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PIA MEETS THE NEW BOSS

An occasional series featuring Pia the office slut

Nobody really knew who hired Pia. Nobody even knew what Pia’s role was, but she was there every day, as if she was just meant to be there. Since she started, however, the company’s fortunes had improved significantly. Sales and profits were up and staff morale, usually a real problem, was absolutely sky-high.

The rumours were true. Their manager had been promoted and the office would be run by somebody new. Pia received an email late on Friday.

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i'm not exactly sure how i got into this position. im told i am being punished...although i dont get why. that seems to be how this goes through. i guess thats probably why i keep end up getting punished. i dont question him though. i am here for a reason. he stands over me, looking down at me. i cant see him but i can sense him there. looking down at the tight duct tape digging into my skin. he tells me its my fault im in this position, and by now i have accepted it is always my fault. i will be used as nothing more then a fuck toy. he lowers himself down, and i can feel his half erect cock placed in the palm of my hand. i know the drill by now, im expected to make him rock hard.

i close my hand around his cock, and i do my best to stroke it. you must be thinking, that's gotta be hard while you hands are duct taped behind your back. youd be right about that! his hand comes hard across the cheek of my ass, unpleased with the progress im making. my hand only able to twitch, the duct tape pulling tighter into my wrists as i desperately try to stroke his cock. im not exactly sure if it was because of my work, or the site of me desperately squirming and trying but i can feel his cock getting harder. then again without notice, another hard slam to my ass. ok, i think its my squirming thats getting him going. i let out a grunt that is muffled by my mouth gag, and again i can feel his cock growing harder. i can start to feel the veins bulging out. i can here his breathing becoming more primal. he is fully invested in the situation. seeing me less and less as a struggling person trying to please him, but more like a wounded prey and he is the predator. its time for him to leap into action.

his cock is pulled out of my hands, and just a moment later his full fledged rock hard cock is forced into my asshole that is presented to him in my position. no lube, just straight in. his massive cock pushes in, stretching my asshole to accommodate itself. i ball my hands into fists, my arms tightening up, putting pressure into my rope bonds while i whimper into the tape on my mouth. my entire body is tensing up, force any duct tape that is applied to my body to meet the resistance of muscles. my muscles stand no chance against the bonds. his cock pushes deeper into me, i can feel my inner walls hugged around it, being stretched. my body rocks against the bed. his hand placed on my back keeping me in place. he has reached as far as he can into me. now the thrusting back and forth. pulling out, then forced in harder the time before. my body is being pushed into the side of the bed. the duct tape digging into my cheeks, stomping any amount of grunting and whimper i attempt to get out.

at this point, theres nothing i can do but accept it. his repeated thrusting getting faster and harder. his hand no longer on my back, but coiled in my hair pulling my back. his breathing is at a rapid pace, with every breath a grunt followed behind it. he sounds like an animal behind me. in a state of pure male domination. my asshole feels like its being torn apart. with as much pain as there is, there is the same amount of pleasure. the pain is pleasure. torn between the need to scream in pain and to moan with pleasure. only a dirty whore would enjoy this. thats what i am. i want him to fuck me harder, if thats even possible. i want to get to my limit and push past it. i want to take it even further into me. god i love this. i need this kind of fucking. i want to feel his control and dominance over me. did he get even bigger?? oh god yes. yes. oh fuck its even deeper now. the pain. the pleasure. i-wait! his cock is straining. i can feel it. oh god he is about to cum. but i need more! i cant cum from just anal...and then the feeling of his cock exploding deep into me. that warmth of his juices coating me on the inside. the loud roar like groan coming from behind me and then...its over. he pulls out. ughh! if only he could have lasted a little longer. i need this. maybe ill make sure to get myself in this situation again so he can try again...

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Hogtiedwhore Gets Blackmailed (Part 3)

co-writer @lockemeup

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The hour was finally up. I had been there tied in a blindfolded strappado position with electrical pads and plugs in delivering shocks every time I lowered my hands. It was an hour of hell for me, but it was finally over…I hoped. Deep down though, I know they're going to leave me to suffer a while longer, and sure enough they do. About 15 minutes past the hour I hear the door swing open again. "Well well well, look at the little slut. Is that sweat dripping off your nose?" Your owner gently wipes a bead of sweat off my face, then grabs my hair and wrenches my head back.

When he does, my arms uncontrollably pull on the hook, sending more electricity through me, but I can't lift my arms enough to turn it off. I desperately try to hold my arms up high enough but i cant quite get there. I can also smell that they've been enjoying a few drinks all while I suffered in this room by myself. I'm screaming in pain, my entire body squirming and wiggling. "mmmmpphhhh! mmpphhhhhh!!!" I'm fighting as hard as I can but I can't get it to stop. I'm pleading through my screams to make it stop. The blackmailer pulls the blindfold off of me as I shriek into my thick gag from the shocks. My owner is looking down at me with a look that’s more sadistic than usual. “You want to fuck the whore’s mouth? I think we should take her from both ends for a while before storing her away for the night. Be a shame to have her dressed like a slut and not get fucked like one.”

“Fuck yeah,” the blackmailer says. “I’ve got just the gag to help out with that.” Mercifully, the electro shuts off. My owner still has your my pulled back, and my shoulders are on fire! He unwraps the tape around my mouth and pulls the panties out, while the blackmailer fishes around for another gag. I let out a huge breath of air as I spit the panties out. I'm exhausted. My chest pumping in and out. The adrenaline in my body is through the roof and with the gag out I begin to beg "Please…my arms hurt so bad. Everything hurts. Please. I'm so sorry sir. Please go easy on me!" I say with my head still ached back by my hair.

