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Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Missy always framed everything like a little drama where she was the heroine. Everything always worked out for her, and there was no problem she'd ever encounter which couldn't be solved by either her face or her father. The easy life that her beauty and her body assured her had made her incredibly overconfident and utterly unable of imagining a situation where she was not in charge. Things had always played out by her script, and with a haughty presumption she imagined this was just another one of those moments. The loser would crawl away defeated, she could use his phone for herself, and all was right with her universe. Lost in her little moment of triumph, Missy never saw Mark's backhand coming. For a split second her world exploded and her vision filled with a bright wall of stars. Daddy had slapped her a few times in her life, but those punishments were nothing compared to the deliberate cruelty of Mark's blow. She made a small guttural grunt and was flung to the floor in an awkward heap. Her cheek felt like it was burning from where she'd been hit, but the bright red flame of humiliation burned even harder. She could taste the iron tang of blood, and suppressed a soft whimper as she gingerly pressed her fingers to the rapidly swelling bump on her face. Ungh, she grunted as she tried to speak. Uhnn, fuck, oh fuck, Painfully she sat up, automatically pulling down the hem of her skirt in an successful attempt to hide her black lacy g-string. Mark received more than an ample view of her most private of places as she struggled into a kneeling position, holding her hands up slightly. Swallowing hard, she tried to focus her thoughts as her head seemed to ring like a bell. B-bastard, you are so screwed. Daddy's gonna fuck you up so bad. As anger began in well up in her churning stomach she tried to seize on it, and fight back. The shock and embarrassment was almost enough to overcome her rapidly increasing terror at losing all control. Looking up at him in defiance, her attempt to meet his cold gaze ended quickly as he raised his hand ended quickly as she instinctively flinched. This can't be happening to me, she thought wildly as everything seemed to spin. It's all some sick joke that Jenna or Sara has set up, and any minute they're going to jump in and surprise me. But even as she tried to rationalize the situation, Missy was worldly enough to sense what was going on. As Mike barked orders, her natural submissiveness to cruel dominant men began to bubble beneath her snarky bitchy exterior. O-Okay, she said in as controlled and calm a voice as possible. Okay, I'll do it, just don't hit me again. She quickly crawled across the floor on her knees and took up the receiver as she shot him a series of nervous glances. For a few moments she paused, a bright pink fingernail resting on one of the numbers. Then with a frightened urgency she repeatedly tapped the hash button in an attempt to raise the operator, quite ignorant of the fact there was no such line in this building. Help! Heeelp! She shouted into the mouthpiece. A-aw shit, aw shit, someone get up here!
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

The resounding smack that reverberated through the room was satisfying on many levels. The final small echoes brought a sick little smile to Mark's face as he watched Missy crumple to the ground. Warmth and slight stinging on the back of his hand was a far from uncomfortable feeling. Smug satisfaction was written on his face while watching Missy struggle to push herself back up. Lust flooded out the smug look for a moment as he caught sight of Missy's barely covered teenage sex. I bet that little cunt of yours is pretty tight isn't it? Mark mockingly asked and made it known he had seen the way her lips protruded on each side of the g-string. Being such an uptight bitch, it would have to be. Wouldn't it? Her defiant declaration only brought more mocking, near sadistic laughter. Hmm, that may be so. Not before me and the boys are done with you though. Hell, I bet your Daddy may even thank us. Obviously he has been too weak to teach you proper manners and how to be a lady. A black leather shoed foot reached out as Missy crawled away. The toe of it hooked under her skirt just before she was out of reach and pushed the short garment up. Goddamn, even better in the flesh, Mark said as he watched her crawl away from him, his eyes focused on the firm globes of her ass as they naturally sashayed back and forth. You look fucking hot down there Missy, on your knees like a good little bitch. Shrugging his shoulders had Mark's jacket slip down his arms while he continued to watch and tease Missy. What's wrong Missy? Didn't bother to learn anything about your job? Came from Mark in a dangerously calm voice as she pleaded into the receiver to no avail. The loosened tie around Mark's neck was pulled over his head as he approached Missy from behind. Rapid movements would put the accessory over Missy's head and Mark would pull up on it like a makeshift garrote. Now that isn't what I told you to do, was it? Things will go much easier for you if you do as I say. Wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get too damaged, now would we, slut? The last wors was emphasized with a soft hiss as Mark towered over her, glaring malice in normally placid blue eyes.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

