddenly scurried out of her view.

Normally it seemed like every problem could be solved by her phone. But what was she going to be without it? Missy was the quintessential dumb blonde whenever a crisis occurred. Gnawing her lower lip thoughtfully, she realized that Daddy could courier a new one around. It would mean waiting for another twenty minutes, but that outrage could be forgiven if she could talk him into getting an even better one this time. Wandering absently around the office halls, she found an empty office in a quiet corner that had a phone on the desk. The push-button device was almost foreign to her and but she understood it well enough. The problem, she suddenly realized, was that without her phone she knew none of her numbers - not even Daddy's. She was going to have to ask someone in the office for it. "Fuck!" she growled, jumping up again. "I'm never getting to the gym now."
 
Having Missy's firm and generous breasts press up against him would have been reward enough on a normal day. Each subsequent movement that did little but show off more of Missy's hormone spiking figure was near the icing on the cake. Any other time and Mark would have politely accepted what she had to say and gone on with his day. "Maybe if you weren't staring at the fucking ground and realized there were actually people that earned their keep around here, you would still have your pretty little phone intact."

The next few moments were spent carelessly pulling the paper back into a pile as Mark watched Missy wander around aimlessly like a lost pet. When she disappeared into one of the unused offices, the paper was discarded into the nearest trash can he could find. A second was taken to reach down and adjust his throbbing erection to a more comfortable position.

For the slightest of moments a touch of guilt entered into Mark's thoughts as he stepped down the hall towards the office. That was mentally stomped down in short order when another surge of blood to his midsection reminded him of how long he had been thinking about this that day. Missy was going to pay in the only way she was capable of. It wasn't like she owned anything or had money that wasn't in card form.

Before Missy could reach the door Mark was in the threshold. Light snickering could be heard trickling from his lips as Missy mentioned the gym. "I wouldn't be too worried about missing out on the gym," he said while closing the door behind him. A predatory gleam glared out from his eyes while they raked over the young woman's gorgeous figure. "You see, it's about time you caught up on your duties around here." A dark sneer decorated his face as he leaned against the door.

The movement was enough to allow his coat to shift back and slip away from the tent it partially obscured. Through boxers and the material of his pants the ridge of Mark's crown could be indentified, so strained the fabric was around his cock. "Me and a couple of the guys are getting more than a little frustrated with your incessant petulant behaviour. Oh sorry, I guess I should use words you understand. We're tired of your constant bitchy spoiled little brat attitude." Blue eyes watched Missy from his smirking face, waiting for the explosion sure to erupt.
 
Mark's dramatic entrance surprised Missy, and she gave a little gasp and jumped, breasts bouncing in sync between the stretched cotton. Her dark brows knitted together and gave her immaculate face a look of girlish confusion. For a few moments she tried to place who he was, beyond the jerk she had just collided with earlier. But all she could establish was that he must be one of the drones, and she couldn't even remember his name.

As his own wolfish eyes looked her over, Missy took a better look at him. The guy certainly wasn't ugly, but he seemed too...bloated in the face to be handsome. Obviously he worked out but a slight paunch betrayed his oncoming middle age. Certainly he was nothing like the kind of guy she'd even talk to, let alone take to bed. Her normally arrogant pout began to turn into an anxious frown as she studied the look on his face. Lecherous looks and dirty leers were nothing knew to her, but this guy's expression was something altogether different. His creepy little laugh already had the hairs on the back of her elegant neck standing up.

She listened to his words, some kind of workplace crap. His obvious erection caught her eye and she regarded it with an affected disdain. Clearly the guy was some kind of office tyrant who thought that, because he thought she a 'dumb blonde', he could treat her like nothing. Obviously he knew who her father was too, so he must have felt even more smug, she thought.

When his final words "bitchy - spoiled - brat" were spat out, Missy smirked at the obvious provocation. What he supposed an insult had actually been thrown at her so many times that she had adopted it as a badge of pride. Her opinion of the guy as some kind of jerkoff control freak seemed confirmed, and she decided it was time to give this sleazebag a lesson.