“No way we’re going easy on you slut. And for speaking without permission, we’ll add some clamps to your nipples for this next part.” My owner takes a leather a metal gag and shoves it in my mouth. Straps go around my head and buckle on tight. Then, distressingly, he ratchets the metal bit in my mouth, slowly opening my jaw against my will until it’s wide open. I groan with the metal gag shoved into my mouth. I'm trying to plead with my eyes to my owner, but I can tell its useless. There's nothing I can do. I can only accept what is happening. He then goes to the wall and grabs a set of nasty looking clamps. As he comes back to me, I feel the blackmailer quickly tying some rope into my hair, pulling my head back, then tying that off to my wrists, forcing me to keep my mouth in perfect position to be fucked. Meanwhile, my owner has pulled the latex dress down, just exposing my tits, and slowly biting the clamps onto one nipple, then the other, smirking into my pleading eyes as he does so. He knows I hate clamps. Which makes this all the more enjoyable for him.

“Alright go for it buddy, I’m gonna take her from behind.” The blackmailer comes around in front of me, unzipping his pants and pulling his thick, hard cock out right in front of me. At the same time, I feel my owner, pull the dress up to expose my ass, then roughly rips my tights open. As his cock is rammed into my open, drooling mouth, the plug in my pussy is taken out, though not the one in my ass. My reaction to the cock in my mouth is to suck, but the open gag preventing me to be able to. It doesn't matter though, as he forcefully fucks my mouth. Making me gag and drool. At the same time I feel the plug yanked out of my pussy, and my owners cock begins to penatrate me. All I can do is take the double team attack of cocks. I look up at my blackmailer, head bouncing back and forth. My tits bouncing up and down, I can feel the clamps tugging on my nipples. I'm groaning in pain, but I'm loving it at the same time. Looking up at him with my weak eyes, staring into his eyes. Feeling like such an object. I don't feel like a person but a fucktoy. Used in the only way they found a worth for me, like a dirty pathetic whore.

As they ream me from both ends, my owner smacks my ass and the blackmailer gives me some slaps in the face. After a while, a load fills my mouth, and he grabs the back of my head, ensuring that I swallow it like a good slut. He pulls out, leaving drool to spill out of my mouth as my owner grabs my hips, shudders and shoots his own seed inside me. After he pulls out, he stuffs another plug in my cunt, sealing it inside.

At long last, they release my arms, letting me stand upright. As the blood rushes back, pain and relief simultaneously flood through me. "You're on your way to earning my trust back, whore. But still a ways to go. We're going to strip you and get you ready for the evening now. Remember, you give us an ounce of trouble, and you'll have to endure full electro all night."

"Yes sir" I say back to him, direct as I can be to show him I will do as he says. The fear of the electros is enough to make me comply. I stand there naked, still recovering from the nipple clamps sting but notice the pads and plugs are still in. I don't dare question it and wait to see what happens. They set about undoing my ropes, taking out my gag, stripping off my dress, tights and boots. The clamps come off, once again setting fire to my nipples, but they leave the electro pads and plugs on and in.

My two captors begin to encase me in plastic wrap. Each arm and leg wrapped individually, then a full wrap around my whole body. I am forced to accept all the wrap being wrapped around me. I don't want to make this worse for myself. They leave my head exposed for now. Foam padding is placed between my knees and ankles, and at my elbows and wrists under the plastic. They also put a large stress ball in each of my hands and wrap those up. Already I'm barely able to move, standing upright, arms at my side and legs together. The foam is comfortable, but it also has the effect of further limiting my movement. The blackmailer gets numerous roles of black, shiny tape out, and starts encircling my body, starting at my midsection. At the same time, my owner buckles a leather muzzle on my head, and chains that up to a hook in the ceiling, holding me in place. The muzzle slips over my head, locking in a ballgag into my mouth. My eyes keep wandering down, watching my body encased more and more.

“You’re going into storage for the night, my little slut. Better get comfortable.” Once my head is secured, my owner joins in on the tape job, and before long, I'm covered from neck to ankle in the stretchy electrical tape. They did a good job of distributing the pressure evenly, so it doesn’t cut off circulation, but my limbs now feel like they’re welded to my body. As each minute goes by, I feel myself lose more and more mobility. My body being molded into just one piece. My limbs pulled tight against my body. A slight pressure all over me, like gravity pulling inwards. I try to glance up and see the chains by my head is held almost perfectly without movement. Storage over night like this?? Inside I'm panicking. I can't imagine being restricted like this overnight! I don't say anything but my eyes are pleading for this to be over. Regret coming over me for this night. The only sounds coming from is my breathing, and slight groanings coming from underneath the gag.

Startlingly, the blackmailer opens a panel in the wall across from me, and a padded platform slides out like a drawer. I notice it’s person-sized, and has metal rings lining both sides. They unhook the muzzle from the ceiling, hoist me up, carry me to the platform, and lay me down. I notice they’ve left the wires for your pads and plugs dangling out of my cocoon. The blackmailer plugs them into leads that are built into the board as my owner gathers up the rope that had been used on me not long before.

The rope is crisscrossed over me, pulled into the rings and cinched tight, until all I can move is my feet and my head. “Now, you’ll be in here until the morning, whore. If you’re lucky, you’ll be let out then, but you may spend tomorrow like this as well. All that electro may or may not randomly go off throughout the night too, but that’s up to the program. Even we don’t know when or if it will zap you, so you may not be getting much sleep.”

My owner attaches a clip to my muzzle, then hooks that to another ring at the top of the board, severely limiting my ability to even move my head. He stands over me, looking down with a smirk. Bending down, putting his face right up to mine, he says in a soft voice, “Oh one more thing. Me and him? We’ve known each other for a while. Yeah, the whole thing was a setup, you dumb cunt. The fact that you fell for it, hook line and sinker has been the best part. And means that you deserve every bit of punishment you’re going to get this weekend. Sleep tight! Or not.”

My eyes open wide. WHAT?! They know each other?! I begin to viscously stir in my restraints. Pulling desperately hard, but not able to make any progress. I'm completely sealed with no hope for escape. I feel so...used. More so then normal. Completely mind fucked and manipulated he would put me through this. After a moment of hopeless struggling, I stop and exhale. I admit my defeat. A feeling I am used to by now with him. Even after everything he puts me through, I gladly worship him and will always accept my defeat. He pushes me into the wall, and then shuts the door, sealing me in darkness, until the morning.