The feeling of panic burned through Missy's tight like body like an electric current. She wanted to puke, and retched violently a few times as she struggled to breathe. With her skirt well up over her ass she felt totally vulnerable and exposed. It was like an ironic parody of the way she usually love to show herself off, as this time she wanted to be as invisible as possible. Incoherent little whimpers emitted from her trembling lips as she tried to process the situation. One of her heels came loose, twisting her foot painfully as she scuttled across the floor. Mark's abuse rained down upon her but didn't really register. All she heard was his cruel, leering tone and the laughter that felt like ice water down her make. The reality of what was going to happen to her was becoming more and more apparent to Missy but she blocked it out in wild denial. She could see his immaculate shoes as he paced around, while she cringed in expectation of another blow. B-bastard! Asshole! she mumbled softly as he taunted her. Absently she wiped at the hot tears beginning to streak down her cheeks, smearing mascara across her face and giving her a whorish appearance. Her throat went dry and cracked as she pleaded down the phone. When she heard nothing but the dial tone her stomach felt like a bowling ball. She was trapped, and with sickening misery she realized it was entirely her fault. Pushed to frantic desperation, she screamed and smashed the phone with the receiver, while shrieking HELP ME! HELP ME! as loudly as she could. Suddenly, the tie was around Missy's slender throat. She grabbed at it wildly with one snap, tearing off a bright pink nail as she clawed on the tightening silk. Her other tried to reach back and hit Mark, but only succeeded in flapping uselessly against his leg. Kicking out like a bucking animal she whacked her shins viciously against the desk. Utter terror raced through her mind now as she was convinced she was going to die. Strained to the hilt, her shirt popped a button which bounced away with a clatter, exposing a hint of her breasts. Plzzzz! Plzzz! she tried to beg but her pleas were cut off. A field of stars seemed to fill her eyes as he felt her heart was going to explode.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Forced to her knees while being choked, both Missy's hands gripped desperately at the silken noose while she made weird noises. Her sea-green eyes bulged as they stared up at Mark, black streams of tear-smeared mascara racing down her bright red face. Desperately she fantasized about some sudden rescue, and prayed madly that another worker would hear something and she'd be saved. Everything seemed like a surreal nightmare as she tried to beg Mark to stop. Her hair, formerly so immaculately arranged, now lay strewn across her face and shoulders like a jungle girl. As he pressed her face into his crotch she grimaced and retched again, but only a weak choked cough emerged. She could feel his rigid cock through the fabric she scrunched her eyes tight and tried to wish everything away. However she couldn't block out his foul torrent of words or the reek of his stale sweat-soaked body. As his hand traveled down the front of her shirt her eyes darted open again in dull horror, and Missy grabbed his wrist in a frantic attempt to stop him. But she was helpless to do anything as her top was torn open and her magnificent breasts burst forth, bouncing with teenage firmness as they escaped the confines of her shirt. When Missy saw the other men show up her pounding heart stopped for a second. She realized things were far worse than she had already feared, and her darkest nightmare was about to come true. There was no mistaking the looks on the faces of the lecherous trio as they entered into the room, with all eyes on her struggling nubile body. The whole concept of being raped was an utterly unthinkable thing to her, and the growing reality of her situation was beginning to freeze her blood. With one of her hands stuck inside the silk noose, she clawed and grabbed wildly with her free one as the men moved in to molest her. Although Missy had had some rough lovers before this sleazy assault was more painful than anything she had experienced. Both her beautiful young boobs were being twisted and squeezed like the ripe mangos they resembled. Beyond all the physical pain, it was the searing humiliation of the ordeal that was hurting her the most. Men had always revered her body, but now they were using it like a slab of meat. She had always been in control but now that had been torn away like her flimsy shirt. Missy remembered a time she and some girlfriends had watched a porn movie during a sleepover. She saw how the girl in it was basically ravaged by a group of guys and she wondered how a woman could possibly handle that, let alone enjoy it. Now she found herself in that same situation, like a waking nightmare. Pushed to utter desperation Missy was prepared to willingly offer them all the delights of her body if only they would stop their brutal molestation.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

There's no use fighting Missy, Victor spoke quietly while continuing to manhandle the delicate mounds atop her chest. He released her nipples and let her breasts bounce enticingly back in place. A quick slap followed across each breast, the tips of his fingers flicking across her nipples. Now if I get Mark here to release his hold around that beautiful neck of yours, are you going to cooperate? Or are we going to have to bind your hands and feet together also? Maybe bend you over this desk and tie you up? His voice was deep and low and the look in his eyes told of how serious he was. Kyle came to stand beside Victor to block any direct route of escape. The door was still open and partially guarded by Steven's imposing figure. Out of all of them Steven seemed the most reluctant to engage directly in what was going on for the time being. His stomach was a little softer than the other's and it appeared he was the only one experiencing any discomfort at the moment. Mark's hold on the tie loosened but never quite gave Missy enough room to escape. It only allowed her breathing to come easier. What do you say Missy? You gonna be a good little cocktease and stop the teasing? His free hand pushed through her hair and relished in the silky texture of it as he awaited her answer. Mark and Victor held dark smiles on their faces while Kyle seemed over eager and Steven almost seemed more resigned than anything. No matter what look each had, their bodies were ready and willing to dip into the pleasures Missy's nubile young body could provide.