"Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!" yelled Sir. The van made a series of sharp turns and accelerated quickly and then stopped. All five of them now pulled her out of the van and lifted her over a low fence and dropped her to the ground on the other side. They jumped over while the driver drove away in the van only to return by foot minutes later. They took the cloak off April's head. She was at Disneyworld all right. Just after closing time but before the guard started his shift, apparently. They were over a fence next to a roller coaster ride that swoops down almost to the ground.
April was kneeling in her dark green business suit with light green blouse. It picked up on her eyes, which were frightened and had strands of messed hair crossing them. She was kneeling on the ground in the soil, her stockings dirtied at the knees, her arms tied so tight behind her that her back arched and her chest flung out. Her bottle green eyes shifted fearfully from one masked figure to the other. She could see the driver now. She was a woman with a slender waist and rounded breasts and hips. Unlike the others she was wearing a black pleated skirt exposing thick, shapely legs. They stood over her and inched nearer and nearer.
"Tie her to the tracks," commanded Sir. He was the tallest of the five. He had broad shoulders and a well built chest and arms. The others raised April up to her feet and pushed her to the tracks. April remembered what the third voice had told her, about cooperating. She didn't want this to be any more painful than it had to be. The tracks swooped low to the ground, about three feet off it. They tied April parallel to the ground, to the bottom of the tracks. They tied her wrists to a lower track so that her upper body was hanging by them and tied her feet up in the crouching position, open and by the ankles to a lower track. Her waist was tied to a middle track. She was squatting but parallel to the ground, a little over two feel above it.
Sir walked up to her, raised her head, and brushed the hair out of her face. He combed it with his fingers behind her ears. "I think our little puppy is ready," he said and he unzipped his pants and shoved his cock in April's mouth. She was not prepared. She did not give permission. She felt the contours of his head slide past her lips, past her teeth, through her mouth and down her throat, farther than she'd ever taken any man before. But April did not gag. She felt a fledgling sense of pride about that. She felt another man pull himself up through her legs, in between them and the train tracks and press a semi-hard cock up her skirt, which he pulled up, and around her panties. He pressed his way into her and moved slowly, growing harder and bigger inside her with every thrust. Sir was still in her mouth. Hands covered her body, unbuttoning her blouse, unclasping her bra, pulling at her skirt, spreading her ass open. The man inside April finally hardened and started pressing into her with force, pumping hard, and with each drive he pushed Sir's cock deeper into April's mouth. But April didn't gag. April didn't let out any muffled cries. April felt that pride welling up in her and she felt a duty to not only 'cooperate' with these men but to please these men. 'Yes, that is the best way to get out of this situation the fastest, to satisfy them.' This was the best way to take the power away from them, to be complacent.
April began raising and dropping her ass on the man's cock. She could feel herself getting wet. "She's getting wet Sir!" exclaimed the second voice from behind her.
"Of course she is," replied Sir, calmly as if he were talking to April, looking into her eyes, and he stroked her chin as he fucked her face. April opened her jaw wider and tightened her lips around his cock. She circled her tongue around it. He caressed her outstretched neck. The man with the second voice started moving irregularly and came. April could tell he wanted to holler out but couldn't without revealing their location to any guards. He squatted down in between the tracks and April's legs and the man with the third voice took his place. He was a wholly different fucker. He fucked April with an instant hard-on. It was clear this situation gave him great pleasure. He immediately started fucking her fast and hard, holding on to her hips for added pressure. April nearly gagged on Sir's cock. She could barely breathe. She tried to meet his rhythm but couldn't so decided totally limp was the best course of action. 'That way he can just go to.' The man with the third voice came in a matter of minutes.
April was dripping with cum, dripping with saliva, she was hanging from rollercoaster tracks, her skirt was up, her blouse undone, her hair messed. Yet something felt good about Sir's cock in her mouth. There was a budding feeling even April was not aware of, a feeling of relief from always having to be on top and in control, relief from always being alone, and there was a unique and momentary partnership between she and Sir. She found herself liking Sir. She liked being called a little puppy. She wanted to be his little puppy. Amidst the violence of this act, Sir was gentle with her.