END

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Slaves of Mistress Lori

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In the following story, I have tagged @tiffanys-mine , @hogtiedwhore2 , @jemmasuk, @kellylatex , @boundkitti and @luckylittlelana . If any of my followers (and even if you don’t) would like to be the subject of one of my dark, erotic fiction (bdsm, enslavement, kidnapping, rape) or if you’re a guy who would like a story written about their wife/girlfriend or ex wife/gf message me either in my dm or inbox. Also if you’d like to role play and eventually have it as one of my stories, also message me

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It was 6AM. Kitti and Lana were tied up facing each other on the bed. They were squirted with water pistols by their fellow subs Jemma and Taylor. All four of them were subs of Mistress Lori, four of six subs owned by her. The other two were Kelly and Tiffany, who had been with Mistress Lori for some time. Jemma and Taylor who were both bratty subs untied Kitti and Lana, who were Mistress Lori’s newest subs, and dressed them in black rubber maid outfits and ballet boots and fettered their ankles, just enough slack so they would be able to walk around placed leather restraint around their wrists, held together by a chain. They were ordered by Jemma and Taylor to cook breakfast. Those two ate breakfast while Kitti and Lana were maid to eat from dog from the floor eating with their mouth like bitches.

Jemma was 30 years old 5’8” athletic with big tits and long blonde hair and statuesque legs. Taylor was 32, medium height and build with long blonde hair and a generous amount of pink mixed in. Sort of looks like Anna and Elsa from Frozen. Kitti 25, Asian, 5’3”, 120 lbs and long dark hair Lana was medium height and slim with pale skin and long brown hair.

After they were done with breakfast Jemma and Taylor brought Kitti and Lana down to the bdsm dungeon. It was a fully equipped dungeon with a spanking bench, a pillory, a St Andrew’s Cross, a rack suspension pulleys for suspension bondage, a rack and an assortment of instruments of punishment and different restraints, ball gags, blindfolds.

Kitti was strapped to the punishment bench, usually used as fucking bench. Lana was locked up in the pillory. Then they were both ball gagged. Mistress Lori and Tiffany were away for the night so they weren’t excepting them back until later in the day.

Jemma was dressed in black lingerie with thong panties with sheer stockings with suspenders and stiletto black strappy open toed heels. Taylor was dressed in a similar outfit except she was wearing black leather stiletto heeled boots. Both Kitti and Lana were ball gagged. First they were flogged by Jemma and Taylor to warm them up. Then a paddle and a riding crop. Finally Jemma and Taylor broke out wooden canes. They started wacking their captives mercilessly causing them to cry and scream. Their asses were decorated with stripes. Then Jemma and Taylor put on strap on dildos. They made them suck their cocks;

“This is going up your ass so unless you want to be fucked dry, you sluts better suck it good!!” Jemma reminded them.

After making them suck their cocks, Jemma began fucking Kitti up the ass and Taylor did likewise with Lana. Suddenly, Mistress Lori came into the room and looked at Jemma and Taylor. She was not very happy.

“What the fuck do you think you bitches are doing!!!? Grabbing both of her slaves by the hair.

Mistress Lori was 37, about 5’9” (though she usually wore heels to make her taller) with an athletic build and long red hair. She was dressed in a black leather bodysuit, black elbow length opera gloves and black leather over the knee stiletto heeled boots.

Mistress Lori released Kitti and Lana from their bondage and placed Jemma and Taylor in uncomfortable bondage with their arms suspended from the ceiling with the other end of the rope attached to each other’s crotch. Their leg were spread and they were mercilessly flogged and whipped. After about an hour, both cunts were placed in suspension bondage hung like pieces of meat where both were caned. Finally Jemma was strapped to the punishment bench and Taylor was locked in the pillory. Both fucktoys were fucked dry with a strap on in their asses.

When she was finished, she went to her bedroom where she met Tiffany for a strap on session. Tiffany was 36 years old, of Japanese descent, like her Mistress she was 5’9” and slim with long dark hair. Tiffany had been with Mistress Lori forever. Since the Mistress had acquired new slaves, Tiffany was concerned Mistress Lori was forgetting about her. One of the reasons they went for a romantic overnight together. Tiffany was dressed in red lingerie with no panties, fishnet stockings with suspenders and black strappy open toed stiletto heels.

Tiffany was strapped to a behavioral bench in the Mistresses room and Mistress began fucking her sub up the cunt with a strap on for about an hour fucking her hard as Tiffany came several times. Then the mistress ordered Tiffany to place the cock in her mouth.

“Taste your pussy slut!!! Mistress Lori demanded

Then the Mistress, Tiffany, Kitti and Lana had dinner together with Kelly as their maid

Kelly was 48 years old, 5’7” slim with 36C tits, a big ass, thick thighs and long brown hair. She was dressed in a black latex suit, a black latex hood and black ballet boots.

Before going to bed, Mistress Lori went down to the dungeon and placed Jemma and Taylor both i in a tight rope hogtie. She then put pads on their bodies hooked up to a computer. Then she inserted vibrators in their cunts also connected to the same computer. She then allowed Jemma and Taylor to kiss each other good night as they tongued each other. She then placed combination ball gags and blindfolds on both sluts then she informed them;

“These vibrators are connected to a computer program. Every time you’re about to orgasm the vibrators will shut off!!”

Which they did. About a minute later, the vibrators restarted.

“Oh!! When the computer senses you have calmed down, the vibrators will restart! And it will continue all night! I would tell you to sleep well but I don’t think that’s gonna happen heh heh heh!!!!”

Jemma and Taylor began what would be a night of sleep deprivation

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The End

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PIA TO THE RESCUE

An occasional series featuring Pia the office slut

James from accounts had been talking all day about his date tonight. He was a little nervous, but still looking forward to it. His date was a friend of a friend, she’s super hot, and he’d hoped it would lead to some sexy fun!

The office gossip network never failed Pia, and she heard about James’s date just as she left the office for the day.

Once home, alone in her kitchen, Pia sent a message to James.

