When Sharon finally stepped through the entrance of her home, she breathed a very deep sigh of relief. She leaned heavily back on the double-latched door, almost exhausted from the rush of feeling free. The house wasn't really very much – just a couple of small bedrooms, a living room, and kitchen – but right then it seemed like a mansion of security that she had been afraid that she might never reach.
It was after seven in the evening before Sharon had managed to get home since the wild sex action hadn't stopped, even when Alex Hazen had emptied his balls for the second time. Slowly, his cock had gone partially soft, but not completely limp, and he had dragged it out of her pussy to leave her slumped on the desk.
Olga Lentz, the office manager, hadn't been through, and she had continued to rub her pussy around Sharon's face and, for a minute or two, Sharon had thought that they were alone. But there was a strange clicking and whirring that would occasionally go on, so she knew that her boss was still in the room. What he was doing she didn't have the faintest idea, but Sharon had been far too busy with Olga's cunt mashed on her face to worry.
But finally, even Olga seemed to tire, and she climbed down from the table, taking her naked, bald pussy from Sharon's mouth. Then the office manager had dived her face into Sharon's juicy cunt and licked from one end of the slit to the other. The lewd sensations the velvety tongue caused in the young secretary's pussy made her clench her eyes shut and try to overlook what was going on.
Sharon imagined that it was a man busily eating out her cunthole, and the thought made things a bit less terrible. Maybe even strangely pleasant, Sharon thought as, once again, the clicking and whirring broke the silence.
Then it had been Alex Hazen's turn again, and he slapped his thick, partially swollen cock against her chin and cheeks. Finally, he forced the hot meat between her lips, the bulging shaft spreading her jaws open, and he fucked her mouth absent-mindedly, without much enthusiasm, and Sharon wondered why he even bothered. One more time, the clicks and whirs began sounding.
Then, strangely, they had let her up from the desk and left her, allowing her to get back into her clothes. Sharon pulled her garments on, nervously watching the doorway, afraid the pair of tormentors would return and attack her again. But when she peeked out of Alex's office, there was no one to be seen. It was only when she had picked up her purse and was scurrying toward the front door that Olga Lentz came out of her office. The last words that the office manager had said were that she would see Sharon in the morning at about, nine.
Fat chance of that, Sharon thought as she pushed herself through her front door a little later. She checked it to make sure that both locks were engaged, then she went in and took a bath and changed into a set of short babydoll pajamas. After fixing soup and a sandwich for her dinner, she sat in her favorite chair and stared at the flickering TV, wondering what she should do.
Should she call the police? Certainly she wasn't going back to work. The more she worried, the more uncertain she became.
There was a loud knock on her front door. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten-thirty. A bolt of sheer panic ran through her with the thought that it might be Alex and Olga. They knew where she lived and that she would be alone, and Sharon suddenly knew that she should have left town and run completely away.
The knock crashed again. Sharon pushed herself from her chair and edged across to the door on tiptoe. Please make them go away, she thought as she stared at the locks.
"Miss Jones?" a deep, masculine voice asked through the door. The knock sounded again. "If you're in there you need to open up, because I need to talk to you! Something has happened! This is the police!"
The police? Sharon's mind was in a whirl. Then her mind jumped to her parents, and she that figured something had gone wrong. It was the only reason policemen came knocking at your door so late at night. She reached over, pulled up the small metal cover of the peephole, and could see a tall man standing there solemnly dressed in a blue policeman's uniform.
"Just a minute!" Sharon cried and quickly sprang the locks. When she pulled the door open, the tall police officer stepped inside. In one of his hands, he held a manila envelope.
"I'm Officer Tomlin," the policeman said as he walked to the center of the living room. He pointed to the easy chair in which Sharon had been sitting. "Frank Tomlin. Now why don't you turn off the television and sit down, Miss Jones? I think it would be better that way."
Agonizingly, Sharon turned off the TV and sat down where the man had indicated. He towered over her – dark hair, strong features, and a muscular body upon which his tailored uniform fit like a glove.
"You better take a look at these first," he said, handing Sharon the envelope. "Then I'll tell you just how things are."
Confused about what the package could have to do with her parents, Sharon flicked open the flap and dumped the contents into her lap. It was a collection of pictures. There were six snapshots that had apparently been taken that afternoon in the office. In two of them, she was eating Olga's pussyhole, and in two others, she appeared to be sucking Alex's cock. He had actually been fucking her face, but there was nothing to reveal that in the photographs she held.
The final two pictures showed Olga eating Sharon's pussy, and the young secretary had a strangely dreamy smile on her face. Sharon knew that she had been blanking her mind and pretending it was a man's face between her legs, but, again, the photos made that truth a terrible lie. In all six of the pictures, she was clearly recognizable, leaving no doubt about what the clicks and whirring that afternoon had really been.
Suddenly she became very, very aware of how little clothing she had on, the hem of the gown barely covering the brief, filmy panties that were barely hiding her pussy and ass. She knew that her cunthair showed through the panties, and that her nipples showed through the gown.
