MERCY!!!
VOULME 2
CHAPTER 1
I had been sexually humiliated and dominated by my lecturer and three Uni
students for over 9 hours yesterday. After the ordeal, I had gingerly walked
to my car, driven home in silence and had gone straight to my bedroom. There
I had stripped and stood under a cold shower for as long as I could. Finally
I dried myself off and slipped into bed in my satin boxers and top. I had
wanted to fall in to a deep sleep and escape from the day's reality as soon
as my head touched the pillow. I didn't.
I ached all over and was very sore from the treatment I had received at the
hands of those bastards. I was still dazed by how this had all come about
and could not believe, let alone accept, that it had happened to me. I had
tossed in my bed for many hours as my mind toyed over the issues. Images of
the experience came into my thoughts, and a deep loathing and disgust of
those people welled up within me. As more images entered my mind, the more
and more disgust I felt for them, but also the more sexually aroused I
became. The recollection of my complete helplessness and humiliation that
day stimulated me in a way nothing else had before. I felt my juices begin
to leak out my slit. My nipples began to harden and become erect. I could
feel my whole pussy begin to burn with desire. The need to satisfy this
desire was overwhelming. I reached down with both hands and pushed my boxers
off. Very gently and with utmost care I fingered myself. My pussy was still
very raw and tender, so I simply played with my clit and pussy lips. I
drifted off to sleep a few moments later in a warm feeling of bliss.
My confusion returned when I awoke this morning. The dull pain all over my
body and my aching muscles reminded me that it wasn't just a nightmare and
wasn't going to just disappear. I was trapped in this situation, and there
wasn't a thing I could be about it. I was however, determined to limit it to
Uni and my personal life. "It must never interfare with my work," I told
myself.
I had to go to work today, so I got up and readied myself. I could have
called in sick again, but knew that would upset my chances of promotion if
there were any openings in the immediate future. I couldn't allow that, so
I set off to work and hoped I could get through today without breaking up.
Fortunately, it was an easier than usual workday. I wasn't asked to do much
more than sit at my computer and enter data into a database. Towards the end
of the day I felt tired and my aching body was starting to pain me more and
more with each passing hour.
As I fed some more information into the computer, I thought back to this
morning. I had been defiant. I had said to myself that I would not let this
affect my life. I had a long shower, shaved under my arms and applied
deodorant all over. Then I rummaged through my drawer and took out a pair of
black nylon panties and a matching black bra. I put them on and wore a deep
blue skirt and a blue denim formal shirt, buttoned all the way to the
collar. I recalled the events of the previous day and looked at myself in
the mirror. I looked good in a sensual sort of way. I pulled my hair back
and tied it in a knot with a scrunchie over it.
I was lost in my thoughts when Belinda threw a pile of papers on my desk and
said, "Hey where are you? Dreaming again?" I hated Belinda. She was my
immediate boss and had an attitude like a bitch. I knew that she also hated
me because of my stunning looks. Ever since I came to the office, none of
the men paid her any attention. I ignored her and continued working. She
looked at me with an evil look in her eyes and said, "You will have to stay
back late after work tonight. There are some priority entries that need
doing." With a smile she sauntered off. I cursed under my breath and abused
her. I hated her. Totally.
It was almost 6:00 pm by the time I finished entering the data from the
files. I stood up and rubbed my eyes as I looked around. I was all alone in
my cubicle. My computer was bright and the lights above were causing me to
squint. There were not many other people at the office. Most had left at
5:00 pm. I had called home and said that I was going to be late, that I had
a meeting at work. Belinda had said that there was going to be a meeting at
6:30 pm and I went to the pantry to get myself a coffee in the meanwhile. I
glanced around, there was no one in the office on this side. The office had
been locked by time delay alarms and only by entering the codes into the
system could someone enter or leave.