Placing one hand on her hip, she casually fingered the top button of blouse with the other, all the while smiling as invitingly as a porn star. She took slow steps towards Mark, swinging her hips a little as she moved. The whole idea was to distract him, and focus his gaze firmly on her exceptional breasts. Speaking in a soft and controlled tone, Missy stepped right up to him, looking up with a provocative fire in her deep green eyes, and said "You got a problem with my attitude, sir?" She laid a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the last word, while resting her hands firmly on his shoulders. Then with a swift, sudden strike she kneed him firmly in his rock-hard erection. "Here's my fucking apology, jerk. You're lucky I don't have your sorry ass sacked." With a satisfied sigh she flicked her flashing hair over her shoulder and said coldly "Now, give me your phone, and maybe I won't ruin your life." A superior smile beamed on her face.
 
If only the little bitch had any inkling as to how she was perceived by everybody. It didn't take some tyrant to have an urge to finally step up and teach another a lesson. There was some reap what you sow metaphor begging to make itself known to the young woman. Before too long she would gain experience that no words or prettied up metaphor could teach her.

Mark wasn't there to make nice or ask the little cocktease out on a date. Her sudden shift to wannabe seductress may have worked on a younger version of himself but he saw right through the ploying actions attempted by the young woman. He would certainly watch with amusement as the clumsy attempt at distracting him with her wiles, began to play out. Taking this little bitch down a peg is gonna be funner than I thought. The sorry excuse for distraction and attempt at disabling him were laughable in Mark's eyes. This wasn't some chance encounter down a dark alley where anyone could come around the corner and the act had to be rushed. Just because Mark's erection led the way, didn't mean he wasn't thinking rationally at all.

A protective hand dipped and cupped his swollen cock as Missy's hands came to his shoulders. The impact of her knee, though a little jarring to his hand, would not be as effective as the young woman hoped. Mocking clicking could be heard from Mark, like a mother lightly admonishing a child. "Ahh, ahh ah," would be all the warning coming from Mark before his hand shot out in time with Missy's hand flicking her hair back. It headed on a collision course for her face with enough strength behind it to twist a person around. At the very least a good sideways snap of the head would follow an echoing smack.

"There's a phone right fucking there! How about you get on that one and make a couple calls? I would hate for there to be no witnesses to the office tramp getting what she deserves." Cold eyes glared down at Missy and Mark seemed ready to strike if she tried anything again. The most relaxed part of him was the single finger tugging at the tie around his neck. "It's just you and me in here, you little slut. Now get on that fucking phone and call Steven, Victor and Kyle down to this room!" His voice raised slowly and became especially vehement as he neared the end of his directions.
 
Missy always framed everything like a little drama where she was the heroine. Everything always worked out for her, and there was no problem she'd ever encounter which couldn't be solved by either her face or her father. The easy life that her beauty and her body assured her had made her incredibly overconfident and utterly unable of imagining a situation where she was not in charge. Things had always played out by her script, and with a haughty presumption she imagined this was just another one of those moments. The loser would crawl away defeated, she could use his phone for herself, and all was right with her universe.

Lost in her little moment of triumph, Missy never saw Mark's backhand coming. For a split second her world exploded and her vision filled with a bright wall of stars. Daddy had slapped her a few times in her life, but those punishments were nothing compared to the deliberate cruelty of Mark's blow. She made a small guttural grunt and was flung to the floor in an awkward heap. Her cheek felt like it was burning from where she'd been hit, but the bright red flame of humiliation burned even harder. She could taste the iron tang of blood, and suppressed a soft whimper as she gingerly pressed her fingers to the rapidly swelling bump on her face.

"Ungh," she grunted as she tried to speak. "Uhnn, fuck, oh fuck," Painfully she sat up, automatically pulling down the hem of her skirt in an successful attempt to hide her black lacy g-string. Mark received more than an ample view of her most private of places as she struggled into a kneeling position, holding her hands up slightly. Swallowing hard, she tried to focus her thoughts as her head seemed to ring like a bell. "B-bastard, you are so screwed. Daddy's gonna fuck you up so bad." As anger began in well up in her churning stomach she tried to seize on it, and fight back. The shock and embarrassment was almost enough to overcome her rapidly increasing terror at losing all control.

Looking up at him in defiance, her attempt to meet his cold gaze ended quickly as he raised his hand ended quickly as she instinctively flinched. This can't be happening to me, she thought wildly as everything seemed to spin. It's all some sick joke that Jenna or Sara has set up, and any minute they're going to jump in and surprise me. But even as she tried to rationalize the situation, Missy was worldly enough to sense what was going on. As Mike barked orders, her natural submissiveness to cruel dominant men began to bubble beneath her snarky bitchy exterior.