She glanced up. The policeman had a tight, satisfied smile on his face.
"There's at least a dozen more," he said. "All of them easily recognizable. The way I make it, that's indecent exposure, coupled with prostitution, since the story is that you charged each of them fifty dollars. Add that to the theft charges over the two-hundred dollars you took and it's enough to send you to prison for a long, long time. And if that's not enough, we can probably stir it al'around and come up with some more charges."
"But I didn't do it!" Sharon cried. "They made me take off my clothes and then they raped me! I didn't charge them anything and I didn't take their money!"
"Maybe not," the policeman said, one hand on the shaft of his night stick. "But I'm a cop and I investigated it, and that's what I say happened. And my two good friends, Alex Hazen and Olga Letz, will testify to it all. And there's at least a couple girls in the office who heard your gasps and screams this afternoon and knew you were fucking your boss in the office. You haven't got a chance, bitch! It's either prison or being our nice, compliant sex slave!"
"You're with them in this thing!" Sharon gasped, suddenly realizing the truth. It stunned her that the trap she had first walked into that afternoon had suddenly become a hundred times more effective.
"Yeah," he laughed in confirmation. "And for you that's tough titty, like they always say."
Sharon tried to bolt. She couldn't go out of the front of the chair since he had moved in closer, so she tried to tumble over the arm. He caught her by the bottom of her gown and jerked her roughly back into the chair. She landed face-down across the chair as her body twisted, and Frank swept one of her arms expertly up behind her back. Hard, cold metal bit into the flesh of her wrist and a loud click echoed in the room, then he pulled her other arm back. The second wrist was captured quickly and painfully in the other ring of the handcuffs as her hands were locked behind her waist. Sharon struggled, trying to wiggle away as she kicked back with her feet.
"Add resisting arrest and striking police officer to your list of charges!" Frank shouted, then struck the back of her head with the heel of his hand.
Sharon's brain exploded in confused pain, and she was so dazed that she collapsed weakly across the arms of the chair.
"Help me!" Sharon cried, then shrieked as her hands were forced up between her shoulders.
"Scream all you want to, cunt," Frank said. "I'm the police. I'm all the help you're going to get!"
"Nooo!" Sharon groaned as the filmy bottom of her nightgown was ripped from her ass.
The material came away in shreds, leaving her ass and cunt completely bare. Large hands roughly shoved the hem of the gown up to her armpits. Then the hands jerked on the front of her hips, pulling her back until her feet hit the floor and her head crashed down onto the cushion of the chair. Her mouth bit at the material as tears of fright and humiliation poured from her eyes.
"Jeez, you do have a pretty ass," Frank Tomlin said as one of his hands rubbed over the skin or her hips. "Alex told me that the Goddamn thing was beautiful enough to fuck."
Sharon heard the jaws of a trap slam closed in her mind. A whole collection of rapists had moved in on her – her office manager, her boss, and now a cop. The sanctuary that she had thought her home offered had turned out to be nothing but a dream. There was no place she could run away to and hide from the terrible, lusty scene.
A thick, rough finger rammed into her dry pussyhole. It pulled painfully at the tender flesh as it fucked in. Sharon's cunt latched down onto the finger and squeezed it as her muscles tightened to force it out.
"That is a tiny pussy!" Frank gasped. "And Alex says your mouth's hot and tight! That means that asshole of yours must be a real cockwringer!"
Sharon jerked from the terrible spearing of her cunthole, and her wrists were cut by the edge of the cuffs. Frank kicked the insides of her heels, splaying her legs open even more. Then he pulled his finger out of her pussy and pushed down on the upper part of her back. The young secretary was pinned over the arm of the chair, her naked ass perched high. In such an unnatural position, she couldn't even try to wiggle away.
"We better get that fuckhole loosened up and some pussyjuice flowing," the sadistic policeman said. "I'll need that cuntcream later for my cock!"
Sharon heard the sound of wood on leather and trembled about what it might mean. She didn't have to wait too long to find out as the end of Frank's thick night stick bumped into the slit of her cunt. He moved it all up and down her pussyslit, then centered it on the mouth of her cunt.
Sharon began screaming even before he shoved the thick wooden shaft in, since she knew what it would do. With her cunthole dry and the inner walls collapsed, the club ripped her flesh as it fucked in.
"Aaeeiii!" she screamed as the shaft of wood fucked into her pussy. It felt like the flesh of her cuntlips and her clit were being pulled in with the club. It wasn't until almost four inches of the shaft were buried inside her that the friction gave way and stopped the tearing pain. Then the end of the stick fucked clear to the end of her cunthole, slamming against her bruised flesh.
"Noo!" Sharon groaned as pain spread through her guts. The bruised flesh at the end of her pussyhole was obscenely tender to the touch. And the touch was really a battering as Frank swirled the night stick around in her tight cunt. But the action did begin to churn up some pussyjuice.
"That's better!" the policeman shouted as he stared down at the night stick disappearing into the young woman's cunt.
