Part 3: Force Begins
Ritu knew that she was an attractive woman, especially at her age (approaching menopause). In her youth, she had had the ability to turn heads as she walked on the street or entered a room. She had no idea that after all these years, she was still such a desirable woman. After going through ‘her’ thread on Xossip, and after overcoming the initial anger and disgust, she had found a new energy inside her. And that energy was trying its best to burst out as she rubbed her womanhood over her nightdress.
They wanted to strip her publicly, make her suck their penises, maul her breasts, bite her nipples, chew on her vulva, fuck her asshole, bathe her in their cum, humiliate her to the core…all at once. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she took off her nightdress completely. That’s how they wanted her. She
retrieved her vibrating dildo from its hiding place and went to work.
Ritu masturbated to the thought of guys in her office fucking her violently and then dozed off to sleep.
It was just a usual day in office. I was walking down the corridor after having finished some errands, returning to my designated room, which read “Mrs Ritu S, Branch Manager”. As a Branch Manager, I had a room to myself in the office, other employees just had cubicles. I entered my room and to my surprise, found few guys already present in my room. There were three of them – Arpit, Rahul, and Pratik; they were the Assistant Branch Managers, but still they had no right to be in my room without my prior permission.
“Kitni baar kaha hai ki mere room me permission ke bina mat ghusa karo,” I shouted. (How many times have I told you people to not enter my room without permission?)
I was shocked when Rahul replied, “Aaj teri choot aur gaand me bina permission ghusenge, Madam!” (Today we will enter your vagina and ass without your permission, Madam!)
My eyes flared up as I heard him. It was all within a matter of seconds that one of them (Arpit) bolted the door from inside, the other (Pratik) came up behind me and engulfed me in a bear hug, clamping my mouth shut with his palm.
I tried my best to free myself out of his grip, but he had a strong grip on my upper body. All I managed to do was flail around my legs. I tried to shout too but all that came out through the palm clamp was a muffled cry, too faint to be noticed in the busy environment of the office.
Their motive was clear from the onset itself. They were going to force me, their boss, in my office room. And they had come with a plan and were well prepared for the task at hand.
Rahul cleared my desk with one sweeping motion of his hand, dropping all the things on the floor. Pratik, still holding me tightly, pulled me onto my now empty desk, with his palm still firm around my mouth. Now, he was actually lying on the desk and I was above him, both of us facing the ceiling. I was trying my best to free myself, beating around my arms and legs, trying to bite his palm so that he may loosen his grip, but to no avail.
My efforts were short-lived as Rahul and Arpit pulled at my arms and legs respectively. Although I could not see what they were doing, I felt ropes being tied around my wrists and ankles. Within minutes, my arms and legs had been tied to the legs of the desk and I could not move them at my will. Pratik was still under me. Unable to move, I directed all my energy at shouting out for help and in trying to bite Pratik’s hand.
Rahul climbed over my tied body such that I was now sandwiched between Pratik and him. He had a pocket knife in his hand which he held close to my neck, just denting my skin with slight pressure.
“Madam, agar zinda rehna hai to apna mu band rakho. Pratik apna haath hataayega abhi aur agar tumne chilaya to main maar doonga tumko,” said Rahul. (Madam, keep your mouth shut if you want to live. Pratik will remove his hand now and if you shout I’ll kill you).
I was paralysed with fear now. These guys were dead serious about raping me. It was almost as if my mind had gone into a whirlpool, I didn’t know how to react. In this moment of confusion, panic and fear, I didn’t even realize when Pratik removed his grip on my mouth and Arpit stuffed a piece of cloth inside my mouth, gagging me. Then the gag was reinforced with a cloth tied over my mouth all around my face. There was no way I was going to be able to make any sound now.
I was brought back into reality when I felt Pratik’s hands mauling my breasts, under my paloo but over my blouse. The ultimate realization hit me. Here I was, lying spread-eagle on my office desk, gagged, and ready to be forced, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a busy office. There was nothing I could do about it. I started to cry and soft sounds of my wailing could be heard over the gag.
“Dekho kutiya emotional ho gayi,” said Arpit. (See the bitch has become emotional).
“Tera khada hua ki nahi?” asked Rahul, looking at Pratik. (Has your penis erected yet?)
“Kutiya ko jab subah dekha tha tab se khada hua hai,” replied Pratik, “Ab bas jaldi nanga karo hamari pyaari boss ko!” (It has been erect from the moment I had laid my eyes on her today morning…now just strip our lovely boss naked!)