The fourth man didn't get a chance to fuck April. Sir pulled out of April's mouth. "Take her down," he said. "I'm ready for her." Slowly they cut the ropes and April was standing up in front of the tracks, arms still tied behind her back. Her limbs were stiff. Her feet were sore. The man with the third voice grabbed her and positioned her in front of one of the tracks. He spoke softly into her ear. April recoiled.
"Now this is the part I was telling you about. You cooperate and things will go just fine. You struggle, you'll be shitting blood for weeks. Sir is unrelenting. Now I'm going to untie your arms so that I can tie them to the tracks. You're not going to run away now, are you?" he asked. April shook her head that she wouldn't. She was nervous. She'd only tried anal sex once before, with James. And it hurt a little. And Sir was bigger, a lot bigger than James. She just had to relax. 'Relax. Relax.' April's hands were tied high above her head. She arched her back. Sir came up behind her and put his face in her hair, pulling it aside and then licking her neck.
He ran his hands all over her body. He was particularly interested in the up stretched muscles of April's chest due to her hanging by her wrists. He stood closely behind her and felt her breasts, the curve of her waist, he unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. He felt her thighs, he felt her pussy soaking through her skirt, the cum of two men dripping out. He pressed his body up against hers and lifted her skirt up. He ran his cock, dripping with saliva, up and down her slit, feeling her openings. He found her ass and began pressing in without warming her up. 'Relax. Relax.' April stuck her ass out as far as it would go and relaxed her anus. She felt Sir's head go in first. Then her anus closed in around it. She felt his head press through her rectum, shaft following.
That first stroke was slow. And deceptive. After that Sir let out a sigh. He told her she had a beautiful tight asshole and he fucked her hard, April's weight bouncing on and off of him at his will, as April's hands were tied so highly that she couldn't get her bearings with her feet. April could feel with every stroke that gigantic head forcing through and the long shaft following. It was amazing to her how sensitive she was there, anally. Sir grabbed her by the pelvis with both arms and came in her ass. One of the men unbound her and she fell to the ground. She was covered in moist earth on her legs, her hands, her face.
"The next time you take a promotion like that you'd better think about the people close to you," said the man with the third voice. 'Is that what this is about?'
"Real close," said the woman. April thought she recognized the eye shadow but she couldn't place it.
"We'll be watching you," said the man with the second voice. Somehow, April wasn't intimidated.
"Don't even think about reporting this to the police. We've got dirty pictures of you and the old bastard," said Sir.
"How'd you get those?" asked April.
"It's amazing what you can do with state of the art technology. Untraceable."
"Over the fence!" cried the man with the second voice. They started to lift April up but April fought them off a bit.
"I can get myself over the fence. I'm not going anywhere. There isn't a car in this lot. Your van's my only ride home. Just let me do it." Sir agreed. April struggled over the fence in her spike heels, skirt suit, and opened blouse. The fence w
as cold. 'I'll get my blouse first thing.' Before she knew it she was over the fence. The first one over. She could run for it. But probably not in those heels or barefoot when they had the use of the van very shortly. No. April stayed put.
"What a good girl we have," said the man with the third voice, brushing at her jawline after hopping off the fence. April recoiled a little. Where was her Sir? He was the next to jump over the fence. He laid down his territory over April, hissing at the man with the third voice who ultimately left.
"Yes we do have us a good girl," he said, gently removing strands of hair from April's eyes and lips. He smelled her where her shoulder meets her neck and savored the scent. "I may have to visit her again sometime. Put her in the van!" The others scrambled to tie April's wrists again while April fought them off, briefly locking eyes with Sir and grinning. Sir looked away. The others were able to bind her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles together so she couldn't walk. April had to be carried to the van where she sat askew, her toes together and heels apart in a desperate little attempt to balance herself.