Belinda called out from the boardroom, "Trish, come in now." I grabbed a
notepad and a pen and I walked to the end of the corridor and entered the
boardroom. There were five people there. Belinda, Celeste, Jack, Pete and
someone who was sitting at the head of the table, with his back to her.
Celeste was Belinda's secretary, and I detested her even more than I detested
her boss. Pete took the lead, "Trisha, there is something that we want you
to look at," as he spoke, the chair at the head of the table turned and my
heart missed a beat and then started to pound at my chest. It was Ricky!
Belinda visciously said, "So, you fucking slut, you have been whoring around
with my friend Ricky! Time for us to teach you a lesson." I couldn't bare
to look into his eyes any longer and I bowed my head towards the floor. At
the sight of Ricky, yesterday's humiliation returned and my face flushed with
embarrassment. I let out a gasp as Belinda walked over to me and yanked my
hair, making me look up. Jack was popping a bottle of champagne and Ricky
was laughing at my plight. I broke Belinda's grasp with a jerk and dashed
for the door. I swung the door open and stopped. Stunned. My ex-boyfriend
Mark was standing before me at the door. "Mark, please help me!" she
pleaded. He swung an arm and backhanded me across my face, sending me
sprawling across the floor. Mark was an executive at MCL and never forgave
me for dumping him. I knew that today was the day that I would pay for it.
"Bring her to my office," he commanded. Pete and Jack came up and grabbed my
arms. They dragged my struggling body to Mark's office.
They sat me down on Mark's swivel chair, pulled out some rope and tied my
wrists to the arms of the chair. Then they tied my ankles to the base of the
chair. "Please Mark, why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded, tears welling
in my eyes. Mark flicked play on his VCR and sat on the table in front of
me. "Have a look at this. Ricky was kind enough to bring this to us and
now, if you want to maintain your job, reputation and life, you will not
whisper a word about what we do to you tonight to a soul." Mark was now
sneering as I saw a graphic video of my torment the previous day at the hands
of Mr. Wallace and Ricky and his friends. I burst into tears and cried
aloud.
"Shut up slut," Mark said. He addressed the five other people in the room.
"She dumped me and thought that she was some fabulous thing. I will show her
what a piece of dirt she is. She always thought my approach to sex was
unsatisfying for her. I'll show her to treasure what we had. Belinda,
unbutton her shirt." Belinda moved behind me. I started sobbing as Belinda
slowly and carefully undid every button of my shirt. She then opened it as
far as it would go and let it drape over my arms, exposing my firm full
breasts in their flimsy black bra. I felt a flush spread over my face, creep
down my neck and continue down to my chest. I was certain that most of my
upper torso must have been bright pink. I looked down to avoid the leering
stares from the faces of the people in the room. Belinda again slowly leaned
forward and savagely grasped my breasts in her hands, squeezing them tightly
until my breasts spilled out over the black bra. Belinda continued her rough
feel and my breasts responded. My nipples swelled and became erect. She
pinched them hard and bucked in my seat and let out a loud moan. She said,
"See Mark, see how sexy this slut looks?" I struggled against my bonds and
unable to shake off the insistent groping of my breasts by my immediate boss,
began to abuse the people in the room. I was shaking and squirming as
Belinda reached down and licked the nape of my neck. "Please let me go ...
please!," I started to plead.
Mark came over and shifted the left bra cup from my breast entirely, exposing
my whole breast. He took the fully erect nipple in his fingers and rolled
it. Despite herself, I bucked in my seat and swore at him. He slapped me
again across my face and I fell quiet. Sobbing. At a signal from Mark, Pete
and Jack untied and lifted me up into a standing position. I struggled and
screaming at them, but it was useless. They made me stand directly in front
of Mark. My bra was sitting on an angle. My left breast was fully exposed
while my right was partially hidden from view. My shirt was open in front,
making me look like a sexy slut. Mark slapped me twice across my cheeks.