"O-Okay," she said in as controlled and calm a voice as possible. "Okay, I'll do it, just don't hit me again." She quickly crawled across the floor on her knees and took up the receiver as she shot him a series of nervous glances. For a few moments she paused, a bright pink fingernail resting on one of the numbers. Then with a frightened urgency she repeatedly tapped the hash button in an attempt to raise the operator, quite ignorant of the fact there was no such line in this building. "Help! Heeelp! She shouted into the mouthpiece. "A-aw shit, aw shit, someone get up here!"
 
The resounding smack that reverberated through the room was satisfying on many levels. The final small echoes brought a sick little smile to Mark's face as he watched Missy crumple to the ground. Warmth and slight stinging on the back of his hand was a far from uncomfortable feeling. Smug satisfaction was written on his face while watching Missy struggle to push herself back up.

Lust flooded out the smug look for a moment as he caught sight of Missy's barely covered teenage sex. "I bet that little cunt of yours is pretty tight isn't it?" Mark mockingly asked and made it known he had seen the way her lips protruded on each side of the g-string. "Being such an uptight bitch, it would have to be. Wouldn't it?" Her defiant declaration only brought more mocking, near sadistic laughter. "Hmm, that may be so. Not before me and the boys are done with you though. Hell, I bet your Daddy may even thank us. Obviously he has been too weak to teach you proper manners and how to be a lady."

A black leather shoed foot reached out as Missy crawled away. The toe of it hooked under her skirt just before she was out of reach and pushed the short garment up. "Goddamn, even better in the flesh," Mark said as he watched her crawl away from him, his eyes focused on the firm globes of her ass as they naturally sashayed back and forth. "You look fucking hot down there Missy, on your knees like a good little bitch." Shrugging his shoulders had Mark's jacket slip down his arms while he continued to watch and tease Missy.

"What's wrong Missy? Didn't bother to learn anything about your job?" Came from Mark in a dangerously calm voice as she pleaded into the receiver to no avail. The loosened tie around Mark's neck was pulled over his head as he approached Missy from behind. Rapid movements would put the accessory over Missy's head and Mark would pull up on it like a makeshift garrote. "Now that isn't what I told you to do, was it? Things will go much easier for you if you do as I say. Wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get too damaged, now would we, slut?" The last wors was emphasized with a soft hiss as Mark towered over her, glaring malice in normally placid blue eyes.
 
The feeling of panic burned through Missy's tight like body like an electric current. She wanted to puke, and retched violently a few times as she struggled to breathe. With her skirt well up over her ass she felt totally vulnerable and exposed. It was like an ironic parody of the way she usually love to show herself off, as this time she wanted to be as invisible as possible. Incoherent little whimpers emitted from her trembling lips as she tried to process the situation. One of her heels came loose, twisting her foot painfully as she scuttled across the floor.

Mark's abuse rained down upon her but didn't really register. All she heard was his cruel, leering tone and the laughter that felt like ice water down her make. The reality of what was going to happen to her was becoming more and more apparent to Missy but she blocked it out in wild denial. She could see his immaculate shoes as he paced around, while she cringed in expectation of another blow. "B-bastard! Asshole!" she mumbled softly as he taunted her. Absently she wiped at the hot tears beginning to streak down her cheeks, smearing mascara across her face and giving her a whorish appearance.

Her throat went dry and cracked as she pleaded down the phone. When she heard nothing but the dial tone her stomach felt like a bowling ball. She was trapped, and with sickening misery she realized it was entirely her fault. Pushed to frantic desperation, she screamed and smashed the phone with the receiver, while shrieking "HELP ME! HELP ME!" as loudly as she could.

Suddenly, the tie was around Missy's slender throat. She grabbed at it wildly with one snap, tearing off a bright pink nail as she clawed on the tightening silk. Her other tried to reach back and hit Mark, but only succeeded in flapping uselessly against his leg. Kicking out like a bucking animal she whacked her shins viciously against the desk. Utter terror raced through her mind now as she was convinced she was going to die. Strained to the hilt, her shirt popped a button which bounced away with a clatter, exposing a hint of her breasts. "Plzzzz! Plzzz!" she tried to beg but her pleas were cut off. A field of stars seemed to fill her eyes as he felt her heart was going to explode.
 
