Authors: Theresa Taylor
Once more humiliation ripped through Lena. She had used her name! Now
all vestige of anonymity was gone. She was Lena. She was naked. She was
available to be fucked just as the words written in red lipstick across her
breasts and belly declared.
“Aren’t you Lena?” Megan asked brusquely, repeating her name again.
Again Lena felt powerless. Her stare of betrayal seemed to have no
impact on Megan and seemingly spoken from somewhere far away Lena heard the
word came from her mouth again.
“Yes.” She said faintly.
Megan stripped the tape that bound Lena’s hands.
“Show them how ready you are then Lena.” Megan accentuated her name as
if knowing that she was stripping away any vestige of hope that Lena had of
maintaining any esteem “Demonstrate how ready you are.”
Lena was in a distant place now, her mind fired by a strange euphoria
as if she was not really there yet enthralled by every second of her shameful
humiliation. Her hand reached down and she pressed her fingers between the
swollen lips and pushed them once more into herself. Again the sound of her
arousal was audible even out there in the open air. Lena closed her eyes and
hung her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Megan handed the end of the leash to Pony Tail. Apprehensively, almost
with stunned disbelief, he took it from her. She walked away, gathered up the cans
of beer with a sweeping movement and summoned the other girls to follow her.
They walked away to the other side of the park where there was a bench. Lena
watched them go, fading gradually into the darkness until she could only just
make out the feint silhouettes of her friends as they shared out the cans of
beer on the bench.
The men stood still while they watched the girls leave, still in
stunned disbelieving silence. Lena was
now on her own
.
Naked and abandoned by her friends, left at the mercy of four men whom she did
not know.
Tentatively the man holding the leash gave it a jerk. Lena
instinctively went to him. He grinned a widely and a ripple of nervous laughter
emanated from the others. She looked up at the man, taller, more powerful than
her and then Lena had what she would later tell herself was revelation. It was
almost inspiration. She knew she wanted this. Her body was alive, her sex
gushed and her juices flooded down her thighs. She loved this. Loved the
feeling it gave her. She was ashamed, disgusted with herself. She felt like a
whore. She looked like one. Worse, she wasn’t even doing it for money. She was
like a lowly slut getting what she deserved. She told herself that she had
no choice
. She was theirs. Abandoned by her friends
and so cheaply! For a few cans of beer! Lena turned around, bent forward
putting her hands on her knees, opened her legs as wide as she could and
offered herself to the man.
“Now, there’s a good girl” he said.
She heard a zip lowering and then a belt unbuckle and then a rough and
powerful pair of hands took hold of her hips. The cool night air swam around
her body and then the hot thick head of his penis pushed against her. She
felt him drive deep into her and then he was fucking her, his cock large,
pulsing and hard. She glanced across to where Megan and the girls sat on the
bench and she was sure that she saw one of the girls raise a can in salute to
her.
Suddenly and almost unexpectedly the man came; jetting his cum into
her. He withdrew and after a moment of fumbling was replaced by another. The
second man was obviously very aroused and was coming within seconds of entering
her. It seemed that he managed only a few strokes into her now flooding cunt
before he grunted loudly drove his cock deep into her and added to the mixture
of fluids increasing within her. He withdrew quickly, walked around in front of
her and taking her by the chin demanded that she clean him. She took his cock
in her mouth and sucked longingly tasting the mixture of cum and her own juices
that flavoured his semi-flaccid manhood.
Lena knew there were still two to come.
Two more men
to use her, to enjoy her.
Now the third came and pulling her upright he
turned her and pressed his hands down on her shoulders forcing her to sit on
the ground and then pushed her onto her back. He stood over her for a moment
cock in hand working himself fully erect. She spread her legs wide again for
him and he knelt between them. Looking up she saw the others stood around
watching.
Looking at her, exposed and wanton.
She was
centre of attention. He slid into her, bigger and wider than those who went
before. He pushed into her and fucked her with short hard strokes that made her
grunt with each thrust. She felt her orgasm rising in her; she wanted to scream
out but knew she couldn’t. It added to her sense of submission. She bit her
bottom lip and thrust her hips forward to meet him trying to take as much of
him as she could. His pubic bone crushed against her clitoris and suddenly she
was looking up at the stars in the sky and they were exploding and swimming
around before her eyes and somewhere off in the distance she heard a strange
noise. Slowly to her utter horror she realised she was screaming. Out there in
the open; her orgasm sweeping through her and the sound of her
pleasure echoing
across the open parkland.
The man withdrew from her and stood, holding his cock again in his
hand. Bemused for a moment she watched him, unsure what was happening as he
continue to stroke his cock. She watched as he closed his eyes and tipped his
head back before suddenly exploding a jet of cum across her body.
Without time for her to take a breath his place was taken by the fourth
man. He took her roughly under the arm and turned her over on to her front. His
hands took hold of her buttocks and lifted her until she was on all fours.
Like
a dog
, she thought.
Nothing but a cheap, common, slut
.
Still catching her breath she at once was gripped by panic. He was holding her
buttocks apart and a finger was probing at her anus.
“No, please!” She said “Not there!”
She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her
back. She cried out and looked up in search of her friends. They were watching,
perhaps, but showed no sign of recognising her distress. The swollen head of
his cock probed at her and she tensed, repelling him. He was insistent and
pushed again with more force this time against her tight puckered hole. She
resisted but to no avail, the next time he thrust she felt the burning
sensation of her sphincter being stretched and then his thick throbbing cock
pushed into her. She let out another loud cry, more animal this time but her
friends remained where they were. His manhood filled her and his eased strokes
took up a rhythm within her. And then her distress turned to pleasure. Again
she was amazed by her own reaction. She was absorbed by it. She imagined
herself as if she was amongst the group of men around her watching. What did
she look like?