Rahul and Arpit got to the task of tearing off my clothes. Rahul gave such a tight tug at my saree that the safety pin holding the paloo to the blouse at my shoulder gave away with a tearing noise. Such was the force that even the pin tucking the saree into my petticoat at the waist gave away. With few pulling movements of his hands, Rahul had completely taken the saree off my body and thrown it away towards one corner of the room.
I had worn a dark blue plain saree (my regular office attire) with a matching dark blue blouse, which had hooks down its front side. As soon as my saree was gone, I could feel Pratik’s strong hands tugging at the front side of my blouse, pulling at it in either direction. Immediately and almost as if effortlessly, the half a dozen hooks on my blouse gave away, each making a popping sound as it tore. I could hear a sigh of delight as my black bra covering my milky white breasts was exposed. Without wasting any time, Pratik scooped his hands inside the bra cups to pull out my breasts on both sides.
After removing my breasts from inside my bra cups, Pratik continued to squeeze them tightly, almost mauling them, and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Jaldi poora nanga karo meri darling ko,” said Pratik, the excitement clearly visible in his voice. (Quickly strip my darling naked completely).
Rahul undid the knot of my petticoat and pulled it down to my ankles, bundling it there, unable to remove it completely as my ankles had been tied to the legs of the desk. Same was true for my blouse also; it just lay bundled on either side of my body. He then inserted his fingers on the rim of my panties (white cotton ones) and pulled them down, right up to my ankles where my petticoat lay bundled, in one swift motion, whistling the whole time, commenting on my shaved pubic area.
“This is the moment of reality,” said Rahul, to no one in particular, as he planted a kiss on my now exposed vulva.
I was now fully exposed in front of my rapists; my saree had been pulled off my body, my blouse torn, bra cups pulled down, petticoat and panty bundled at my ankles; ready to be sexually devoured on my desk, on which I somehow perfectly fitted in the spread-eagled position. As they proceeded with their actions, I came to know more and more of what they had in plan for me, their boss.
Rahul and Arpit each took out hand held camcorders from a bag and also three monkey caps which they hurriedly put on. It had small openings for their eyes and nose, the rest of it was jet black. Rahul positioned himself near my face while Arpit took up a position near the far end of the table, aiming the camcorders towards me. I felt nauseated when I realized what they were up to. They were going to record my force on video, with their faces masked.
Satisfied that their faces were properly masked, Rahul called out, “Whore, dick, and action!”
Ritu knew that she was an attractive woman, especially at her age (approaching menopause). In her youth, she had had the ability to turn heads as she walked on the street or entered a room. She had no idea that after all these years, she was still such a desirable woman. After going through ‘her’ thread on Xossip, and after overcoming the initial anger and disgust, she had found a new energy inside her. And that energy was trying its best to burst out as she rubbed her womanhood over her nightdress.
They wanted to strip her publicly, make her suck their penises, maul her breasts, bite her nipples, chew on her vulva, fuck her asshole, bathe her in their cum, humiliate her to the core…all at once. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she took off her nightdress completely. That’s how they wanted her. She
retrieved her vibrating dildo from its hiding place and went to work.
Ritu masturbated to the thought of guys in her office fucking her violently and then dozed off to sleep.
It was just a usual day in office. I was walking down the corridor after having finished some errands, returning to my designated room, which read “Mrs Ritu S, Branch Manager”. As a Branch Manager, I had a room to myself in the office, other employees just had cubicles. I entered my room and to my surprise, found few guys already present in my room. There were three of them – Arpit, Rahul, and Pratik; they were the Assistant Branch Managers, but still they had no right to be in my room without my prior permission.
“Kitni baar kaha hai ki mere room me permission ke bina mat ghusa karo,” I shouted. (How many times have I told you people to not enter my room without permission?)
I was shocked when Rahul replied, “Aaj teri choot aur gaand me bina permission ghusenge, Madam!” (Today we will enter your vagina and ass without your permission, Madam!)
My eyes flared up as I heard him. It was all within a matter of seconds that one of them (Arpit) bolted the door from inside, the other (Pratik) came up behind me and engulfed me in a bear hug, clamping my mouth shut with his palm.
I tried my best to free myself out of his grip, but he had a strong grip on my upper body. All I managed to do was flail around my legs. I tried to shout too but all that came out through the palm clamp was a muffled cry, too faint to be noticed in the busy environment of the office.
Their motive was clear from the onset itself. They were going to force me, their boss, in my office room. And they had come with a plan and were well prepared for the task at hand.
Rahul cleared my desk with one sweeping motion of his hand, dropping all the things on the floor. Pratik, still holding me tightly, pulled me onto my now empty desk, with his palm still firm around my mouth. Now, he was actually lying on the desk and I was above him, both of us facing the ceiling. I was trying my best to free myself, beating around my arms and legs, trying to bite his palm so that he may loosen his grip, but to no avail.