‘Hey! Good luck tonight. I hope she’s everything you want!’ ...... ‘Me too Pia. I’m kinda nervous though. What if she doesn’t like me?’

...... ‘She said yes to a date - of course she likes you, dummy!!’ ...... ‘Hmm, maybe you’re right...’

Pia sensed James’s anxiety. ‘Ok, look, if it doesn’t go according to plan, if she won’t take care of your needs, I’m here for you, just like I am at the office.’

It’s easy to imagine that James would consider ditching his date for a sure thing with Pia. Somehow though, James took Pia’s encouragement as it was intended and he did his best to enjoy the date in the hope of taking her home.

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Pia’s Home Screen lit up with a message from James.

:( ...... ‘Darling are you ok?’ ...... ‘We had a great night, so much fun, she’s great. But she has an early start tomorrow so she kissed me goodnight and I called her an Uber.’

Pia lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and took a selfie. Alongside her pussy, Pia captured her beaming smile and an exaggerated wink. She sent the photo over to James.

James ordered an Uber. Somehow he just knew where to go. Pia never sent her address, he just.... knew. ⸺

Pia’s doorbell rang. She could see James at the door from the app on her phone and buzzed him in.

Somehow James knew where to find

Pia. He’s never seen or heard anything about her home, yet he was just drawn to her, almost as if he was on a leash.

He pushed open Pia’s bedroom door.

Pia was naked, except for some white holdups and pink platform heels. Her hair was in pigtails, her makeup was subtle, except for the hot pink lip gloss coating her lips. She was on her knees, shoulders back, her perfect enhanced breasts on display, smiling as James walked through the door. She was the perfect fucktoy.

Somehow, without hesitation, as if she was pulling that leash, James slowly stepped towards Pia. As he approached she broke her smile and opened her mouth, as she unzipped James’s trousers and pulled out his hardening cock.

In one motion she took his cock from root to tip, her tongue pushed forward into James’s balls, and the tip of his cock nestling in her throat. The sensations under James’s cock, generated by the stud in Pia’s tongue, were electrifying. His hands grasped Pia’s pigtails and he began to control Pia’s movements. Forward and back, forward and back, James fucked Pia’s throat, he relished the sounds of her glugging, and the feel of her drooling, as he sought relief in her wonderful mouth.

Pia rocked back and forth, lifting herself from her knees, so her head sat at the perfect angle for James’s satisfaction.

James moaned as Pia stroked his balls, and she licked and kissed his shaft.

James knew instinctively when to let go of Pia’s hair. She turned round on to all fours, willing James to spear her with his rock hard cock. He wasted no time pushing himself between her lips into the heaven of Pia’s warm wet pussy. Each stroke he took was met by Pia pushing back, matching his pace perfectly. Nothing felt as good as being inside Pia. It’s as if she was built perfectly for everyone she ever fucked, man or woman. But he wasn’t finished yet.

They pulled apart in unison so Pia could lie on the bed.

Pia lay legs spread, holding them back by grasping her heels to demonstrate her flexibility. She beckoned him to her, and he mounted her, hands alongside her bearing his weight. His hips thrust, slowly to begin with, to feel the wonder of being inside her. Pia, again, matching James’s pace perfectly. The sensation of being inside Pia was just so incredible!

James soon reached to point of no return. The warmth was perfect. The friction was perfect. At that moment, as with all who enjoyed her, Pia was the perfect sexual partner. James groaned and thrust one more time and unloaded his night of frustration deep into Pia’s welcoming pussy. Pia sighed and moaned as she received his gift, rocking her hips to meet his as he pumped and pounded with ever decreasing energy.

Eventually, James was spent. Pia lay back. She was ecstatic. Her place in the world was right here. Being enjoyed. Being fucked. Being the office slut.

PIA’S SOLO NIGHT OUT

An occasional series featuring Pia the Office Slut

The week was drawing to a close. It had been quiet in the office. Too quiet for Pia’s liking. She felt the itch. The need. That unmistakable feeling that made her hips rock in her chair and dampen her panties so they stuck to her perfectly smooth and heavenly pussy. She was desperate. Desperate to be enjoyed. Desperate to be used. Desperate for the world to see who she really was.

Pia sent a brief DM to her group.

“Hey, sorry. Something has come up and I can’t make it tonight!”

The responses flooded in from her devoted and caring friendship group, wishing her well. She felt a little guilt for letting them down but her itch really needed scratching.

At home Pia, as ever, made herself look a million dollars. She made sure that she would be noticed at the club. Noticed. Wanted. Desired. Needed. Her skirt was very short. Her heels were very high. Her face was made up beautifully. She looked like the hot classy slut she was.

Walking into the club, the doorman greeted her politely, and like any man who saw her that night, couldn’t take his eyes off her as she passed him. Pia made a bee line for the dance floor and began moving her body to the music. She was totally at home on the dance floor. She was a trained dancer and knew how to move her body to make art, and how to move her body to attract attention. Tonight she wanted to be enjoyed, so her moves were sexy, sensual, she was like a siren calling out to the men in the club.

She caught the eye of one guy. Older than most, he would glance away when Pia looked his way. It was obvious that he wanted her, but his shyness got in the way of his desire. He couldn’t help checking out her beautiful body and her pretty face. If he had only been brave he could have had a most incredible night with her! Instead, all he had was a picture of her in his mind, and his imagination to fuel his fantasies.

Soon enough, she attracted some guys to dance alongside her. She craved their touch and some bumping of butts, that was not accidental, sent the message loud and clear. One guy took the plunge, grabbed Pia’s hips and pulled her into his groin, their grinding becoming more sexual and suggestive with every beat of the music.

“Buy me a drink?” Pia reached up and shouted into the guy’s ear. He nodded agreeably and they moved off to the bar.

Pia sipped her drink while the two of them exchanged small talk. Pia laughed, smiled, played with her hair, sending all the right flirtatious signals his way.

