Pam Sunley was very proud of herself. At the age of only 29, she had been put in charge of an entire regional office of the Brinkley Corporation. She was the highest authority in Brinkley’s Heatherdale office, in charge of twenty-three male employees, and she had done it all despite being a woman, and without (she believed) taking advantage of her good looks or large breasts.
Mostly she had done it by being a bitch, and she continued on in that vein as manager of the Heatherdale office. She refused the leave requests of her male employees, and demanded unpaid overtime. She assigned mind-numbing, tedious work. She berated and humiliated her subordinates for every failing, and gave them no praise for their successes.
And then the news came that the Heatherdale budget was being cut, and Pam needed to find savings.
To Pam, the most obvious way to save money was to fire three men. So she called a meeting to announce her plan.
“To the three of you who will be let go,” she declared, in the office conference room, as twenty-three surly faces looked on, “I am very sorry. But your work is redundant, and if only all of you had been less lazy, we would never have needed those staff in the first place.”
She cleared her throat and continued, “For those who continue on, I’ll be creating a roster for overtime work on the weekend. If six of you come in for unpaid work every Saturday, we should very quickly make up the shortfall..”
“I don’t think so,” said a loud voice from the back of the room.
It was Moses Conlan – always difficult, always a troublemaker.
“I’m sorry, Moses,” said Pam, “but it’s not a request. You will be required…”
“Shut up, you stupid bitch,” said another voice – Wilson Bowles, whose desk was just outside Pam’s office.
Pam stopped, shocked that anyone would address her that way.
She looked around the room – and suddenly a very unpleasant realisation came over her.
There were twenty-three men in this room. They were all larger than her, and stronger. They all looked very, very angry. And none of them liked her.
She had no allies left in this room.
“Wilson,” she began, “that’s very inappropriate language for…”
“You’re a cunt,” spat a third voice. Wayde Lange – young, and hot headed.
“Boys,” said Moses, up the back, “I think it’s about time we taught this bitch a lesson. What do you say?”
There was laughter.
Then someone – Pam didn’t see who – shouted out the fateful words: “Let’s rape the bitch.”
“No!” said Pam. “This is not acceptable! You will… you will apologise at once, and then…”
And then what? How did she tell her managers that an entire room of her employees were calling her a cunt and a bitch and threatening to… to rape her?
“Shut your whore mouth,” said Moses, now standing. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Very shortly, we’re going to gang-rape you, because you’re a cunt. Do you understand?”
Men were laughing now, and cheering. Pam didn’t know what to do. She was frozen.
“You’d better understand,” said Moses. “We’re going to rape you. And you have a choice. You can take off your clothes yourself, and fold them in a neat pile, or we can rip them off you, and you can go home nude, without clothes. Do you understand, cunt?”
Pam’s mouth was hanging open in horror – but she managed to nod her head.
“And then we’re going to gang-rape you,” said Moses. “And we’re not very concerned about your pleasure. We can fuck your holes dry, or maybe with a little spit, and that’s going to hurt. Or you can get yourself ready.”
“Ready?” she repeated, unable to believe what was happening.
“We’ll give you ten minutes to rub your bitch pussy, and think about what’s going to happen to you, and get wet for us,” said Moses. “Trust me, it will be better if you’re wet.”
He began to undress, and in moments his large, erect cock sprang into view.
“Your time starts now, cow,” he said.
Pam swallowed. This was real. This was really happening. There was only one way out of the room, and there were twenty-three men between her and escape. Strong men. Men who were taking off their clothes to show hard muscle and hard cocks.
She suddenly realised this was really going to happen. They were really going to rape her. And the only choice she had open to her was whether to cooperate.
Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, and when it was unbuttoned, she shrugged it off and removed her bra, exposing her large tits. She hated it, showing her breasts to this room full of men that hated her.
And she hated, too, that they laughed and cheered when her tits came into view. She hated that she could see their erect cocks twitching with appreciation and anticipation.
She wanted to cover her tits with her hands, but if she did that then she couldn’t remove her skirt. So she had to let them see her boobs, in order to uncinch her skirt and pull it down her legs, and then pull down her panties, to reveal her shaved cunt.
This produced even more laughter and cheers.
“The cunt’s showing her cunt,” laughed one man.
