Over the past few days, the speed and precision with which Shepard had kept her jumping through hoops meant that she had come to accept his perceived authority whilst managing to retain the possibility of an eventual escape. But things were spiraling rapidly out of control. More and more people were becoming involved and very soon, any chance she had of one day repairing her shattered world would be gone.
Without consideration for her imbroglio, Kristin straightened her aching legs and made for the hallway. No longer thinking rationally, all she knew was that she had to get out of there. She lurched through the living room doorway, panting and gurgling, only half-conscious of the fact that nobody immediately tried to stop her.
She stumbled down the hallway, lost her balance and knocked her head against the front door. Lying on her side, her breasts and stomach heaving, a semblance of coherent thought returned and she understood with a rush of dread, that she was trapped.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to make it all go away and then she felt an agonizing crack across her buttocks. She let out a high-pitched wail and looked up to see Henry standing over her.
“I’ll keep on hitting you until you go back in there,” he said casually.
Kristin was paralyzed with terror and when she didn’t move, Shepard struck with the cane again. He wasn’t holding back and the excruciating pain seared through her. He landed a third blow which pushed her over the edge. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she rolled over onto her face with her tongue licking the carpet, and stiffly got to her feet. That didn’t spare her a fourth stroke however, and now, with intelligible thought abandoning her again, she scampered back to the living room as quickly as she
had left it. Her face slick with saliva and tears, Kristin once again squatted in front of them on trembling legs.
“Are you going to behave now?” Shepard asked her, tapping the cane in the palm of his hand.
So terrified was she of that detestable cane, that she actually attempted to say ‘Yes, Master’ despite the ring gag.
Through her tears, Kristin became aware that George had moved closer to her, and blinking them away, also saw that he was now naked from the waist down. He was holding onto his thick penis and waving it in her face while with the other hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and backed her up against the sofa.
George began to trace the purple end of his cock around her stretched lips, moistening them with his pre-cum. Then he dabbed it inside her mouth, jousting with her flailing tongue. Trapped against the sofa, locked in his firm grip, Kristin cried new tears of shame as she realized she was being treated like a sex-toy.
Suddenly, George shoved his hips forward, pushing the entire length of his shaft into her throat. Kristin’s world went black as her face was squeezed against his sagging belly. She gagged and tried to move her head but he was too strong. He didn’t pump but just kept his intruding member deep inside her head. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Kristin reflexively relaxed her throat, and inhaled the sour smell of his skin through her nose. He kept her impaled like that for what seemed an eternity before withdrawing and roughly spinning her around and shoving her face first into the cushions.
Kristin felt her thighs being pulled apart, soon followed by her labia and all of a sudden he was inside her, his girth stretching her vaginal wall. This time he did pump, long steady strokes deep within her, pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in, slapping his loins against her buttocks. Once gain, her body defied her and her pussy started to become wet.
George kept up his slow rhythm and disgracefully, Kristin felt her own physical gratification building.
Could this really be harmless old George raping me? she thought woozily.
Abruptly, he halted his ministrations and hauled her back around again. Again, he shoved his cock, now slick from her own juices, into her yawning mouth. She knew how to take him now and to avoid being smothered, allowed it to probe deep into her throat. He held her still for a moment and then with a shuddering groan, whipped it out again as his seed exploded over her face. Kristin closed her eyes as George ejaculated again and again, his sticky, white semen spraying onto her nose and eyes and all over her pink tongue.
Finally, he released her and flopped down onto the sofa. Kristin opened her eyes and through the gooey mess saw that Shepard and Miles were gazing at her. She could taste George’s cum in her mouth and she tried to flick it out with her tongue but some of it had shot in too far and rather than choke, she was compelled to swallow it.
A compound of emotions coursed through her, some of which she could not identify. Anger and shame, she knew, and also hatred for what they had done to her. But her hate was also directed at herself for physically responding to the sexual abuse. Her pussy was still damp and although she hadn’t climaxed, she had felt the churning thrill in her abdomen as old George had pumped her. How could she possibly have responded that way?
As she wavered on aching legs, smelling of George’s unwashed body, she slowly became aware that Shepard was holding a video camera. He had filmed her! She looked at him with absolute loathing in her red and puffy eyes, as her saliva, mixed with George’s cum, spilled over her lip and dropped onto the carpet.
“Miles?” Shepard said. “Your turn if you want it.”
Kristin shook her head frantically and attempted to object but all she could emit was a peculiar gurgling sound.
The young programmer’s face was flushed and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Come on,” Shepard urged. “Look at her. She’s yours for the taking.”
“It’s just that…” Miles stammered. “I… I haven’t…”
“Oh,” Shepard said in a slightly amused tone.
George, still recovering from his exertions, chuckled. “It’s your first time is it, lad?”
Miles didn’t reply and looked at his feet.
“Tell you what,” Shepard said moving towards the cowering Kristin. “How about if I help?”
Shepard gripped Kristin under her arms, hoisted her onto the coffee table and pushed her over onto her back. With her wrists secured to her ankles, she had no choice but to raise her legs. Shepard gently pried her thighs apart so that she was exposing herself directly in front of Miles.