My efforts were short-lived as Rahul and Arpit pulled at my arms and legs respectively. Although I could not see what they were doing, I felt ropes being tied around my wrists and ankles. Within minutes, my arms and legs had been tied to the legs of the desk and I could not move them at my will. Pratik was still under me. Unable to move, I directed all my energy at shouting out for help and in trying to bite Pratik’s hand.
Rahul climbed over my tied body such that I was now sandwiched between Pratik and him. He had a pocket knife in his hand which he held close to my neck, just denting my skin with slight pressure.
“Madam, agar zinda rehna hai to apna mu band rakho. Pratik apna haath hataayega abhi aur agar tumne chilaya to main maar doonga tumko,” said Rahul. (Madam, keep your mouth shut if you want to live. Pratik will remove his hand now and if you shout I’ll kill you).
I was paralysed with fear now. These guys were dead serious about raping me. It was almost as if my mind had gone into a whirlpool, I didn’t know how to react. In this moment of confusion, panic and fear, I didn’t even realize when Pratik removed his grip on my mouth and Arpit stuffed a piece of cloth inside my mouth, gagging me. Then the gag was reinforced with a cloth tied over my mouth all around my face. There was no way I was going to be able to make any sound now.
I was brought back into reality when I felt Pratik’s hands mauling my breasts, under my paloo but over my blouse. The ultimate realization hit me. Here I was, lying spread-eagle on my office desk, gagged, and ready to be forced, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a busy office. There was nothing I could do about it. I started to cry and soft sounds of my wailing could be heard over the gag.
“Dekho kutiya emotional ho gayi,” said Arpit. (See the bitch has become emotional).
“Tera khada hua ki nahi?” asked Rahul, looking at Pratik. (Has your penis erected yet?)
“Kutiya ko jab subah dekha tha tab se khada hua hai,” replied Pratik, “Ab bas jaldi nanga karo hamari pyaari boss ko!” (It has been erect from the moment I had laid my eyes on her today morning…now just strip our lovely boss naked!)
Rahul and Arpit got to the task of tearing off my clothes. Rahul gave such a tight tug at my saree that the safety pin holding the paloo to the blouse at my shoulder gave away with a tearing noise. Such was the force that even the pin tucking the saree into my petticoat at the waist gave away. With few pulling movements of his hands, Rahul had completely taken the saree off my body and thrown it away towards one corner of the room.
I had worn a dark blue plain saree (my regular office attire) with a matching dark blue blouse, which had hooks down its front side. As soon as my saree was gone, I could feel Pratik’s strong hands tugging at the front side of my blouse, pulling at it in either direction. Immediately and almost as if effortlessly, the half a dozen hooks on my blouse gave away, each making a popping sound as it tore. I could hear a sigh of delight as my black bra covering my milky white breasts was exposed. Without wasting any time, Pratik scooped his hands inside the bra cups to pull out my breasts on both sides.
After removing my breasts from inside my bra cups, Pratik continued to squeeze them tightly, almost mauling them, and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Jaldi poora nanga karo meri darling ko,” said Pratik, the excitement clearly visible in his voice. (Quickly strip my darling naked completely).
Rahul undid the knot of my petticoat and pulled it down to my ankles, bundling it there, unable to remove it completely as my ankles had been tied to the legs of the desk. Same was true for my blouse also; it just lay bundled on either side of my body. He then inserted his fingers on the rim of my panties (white cotton ones) and pulled them down, right up to my ankles where my petticoat lay bundled, in one swift motion, whistling the whole time, commenting on my shaved pubic area.
“This is the moment of reality,” said Rahul, to no one in particular, as he planted a kiss on my now exposed vulva.
I was now fully exposed in front of my rapists; my saree had been pulled off my body, my blouse torn, bra cups pulled down, petticoat and panty bundled at my ankles; ready to be sexually devoured on my desk, on which I somehow perfectly fitted in the spread-eagled position. As they proceeded with their actions, I came to know more and more of what they had in plan for me, their boss.
Rahul and Arpit each took out hand held camcorders from a bag and also three monkey caps which they hurriedly put on. It had small openings for their eyes and nose, the rest of it was jet black. Rahul positioned himself near my face while Arpit took up a position near the far end of the table, aiming the camcorders towards me. I felt nauseated when I realized what they were up to. They were going to record my force on video, with their faces masked.
Satisfied that their faces were properly masked, Rahul called out, “Whore, dick, and action!”