A poor wretch of a slut being fucked up the
arse.
Again, uncontrollably she was consumed with orgasm and this time
felt
the
mans
cock twitching
inside her and his hot cum spraying the walls of her anus. She felt herself
writhing against the lush grass, its blades damp and tickling her naked body.
She was engulfed by the sensation of her cunt feeling empty while the large
cock filled her anus, twitched and spurting as his deep laboured breath sounded
in the still night air and his fingers dug deep into her hips.
Finally he withdrew. They rolled her over again on to her back. She was
exhausted and
lay
passively as they stood over her. As
a group they had their cocks in their hands again and they masturbated until
they shot
their cum
over her one more time. She felt
the patter of the thick globules spatter down on her naked dirty body as each
came moments apart. Sated of lust and suddenly brought back to the reality of
the situation they suddenly sped off into the darkness across the park and out
of the gated entrance to the bright lights of the road beyond.
Slowly Lena struggled to her feet. She saw her friends still sat on the
bench and walked gingerly over to them.
“Ah!
there
you are.” Megan said. “My! What a
state you are! Let’s get you home my girl.” And then as a final insult she
added “My! That beer was worth it.” She took hold of the leash again and she
led them all home in the darkness around the edge of the park keeping amongst
the trees.
Back at the house Megan insisted on taking photos of Lena before
ending her ordeal. She made her stand legs spread, streaks of cum and juices
trickling down the inside of her thighs. Her body was smeared with grass stains
and dirt, the writing across her breasts smudged now, her torso streaked with
cum. She made Lena bend and squat so that she could photograph
the cum
as it seeped from her anus. The other girls all
looked on somewhat disturbed by Megan’s continued abuse of Lena. Yet Lena never
once complained. Finally Megan downloaded the pictures on to her computer and
printed off sets for everyone to take home.
“The final humiliation!”
Megan announced
proudly ."
I may even post them on the internet.”
At last she allowed Lena to bathe and dress.
“So” Megan asked later passing Lena a neat vodka
.“
How
does humiliation feel?”
“You’re a fucking bitch Megan!” Lena said and then lowering her voice
and leaning close to Megan she whispered “I’ve never felt so horny in all my
life.”
It was a great start to the day. She was late and the car park was
full. She drove around twice until she finally decided the take a chance and
park in one of the director’s stalls. If it was still empty now then the
likely-hood was he would be away at some conference or meeting;
or on the
golf course
, she thought cynically. The traffic had been a bitch but
she would have been late anyway. Ever since last night when she had struggled
to get the Carson Account to add up everything seemed to be going to shit.
She’d had to make a call to
Carsons
accountant, trying not to give too much away, but couldn’t get to the bottom of
it. She was up until three in the morning trying to make sense of the figures
until she finally decided she must have left some papers at her desk that would
explain the anomaly. The late night to bed, or rather early morning, saw her
snooze the alarm not once but three times and by the time she dragged herself
out of bed she was already heading for a late arrival. As she pulled on the
handbrake she had the door open already and slid quickly out of the car.
Grabbing her briefcase from the passenger side
footwell
she dashed across to the elevator and rode up to reception. She hastily signed
in with old George on the desk and managed to grab the same elevator again
before it had been summoned away and took it up to the 12
th
.
Using the elevator mirror she managed to tidy her hair and straighten
her jacket while easing down her breathing to a more regular rhythm. That was
one of the good things about being
late,
you got the
elevator to yourself. She took advantage to touch up her lipstick as it passed
the 9
th
floor and as it eased to a halt on the 12
th
and
the doors slid open, she felt neat and presentable once more.
She was met with a multitude of scornful glances from the other girls
on the floor as she made her way to her desk.
“I know!” She whispered several times as she passed her colleagues. “I know!”
She threw her jacket over the back of the chair and settled down to
check through the content of her desk draws with one hand while she pulled out
the Carson files from her briefcase with the other. The only trouble was the
Carson files weren’t there. Not just the one’s in the draw, not that she was
certain that she had even left any there anyway, but not even the one’s she had
put in her briefcase this morning. But she hadn’t had she.
Stupid bitch!
She scolded herself.
You didn’t put them in the briefcase did you?
She
suddenly remembered grabbing the files off the table, picking up her briefcase
as she dashed out of the apartment and when she got to her car she threw the
files on the back seat and pushed the briefcase down in front of the passenger
seat. She groaned out loud and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. She felt
like banging her head against the desk but knew she had already attracted
enough attention to herself.
Sure enough when she opened her eyes Christine Lewis, her line manager
was stood beside her, a frown stitched across her forehead and her lips pursed.
“A problem Samantha?”
“Yes, ah no!
I left some files in my car.”
“In your haste to make a prompt arrival I suppose?” the retort came
quickly.
“Yes, I know! I’m sorry.” Samantha attempted a
‘silly me’
smile
but it looked like a grimace.
“Get it sorted!” Christine snapped as she swept away and began to
patrol the floor.
Dyke
! Samantha spat back the insult inside her head but kept her
lips tightly pressed together.
She snatched up her car keys and was about to head back towards the
elevator when Eleanor from procurement arrived and started to tell her all
about her date the night before. Samantha tried to excuse herself several times
to no avail and finally flopped back down into her chair to hear out the rest
of the saga. Finally Eleanor wrapped up the tale of woe with a brief bit of
gossip concerning the attempts of one of the guys in sales to hit on her and
then slid off with a giggle. Just as she did so Samantha’s desk ‘phone rang.
For a few moments she simply stared at unusual the number on the display. 1550
-
an
internal number. But the 15
th
floor
was where the directors were. Why would she be getting a call from the 15
th
?
She tried to work out whose number 1550 might be but she had no idea. Finally
she answered; the
apprehension clear
in her voice.