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The Bookkeeper's Curse (theravensdesk, UseAlex)

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theravensdesk

Meteorite
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Apr 5, 2017
It was the end of a long week and Anne was tired. Still, it wasn't time to lock up yet and there were still a few customers browsing the aisles. She sighed and leaned against the front counter of her book shop. She had only been here a few weeks and could still hardly believe that it wasn't some sort of dream come true. Although, the cold helped bring her back down to reality. She shivered as a customer opened the door and a cold gust of wind hit her in the face.
 
It is easy to get the feeling that everything is against you in a new city, but you have no idea how accurate that actually is in this situation. You may never know how it came to be, but your flesh has been claimed and the rest of the universe is just biding its time until it can collect that claim. The last few customers come and go, and the series of events that will change your life forever get set into motion. All day, the construction being done on the neighboring building outside your store had been a source of frustrating noise for you. Buzzing and hammering and heavy equipment being operated punctuated your entire work day. Now as the day starts to draw its end, that noise has diminished, but not stopped entirely. Seems a small handful of workers are still busy, but they too will soon be heading home. They should have closed the sidewalk underneath the construction zone, but it remains open. Probably an accident waiting to happen, but it makes the walk home shorter...
 
I lock up the shop and bundle my sweater around me; I really need to get a better jacket now that I'm living somewhere where I need it. I briefly consider taking the longer, safer route, but my desire to be home and warm overrides that and I take off at a brisk pace through the construction zone. I see the few workers who are left and eye them warily, uneasy to be walking alone this late.
 
You are right to be uneasy. One of them calls out, "Watch out!" but there is nowhere near enough time to react. A crane far above was hoisting a long metal bar, but it slipped and fell in your direction. The bar sliced the air in front of your nose, bringing you an inch from a gruesome end. That luck was bad, but what happened next was downright impossible. The bar had somehow fallen so close to you, that it had managed to go between your skin and clothes, pushing through the front of your sweater and pants and digging into the cement between your feet. You only had a moment to process this before the bar fell forward, taking your pierced clothes with it and tearing them clean off your body, leaving you in your bra and panties and every worker and pedestrian in sight looking your way to see what happened.

During the commotion, you don't notice something snagging your panties behind you...
 
This isn't possible; I know that this must be a dream, a nightmare. I can feel people's eyes on me like a touch and it burns. Another gust of wind shocks be out of my stupor and I gasp and turn to run back to the safety of the bookstore. My panties must have been caught on something though, and when I move the rip, the force tripping me up and I fall face down. My breath gets knocked out of me and I can only lay there, cold and hurting and nearly naked, barely able to breathe, let alone move.
 
You find yourself in quite the compromising position, but it isn't nearly humiliating enough. After something like that, everyone would assume you were the victim.

It turns out that the thing that snagged on your panties was a hook on the end of the crane. It is this exact moment that the crane begins to lift and it pulls you with it. You rise up into the air, dangling by the thread of your panties as you are rotated around. Finally the panties cannot support your weight any longer and they tear. You fall, now completely bottomless, into a sheet of wet cement, landing on all fours. Your limbs dig into the heavy liquid as it quickly begins to dry around you, locking you in place with nothing to cover your delicate pussy from view. In a situation like this, it almost looks like you are intentionally presenting your hindquarters for anyone passing by.
 
I pant, staring down and the drying cement. I struggle, trying to stand up, but I can't seem to move. My legs are spread wide, pulling my pussy lips open and baring my cunt to the cool night air. I've never felt anything like this before and I just want to make it stop. "Help!" I yell, hoping that someone decent will be nearby. "I need someone to help me!"
 
All your struggling only makes your situation worse. You bump a nearby work table and a can of paint that is knocked off. It lands on the small of your back and rolls toward your head. The surprising weight of it pushes your upper body down, pressing your chin into the last patch of cement that is still not dry. Again, as unbelievable as it would seem, it happens perfectly for your mouth to be below the surface of the cement so you cannot speak, but your nose is still above so you can breath.

Finally someone finds you. A sexually frustrated worker. Immediately he takes a handful of your plump rear end, sticking up in the air for him as he enjoys the feel of it.
"You're so eager to present yourself... It's clear your pussy is only good for one thing, and you know it! I accept your invitation, you slut!"
 
I try to shake my head but I can't move. I scream as I feel is cock enter me. I've never felt anything like this; I've never even used my fingers on myself. I'm humiliated when I give out a little moan when he starts thrusting, and another when he slaps my ass. I know I shouldn't like this; I should hate it, but as he pounds into me I find myself getting wetter and wetter.

I squeeze my eyes shut, caught between trying to pretend that this isn't happening and giving in and enjoying it. My nipples are hard and aching. My tits swing back and forth underneath me as the man rocks into me.
 
Something like this can't be kept secret for long. It is not long at all before the rest of the construction crew is here to enjoy your body as well. They gather around to watch, but it is clear that they are waiting their turn.
"This is amazing! She's so desperate to take our cocks! I didn't think girls like this existed!"
"Look at her expression. She loves every moment of it!"
"I can't wait to feel her cumming around me. She looks so tight!"

They all assume you are here willingly. It's just too unlikely what actually happened. The man behind you starts to pump faster as another unhooks your bra and lets your hanging breasts free. He takes them in his hands and plays with them, testing how they bounce as he lifts and drops them. At this point, the man inside you is pounding you down like he's trying to drive you into the ground. He lets out a groan and hilts himself inside you as you feel his pent up load release deep inside you. He pulls out, but you are only empty for a second before the next in line slips inside, corking your defiled hole and holding all the cum inside.
 
I moan as the second man fills me up, stuffing cum deeper and deeper inside of me. I know that I'm not getting out of this, so I might as well try and enjoy myself. I rock back against him as best as I can, loving how it seems to make him go even harder. I can hear zippers opening as some of the other men start to stroke themselves. The one fondling my breasts starts pinching and twisting at my nipples, and somehow the pain makes everything better.

I wish I could get my mouth free so I could beg them for something, anything. Maybe a hand on my clit or another cock to stuff my mouth. I can barely remember what was happening before this. What was I doing? This isn't right... The man inside me finishes, pumping me full of even more cum and the thought leaves my head. He pulls out and I feel so empty. I whine, hoping for another...
 
You are in for the long haul. With no choice in the matter, you are going to satisfy every last one of these men before you are able to leave. The third eagerly pushes inside, this one wanting nothing more than to feel you orgasm so your pussy will massage him whether you want it to or not. He reaches around to start tweaking your clit, right at the same moment another man lies down beneath you to start suckling your hanging breasts, occasionally nibbling on your nipples. You still cannot move your mouth, but you can feel the cement around it loosening, as if whatever force caused this to happen is waiting until you are deeper in the throws of pleasure to release you.
 
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