“It’s all shaved and ready for us, boys,” laughed another.
“Fuck, I want to shove my cock into it,” said a third. “Do we really have to wait?”
“Ten minutes, for her to get ready for us,” said Moses. “We’re men of our word, aren’t we?” He looked at her. “Unless she doesn’t want the chance to get wet.”
She did. Twenty-three cocks in her unlubricated snatch would destroy her. Moses was right – it would be better if she was wet, no matter how humiliating that would be for her.
And so, in front of all her employees, she began to rub her cunt.
She tried to not think about rape. She tried to think about nice sex, with nice men – other men, not these ungrateful monsters.
But the reality of staring at twenty-three nude men who were laughing at her as they stroked their erect dicks was too much, and her mind kept returning to what was about to happen. How she would grabbed, and probably slapped, and restrained, and how the men would force their cocks into her mouth, and ass, and pussy, and how they would….
She was wet already. Dripping wet. It was embarrassing. Everyone could see – that she was sexually aroused by her impending rape.
And then her ten minutes was up.
Moses walked forward, grinning, and slapped her, and then pushed her up against the conference room wall, hard. With his knee, he forced apart her legs. He put his left hand on her throat pinning her to the wall, and with his right hand he reached down and spread her pussy lips, and guided his cock into her.
She gasped as she felt its hard, warm girth penetrating her.
“That’s right, bitch,” said Moses. “Good, isn’t it?”
And it was good. She didn’t want it to be, but she couldn’t help it. Something about being powerless, completely in the control of Moses’ strong hands, felt good. It felt good to have her cunt filled, and have absolutely no choice about it. She could already feel her pussy squeezing Moses’ dick eagerly.
And so when he began to fuck her, all she could do was moan. Moan as he took his hand away from her cunt and used it to squeeze her tits. Moan as he kissed her on the lips. And then moan as he pulled back, and casually slapped her across the face as he fucked her, entirely for his own pleasure.
Moses couldn’t keep her all to himself, though. Everyone wanted a turn. And so after a couple of minutes he pulled Pam away from the wall, and pushed her down over a low table, her ass sticking out from one side, her tits hanging over the other. He shoved his cock back into her pussy, from behind, and meanwhile Wilson Bowles was stepping towards her face.
Wilson grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up by it, and then pushed his erect cock against her mouth. Pam tried for a moment to resist, pressing her lips shut, but Wilson slapped her hard, and when her mouth popped open to gasp, he pushed his dick into it, and began to facefuck her.
She should have hated it. She should have been screaming at the idea of having her mouth raped. But his cock felt oddly satisfying in her mouth, like a pacifier, and the reality was that it was a pleasure to suck. She moaned softly around her mouthful of penis, aware that she was drooling and unable to stop herself.
Wayde came up on one side of her, and took her right hand, and placed it on his dick, pushing at her fingers to make them curl around his shaft. Then he guided her hand in a pumping motion, and Pam, understanding what was required of her, began to masturbate him, as Moses ravished her cunt and Wilson violated her mouth.
A moment later, her left hand was placed on another cock, and soon Pam was servicing four men at once.
At this point, a worry occurred to her. Moses wasn’t using a condom, and Pam wasn’t very good about remembering to take her birth control. Was he going to…
He was. She felt Moses shudder, and heard him moan, and suddenly her cunt was warm and wet.
He had cum inside her.
As the realisation struck Pam that she had possibly just been impregnated, she went wild, bucking ,trying to let go of the cocks she was stroking. Wilson had to slap her across the face again, just to get her to behave – and something in the shock of the slap, and the fear of pregnancy, set her off, and she felt herself having a humiliating public orgasm from gang-rape.
Everyone could see she was cumming, because she squirted, making a mess on the conference room floor. Some of the men pointed and laughed.
“Slut,” spat one.
“What a fucking rape-whore,” said another. “I can’t believe she’s cumming from this.”
All Pam could do was suck, and pump.
Soon another man took a position behind her. Pam couldn’t see who it was – but her eyes widened a moment later, because he wasn’t forcing his cock into her pussy – but into her ass! Pam had never had anal sex before – and she didn’t want to now!
She tried to kick at him, but the man just laughed, and spanked her ass. He reached down to her pussy and scooped up a handful of cum, pussy juices, and squirt, and he wiped this over her anal sphincter, lubricating her.