Pia took his hand and moved off to the bathrooms with him. In the stall, she unzipped him and withdrew his cock from his pants. Pia went to town on his stiffening dick, eager to please him. Her tongue glided expertly over the head of his shaft, her piercing dragging over the underside bringing him intense pleasure, as her soft fingers gently cupped and massaged his balls. It wasn’t long before he erupted and came deep and long into Pia’s waiting throat. His cock twitched and spurted his cum, which Pia swallowed eagerly and with ease.

After licking him clean she slipped out of the bathroom to be lost in the throng of the crowd, where he’d never find her again.

On the upstairs dance floor, Pia writhed and swayed to the beats, feeling the heat rising in her pussy again, need, and the itch, ever stronger. Another guy, a little taller than the first, took his chance to dance with this goddess, unaware what delightful consequences would come his way.

Unable to wait, Pia dragged this guy directly to the bathroom. When she unzipped him she was confronted with a much larger member than the first, but it didn’t phase her. Pia knew how to handle all manner of cocks and she licked, sucked and gagged on this larger juicy cock, making him spray his salty load into her throat, the second cum cocktail of the night that she’s tasted.

With a kiss on his cheek Pia disappeared into the heavy atmosphere of the club again, the need still stirring in her sticky needy pussy.

Closing time at the club and the lights went on, the signal for everyone to leave. The club may be closing but Pia still had to be satisfied. On the steps leading down to the exit, Pia swept into the line and softly clasped the hand of a random stranger.

“Take me home?”

Pia pleaded with him. He was of course unable to resist her request Pia was irresistible somehow. They jumped in a cab, heading through the still of the night to his place.

They made out in the cab, hands all over each other, his cock rock hard by the time they arrived.

Once there he took no time in stripping off his clothes, removing Pia’s panties, and slipping his dick steadily into Pia’s needs pussy. Pia arched her back, pushing her hips forward to meet his thrusts. He was inside a small slice of heaven. Pia’s slit, warm, wet and welcoming, massaged his cock with every pump and thrust while she sighed and moaned at finally being fucked. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her orgasm build, and with a little friction on her clit while his cock fucked her, she came noisily. The contractions around his cock sent him over the edge too and he flooded Pia with rope after rope of warm cum, as he buckled and lay onto Pia’s sexy glistening body.

Pia was finally sated. Her itch scratched. Her need fulfilled. Her slut credentials presented for all to see.

the ransom - part 5 (finale)

warning - the following stories involves written scenes that include sexual violence that some people may be offended of and have a problem with. if you are sensitive to that kind of content, i do not recommend reading

this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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I lay there in the back of the car, with the nephew in front driving the car. My hands are still bound in front of me. With every bump in the road I bounce on the backseat, before I slowly start to sit up. I don't say anything for a few minutes, before finally telling the nephew "your uncle is a monster…" He chuckles to himself, “Are you going to be okay here did a number on you. Here’s an ice pack and a wet rag." He grabs them from the passenger seat and hands them back to me. "You got money my pencil dick husband paid?" I ask him. "Yes the whole $200,00 thousand." I can't help but have a huge smile on my face "your fuckin uncle thinks it’s 100,00 but we gave him our ransom note and the dick paid it." I laugh but it hurts too much. "Alright, drop me off here with my phone and I will make the call to the police. Once they pick me up, and we take of everything I will meet you back at the motel."

He pulls over and lets me out. I get 911 on the phone and tell them the situation and where I am. It doesn't take long before 2 patrol cars show up, and the cops hurry out and check on me. They free my wrists from the restraints all while I'm crying and telling them the story. I tell them I can lead them to where they can find the uncle. They get me into the back of one of the squad cars and we take off for the warehouse.

At the warehouse they have the building surrounded and a group of them kick the door down, while I wait inside the back of the squad car. Moments later they bring the uncle out cuffed and supported by two officers. The officer comes over to me and I assure him take pictures of the rope i was strung up with the bedding off the bed and the bear bottle laying on the bed. They assure me and take pictures of my bruised face my bleeding lip and my wrists still with rope marks on them. The cops assure me they have enough evidence that he should be locked away for a long time. Inside I am laughing at the fucker. For everything he did to me, I got my revenge.

The cops tell me that since my car is still there that I am free to head home to my husband and that they will be in touch to further the investigation and get anymore information they may need. I get into my car, and instead of heading home, I head off to the motel where the newphew is located. I get out of the car and knock on the door. The newphew opens it up, and is happy to see me. But he can only see I am still in pain from the abuse I took from his uncle. So he helps me into the room, and sits me on the edge of the bed. From there, we toast to a plan well done with a few well earned beers. "Fuck that uncle of yours…so glad he is getting what he deserves. now we just gotta get out of town and we are set!"

“It was hard to leave you with him but we needed the evidence to nail him. I worried about you looks like he did a number on you “ I take another sip, holding in the pain "It's ok…nothing I can't handle. Although you had your fun with me in that bathroom…" The newphew can't help but let a smile slip out. "Yeah…can you blame me for taking a little advantage of the situation?" I smile back at him rolling my eyes. We finish our drink and I switch into a white button down oversized shirt of the nephews . We snuggle in bed talking of our future and replaying our two day expirrience. Eventually, we both doze off to sleep.

Morning comes and he is the first one to wake. looking at me, having found my way off him during the night. He scoots over to me, reaching under the blanket and grabbing ahold of my breast, massaging it. In my sleep a moan slips out from my lips, waking up to the sensation. My eyes open to see him hovering over me. He plants his lips onto mine. I free my hand from under the blanket, and grab ahold of his semi hard cock and begin to stroke it. We kiss each other and provoke each other to horny before he asks me a favor “hey I didn’t get a chance to do you with uncle how about we play out what it would have been like. Let’s re enact it. I will tie your hands and we can take it from there “ After what happened the day before I'm hesitant but I slowly come around and agree "well…ok…sure. Just this one time you can tie me up" I say visibly nervous but he pets my cheek and I smile.