The slaps were not meant to hurt me physically. Yet, they hurt my very
core. Demonstrating me submissive situation. Mark then he asked Celeste to
strip me.
I was pleading as Celeste slowly slipped my shirt off my shoulders and threw
it to the floor. I was now in my bra and skirt. Mark liked this image and
asked Celeste to leave me like that, but to remove my panties as well. I
locked my legs together and tried to keep all my strength focussed on not
letting them take my modesty. Celeste slowly pulled my skirt up and roughly
grabbed at my clit, making me groan and loosen my muscles enough for her to
rip my panties down. Tears fell from my eyes as Celeste flung the panties to
Mark. He examined them in front of her and said, "God, you are a total
whore." "Look, her panties are already wet with her pussy juices," he said
as he pointed to a damp patch that I had left in them. "Here slut, smell
your pussy," Mark said, as he thrust my panties up to my nose and made me
smell my own moisture. I knew the smell well and it made me go weak in the
knees. Belinda then came up, grabbed my skirt and pulled it up, showing my
bushy pubic hair to everyone. She ran two fingers along my crack and
without warning, suddenly thrust them into my soaking pussy. I gasped and
shut my eyes to the sudden sensation, and I moaned with pleasure. Belinda
withdrew her fingers. They were glistening with my pussy juices. She
smeared her fingers along my lips and then slowly, caught my face between her
fingers and deliberately licked the juices off my lips with her tongue,
leaving her spit behind. I felt humiliated and ashamed.
Mark said, "Slut, I will fuck you on my table and you will know pain." Mark
signalled and the two men swung me around and threw me towards Mark's table.
Each man grabbed me by one arm and positioned me such that I was standing at
the very edge of one long side, facing the table. Then they forced my torso
down on to the table, and held my arms, outstretched to the sides, flat
against the top. My legs had no option but to remain straight, since the
desk's sides prevented me from bending them. My body was now bent at my
waist, my top half was held down on the desk top and my legs were angled
straight down from my hips, which were left overhanging, supporting them. My
legs were spread slightly more than a foot, and because I could no longer
move or bend them, my hips were about 20 cms higher than my head. I was in a
very submissive position.
I started to scream. "Let me go! No ... NOOOO!" my voice trailed off as I
felt Mark come up behind me and slowly pull up my skirt, exposing my taut
firm and perfectly rounded ass. There was a moment of virtual silence as I
struggled against the two men who held me down. Mark was standing behind my
naked ass, positioned so ideally for him for his easy entry. The others in
the room watched my struggling with smirks on their faces. My humiliation
was to be their entertainment. I again started to plead with Mark, "Please
don't do this to me ... p ... please don't." Mark unzipped his trousers and
laughed cruelly.
My heart was thumping at my chest as I felt Mark knead the cheeks of my ass.
"You always had a great ass, Slut," he remarked as he started to slap my ass
with his bare hand, slowly, deliberately. The shame made me gasp and with
each slap, Mark increased the intensity. Soon all in the room could see my
fabulous ass getting red and sore. I was crying and begging for mercy as the
humiliation of the public spanking sank into me and the pain became
unbearable. After a while, Mark stopped slapping me and spat on my ass. The
spit stung and he rubbed it into the soft cheeks of my bottom. He spat on my
bottom some more, til my bottom was wet with his spit. Then he started to
spank me hard. I bucked my head and yelped at each hit, grovelling and
begging for mercy. The wet ass hurting even more. Celeste came up, caught
my hair and jerked my head so that I was looking at her while I was being
spanked. My body jerked with each blow and Celeste brought her lips to mine
and smooched me. She withdrew and patted my cheek softly as I squirmed and
cried in pain at the spanking.