Then he pushed his dick into her ass.
She screamed, around her mouthful of dick – and that must have been pleasant or erotic for Wilson, because he immediately began to ejaculate into her mouth. Pam had no choice but to swallow his cum as the man behind her pounded her ass.
Then Wilson was done, and another man was pushing his cock into Pam’s mouth.
A man had crawled under the table beneath her – Samuel Jones, she thought – and he was now grabbing her tits and pulling on them, milking her like a cow, with no thought for her comfort and pleasure. It hurt – but the pain was good, somehow, mixing with her helplessness and the pain in her ass and the taste of cum in her mouth – and a moment later she found herself cumming again. Her first orgasm from anal.
Wayde came next, and she felt his cum spatter over the side of her face, and in her hair, and on her tits. He pulled his cock out of her hand, and soon there was someone else replacing him, another dick for her to pump.
The man behind her ejaculated into her ass, and pulled away. Another man stepped up, and spoke to her.
“Stomp your foot once if you want it in the cunt, bitch,” he said. “Twice for your ass.”
It was humiliating, being asked to communicate like an animal, like a trained horse. But she stomped her foot once. After all, her mouth was busy. She knew that, by choosing to not be fucked in the ass, she was choosing to increase her risk of pregnancy. And she told herself that it was because being fucked in the ass was too painful – but the truth was that it felt better to be fucked in the cunt. She would enjoy it more. She would cum.
The man laughed, and pushed himself into her fuckhole, and began the process of breeding her.
The man in her left hand came, and bathed her other side in sperm.
Underneath her, Samuel had grown bored of tugging on her tits, and had begun punching them, beating them with his fists as though they were punching bags. It should have hurt like crazy, but pain and pleasure were blending together now for Pam, and she just focused on how nice it was to suck a dick, and how the man raping her pussy would soon make her cum.
She didn’t want to cum from having her tits punched, but she knew it was going to happen, just as she knew that twenty-three men were going to cum on or in her today, and just as she knew that they would surely impregnate her.
Moses came and stood near the man who was fucking her mouth.
“Did you see that we’re filming this, bitch?” he said. “The footage started with you stripping and rubbing your cunt for us. It shows you deliberately masturbating at the thought of fucking us. If you think about complaining about what’s happening to you today, I want you to picture sitting in a room with male police officers, and watching this tape with them, seeing their dicks get hard as they watch your rape, and then explaining to them why you masturbated, why you got wet, and why you orgasmed multiple times.”
Pam moaned. Moses was right. She would never go to the police.
“And no one is getting fired,” said Moses. “In fact, we’re all getting a pay-rise. You’re going to pay for it by sacrificing your own salary. You’re going to work for free.”
The man in her mouth orgasmed, and Pam swallowed, and another man shoved his cock into her.
“And no one is doing overtime anymore,” said Moses. “The one doing overtime will be you. Because you’re going to be our fucktoy all day here in the office, and then you’re going to go out and work as a whore. You’re going to pay all the money you make to us, and we’re going to use it to make sure you have the accommodation and clothes and food you deserve, and we’ll take any leftover as a bonus.”
He knelt down to get close to her face.
“Does that sound good, cunt?” he said. “Nod your head for ‘yes’.”
She nodded, as best she could with a cock in her mouth.
“Are you worried about getting pregnant, bitch?” Moses asked.
She nodded again.
“That’s alright,” said Moses. “Taking maternity leave will give you a lot more time for whoring. People will pay extra to fuck a pregnant bitch.”
The idea was so horrible that Pam found herself cumming again.
In response, the man whose cock was in her pussy orgasmed.
And somehow Pam knew that that was the load that put a baby into her.
“Good bitch,” said Moses. “That’s seven men you’ve made cum. Only sixteen more to go. I suppose, if nothing else, you’re a hard worker…”
And he laughed.
Someone took a photo of the cum dripping from Pam’s cunt, and then found her phone and set that image as her lock screen image. Pam knew she wouldn’t be allowed to change it back.
Someone else took her clothes and used them to wipe her cunt clean, smearing her only outfit with cum and cunt juices, so that she would have to go home smelling of sex.
And Pam was beginning to realise that this wasn’t the worst day of her life – but only an average day of what her life would be from now on…
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