He ties my wrists like the day before. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable, and ask him to stop there. He doesn't seem to be listening though and sits on my legs and ties my ankles together. He pulled the rope so tight, digging into my skin "ok! That is tight enough!" I yell out, but to my surprise he shuts me up by shoving his cock into my mouth. Instead of freaking out further, It almost calms me down as I begin to suck my cheeks in around it. Bobbing my head back and forth, lips glistening and gliding across his shaft. My moans vibrating his cock in my mouth while I look up at him. He has a look of want on his face bordering on anger. He bucks harder grabs my hair and turns a blowjob into a throat fucking. My face already hurting this assault doesn’t come without pain. He cums forcing his spew down my throat and out of the corner of my mouth leaking on my chin. He pushes the excess cum back in my mouth and Insists I clean him. At his demand, I begin to lick his cock and clean it from all the cum. "ok! you got what you wanted…let me out of these ropes now, im hurting!"

He goes to his bag and to my amazement he pulls out more rope. He flips me over and starts tying my arms as well as my hands. I scream my protest but he is on a mission. The screams become me yelling orders at him when he grabs my mouth and shoves a rag in it he then uses grey duct tape wrapped around my head at least four times. I look my eyes full of fear and anger. He throws himself in a chair and checks the clock. The dusk is breaking.

I lay there on the bed in a strict hogtie. My mouth packed and taped shut. What is he doing?? This wasn't apart of the plan! I groan into the gag, trying to talk but its no use. He looks at me from the chair and explains to me how 200k was great but not good enough. He could get an additional 100k for selling me. Sell me?! I begin to plead with my eyes, turning to anger, thrashing around in my restraints. "mmmpphhhh!!! grrrrrr!!!"

A knock on the door and I answer to two men dressed all in black. They came in looked at their new piece of merchandise and nodded with approval. This can't be happening! They throw a black body bag next to me, and I go into a full on panic. Screaming into the gag, trying my hardest to get out of the ropes, but it's no use. I look over at the newphew who is taking a briefcase from one of them. He gives me a little wave as my body is packed into the bag and I am zipped into the darkness. The next time I see anything but darkness, will be when I arrive at the destination of my buyer.

THE END

PIA AT THE HOUSE PARTY

An occasional series featuring Pia the office slut

All of the interns were having a party on the holiday weekend. Naturally Pia had been invited. She was comfortable in any social situation and somehow it was just right that the interns asked her to come along. She had become good friends and an enthusiastic lover to many of them.

Pia was so happy the party was taking place on this particular day. The weather had been kind - an unseasonably warm spring day made Pia’s outfit choice simple. A pink and white halter top, cropped to just below her wonderful no-bra-required breasts, and a white skater skirt. Her hot pink thong would be easily noticed should a warm breeze have lifted her skirt, and she completed her look with pristine white sneakers. Her makeup look was fresh, almost naked, but as with everywhere she went, she would be the hottest girl at the party.

Pia mingled politely, getting a feel for the crowd. Since the hosts were interns it was a young crowd, mostly college students, but the host’s parents, whose home it was, were also there.

Pia latched on to Mark and his girlfriend Vicki. They were both interns, and Vicki was hosting the party. Mark knew all about Pia’s reputation but he’d never had the courage to enjoy her special talents.

Vicki headed off to the kitchen to refresh their drinks while Mark and Pia continued talking. Pia could sense Mark’s bashful nature and the growing lump in his shorts, as Pia’s laughter, perfume, and gentle touches intoxicated him. Pia leaned in, gently brushed Mark’s cock, and whispered in his ear, “I can help you with that you know, Vicki really won’t mind”, her scent almost making Mark dizzy!

Pia took Mark’s hand and led him upstairs. Checking the doors on the landing they found their way into the bathroom.

“It’s OK darling”, Pia said quietly, “leave everything to me”.

Pia pulled Mark’s shorts down, and his cock sprang out, semi-hard and pointing directly at Pia’s lip-glossed mouth. Slowly and gently she coaxed his cock to full attention with her expert pierced tongue. Men love blowjobs, and some girls are quite good at giving them, but nobody sucks cock like Pia. She’s been known to wear a t-shirt with the slogan “blowjob queen” and it’s completely true.

Pia continued to tease Mark’s cock. With his eyes closed he wasn’t able to see the glorious sight of Pia deep throating him, stroking his bald with one hand while pulling him into her with the other.

Mark began to panic slightly. “Oh my god Pia I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”, not sure what he should do. With both hands Pia pulled him deep into her throat so Mark could pump his enormous load directly down it. Rope after rope, Pia dealt with them with ease, and as Mark eventually softened in her mouth, she dutifully licked him totally clean. Pia knew to never spill a drop.

Pia and Mark returned to Vicki, and it was as if nothing had happened. Conversation flowed again between these good friends.

Occasionally Pia would catch Vicki’s father’s eye. She could see his eyes devouring her, wanting her. Pia smiled sweetly in his direction, playing with her hair and seductively drinking through her straw. Vicki’s dad was soon nowhere to be seen - Pia figured he’d seem enough to take care of his own needs!

As the party drew to a close, the guests began to drift away, leaving just Pia and Vicki. They had been glued to each other towards the end of the night, fascinated by each other and obvious sexual tension crackling between them. Vicki put her hand on Pia’s knee and invited her to stay. Pia leaned across and began to kiss Vicki passionately and deeply, her tongue knowing just what Vicki liked and needed, like she does with all her lovers. Breaking off the kiss, Pia sighed “I’ve been hoping you’d ask me all night”’ and with that Vicki led Pia to her bedroom. They feasted on each other’s beautiful bodies until the sun rose, each of them cumming loudly and frequently on the other’s fingers, lips and tongues.

After a leisurely brunch, and another delicious orgasm each, Pia said her goodbye, knowing that this wasn’t the last time she would make love to Vicki. Vicki’s internship had weeks left to go, and Pia knew all the right places at the office to steal her away for another tryst.

On the train ride home, Pia got a DM. It was Jon, a colleague and neighbour.

“Hey Pia! Are you around? I, um, need your help with something…?”

Pia smiled. She knew what Jon wanted. She was the office slut after all.

