Part 4: Force Ends
Pratik had been mauling at my breasts since he had scooped them out, pinching and rolling my nipples intermittently. They had started to pain a bit by now. Once he even tried to reach over to one of my breasts with his mouth and suck at them, but he was so tightly caught under me that he was unable to reach and gave up the attempt.
All this while, through the stripping and mauling, I had kept on crying and screaming into my mouth gag. But the intensity of my efforts to scream and cry multiplied a hundred folds when I heard the sound of opening of a zipper. Pratik had made just enough space between his body and mine to squeeze his hands to his trousers. He tried to take out his penis through the zipper itself but was unable to do so due to the lack of space. He then undid his trousers completely and pushed it down a few inches, along with his underwear. This was enough for his penis to get out of its hold. I could feel its hardness on my hips, and also the wetness at its tip, precum was oozing out of it.
Pratik slided downwards a few inches to free his penis from below me. As if it had a mind of its own, Pratik’s penis went directly towards my shaved vaginal opening. I could feel its moist bulbous head knocking on the doors of my womanhood, although not waiting for an answer. Pratik directed it through my dry vaginal opening with his left hand while trying to spread my vulval lips with his right hand. When the tip of his penis was just beyond my vulval lips, Pratik, holding me at my waist, gave his body the final push to enter my vagina. Even through his thick monkey-cap I could hear a loud moan of pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Jaldi chodna shur karo kutte!” exclaimed Rahul. (Start fucking her quickly, you dog!)
Now, with his penis deeply embedded inside my vagina, Pratik started fucking me in hard painful thrusts. Still holding at my waist, he pistoned his penis along the whole length of my vagina again and again, making me recoil with each thrust. His motion was not that smooth as he was so tightly squeezed under me, which made the impacts more painful for me.
After only a couple of minutes, I could feel his thrusts gaining speed and realized that he was close to orgasm. He was going to ejaculate inside my unprotected vagina!
Again, I started to vainly plead and cry into my mouth gag, “Please don’t cum inside me!”
Pratik was now on the brink on ejaculating his load inside my vagina. As he reached climax, he tightly gripped my breasts on both sides, and then just let go of his body. His penis thumped one last time inside my vagina as he released his hot semen inside me, simultaneously letting out a howl of pleasure and satisfaction.
I could feel his now limp penis plop out of my forced vagina, along with a blob of his semen. He lay under me, very still. He was panting, more out of pleasure than exhaustion. I was panting too, more out of exhaustion than pleasure, and filled with disgust. The room was circling all around me. I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting on the sofa inside my office. I was completely naked now, the bundles of clothes around my hands and ankles had been removed off (they were piled up on my desk), and my mouth gag was also gone. The three of them were sitting on the other sofa.
Covering my breasts with one hand and my womanhood with the other, I almost shouted out for help, but before I could, Rahul came up to me with two camcorders in his hands. He replayed the moments of my force by Pratik which had been captured by Arpit and him, from various angles. Tears were copiously streaming down my face as I watched the videos of my force.
The two of them had made sure to capture it all on video. Right from the moment Pratik’s erect organ had sprung out of his trousers, to the moment of his orgasm, a close up shot of his limp organ plopping out of my vagina and his semen that followed its way out, moistening my vulva, panning back all along my body to my dazed face, it was all there. They had made sure to pan in to record by face once in a while; there was no mistaking the identity of the woman lying spread-eagled on the desk.
One thing was not there and that was their faces. None of them could be recognized due to their similar monkey-caps.
“Tum ko pata hai na kya hoga agar ye video public ho jaayega?” asked Rahul. (You know the consequences of this video going public, right?)
With her rapist unrecognizable on the videos, it would be impossible for her to accuse Pratik of raping her. Moreover, it was even not possible to prove it as force; it could well have been a well-acted role-play. With this realization explained to me by Rahul, I hung my head in despair and shame.
My fate was now sealed. I was now their “Office MILF Whore”!
They were now talking normally to me, as they did each and every day.
“We both would love to fuck you too right now Madam, but others may get jealous that the boss is favouring us,” said Rahul, explaining to me that there was no time for Arpit and him to fuck her now and they would love to get their chance as soon as possible.
“But you have to do something about this before we leave,” said Arpit, and took out his erect penis, striking it against my cheek, “Chal acche se choos isko aur tu video bana!” (Get to sucking it nicely and you make a video!)
I took Arpit’s penis inside my mouth reluctantly and started to blow him as Rahul made sure to capture even this on video. I was sure that he had zoomed in to record only my face and Arpit’s penis only. Arpit, unhappy with my blowing effort, held my hair with both his hands and started fucking my mouth, shooting a huge load of semen inside my mouth, on my face, and into my hair. Satisfied for the moment, he exchanged places with Rahul who then fucked my face while Arpit recorded the act.
Meanwhile, Pratik had been busy rearranging my desk, “I should be awarded Employee of the Month for doing your desk,” he grinned. The other two laughed.
Satisfied with their combined efforts on me, they packed the ropes, gags, camcorders into their bag, along with the torn pieces of my clothes. The three of them left my office room, not before shouting, “Mrs Ritu S, Bitch Whore”.
I was left naked inside my office room, with my face and thighs smeared with semen. I heard the door close behind my three Assistant Managers and lock automatically from the inside, wondering how I would ever get out of my room in this condition. It was then that my alarm clock started beeping and I woke up with a broad grin on my face.