The van started, jostled about when everyone was getting seated, and went on its way. It was another long drive back to the parking garage. April knew the way so they didn't put the cloak over her head. The man with the third voice had blond eyelashes. He ate an apple through his mask with a pocket knife. They all continued to wear their masks. Including their female driver. April stared at her trying to get a clue as to who she was. She inspected her fingernail polish, the shape of her legs, shoes, shoe style, anything. A strand of hair. But there were no clues. And that eye shadow she couldn't place. The man with the second voice had wrinkly eyelids and was perhaps an older man. The older man caught her inspecting him and threw the cloak over her head. After that, time seemed to stand still until finally they were at the parking garage. The others quickly untied April's restraints but left her cloak on. They threw her out of the van and handed her her briefcase. There she stood, pigeon toed, blouse unbuttoned and partially tucked in, hair completely in knots, grasping her briefcase across her chest, in shock. She finally opened the case and found her own car keys and drove herself home.
The long weekend was spent more alone than April had ever wanted or planned. She had confused, conflicted, mixed feelings. Powerful and overwhelming feelings. And because of this confliction April hadn't the faintest idea how to even begin talking to someone about what had happened to her. April was horrified, disgusted by the men who had carried out her rape. She shuddered at the thought of these men, mere men, being stronger, more powerful than she, sampling her, taking her, using her, then dumping her. They had won. But she had warm feelings welling up inside her when she thought of the man who had facilitated her captivity and rape, tender feelings intermingling with her feelings of shame, intertwining with her feelings of worthlessness. Knotted up in the experience with those jokers with the voices was her experience with that leader. She wanted to live happily ever after with her amorphous memory of her dear Sir. And it was these latter feelings that caused April the greatest shame, above all else amorousness towards one that is proven stronger.
Come Monday April treated all of her coworkers with an equal amount of suspicion. Everyone seemed to glance at her a little too long. The only person she knew she could trust was Janice. Janice was the only person who seemed to act natural. April treated her with usual aloofness, didn't greet her as she passed Janice at her desk on April's way in to her office, and shut the door behind her. April dropped her briefcase, unwound her shawl, and plopped into one of her comfy guest seats, knees together, ankles apart, arms spread sticking straight out on the arm rests. 'Paranoia is exhausting.' She sipped her Starbucks coffee drink. And again. She listened to the sound of her golden desktop gift clock ticking.
For a moment she couldn't bring herself to work, though there was so much to do she quickly got lost in paperwork and the long day had almost passed her by when at 5:30 Janice came rushing into her office.
"What have I told you about knocki-"
"It's Mr. Bradford!" Janice exclaimed, flailing her hands in the air.
"The Old Bastard?" April asked. "What about him?"
"He's having a heart attack! He was in a meeting and he just fell over clutching his chest. They've called 9-1-1!" said Janice. The Old Bastard was dead by the time the emergency response team arrived. An autopsy later revealed a massive coronary. He left his Cellucorp position and shares to his eldest son, Milton. Milton obtained his college degree on a football scholarship and never obtained any higher education degrees. He worked his way in and around the company in various managerial fluff jobs that seemed to be given to him rather than earned by him. These were jobs that could, in April's opinion, handle his inferior intellect. When he officially took over the company he was called to deliver an introductory speech before much of the upper level staff and his words were poorly delivered and ill received by much of the personnel. He was widely regarded as incompetent and many were worried for the future of the company and the security of their jobs. The Old Bastard may have been impossible to work with due to his stubborn thinking, ferocious decision making, and hot tempered remarks, but he knew how to run the company. Milton was clearly hopeless. The general feeling throughout the company was that the company was going to take a turn for the worse and everybody was bracing themselves for rough and rocky times.
About a week after he took his position Milton called April into his office. He asked her a series of questions about how she felt about her new position. April did her best to answer as intelligently and capably as possible, trying to blatantly surpass him on an intellectual level, forgetting her place. Competitive girl. 'Meathead.'
"We have a press conference with Channel 5 tomorrow I will need a brief address written for them," said Milton. "And I want to initiate a new customer education philosophy in this company. You need to spearhead initiation of this philosophy within the company first, then lead the team for marketing it to the public."
"I can have Janice write something up and I'll assemble a team for the new company philosophy," April said.