“I’m out of milk sweetie, can you bring me some in an hour and I’ll see if I can help you xx”

PIA'S RETURN FROM SPRING BREAK

An occasional series featuring Pia the Office Slut

When spring break came around Pia went back to her family home. Everyone needs to recharge their batteries, and despite her unique role as the professional office slut, Pia was no exception. A few days away with her family and friends was just what she needed! Alone in her childhood bedroom she would relive the experiences she had at the office over in her mind, with fingers of one hand buried inside her while the others danced over her nipples, teasing moans from her mouth, and orgasms from her sweet pussy.

Eventually the time came to head back to the city, ready to resume her duties at the office the following day.

Pia’s phone lit up on the train back to the city. Some of her colleagues were very eager to catch up with her a soon as they could.

Three of them lived in the same apartment complex, and each of them asked Pia if she was free later that day. Pia smiled at her phone screen as these flirty messages pinged up. How could she say no to these sweet, eager guys? She fired back her own flirty messages, agreeing to see each of them.

Pia arrived home just in time for her first date. She put down her bags, freshened up her makeup and hair just as Charlie buzzed her doorbell.

She checked herself quickly in the full-length mirror on the way to the front door. Pia always looked immaculate. She always looked hot and today was no exception. She wore a tight black miniskirt and heels, and a cute white t-shirt. Hair in a ponytail and minimal makeup, with a light smear of lipgloss to complete the sexy look.

She greeted Charlie with a hug, as old friends do. “How was your break Pia?” Charlie asked as she led him by the hand to her bedroom. “It was wonderful Charlie! So much fun with my family and friends, but I’m refreshed and ready to get back to work now!” she said, as she stroked the bulge in Charlie’s jeans.

Pia giggled as she watched Charlie take them off, followed by his underwear. She had never seen anyone move so fast! Charlie soon wiped the smile off her face with a deep kiss, and the grind of his groin against hers, as he trapped her against the wall. Pia could sense his need, the energy in his kiss and the heat in his bone hard cock. She broke away to pull her panties down then wrapped a leg around Charlie’s waist, so he could line his cock up with Pia’s wet slit. With one steady push he entered Pia. Her breathing stopped for a moment as she got used to the stretch and fullness in her pussy, then let out a moan as he began pumping himself into her, with deep steady thrusts.

Pia dragged Charlie over to the bed. “Fuck me hard Charlie. Fuck me like the slut I am!” Pia moaned. Charlie pumped and pumped away, fucking Pia harder and faster as he felt his seed beginning to boil up. With a grunt and a moan, Charlie let go. He thrust his cock as deep as it would go and flooded Pia’s pussy with his pent-up need. Blast after blast of cum sprayed from his rock hard cock into Pia’s warm welcoming hole.

Charlie was panting, recovering from his efforts. He pulled out and stood next to Pia, about to kiss her and thank her, but Pia had other plans.

“Just relax babe, let me clean you up” she said, and while Charlie thought she might towel him down, she took his semi-rigid cock into her mouth. Pia licked and sucked Charlie’s cock back to full hardness, diligently removing every trace of his cum and her own sweet juices from it. Charlie was overwhelmed by Pia’s blowjob, moaning her name and sighing. She knew how to please a cock. Her tongue, with its piercing, glided over Charlie’s cock head, along the underside, until he couldn’t hold back and delivered another hot load of his need into her warm mouth. Pia swallowed eagerly, making sure Charlie’s cock was clean as he finally softened.

After finished their catchup Charlie kissed Pia on the cheek to thank her for being so helpful and went on his way.

Pia barely had time to freshen up before her doorbell rang again. Jon was early!

Pia quickly freshened up her makeup and wiped herself clean, straightened her skirt and answered the door. Jon was smiling in the doorway, carrying a huge bunch of flowers - “For you, beautiful!” said Jon. Pia smiled and blushed a little as she thanked him for his generosity. “Aw, you didn’t have to Jon!” she exclaimed, and suddenly it was Jon’s turn to blush.

They sat on Pia’s sofa and shot the breeze about their breaks. Family. Friends. Holidays. When Jon finally began to stroke Pia’s knee, the sexual tension rose. Pia looked in Jon’s eyes, then glanced at his groin, and Jon stood up and removed his trousers.

Pia blew Jon expertly. She just instinctively knew what each man needed. Every man likes subtly different things, and Pia just knew was they were. For Jon, he liked having his balls gently stroked as Pia took his cock all the way to the root, her tongue also tickling his balls as she bottomed out on him.

All the while, on her knees, Pia felt something. She could feel Charlie’s cum dripping from her pussy and down her thigh. Pia moaned on Jon’s cock and rubbed her clit slowly, her juices and Charlie’s cum acting as lube. Being such a slut got Pia so wet and horny!

It was all too much for Jon who came quickly, a huge load pumping into Pia’s mouth, overwhelming her a little. Cum and drool dripped down her chin and stained her top, but she cleaned Jon up as best she could and sent him on his way.

Finally Pia could freshen up properly. She cleaned up, changed into a cute pink t-shirt, and reapplied her makeup so she would be immaculate for Pete.

When Pete arrived, he stepped through the doorway and pushed Pia against the wall. Hand on her throat, he kissed her deeply, his other hand mauling Pia’s tits. Pete needed Pia so badly. He was so horny. Frustration and lust overcame him. He dropped his trousers and fucked her up against the wall. Thrust after thrust, pushing Pia higher up the wall each time. She was clinging on to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist, giving her sexual self to him completely, giving in to his need. Being the slut he needed right there and then. Her moans and his grunts filled the air, her apartment filling with the sounds and scents of lust.

Pete came hard, harder than he ever had before, and Pia received his cum deep inside her, her own pleasure building. He roared as he filled her, as Pia panted needily and came on Pete’s throbbing cock.

Pia went to freshen up once more, then asked if Pete was hungry. He graciously offered to buy her dinner, so they headed off into the city to eat.

When they returned, Pete walked Pia to her door, and thanked her for a great evening. Pia giggled and said “Oh no Pete, thank YOU for dinner!” She dropped to her knees and unzipped him, and sucked Pete’s delicious cock. Her tongue did the magic only Pia can do, and before long she coaxed another load from Pete’s rock hard dick, swallowing eagerly as if it was her first meal of the day.