Mark then stopped. The only sound was of my sobbing as my ass smarted with
pain. Then, I felt the tip of Mark's erect penis on my rear. I stiffened
and screamed as Mark inserted his index finger into my tight ass hole. I
begged for mercy as Mark rubbed some slippery fluid into my ass hole and
then, without warning, Mark rammed his cock into my ass. The pain tore
through my body and I screamed and vehemently struggled against the men
holding me, shaking my head violently. The men laughed at my pain and Mark
withdrew and then triumphantly slammed his cock into my ass again and again
and again. I cried out in raw pain. The time seemed to stand still as Mark
stood there ramming his penis in and out of my ass hole. Finally, I felt him
stiffen and I felt his cock explode deep inside my tail. He continued his
thrusting, using soft, short strokes, he milked his cock of every drop of
sperm. He withdraw his penis entirely from my abused hole and I let myself
fall down on the table. My body lay completely limp on the table in my black
bra, with my skirt thrown up over my back, naked below, having just had my
ass sodomised by my former boyfriend. I was unable to move and lay still.
Sobbing to herself.
Soon after, Belinda and Celeste came up to me and said, "Lets take the bitch
to her own office and rape her there so that she has a constant reminder of
tonight's activities and the intense humiliation of it all, everyday when she
comes to work. Celeste grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me up. I
huddled to my feet and stood arched as Celeste dragged me to the door of
Mark's office. Once there, I stood before Jack and Peter, the men who had
held me down while Mark had raped me. They said, "Lets see her naked." Jack
slipped the bra straps off my shoulders and reached behind me to unclasp my
bra. He removed it from my arms and flung it out into the corridor. Peter
then ripped off my skirt. I was now standing before them, arched over
backwards, trembling and absolutely naked, my hair held captive by Celeste.
Celeste dragged my nude body across the office and brought me to my own
cubicle. I again begged, "Please not here! ... P ... PLEASE!" Belinda
reached over and grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them roughly and
hungrily. "You will be raped by two women here Slut. It will be a constant
reminder of your whorish life from here on. From now on you will be the
office slut. Anyone will have you, when they want, how they want and you
will do everything commanded of you, like the whorish Fuck-Slut that you
are." The words burned into my heart. My body was aching as Celeste came up
in front of me, grabbed my hair and started to smooch me, hungrily thrusting
her tongue down my throat. I tried to turn my face away but only received a
stinging slap across my cheek. Defeated, I let the two dominant women have
their way with my abused body. Celeste was licking my face and neck and
occassionally biting my lower lip. Belinda was abusing my gorgeous breasts
from behind, kneading them roughly and squeezing them hard, forcing me to
moan in pain and helpless excitement. The others stood around and watched as
the women did as they pleased with my beautiful body.
Belinda then took my throbbing nipples between her fingers and squeezed them,
hard!. I let out a gasp of agony and ecstacy. I was being aroused despite
myself. Celeste's tounge in my mouth was making me sick. This was the first
time a woman had touched me this way. I felt used and humiliated. Belinda
and Celeste grabbed me and threw me across my work desk. Celeste started to
suck on my nipples and lick and bite at my breasts. Belinda roughly grabbed
my clit and brutally manipulated it, sending shivers of lust through my
body. Naked and bucking against the torment, I tried to control my reactions
but the incessant rubbing of my clit made me come in a shuddering, shameful
climax. Everyone around me laughed and the two women withdrew, leaving me
shaking and sobbing on my own work desk.
Pete and Jack came up, grabbed me by my arms and dragged me through the
office to the board room. Naked and shaking, they made me kneel in the
centre of the room with Mark standing over me. He said, "Now Slut, say after
me. I am a Fuck-Slut. I was born to be a whore." I was too weak to fight
this. I whispered, "I ... I'm ... I'm a Fuck-Slut ... I was born to be a
whore." The men now lifted me up and threw me on top of the conference
table. I lay on my back, my legs spread wide. I didn't have the energy to
try to recover my modesty, only to have my legs spread again when they
climbed on top of me. My legs remained spread, my pussy lips parted wide,
giving all the people in the room a very explicit view of my most secret of
secret places. I was too tired, too beaten to care.