It may have not been a direct phone call to anyone he asked, but her screams would work just as well. Better actually as it would summon any who would hear. Unfortunately for Missy those left in the building to hear the desperate cries, were not of the mind to help her. Like wolves drawn to a member of their pack taking down a screaming deer, Steven, Kyle and Victor were all drawn to the commotion and echoing screams of Missy as they seeped from behind the closed door and down the halls. Satisfaction and resolve mixed with an existing licentious expression on the men's faces.They wouldn't rush though, there was no need to. It was only Missy and those four men, eager to mete out punishment on the teenage tramp.

"Not what I had in mind, but it will do. Thank you Missy. If nothing else you have made the main event a little sooner in the making." Mark sneered as Missy hollered out in desperation. He cinched the silk tight in his hands, enough to cut off her air supply somewhat and prevent further strong vocal outbursts. Her struggling would be futile as Mark pulled at the tie and dragged her back to her knees in front of him. Once back upright somewhat, Mark wrapped the ends of the tie around one hand and used only it to keep just the right amount of pressure around Missy's throat. Enough for air to struggle down her constricted passage.

"Now you're getting into the spirit," Mark mockingly spoke down at Missy as she attempted to say please. His eyes flowed to the freshly exposed soft flesh of her firm teenage breasts, drinking in the partial view of many men's fantasies. A tug of the tie backwards and to the side would pull her head back and angle it just right so the bulging tent in his pants would rub against her cheek. He could have sighed at the sensation but all he showed was a dark hungry smirk. As he rolled his hips slightly to rub more against her face, Mark's free hand dipped down and tugged roughly at Missy's shirt. The remaing buttons followed suit with the first, pattering against the desk and reaching as far as the wall across from them before landing with soft, dull thuds against the floor.

Just as her full rack was exposed the door would open and in would file the three other men. It wouldn't be difficult to see that they were not there to help. The bulge in each man's pants was proof of that. They didn't bother to close the door as each of them moved into the room. Kyle would be the first to speak up as he saw Missy's magnificent tits on display, "Fuck are those real? They look way too perfect to be real!" Came his rapid exclamation, clearly in awe of the perfect expanse of flesh in his vision.

Mark snickered and reached his hand to roughly grab one of Missy's breasts. He squeezed until flesh seeped between the 'V's of his spread fingers. "Oh they are real alright," he said before releasing his grip and giving the firm mound a slap. Old man Victor stepped forward and reached with both hands, his distended cock though not especially large still produced a prominent bulge that was right in Missy's line of sight. Each hand took a firm grip on a breast each and again they would be squeezed but not as roughly and in a massaging motion.

"Mmm," came the quiet lecherous moan while his hands roamed her ample breasts. "Fuck those are nice! You like that tramp?" He asked as the grip was released, only to pinch her nipples between index finger and thumb as he tugged on them.
 
Forced to her knees while being choked, both Missy's hands gripped desperately at the silken noose while she made weird noises. Her sea-green eyes bulged as they stared up at Mark, black streams of tear-smeared mascara racing down her bright red face. Desperately she fantasized about some sudden rescue, and prayed madly that another worker would hear something and she'd be saved. Everything seemed like a surreal nightmare as she tried to beg Mark to stop. Her hair, formerly so immaculately arranged, now lay strewn across her face and shoulders like a jungle girl.

As he pressed her face into his crotch she grimaced and retched again, but only a weak choked cough emerged. She could feel his rigid cock through the fabric she scrunched her eyes tight and tried to wish everything away. However she couldn't block out his foul torrent of words or the reek of his stale sweat-soaked body. As his hand traveled down the front of her shirt her eyes darted open again in dull horror, and Missy grabbed his wrist in a frantic attempt to stop him. But she was helpless to do anything as her top was torn open and her magnificent breasts burst forth, bouncing with teenage firmness as they escaped the confines of her shirt.

When Missy saw the other men show up her pounding heart stopped for a second. She realized things were far worse than she had already feared, and her darkest nightmare was about to come true. There was no mistaking the looks on the faces of the lecherous trio as they entered into the room, with all eyes on her struggling nubile body. The whole concept of being raped was an utterly unthinkable thing to her, and the growing reality of her situation was beginning to freeze her blood.