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Every muscle in Missy's tight and toned physique was straining to the utmost. All the hours she had spend toning her perfect figure at the gym now backfired as it just made her more capable of taking abuse. Her supple tits stung from the slaps and the flicks, and she screwed her eyes up tight in pain. Hot tears still managed to break through as she struggled to make a sob through her constricted throat. The bright diamond set in her bellybutton flashed as her firm stomach rose and fell quickly from her exertions. Missy struggled to focus on the exact words being poured in her ear but she could certainly be sure of their evil. Even though a part of her sill tried to denied it, she now accepted she was going to be raped. Her stomach churned as she wished Daddy had never made her come here and that she had never met these creeps. She realized the best she could hope for now was to lessen the suffering somehow, and play along with her captors. If I do what they say everything will be fine, she told herself, wincing in disgust as she felt Mark's hand stroking through her hair. Forcing her emerald eyes open, she stared up at him through a tear-washed haze, pleading with imploring stares for him to stop throttling her. When he finally loosened the tie a little, Missy gulped down air and lowered her hands, grateful her pain had been lessened even just a little. P-pplease! she rasped. I...plzz..I...I'll do anything...I'll do anything you want! She could feel her heart beating so hard it felt like it would erupt from her chest. Do anything you want to me, just please stop hurting me! Please, stop strangling me!....oh god... Missy looked around like a crazed beast in a pit, surrounded by hunters. Her piercing sea-green gaze fixed again on Mark as she pleaded Oh god, I'm begging you, u-use... She had to take a deep breath before she could say the next words. I'm begging you, please use a condom...I-I don't want babies, please...there's some in my purse... Offering all she had to bargain with, she whimpered I'll be a good girl...I'll suck you all off, I'll do it good, I swear!
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Bits and pieces of Missy's pleading were chosen to be heard by Mark and Victor, who were obviously the ringleaders of the group. It brought chuckling from them both with Victor being the first to speak up, Sucking us all off is a good start, but don't think for a second it is going to end there. I have half a bottle of Viagra in my desk and I am willing to go all night with yourittle body. I may not be as young as these other guys, but I can ensure my cock is ready for service all night. Oh and I don't think you have a choice in whether we sheathe up or bareback that cunt of yours. I know I'm going to enjoy blasting a load deep into all your holes! A sadistic lecherous smile crossed Victor's face as he took a step back from Missy. Like Victor said, Mark started with a tug of the tie to ensure he had Missy's full attention, sucking our cocks is a great place to start. Not the best place though. First your going to give us all a little strip tease and then your going to crawl to each of us in turn and fish our cocks out. If you don't give it your all, we will simply force that throat of yours open. Trust me, your gonna want to do a real good job, especially on Steven over there. Rumors with the ladies is that it is hard to fit into their pussies, let alone down their throat. Mark unrolled his hand from the tie and released Missy. A few seconds at best was allowed for her to recover before he barked down at her again, Start stripping you little cocktease! Each of the men took a step back to give Missy room to start the show, except for Steven who remained in the doorway. Their eyes raked over her body with eager looks on their faces. Lust in each expression was undeniable, all of them wanted at Missy and even the quieter ones could not deny the animals that rose up in them. They were going to fuck her hard, use all her holes and if she was lucky by the end of that night, she wouldn't be sporting a baby bump when she returned to school. Maybe a new taste for getting fucked by a group of men, but no evidence that she had been and had no way of telling who the father was.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

The oozed threats and insults of the men were barely registering with Missy. It was still almost impossible for her to understand a situation where she was totally helpless. Slowly,in the depth of her egotistical bimbo mind, she was beginning to understand how bad things were. Part of her wanted to scream or to fight back, but she couldn't summon the courage. Instead she tugged at the noose around her neck, gingerly feeling the cruel welts it had left. O-ok, she said, trying to sound as calm as possible, as Mark order her to strip. Missy drew her trembling hands up to her shoulders, nervously glancing around the men. She had only ever been with two guys in her short life, now twice that many were going to see her naked. For all her posing and bluster she was really as terrified as a virgin on her wedding night. Swallowing hard and repeatedly, she slid the cotton blouse off and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were now fully exposed, as large and round as ripe melons, each with a bright pink nipple budding out from the almond skin. Although she was still in development to full womanhood, her chest was already something a porn star would envy - and completely natural, as their firmness proved. On her flawless tan there wasn't a pale line to be seen, evidence of her regular habit for nude sunbathing. All her many hours of gym, cheerleading and pampering were clearly evident. Sweat ran down her face in rivulets, her breath coming in short desperate gasps as panic washed through her. After a few moments hesitating she unzipped her skirt, eyes averted and facing downwards to try and avoid the searing looks of the men. It fell onto the shirt lying at her feet. Now she stood wearing only the tiniest of black g-strings, a small red heart embroided on the front. Missy was extremely careful in grooming and she was shaved as smooth as a marble statue. At the top of her inner thigh was a small yellow smiley face and the inscription Lucky You! - something she had only ever intended her most intimate lovers to see. She held her hands up instinctively, her quivering voice breaking as she spoke. I-I could make you all really rich, man...oh shit please god help me..I..I could make you all fucking millionaires if you just let me make a call right now.. Burning like bright green lights, her eyes raced around the men looking for some kind of sympathy. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she shook from adrenalin and fear. Please don't make me do this!