“Take a look,” Shepard encouraged.
Miles did as he was asked and as his eyes rested upon her puffed up labia, he involuntarily licked his lips.
“Attaboy!” laughed George.
Kristin peered at Miles apprehensively through her parted legs. Somewhere in the raging torrents of her mind, she clung to the possibility that he wouldn’t have the stomach for it.
But ever so slowly, with everybody else’s eyes upon him, Miles stood up and undid his necktie. He then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his skinny white torso and then stepped out of his pants and shorts. Kristin let out a guttural whine as he stepped towards her.
She couldn’t help but notice his long, thin dick poking out at an unusually acute angle. She laid her head back and closed her eyes knowing that the slender invader would soon be inside her body.
“Open your eyes, sweetie,” Shepard’s voice came from above her.
Kristin looked up to see her tormentor’s face hovering right above hers. He placed his hands firmly on her cheeks and said, “I want you to look into his eyes as he fucks you.”
She felt Miles’ wiry body sliding up between her legs and his hands clumsily grabbing at her breasts. His penis prodded against her belly as he maneuvered into position and then his spotty face loomed above hers. It took him a couple of attempts to locate her opening, and then without any preamble, he slipped into her. Kristin was still slightly lubricated after George’s attentions and she accommodated his skinny member easily.
With Shepard still close by, Miles began sliding clumsily back and forth over her body with a look of intense concentration on his geeky face. As he proceeded to move inside of her, Kristin noticed that something quite w
orrying was happening to her - due to the unusual slant of his erection, Miles was unintentionally stimulating her g-spot.
As he accelerated his movements, she knew that he was going to come quickly, but the problem was, the faster he went, the more excited she became. The sensation grew so rapidly within her that she realized to her horror, that this ungainly kid was going to make her come too.
She felt him tense and then spurt inside her and at the same time, her whole body quivered. Unable to control herself, she arched her back and let out a gurgling howl as a giant wave of pleasure rocked her body. She had never before experienced such a satisfying orgasm and it had been initiated by an undersized, sexually inexperienced geek! When it finally subsided, she became aware that Shepard and George were laughing.
“Way to go, Miles,” Shepard said approvingly. “She was squealing like a sow!”
Kristin turned her head and closed her eyes in abject shame. They had witnessed her in her most vulnerable condition and there was nowhere left for her to go. She no longer had any secrets from them. As she squeezed out a tear that rolled down her burning cheek, Kristin felt as though something had snapped within her, and that little flame she had been nurturing, had finally been extinguished.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sitting on her lowered seat at Shepard’s shoulder, Kristin stared at the screen of his laptop in a kind of stupefied daze. The girl in the series of pictures that continually refreshed the screen looked exactly like her, but she was having difficulty registering the fact that it actually was her. For the past hour, while he had been consulting with Brian, Shepard had forced her to watch the desktop slideshow. All of the photos had been taken at Shepard’s house the previous evening. Some of them featured Kristin alone, some with George, and some with Miles. In all of them she was nude, except of course, for the collar, fishnets, and high-heeled shoes, and as a set they presented a graphic reenactment of her gang-rape session.
Watching the images, Kristin recalled every moment vividly. After Miles had dismounted her, Kristin had hoped it was all over, but by then, George had become aroused again, and he’d proceeded to fuck her once more in the mouth. While he was stroking his thick cock into her throat, Kristin had felt Miles invading her from the rear. As before, his upward thrusts had caused her erogenous zone to swell and all three of them had climaxed together, with George’s hot cum pouring into her throat while Miles squirted his load into her womb. Sandwiched between them, bathed in sweat and shame, Kristin had shivered and convulsed as tides of sensual bliss swept through her treacherous body.
Tired from their exertions, the men had taken a rest but Kristin had more to do. Shepard had unshackled her wrists and ankles, and finally removed the awful ring gag. Then for the next half an hour, they had sat drinking beer watching Kristin sashay up and down the room in her six inch heels, saying ‘good morning’ each time she passed them. To add further insult, Shepard had refused her permission to clean up, so she’d had to perform for them whilst covered in her own spittle, and with semen dripping down both her chin and thighs. When it had been time for them to go, Shepard had ordered Kristin to walk her guests to the door where she’d had to give them each a long, deep, French kiss before saying goodbye. Somehow, that act had been more degrading for her than the sex, with its implication that she was in some way attracted to the two vile men.
She’d spent the night sleeping naked and uncovered on the floor next to Shepard’s bed, and irrationally feeling slightly rejected when he’d made no attempt to touch her.
In the morning, Shepard had clothed her with a skimpy beige mini-dress under which she wore a tiny leopard skin thong, but no bra, so that her prominent nipples tented the material visibly. Complemented by her red pumps, Kristin knew that this was totally unsuitable attire for the office, and that Brian would surely tell her to go home and change. To her amazement and consternation however, when he had seen her earlier that morning, Brian had made no comment, although he had looked at her in a peculiar way. She could only assume that he was making allowances for her odd behavior.