With one of her hands stuck inside the silk noose, she clawed and grabbed wildly with her free one as the men moved in to molest her. Although Missy had had some rough lovers before this sleazy assault was more painful than anything she had experienced. Both her beautiful young boobs were being twisted and squeezed like the ripe mangos they resembled. Beyond all the physical pain, it was the searing humiliation of the ordeal that was hurting her the most. Men had always revered her body, but now they were using it like a slab of meat. She had always been in control but now that had been torn away like her flimsy shirt.

Missy remembered a time she and some girlfriends had watched a porn movie during a sleepover. She saw how the girl in it was basically ravaged by a group of guys and she wondered how a woman could possibly handle that, let alone enjoy it. Now she found herself in that same situation, like a waking nightmare. Pushed to utter desperation Missy was prepared to willingly offer them all the delights of her body if only they would stop their brutal molestation.
 
"There's no use fighting Missy," Victor spoke quietly while continuing to manhandle the delicate mounds atop her chest. He released her nipples and let her breasts bounce enticingly back in place. A quick slap followed across each breast, the tips of his fingers flicking across her nipples. "Now if I get Mark here to release his hold around that beautiful neck of yours, are you going to cooperate? Or are we going to have to bind your hands and feet together also? Maybe bend you over this desk and tie you up?" His voice was deep and low and the look in his eyes told of how serious he was.

Kyle came to stand beside Victor to block any direct route of escape. The door was still open and partially guarded by Steven's imposing figure. Out of all of them Steven seemed the most reluctant to engage directly in what was going on for the time being. His stomach was a little softer than the other's and it appeared he was the only one experiencing any discomfort at the moment.

Mark's hold on the tie loosened but never quite gave Missy enough room to escape. It only allowed her breathing to come easier. "What do you say Missy? You gonna be a good little cocktease and stop the teasing?" His free hand pushed through her hair and relished in the silky texture of it as he awaited her answer. Mark and Victor held dark smiles on their faces while Kyle seemed over eager and Steven almost seemed more resigned than anything. No matter what look each had, their bodies were ready and willing to dip into the pleasures Missy's nubile young body could provide.
 
Every muscle in Missy's tight and toned physique was straining to the utmost. All the hours she had spend toning her perfect figure at the gym now backfired as it just made her more capable of taking abuse. Her supple tits stung from the slaps and the flicks, and she screwed her eyes up tight in pain. Hot tears still managed to break through as she struggled to make a sob through her constricted throat. The bright diamond set in her bellybutton flashed as her firm stomach rose and fell quickly from her exertions.

Missy struggled to focus on the exact words being poured in her ear but she could certainly be sure of their evil. Even though a part of her sill tried to denied it, she now accepted she was going to be raped. Her stomach churned as she wished Daddy had never made her come here and that she had never met these creeps. She realized the best she could hope for now was to lessen the suffering somehow, and play along with her captors. If I do what they say everything will be fine, she told herself, wincing in disgust as she felt Mark's hand stroking through her hair. Forcing her emerald eyes open, she stared up at him through a tear-washed haze, pleading with imploring stares for him to stop throttling her.

When he finally loosened the tie a little, Missy gulped down air and lowered her hands, grateful her pain had been lessened even just a little. "P-pplease!" she rasped. "I...plzz..I...I'll do anything...I'll do anything you want!" She could feel her heart beating so hard it felt like it would erupt from her chest. "Do anything you want to me, just please stop hurting me! Please, stop strangling me!....oh god..." Missy looked around like a crazed beast in a pit, surrounded by hunters. Her piercing sea-green gaze fixed again on Mark as she pleaded "Oh god, I'm begging you, u-use..." She had to take a deep breath before she could say the next words. "I'm begging you, please use a condom...I-I don't want babies, please...there's some in my purse..." Offering all she had to bargain with, she whimpered "I'll be a good girl...I'll suck you all off, I'll do it good, I swear!"
 
Bits and pieces of Missy's pleading were chosen to be heard by Mark and Victor, who were obviously the ringleaders of the group. It brought chuckling from them both with Victor being the first to speak up, "Sucking us all off is a good start, but don't think for a second it is going to end there. I have half a bottle of Viagra in my desk and I am willing to go all night with yourittle body. I may not be as young as these other guys, but I can ensure my cock is ready for service all night. Oh and I don't think you have a choice in whether we sheathe up or bareback that cunt of yours. I know I'm going to enjoy blasting a load deep into all your holes!" A sadistic lecherous smile crossed Victor's face as he took a step back from Missy.