Pete climbed up on the table and straddled me, getting ready to fuck me. I
begged for mercy once again, my body tingling with both fear and a strange
excitement, at the prospect of being fucked again. I tried to shut my mind
off as Pete slammed his penis into my soaking pussy. I groaned as he pumped
me. Thrusting his cock in and out of me. Cruelly, he grabbed at my aching
breasts and kneaded them as he fucked me. He came quickly, his cock erupting
deep inside me. Almost immediately after he got off, Jack mounted me and
started ramming him cock in and out of my quivering pussy. This time, I was
unable to control myself and began to move shamelessly with him as he fucked
my used pussy. I raised my hips up off the table with my legs and began
meeting his thrusts with thrusts of my own. My breasts moved back and forth
in perfect synchronisation to our mutual thrusts. I felt ashamed and utterly
humiliated, but I couldn't stop. My desire was too strong. Within a few
minutes I again came in front of all these bastards, in a shuddering climax,
just as Jack came, and ejaculated his load inside me. Once finished, he too
climbed down off me. I was left there in the centre of the table, breathing
hard, with a film of sweating all over my body. The after-glow of orgamism
quickly disappeared as I again felt their eyes examinating every inch of my
body and felt their evil grins burning into me.
Ricky had not touched me at all tonight, but I knew he was enjoying watching
me being gang-raped and humiliated like this. I could feel his eyes on me.
I just lay there on the table sobbing to myself, making no attempt to move.
Mark grabbed my hair and pulled me off the table and to my feet savagely. I
stood before him trembling, covering my raped body with my arms, as best as I
could. He said, "Now Slut, you are our slave. You will do whatever anyone
of us order. If, in the middle of the day one of us wants to fuck you, you
will comply. Do you understand my little whore?" I shivered as I nodded. I
was afraid and aching. I would do anything they wanted. I just wanted to be
spared from this torture.
"Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl around to my office and pick
up your clothes with your mouth. Then come to me and drop your clothes at my
feet and beg me to let you put them on," Mark commanded. I hesitantly got on
my hands and knees, crawled out of the board room and down the corridor
towards Mark's office. Everyone leered at me as I crawled on my hands and
knees down the corridor. Subservient. Naked. Abused. I felt my knees burn
on the carpet and heard sniggers and smirks from my tormentors as I crawled
into Mark's office and found my nylon panties thrown on the floor. I bent
down and lifted it up between my teeth. I smelt the musky ordour of my own
pussy juices on it. I crawled towards Mark, who had come into the office and
dropped the panties at his feet. I placed my head at his shoe and softly
asked, "Mark, may I please put my panties on?" I was blushing and cringing
with shame. Mark laughed and grabbing my hair and lifted me up into a
kneeling posture before him. I looked up at the man who had just sodomised
me. "Tell me Trisha, what are you?" he asked. Almost instinctively I
replied, "A ... a ... Slut." "Good, you may put your panties on," Mark said
with a smile on his face. Then I crawled out the office to the corridor and
lifted my black bra up and carried it in my teeth to Mark and requested the
same. This time he asked, "Why were you fucked today?" I softly replied
"because ... I'm a whore" and I again burned with shame.
I slowly put my clothes on and stood before the people who had just sexually
abused me. Celeste said, "Before you leave Trisha, lift your skirt and get
your ass smacked by each one of us." I began to beg, "Please have mercy ...
PLEASE!" Everyone laughed and I was swatted by each one of them in turn,
humiliated more by the fact that I had to walk up to each one of them, lift
my skirt and request a swot on my tender bottom.
Finally I was driving home, my heart still thumping at my chest. I was
destined to be a submissive slut. Abused by both the people at my work and
also by my lechurer and any of his chronies he could rope in. I couldn't
help the growing warmth between my legs. The warmth that seemed to grow
everytime I recounted what I had been through in the past two days.