"As assistant vice president of marketing, April, you will now oversee all aspects of the marketing area including internal and external communications, multi-channel marketing and advertising programs, public relations and community initiatives to support Cellucorp's strategic goals and customer-education philosophy and culture. I expect you, not Janice to write the brief speech. And when you assemble the teams for marketing the new company culture I expect you to be the head of those teams working, not delegating."
"Yes sir," said April. She was shocked by his response to her. He was more intelligent than she thought. He'd given her a verbal beating and reminded her of her place in her relation to him. This verbal beating was like an intimate tendril reaching out, reaching deep down her mouth like Sir had, down her throat into her stomach, massaging the warm spot she felt for her Sir. All her mixed and twisted feelings came rushing back through her after this verbal slapping and she carefully placed one spiked heel in front of the other with haste and care not to let a tear drop from her eyes on her way back to her office. She passed Janice on her way in without greeting her again, this time not out of aloofness but out of fear that she would see her tortured face. Once she sat at her desk the tears began to flow. She liked his new initiative. She wrote the speech through tears and e-mailed it to Milton immediately. "Nice work," he e-mailed back. April felt a new kind of satisfaction. She found herself wanting to please him with this new enterprise.
April continued, on a regular basis, to impress Milton during the new customer education campaign. On the Eve of the launch of the public campaign the company threw another party in the C.E.O.'s office. April once again found herself shaking hands with people who smiled at her, and gestured genuinely. She found herself wondering again what they were really thinking when they shook her hand, this time if they were her rapists, if maybe one of them was her Sir. Who fit that description? At one poin
t one of April's superiors complimented her on her L.A. proposal and they wanted to see her notes on it.
"Sure! I can go get them for you right now," she told them and she excitedly marched off to her office to get the notes. She was distracted with her excitement. She didn't see him follow her. After she walked into the office he walked in behind her and closed the door behind him. She turned around. It was Milton. She was pleased to see him. She wanted to tell him about the notes. She wanted to impress him. She stood in front of her desk, facing him as he walked towards her swiftly. He grabbed her by the neck and kissed her deeply. April wasn't herself. Normally she would have kissed back, massaged him all over, grabbed at him, but she didn't do any of those things. Her body just went limp. She completely gave in. This seemed to turn Milton on because he began groping her all over, behind her head, around her thigh, against her breast, along her back.
He put her hand on his already semi-hard cock through his pants and April seemed to wake a bit, kissing back a bit, languidly rubbing Milton's cock, feeling it harden in her hands. He wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He lifted her up and carried her over to the wall, jamming her back into it, April holding on. Milton unzipped his zipper and pressed April's skirt up over her hips, feeling across the back of her ass for the string of her g-string. He found it and pulled it aside. Milton shoved his cock into April's pussy without any lubrication. She felt his cock pass through the exterior mouth of her inner labia, then pass into soft wet insides.
Milton pressed her into the wall by the hips and fucked her from below. April felt gravity drop her deep onto him. She wanted to be impaled by him. She gave in completely, bouncing with each thrust so that she could help create a longer thrust, bouncing high up on Milton's cock, and dropping down upon it with greater force. Milton pulled April off of him and carried her over the threshold to the desk where he put her down on her feet. With one swipe he knocked everything off the desk except for the lamp. He placed her on the desk and positioned her on all fours. The desk lamp was the only light in the room and it shone across April's breast. Milton jumped onto the desk and crouched over April, smelling her back. April was transported back to when Sir smelled her neck and she opened herself up to Milton, she arched her back as far as it would go, offering herself up to him. He entered her. This time her inner labia were wet and he entered her with ease. He fucked her briefly and began pressing himself into her ass. 'Relax. Relax.' He pressed his wet cock into her ass and April was able to relax. She bent her elbows and lowered her face down to the surface of the table. Milton appreciated this and pressed his enormous hand around her neck pressing her side-turned face into the desk. April melted, arching her back even further. It was in this position, under these conditions, that Milton came in her ass. He climbed off her, zipped his pants, thanked her, and left. April climbed off the desk, holding her skirt up, found the tissues on the floor and wiped herself up so as not to stain her skirt. She got her notes and left her office.
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