"Like Victor said," Mark started with a tug of the tie to ensure he had Missy's full attention, "sucking our cocks is a great place to start. Not the best place though. First your going to give us all a little strip tease and then your going to crawl to each of us in turn and fish our cocks out. If you don't give it your all, we will simply force that throat of yours open. Trust me, your gonna want to do a real good job, especially on Steven over there. Rumors with the ladies is that it is hard to fit into their pussies, let alone down their throat." Mark unrolled his hand from the tie and released Missy. A few seconds at best was allowed for her to recover before he barked down at her again, "Start stripping you little cocktease!"

Each of the men took a step back to give Missy room to start the show, except for Steven who remained in the doorway. Their eyes raked over her body with eager looks on their faces. Lust in each expression was undeniable, all of them wanted at Missy and even the quieter ones could not deny the animals that rose up in them. They were going to fuck her hard, use all her holes and if she was lucky by the end of that night, she wouldn't be sporting a baby bump when she returned to school. Maybe a new taste for getting fucked by a group of men, but no evidence that she had been and had no way of telling who the father was.
 
The oozed threats and insults of the men were barely registering with Missy. It was still almost impossible for her to understand a situation where she was totally helpless. Slowly,in the depth of her egotistical bimbo mind, she was beginning to understand how bad things were. Part of her wanted to scream or to fight back, but she couldn't summon the courage. Instead she tugged at the noose around her neck, gingerly feeling the cruel welts it had left. "O-ok," she said, trying to sound as calm as possible, as Mark order her to strip.

Missy drew her trembling hands up to her shoulders, nervously glancing around the men. She had only ever been with two guys in her short life, now twice that many were going to see her naked. For all her posing and bluster she was really as terrified as a virgin on her wedding night. Swallowing hard and repeatedly, she slid the cotton blouse off and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were now fully exposed, as large and round as ripe melons, each with a bright pink nipple budding out from the almond skin. Although she was still in development to full womanhood, her chest was already something a porn star would envy - and completely natural, as their firmness proved. On her flawless tan there wasn't a pale line to be seen, evidence of her regular habit for nude sunbathing. All her many hours of gym, cheerleading and pampering were clearly evident.

Sweat ran down her face in rivulets, her breath coming in short desperate gasps as panic washed through her. After a few moments hesitating she unzipped her skirt, eyes averted and facing downwards to try and avoid the searing looks of the men. It fell onto the shirt lying at her feet. Now she stood wearing only the tiniest of black g-strings, a small red heart embroided on the front. Missy was extremely careful in grooming and she was shaved as smooth as a marble statue. At the top of her inner thigh was a small yellow smiley face and the inscription "Lucky You!" - something she had only ever intended her most intimate lovers to see.

She held her hands up instinctively, her quivering voice breaking as she spoke. "I-I could make you all really rich, man...(oh shit please god help me)..I..I could make you all fucking millionaires if you just let me make a call right now.." Burning like bright green lights, her eyes raced around the men looking for some kind of sympathy. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she shook from adrenalin and fear. "Please don't make me do this!"
 
It may not have been much of a show put on by Missy but that didn't stop pulses from quickening or hands from lewdly rubbing against the mounds of cloth covered, engorged phalli. A dead man could get harder with the lack luster revealing of Missy's perfect body, her flawless tan telling much about some extra curricular habits she indulged in. "Look at this little slut," Victor began, "not a single fucking tan line. Does daddy know his little girl is prancing about naked at home? Probably trying to lure the pool boy to service her gash." More sickening laughter concluded Victor's insinuating words.

Expectant looks flickered down to the last scrap of clothing to be removed, only to turn to disappointed expressions as Missy again tried to plead her way out. At least one member was having no part of Missy's request. Mark approached her from behind with an angry look in his eyes. "Last time I let you use the phone, you tried calling for help. Do you really think we are dumb enough to give you a second chance?" Fingers from both hands moved down her sides and to her hips where they hooked into the flimsy material of the g string. "Besides, we don't want money." The length of his cloth covered erection pushed into the small of Missy's back, "We want a taste of what has been teasing us this past month!" A sharp pull created a tearing sound as Mark wrenched on the g string and tore it from Missy. "Oops..."