Once inside his office, Shepard had instructed her to remove her shoes before seating her in front of his home-made pornographic show. Then he had gone into his meeting with Brian, which ordinarily Kristin would have attended, but Brian hadn’t requested her presence, and miserably she realized that for the time being at least, she was to be excluded from any important decision-making.
The door opened and Shepard strode in, with a sheaf of printouts under his arm. Taking his seat, he swiveled the screen towards him and said, “Okay, that’s enough playtime for you, I’ve got some serious work to do. Go to Starbucks and get me a decaf roast, and be quick about it.”
Kristin went over to the doorway and picked up her red pumps.
“Did I say anything about putting on shoes?” Shepard said sternly. “You can go out dressed as you are. It’s not that cold.”
Forlornly, Kristin put the shoes back down and went barefoot out into the main office. As she padded towards reception, the tight little dress kept pulling up over her ass cheeks, exposing the thin black line of the thong. She tugged the hem down but in doing so, only succeeded in stretching the thin fabric tighter, clearly defining the pear drop shape of her breasts. Never before had she felt so publicly exposed in this office.
As she hurried past, she became aware that people were stopping what they were doing and watching her. Some of their expressions displayed amused curiosity, whilst she recognized pure lust in the eyes of the men. But there was something else she detected through her embarrassment. Something had noticeably changed at OFS. The staff were more cheerful and relaxed and despite the fact that she was obviously the center of attention, nobody greeted her anymore. It was as if they had sensed what was happening to her, or worse, maybe Shepard had told them!
Just before she reached the exit, someone said, “Hi, Kristin, lost your shoes again?” and everyone within earshot burst into laughter.
Burning with anger and humiliation, Kristin dashed out of the office. To them, she was no longer Miss Hartman but simply ‘Kristin’, the girl who had evidently lost her marbles and was from here on, to be the butt of their ridicule.
She reached the lobby and ran straight past George without looking at him. Outside, a bitter wind whipped down the street. Pedestrians wrapped up in coats and scarves looked at her in astonishment as she skipped barefoot onto the damp pavement, her nipples becoming instantly rigid in the icy air.
Starbucks was in the adjacent building and there was quite a crowd when she got inside. She received a lot of interested glances from the men, and some disapproving looks from the women while she waited to be served.
Returning through the office, Kristin held the bag containing Shepard’s coffee with one hand, whilst wrestling with the rebellious dress with the other. She couldn’t help but notice Deborah Francis and Angela whispering and watching her as she gratefully disappeared into Shepard’s office.
Understanding the drill, she set out his coffee while he worked, adding cream and sugar and stirring it for him. Shepard did not say thank you, nor did he appear to be aware of her presence. Again, feeling an illogical pang of rejection, Kristin went to sit.
“Go and find Melissa,” Shepard said without looking up. “She’s got a job for you.”
Even though she had already done it once before, the thought of assisting a lowly office junior was more than she could endure.
“Master, please. Isn’t there anything I can help you with?”
Shepard looked up from his screen.
“I’m not sure what use you could be at the moment. Brian is very concerned. We were discussing you earlier. Not answering e-mails, deleting important files, getting drunk during office hours. He really wants to put you on paid leave to prevent you from embarrassing yourself in front of everyone like this, but I told him how much you wanted to stay.”
“But Master!” Kristin blurted, unable to restrain herself anym
ore. “You made me do all those things!”
“Yes, I did,” Shepard smiled nastily. “And you’re going to do a lot more of them. But look at it this way. You still have a highly-paid job and you’re not locked up in a federal prison.”
And I’ve been raped, beaten and humiliated, Kristin mentally added, but once again, Shepard had succeeded in drawing her attention back to what she faced if she broke off their arrangement.
“Now go along and find Melissa,” Shepard said dismissively.
Glumly, without even bothering to ask if she could wear shoes, Kristin trudged across to the far corner of the open plan office where the water machine, copier and filing cabinets were located. Melissa had a trolley loaded with manila files which she was slotting into an open drawer. She smiled brightly when Kristin approached, showing no signs of trepidation this time.
“Hey, Kristin,” she said.
Kristin was tempted to berate the girl for being so informal but something stopped her - Melissa was appraising her in such a confident manner that Kristin smelled another of Shepard’s traps.
“Can I help you with that?” Kristin muttered.
“No, that’s alright. I can manage,” Melissa said. “But I do have another task for you.”
An alarm bell rang in Kristin’s head. This was different from the last time when Melissa had been uncertain and embarrassed. Now she was telling Kristin what to do!
“See those paper clips?” Melissa said, nodding towards the floor.
Kristin followed her gaze. On the carpet, next to the copier, was a pile of colored metal paper clips and a row of plastic beakers.
“I need them sorted by color,” Melissa said.
Kristin looked at her incredulously.
“What for?” she mumbled.
Melissa shrugged. “Mr. Shepard wants it done.”
Kristin let out a heavy sigh. Shepard. Feeling as though she was sinking in quicksand, Kristin dropped to her knees.
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