Pratik had been mauling at my breasts since he had scooped them out, pinching and rolling my nipples intermittently. They had started to pain a bit by now. Once he even tried to reach over to one of my breasts with his mouth and suck at them, but he was so tightly caught under me that he was unable to reach and gave up the attempt.
All this while, through the stripping and mauling, I had kept on crying and screaming into my mouth gag. But the intensity of my efforts to scream and cry multiplied a hundred folds when I heard the sound of opening of a zipper. Pratik had made just enough space between his body and mine to squeeze his hands to his trousers. He tried to take out his penis through the zipper itself but was unable to do so due to the lack of space. He then undid his trousers completely and pushed it down a few inches, along with his underwear. This was enough for his penis to get out of its hold. I could feel its hardness on my hips, and also the wetness at its tip, precum was oozing out of it.
Pratik slided downwards a few inches to free his penis from below me. As if it had a mind of its own, Pratik’s penis went directly towards my shaved vaginal opening. I could feel its moist bulbous head knocking on the doors of my womanhood, although not waiting for an answer. Pratik directed it through my dry vaginal opening with his left hand while trying to spread my vulval lips with his right hand. When the tip of his penis was just beyond my vulval lips, Pratik, holding me at my waist, gave his body the final push to enter my vagina. Even through his thick monkey-cap I could hear a loud moan of pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Jaldi chodna shur karo kutte!” exclaimed Rahul. (Start fucking her quickly, you dog!)
Now, with his penis deeply embedded inside my vagina, Pratik started fucking me in hard painful thrusts. Still holding at my waist, he pistoned his penis along the whole length of my vagina again and again, making me recoil with each thrust. His motion was not that smooth as he was so tightly squeezed under me, which made the impacts more painful for me.
After only a couple of minutes, I could feel his thrusts gaining speed and realized that he was close to orgasm. He was going to ejaculate inside my unprotected vagina!
Again, I started to vainly plead and cry into my mouth gag, “Please don’t cum inside me!”
Pratik was now on the brink on ejaculating his load inside my vagina. As he reached climax, he tightly gripped my breasts on both sides, and then just let go of his body. His penis thumped one last time inside my vagina as he released his hot semen inside me, simultaneously letting out a howl of pleasure and satisfaction.
I could feel his now limp penis plop out of my forced vagina, along with a blob of his semen. He lay under me, very still. He was panting, more out of pleasure than exhaustion. I was panting too, more out of exhaustion than pleasure, and filled with disgust. The room was circling all around me. I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting on the sofa inside my office. I was completely naked now, the bundles of clothes around my hands and ankles had been removed off (they were piled up on my desk), and my mouth gag was also gone. The three of them were sitting on the other sofa.
Covering my breasts with one hand and my womanhood with the other, I almost shouted out for help, but before I could, Rahul came up to me with two camcorders in his hands. He replayed the moments of my force by Pratik which had been captured by Arpit and him, from various angles. Tears were copiously streaming down my face as I watched the videos of my force.
The two of them had made sure to capture it all on video. Right from the moment Pratik’s erect organ had sprung out of his trousers, to the moment of his orgasm, a close up shot of his limp organ plopping out of my vagina and his semen that followed its way out, moistening my vulva, panning back all along my body to my dazed face, it was all there. They had made sure to pan in to record by face once in a while; there was no mistaking the identity of the woman lying spread-eagled on the desk.
One thing was not there and that was their faces. None of them could be recognized due to their similar monkey-caps.
“Tum ko pata hai na kya hoga agar ye video public ho jaayega?” asked Rahul. (You know the consequences of this video going public, right?)
With her rapist unrecognizable on the videos, it would be impossible for her to accuse Pratik of raping her. Moreover, it was even not possible to prove it as force; it could well have been a well-acted role-play. With this realization explained to me by Rahul, I hung my head in despair and shame.
My fate was now sealed. I was now their “Office MILF Whore”!
They were now talking normally to me, as they did each and every day.
“We both would love to fuck you too right now Madam, but others may get jealous that the boss is favouring us,” said Rahul, explaining to me that there was no time for Arpit and him to fuck her now and they would love to get their chance as soon as possible.
“But you have to do something about this before we leave,” said Arpit, and took out his erect penis, striking it against my cheek, “Chal acche se choos isko aur tu video bana!” (Get to sucking it nicely and you make a video!)
I took Arpit’s penis inside my mouth reluctantly and started to blow him as Rahul made sure to capture even this on video. I was sure that he had zoomed in to record only my face and Arpit’s penis only. Arpit, unhappy with my blowing effort, held my hair with both his hands and started fucking my mouth, shooting a huge load of semen inside my mouth, on my face, and into my hair. Satisfied for the moment, he exchanged places with Rahul who then fucked my face while Arpit recorded the act.
Meanwhile, Pratik had been busy rearranging my desk, “I should be awarded Employee of the Month for doing your desk,” he grinned. The other two laughed.
Satisfied with their combined efforts on me, they packed the ropes, gags, camcorders into their bag, along with the torn pieces of my clothes. The three of them left my office room, not before shouting, “Mrs Ritu S, Bitch Whore”.
I was left naked inside my office room, with my face and thighs smeared with semen. I heard the door close behind my three Assistant Managers and lock automatically from the inside, wondering how I would ever get out of my room in this condition. It was then that my alarm clock started beeping and I woke up with a broad grin on my face.