Upwards his left hand travelled until his fingers pushed into Missy's hair. Mark clenched his han I to a fist and pulled her head back. "Now how's about you give me a little kiss?" In an instant his lips smashed into hers and his tongue pushed out to try and force it's way into her mouth. Mark's right hand moved around Missy to pull her body in close, his fingers pushing forcefully between her legs to rub at her bald pussy. They squirmed around until Missy's clit was found, thumb and index finger pressing against it and ready to squeeze if she tried to resist his tongue's entrance.

Victor's assault on her breasts began again, his hands squeezing each perfect mound hard. "Fuck I love these tits! I bet they would feel real nice wrapped around my cock!" He grinned while watching Mark try to force a kiss from Missy. To help him out, Victor gave each firm globe a hard smack that sent her breasts wobbling and swaying back and forth. A red imprint could be seen forming where his hands struck before it was again covered by Victor's hands.
 
Missy's eyes burned like bright green lamps as they raced around the faces of her tormentors. Desperately she was looking for something that would help her, some sign of sympathy or mercy. But there was none and in fact the cold looks of the men just filled her with more fear. Their callous words and evil laughs make her stomach churn. She was trembling hard, her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. Sparkling sweat beaded on her beautiful young body, trickling down her breasts and belly.

She wasn't really listening to what Mark was saying, but she could definitely feel the threat in it. She forced herself to remain still while his hands traced over her sides and she felt his rock-hard erection crushed against her back. But when his thumbs hooked inside her g-string she tried to grab his wrists and stop it. There was nothing she could do however as he tore the flimsy cloth away and left her completely exposed. It burned painfully across the soft slit of her pussy as it was ripped away. "NO!!! NOOOO!!!" she shrieked, trying futilely to hold back Mark's considerably stronger arms. The ease with which he overpowered her came as another chilling shock.

Normally she loved the sensation of a hand through her hair, but this time it was as horrible feeling. When Mark plunged his tongue down her tongue she mad a muffled scream, trying pathetically to force him back. Something about him tasted really gross and made her want to retch. As he pressed her to him she made a choked wail as he slipped his fingers into the little oyster of her pussy. She was dry and tight as ever and his invading digits prodded painfully.

Her firm, springy breasts had always been super-sensitive, and she had always enjoyed herself and and her lovers playing with them. The brutal assault they endured was like a perverted inversion of that. Everything she loved - showing her beautiful body off, teasing with it, playing with it - had been twisted into horror and humiliation. With nothing to back it up any more, her arrogance had disappeared completely and she was now desperate to please. As Mark pulled her head back - giving them a few moments for breath - she leaned into his ear and gasped "P-please, stop, lemme suck you off, I'll do it so good...please..." Her voice trailed off in a quivering whimper as Victor began molesting her again.
 
Victor glared down at Missy and pulled at both her tits with a strong grip. "You keep saying you will suck us off, but I don't see you on your knees yet, bitch!" A dark sneer appeared on his face and the sound of his zipper being pulled down would easily be heard in the close quarters when he removed one hand from her perfect breast. He fished inside his pants and pulled out his cock. Cock was a bit of an exaggeration as it barely had the dimensions to reach the top side of average. Victor didn't care though, his little pill was doing wonders and he wasn't in the mood for waiting on Missy.

Mark's finger pushed into the tight dry hole of Missy a few times. He would have continued until her body gave a reaction and lubricated his finger, if Victor didn't suddenly reach up and pull at the back of her head. "Get on your fucking knees now! Or I will find out what your ass feels like before I feed you my cock!" His voice was a few decibels quieter than yelling at that point as he yanked hard on Missy's hair and tried forcing her to her knees before him. "Don't even think about biting either. I have teeth too and if I feel so much as a scrape, I'll make that clit of yours bleed. Got it slut?"

"You better do as he says," echoed Mark after Victor had said his piece. "I don't think these boys give a damn about treating you like a lady anymore. It's what you deserve though, isn't it? Treating everyone else like they are no good. How does it feel to have the tables turned on you." Mocking laughter filled the room as Mark recanted his statement. "You know what? I don't give a fuck about your answer. Unless there is a cock in your mouth, it better not be open!"
 
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