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

It may not have been much of a show put on by Missy but that didn't stop pulses from quickening or hands from lewdly rubbing against the mounds of cloth covered, engorged phalli. A dead man could get harder with the lack luster revealing of Missy's perfect body, her flawless tan telling much about some extra curricular habits she indulged in. Look at this little slut, Victor began, not a single fucking tan line. Does daddy know his little girl is prancing about naked at home? Probably trying to lure the pool boy to service her gash. More sickening laughter concluded Victor's insinuating words. Expectant looks flickered down to the last scrap of clothing to be removed, only to turn to disappointed expressions as Missy again tried to plead her way out. At least one member was having no part of Missy's request. Mark approached her from behind with an angry look in his eyes. Last time I let you use the phone, you tried calling for help. Do you really think we are dumb enough to give you a second chance? Fingers from both hands moved down her sides and to her hips where they hooked into the flimsy material of the g string. Besides, we don't want money. The length of his cloth covered erection pushed into the small of Missy's back, We want a taste of what has been teasing us this past month! A sharp pull created a tearing sound as Mark wrenched on the g string and tore it from Missy. Oops... Upwards his left hand travelled until his fingers pushed into Missy's hair. Mark clenched his han I to a fist and pulled her head back. Now how's about you give me a little kiss? In an instant his lips smashed into hers and his tongue pushed out to try and force it's way into her mouth. Mark's right hand moved around Missy to pull her body in close, his fingers pushing forcefully between her legs to rub at her bald pussy. They squirmed around until Missy's clit was found, thumb and index finger pressing against it and ready to squeeze if she tried to resist his tongue's entrance. Victor's assault on her breasts began again, his hands squeezing each perfect mound hard. Fuck I love these tits! I bet they would feel real nice wrapped around my cock! He grinned while watching Mark try to force a kiss from Missy. To help him out, Victor gave each firm globe a hard smack that sent her breasts wobbling and swaying back and forth. A red imprint could be seen forming where his hands struck before it was again covered by Victor's hands.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Missy's eyes burned like bright green lamps as they raced around the faces of her tormentors. Desperately she was looking for something that would help her, some sign of sympathy or mercy. But there was none and in fact the cold looks of the men just filled her with more fear. Their callous words and evil laughs make her stomach churn. She was trembling hard, her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. Sparkling sweat beaded on her beautiful young body, trickling down her breasts and belly. She wasn't really listening to what Mark was saying, but she could definitely feel the threat in it. She forced herself to remain still while his hands traced over her sides and she felt his rock-hard erection crushed against her back. But when his thumbs hooked inside her g-string she tried to grab his wrists and stop it. There was nothing she could do however as he tore the flimsy cloth away and left her completely exposed. It burned painfully across the soft slit of her pussy as it was ripped away. NO!!! NOOOO!!! she shrieked, trying futilely to hold back Mark's considerably stronger arms. The ease with which he overpowered her came as another chilling shock. Normally she loved the sensation of a hand through her hair, but this time it was as horrible feeling. When Mark plunged his tongue down her tongue she mad a muffled scream, trying pathetically to force him back. Something about him tasted really gross and made her want to retch. As he pressed her to him she made a choked wail as he slipped his fingers into the little oyster of her pussy. She was dry and tight as ever and his invading digits prodded painfully. Her firm, springy breasts had always been super-sensitive, and she had always enjoyed herself and and her lovers playing with them. The brutal assault they endured was like a perverted inversion of that. Everything she loved - showing her beautiful body off, teasing with it, playing with it - had been twisted into horror and humiliation. With nothing to back it up any more, her arrogance had disappeared completely and she was now desperate to please. As Mark pulled her head back - giving them a few moments for breath - she leaned into his ear and gasped P-please, stop, lemme suck you off, I'll do it so good...please... Her voice trailed off in a quivering whimper as Victor began molesting her again.