He loved to watch the symbol of his power rape a tight pussy. The night stick was the next best thing to his prick in showing some little bitch who was boss.
"You are a whore, aren't you!" Frank hissed as Sharon's pussyjuices began to flow.
"No!" Sharon cried. "It hurts! I don't like it!"
"That's good," he said. "You ain't supposed to. Slaves haven't got any right to cum! You're going to do what we say! And the first thing you're going to do tomorrow morning is dress your naked ass in the shortest skirt you have and report to your office! If you don't show up for work in the morning, I'll have the police force track you down no matter where you go!"
Sharon moaned, her face buried in the cushion of the chair as the night stick continued to rape her cunt. With the slippery moisture of pussyjuice to glide on, the thick shaft was pistoning back and forth. Once again, Sharon felt completely betrayed by her body as it reacted to the terrible violation. She was shamed and abused enough without her own pussy acting like it was enjoying itself as the night stick fucked far up her cunt. She couldn't even see what was going on as her pussy flesh was abused.
Sharon was humiliated, debased and more than a little frightened by the evil scene. She was bound by handcuffs just like a common prostitute or criminal, and she was being threatened with prison. Even her wildest nightmares had never been as horrible as what was really happening, and she knew that there would be no escape.
"You got a swampy fuck pit now," Frank said, and backed away from the naked woman.
He left the night stick buried far up her pussy as he began to strip out of his uniform. His cock was already hard and jutting up from his groin. It was at least twice as thick as the night stick buried in her pussy.
Sharon gulped, trying to swallow down her shame. He had left her there, trapped with a shaft of wood jutting from her cunt. She heard his clothing fall away. Then the night stick began swirling painfully around in her cunt again as the evil policeman moved it with his hand.
"You like that, bitch?" he asked. "Well, I'm tired of it! It's time to grease up my cock!"
Sharon moaned.
When the night stick was pulled from her pussy, the officer quickly replaced it with his cock. Sharon yipped as his thick prick fucked in, spreading her pussyhole wide. And when the cockhead rammed against the tenderness of the back of her cunt, she cried out in pain.
The cock pistoned, fucking into her tight pussychute. The juices inside her cunthole washed over it, greasing the long, thick prick. Sharon thought she was in for another brutal fucking, and she was surprised when Frank yanked his prick from her pussy.
"Get ready for some ass-fucking!" he groaned. "My cock's got all the grease that it needs!"
His words were like daggers in Sharon's chest. They pierced and almost stopped her heart. The brutal man was talking about fucking her shithole, and she knew that her whole just wasn't big enough. His cock would tear and rip her guts to pieces, and the fear of it made her howl.
The young secretary's cries turned on Frank even more. What good is it to cornhole a shitter, he thought, if the bitch doesn't scream in pain. He used the fingers of one hand to spread the tormented woman's ass-crease, revealing the tiny pucker of her asshole. His prick throbbed and hardened even more as he pressed his cockhead against her shitter.
Brutally, he shoved the wrinkled skin of her asshole inside as he crammed his cockhead through her ass-ring. A crushing pressure gripped his cock right behind his swollen cockhead, making him gasp with pleasure. It was the tightest shitter he'd ever fucked his prick into and he was determined to make it swallow all of his meaty cock.
"Aaeeiii!" Sharon screamed as she felt her asshole ripping apart. It was just as if she had been speared by a cold metal spike that was going to rip through her guts. She would have never believed that, such pain could exist.
Frank grunted as he watched all of his long, thick cock disappear through the woman's tight shithole. There was nothing he liked better than cornholing a young virgin asshole, and Sharon's shitter had obviously never been fucked. Impaling her ass with his prick was even more fun than fucking her pussy.
"Nooo!" Sharon groaned. "It's killing me! It's ripping my ass to pieces! I can't stand it! Take your cock out of my guts!"
"It's just beginning, whore!" Frank cried as he began fucking her tight ass. "By the time you get fucked in the ass a hundred times by me and others, you'll beg for someone to ram cock up your shitter!"
The tortured young secretary collapsed loosely across the arm of the chair. Every muscle seemed to go limp, battered into submission by the hard cock raping her ass. Before long, even her ass-ring gave up the fight and stretched enough to lessen the pain. Then the policeman's cock was gliding in and out of her tight asshole as if it had been meant to be fucked.
"Oh shit, this is good cornholing!" Frank exclaimed as his balls began tightening between his legs.
He could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, getting ready to blast into the woman's shitchute. His prickshaft swelled even more. Then his spine burned and his balls gripped, and cum exploded from the end of his prick far up into Sharon's raped asshole.
Sharon felt the heat of his jism splash into the depths of her shitter, and it seemed to spread fire through her cunt. Horrible pain was mixed with bolts of some other sensation, and the combination rocked her body and mind. If she had been fucking with a cock up her curt, she would have sworn she was starting to cum. But that was clearly impossible, she thought as pussyjuices ran hot and thick down her legs. She sobbed, then her whole body was ripped by a violent explosion that began somewhere down near her pouting pussy and speared asshole and spread upward to jolt her mind.