Office Bound (Mf bd sm nc)
The Bear
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Office Bound
It had been a long day at the office, and Wendy was tired. She
was usually one of the last ones to leave, and knew that nobody
would see if she just rested her head on the desk for a few
minutes. She leaned forward, and closed her eyes.
Wakefulness came slowly. It was dark in the office. She reached
for her desk lamp, and sat up. Or, at least she tried to. It
took her a few moments to figure out that something was wrapped
around her hand. She tried to stand, and was suddenly pulled
forward by both arms. There was cruel laughter in front of her,
and she realized that it wasn't dark. She had been blindfolded,
and her hands were being tied. She was sprawled across her large,
oak desk, her arms outstretched and tied to the far corners. She
struggled, anger filling her. Who would dare? Her rage was cut
short when her feet were suddenly pulled out from under her,
dropping her weight onto her stomach. She kicked, but to no
avail. In seconds, both of her ankles had been pulled outward to
the legs of her desk, and bound there. "Who's there? Let me go!
Stop this!", she cried. Only the same, cruel laugh answered her.
She heard her office chair being rolled away from behind her, and
felt rough hands hike her skirt up over her hips. She began to
scream.
"You get to be the boss all day long. Everybody does what you
want. But tonight, I'm the boss, and you do what I want", a
hoarse voice wispered in her ear. "Go ahead and scream. You had
your fancy office soundproofed, remember? Nobody can hear but me."
Wendy felt a rasping against her right thigh as the top drawer
on that side was pulled open. She heard someone rummaging
through, then felt cold metal against her skin. Snip, snip! Her
panties were gone, just like that, cut away with her own desk
scissors. She tried to draw her knees in, to protect herself from
the onslaught she knew was coming. To her surprise, the bonds on
her ankles were loosened, in response. She felt a strong arm slip
around her, lifting her hips off of the desk. Again, she heard
her office chair as it was rolled into position, the the jarring
thump as she was dropped back onto the desk. She tried kicking at
her assailant, but only succeded in banging her knee against
something, hard. She felt an uncomforatble lump directly under
her hips, and realized that it was the back of her chair. It had
been shoved under her to elevate her bare ass. Again, her legs
were secured, but this time her butt was thrust high into the air.
She knew that this would be an irresistable target.
"You like this?" her captor asked? There was a sudden, soft
impact across her upturned buttocks, as if she were being whipped
with a handful of shoelaces. Thwick-thwack, went the flicking
whip, striking first on the left, then the right. She felt her
skin turning hot beneath the soft torture, and found herself
squirming against her bonds again. She also felt her pussy
growing moist.
"No, please stop it.", she replied, trying not to moan her
response.
"Then maybe we try something else.", was the wisper in the
darkness of her blindfold. Then the motion of the wip shifted,
slapping upward between her splayed thighs, and striking home on
her mound of Venus. Again, it didn't hurt, but each swing slapped
into her exposed pussy, stinging her clit lightly. She felt her
pussy-lips parting from the attention as her clit slowly swelled.
Each successive stroke had more of her most tender flesh to work
on, and the more there was to work on, the more aroused she
became. In less than a minute she was oozing honey, and was
nearly ready to faint. Her breathing was coming in moaning gasps,
as the pussy-wipping drove her to the edge of sanity. She rolled
her hips in a frantic wriggle, trying to avoid the wip, but to no
avail. Just when she was about to scream with frustration, the
wipping stopped, and hard hands carressed her hot, red ass cheeks.
"You got such a nice, round ass.", the hoarse voice wispered.
"I been waiting to get my hands on your hot bottom. I know just
what you need."
Wendy felt strong hands on her exposed ass cheeks, spreading them
apart. When the tip of her captor's cock began to nudge against
her puckering asshole, she struggled even more, screaming "Noooo!
Not there. Please, not there."
"Ok, boss lady.", the wispering voice replied. "Where do you
want it. Name the spot, and ask me real nice."
Wendy caught her breath in panic. She felt the heat of his
cock-head as he slid it down and across the length of her dripping
slit, then back to her ass. Her twitching, spasming pussy was
screaming for attention, and all she had to do was ask. But she
couldn't. She couldn't ask to be raped. "Please don't make me do
this.", she begged.
"I got nine fuck-hungry inches, and they're goin' in. You pick
which hole, or I will. "
Wendy gasped as her tormentor pressed his honey-dipped knob
against her tight ass, her hole starting to stretch open under the
pressure. "Please, not there", was all she could say.
"Where!" her captor demanded, again pressing the question.
"My pussy", she wimpered.
"Louder!"
"My pussy. Fuck my pussy", she sobbed. "Please, please fuck my
pussy."
"You didn't say pretty please", her captor wispered as he drove
his shaft into her upturned ass.
Wendy gasped, more in shock than in pain, as her soft bottom was
violated by the intruding member. There was pain, but not as much
as she had expected. Even more unexpected was her body's reponse.
She started to come, the strange mixture of pain and pleasure,
fear and rapture taking her breath away.
She felt him withdraw his still-hard shaft, and again she heard
the wispering voice ask, "Where do you want it this time?".
"My pussy.", she replied at once. "Please, fuck my pussy. I
need it. Please." To her own amazement, this desperate plea was
half real. Even after getting off from the butt-fucking she had
already endured, she found herself wanting more. She wasn't
disappointed. The man really had nine inches, and he used them
all on her, driving his weapon into her sheath all the way to the
hilt. The angle that her bondage left her hips in had her clit
pressed between his pounding shaft and the fabric back of her
chair. She began to come again, a deep, satisfying orgasm that
reached from her pussy to the base of her soul. As the orgasm
receded, she felt another one begin, and then a third, each
stronger, more intense than the last. Finally, when she was about
to faint, she felt him stiffen, and explode inside her.
She felt a certain emptiness as he withdrew, leaving her gasping
and exhausted on the desk. She felt a tug on her wrist as the
rope was removed, but continued to lay there, unmoving. Finally,
she slid back off the desk, and maneuvered her sore bottom into a
chair. Raising her head, she removed the blindfold, and looked
around the room. Sitting in her guest chair was a man she
recognized as one of the company's drivers. She stared at him in
silence. Finally, she spoke: I'll send you to jail for this."
A soft laugh answered her. When he spoke, it was no longer in the
harsh wisper as he said, "No you won't. Because, like it or not,
that was the most intense thing you have ever felt. And if you
call the police, you'll never feel anything like that again."
Wendy realized that he was right. She hated him, for raping her,
and for being right. She hated what had happened, but wanted to
know that feeling again. Numbly, she sat back in her chair. "Get
the hell out of here, before I change my mind.
Smiling softly, the man got up to leave. "See you soon, boss-
lady".
Epilogue:
Wendy sat in stunned silence for nearly 15 minutes, the aftershock
of what had happened settling in. How had he known how she would
feel? That she would let him go?
Slowly the answer dawned on her. He had done this before. And
would do it again. To her. He had all but said so.
She had never known she could enjoy being tied up and helpless.
She wanted to enjoy that feeling again. But it didnąt have to be
with him.
Slowly, she reached for the phone, and dialed. łHello, police?˛
The End
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