Forced Sex in the Stockroom

She slid onto the edge of the desk in front of him, hiking up her skirt just enough to reveal the tops of her stockings.

“If you do a good job pleasing me, we might skip the police,” she said, parting her legs to expose herself.

Jake hesitated, then leaned in, his face brushing her warmth. She smelled faintly musky, but it didn’t bother him. His tongue explored her, tentative at first, then with growing confidence.

Back in the other room, Emma squirmed under the men’s leering stares, the humiliating video looping on the screen. Her skimpy outfit felt like a betrayal now, leaving nothing to their imagination.

“You little bitch,” one of them growled, undoing his pants and freeing himself. “Be sweet to us, and we might let this slide – but only if you’re real good. We can see you’re into it on that video. Prove it.”

She recoiled, but he stepped closer, his half-hard length dangling in front of her. “Look what I’ve got. It’s gonna get bigger – bigger than your buddy’s, too. Go on, touch it.”

Revulsion churned in her gut, but she forced herself to imagine Jake instead. Her hand closed around it, thick and pulsing. It disgusted her – the weight of it, the coarse hair on the man’s thighs – but he groaned, clearly thrilled by her touch. It swelled in her hand, monstrously large, and to her shame, a flicker of curiosity sparked within her.

Jake worked his tongue expertly, tracing and teasing the woman’s sensitive spots. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping his hair, guiding him deeper.

“Good boy,” she rasped. “Don’t forget the rest.”

He hesitated, then gave in, letting his tongue roam lower, circling her with a mix of reluctance and arousal. She moaned, rocking against him, her fingers sliding under her skirt to join his efforts.

Emma’s ordeal escalated as the second man approached, shedding his pants and groping her chest. “Nice rack,” he muttered, tugging her top over her head. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and to her horror, her body responded, nipples hardening under his touch.

“See? You like it,” the first man taunted, guiding her mouth toward him. She parted her lips, taking him in, her mind screaming as her body complied.

Jake’s face was slick with the woman’s release when she finally shuddered and pushed him back. “Pants off,” she ordered, her composure barely regained.

He stood, dripping and dazed, as she circled him. “I let you please me, and you’re not even hard?” She grabbed him roughly, then whispered, “Stay still. If you handle this, you might get out of here.”

She knelt behind him, her hands exploring, then probing. He tensed as her finger pushed inside, a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure washing over him.

Emma gagged as the men took turns, forcing themselves deeper, mocking her with every thrust. “Say you love it,” they demanded, and she choked out the words, tears stinging her eyes.

They flipped her onto the desk, one pinning her down while the other spread her legs. “She’s soaked,” he laughed, sliding into her. Shame burned through her, but her body betrayed her again, responding to their roughness.

Jake groaned as the woman’s fingers found a rhythm, pressing against something that sent jolts of ecstasy through him. He couldn’t hold back – a thick drop escaped him, and she snapped, “Catch it!”

Emma’s cries grew desperate as the men pushed her limits, their hands and bodies overwhelming her. “Beg for it,” they snarled, and she did, lost in a haze of humiliation and unwanted desire.

The woman straddled Jake’s prone form on a tarp, her stockings framing her as she loomed above. “Drink what I give you, and you’re free,” she said. A warm stream hit his hands, then his face, and he swallowed, the taste searing into his memory.

“Clean up and get out,” she said when it was over. “Stay away from Emma, or this video goes public.”

Emma collapsed, spent and sticky, as the men finished with her. One handed her a USB drive. “Take this. It’ll show you what your boyfriend’s really like. Go home and rethink your life.”

Jake fled without a backward glance. Emma stumbled out later, clutching the drive, alone.

In her office, the woman dialed a number. “Mr. Harris? It’s done. Emma’s ditching that loser and the drugs. She’ll turn things around – trust me.”

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