Pia took a shower, and before lights out, spent some time with her fingers inside herself reliving the events of the day. She earns her living as the office slut, and she loves taking her work home with her.

PIA'S SIDE HUSTLE

An occasional series featuring Pia the office slut

Pia wasn’t always fulfilled at the office. She wasn’t always used as often as she needed to be. Pia needed more, so she started working as a stripper a few evenings a week.

Pia would step on to the stage looking incredible, wearing just four things on stage. Whalenet stockings. All-over body shimmer, giving her skin an alluring glow under the lights. A tiny thong with a split waistband, barely covered her delicious waxed pussy. On her feet, pink platform pleaser heels.

Pia began by writhing and wriggling around the pole that stood in the centre of the stage. No sooner had she begun, than all the customers in the club were totally captivated by her. Her moves were so sexy, so alluring. The men in the club moved closer to the stage, bank notes in hand. Pia came to the front of the stage, writhing on her knees. The men began stuffing their bank notes into the waist bands of her thong. They all wanted more! Somehow, they knew Pia would give them more so long as the cash kept flowing.

Pia’s thong was stuffed full. The guys were desperate to give her more. During a passionate move Pia parted her lips and one guy took the opportunity to stuff a wad of notes into her gaping mouth. More and more followed until she had to let them fall to the stage.

The other dancers in the club were equally captivated. They should be angry and jealous of this erotic creature, but they all felt a strong desire to support and help her. Three of the girls came on to the stage and collected the cash, laid it on the stage and continued collecting on Pia’s behalf.

Pia continued to have her mouth stuffed. After letting the cash fall once again, one guy saw his chance. He climbed on to the stage, trousers down, and with Pia’s empty mouth still open he slid his cock between her lips. Pia’s slut senses tingled, and she started giving this guy the most incredible blowjob, sucking him, licking him with her studded tongue, and before long he shot a huge load into her mouth.

Pia knew this was completely against house rules. The manager of the club caught her eye. Somehow he was unable to resist the inevitable. He locked the door and gave his blessing for Pia to continue.

The girls came to Pia. One of them kissed her passionately, hungry to share the cum in her mouth and chin.

They lay her on her back, lying her on the bed of cash, and removed her thong. One by one the guys in the club came on to the stage. Each one got more from Pia than a pole dance. One by one they slid into her wet pussy and fucked her. Her sultry dancers hips ensured nobody lasted long. Her moves brought each guy’s orgasm in swift succession, filling Pia, each man adding more, leaving Pia a dripping mess on the floor. All the while Pia had one girl kissing her, and the rest kissed and licked her breasts and nipples.

Finally all the guys had taken a turn and they left, fully satisfied by Pia. Pia’s stripper friends helped clean her up with their fingers and tongues. Pia came and came again as these gorgeous dancers took turns between her legs, sharing cum along the way.

The club was empty, just the girls remained. Pia counted the cash quietly, making a pile for each of the girls while they licked and tasted each other. Distarcted, the girls never saw Pia slip away, leaving the girls with all the tips. Pia didn't need the tips to feel fulfilled, all she ever wanted was to be a slut.

the ransom - part 4

this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.

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It’s nearing 2 o’clock, the time they have me with is starting to wind down, but that doesn't mean they are done with me yet. While I dangle in front of him, I can see the uncles crotch is bulging. He is loving my foul mouth, just wanting his chance to shut me up with his dick. "I think it's time to get her down, and give her what she really wants." They lower me down and I collapse on the floor drenched in sweat, and my arms feeling numb. They gather me and toss me on the bed. I don't have much energy, except to fire off some cuss words and insults. The nephew says he has to get some air, and leaves the two of us alone.

I look up at up at him, "fuck you! don't you fucking come near me…you will sooooo pay for this!!" He just laughs while looking down at me “You stupid bitch. You offered yourself up to us. You might as well have announced yourself as free fuckmeat. What did you think you were going to do with two days and two men dressed like a whore in heat?”

I look up at him and gasp with an angry expression "whore? fuck you! this id what i wear to work!!"

“You probably spend your days at work on your knees or bent over a desk you slut..” He gets on the bed, and before he can do anything I slap him making him angry and he backhands me sending my face to the mattress . He takes his knife and cuts my tank top and then proceeds to rip it down my chest far enough to get to my overwhelming breasts, the cold air hitting my nipples sending a shock to me. “If my nephew hadn’t been here I would have eaten your pussy with you hanging there but since you are here suck on this bitch”. He slaps my face once again, and shoves his erect cock into my mouth. I'm gagging and choking on it right away. my eyes water again, pooling around them, mixing with the already smeared mascara. My eyes are twitching as he hits my throat with his cock over and over again. I try to fight him off but he is too aggressive and easily over powers me in my weakened state. My head flying back and forth, my hair flying all over the place. My head bounced back and forth, everything is a blur to me. He had been waiting for this moment, he didn't last long and filled my mouth with his load. So much it began to pour out of my mouth, dripping off my lips, to my chin, and down to my chest. Even after he got what he wanted, he slapped me hard across the face once more, this time drawing blood from lips.

I fall like dead weight on the mattress from the slap. Having almost knocked me out, I feel like I am in a daze. The room spinning around me while I try to hold myself together mentally. I look up at him from the corner of my eyes, and with what I have left I mutter the words "fuck you."

This set him off once again. He was done dealing with me. He was tired of my ever ending attitude. He wanted me to truly feel like a used up pathetic whore. He gets up off of me and retrieves an empty beer bottle. I don't think much of it, I am too out of it. But he turns it and faces the neck of it to me, and sticks it in my cunt and proceeds to fuck me with it. I let out a helpless groan, the feeling of the slick glass siding into me, stretching my pussy the most it ever has. I let out a scream as more tears roll down my cheeks. My hands in front of me still tied, but still also to weak to do anything against this. He fucks me so hard with it, my body rocks on the bed. My tits bouncing up and down as he forces the bottle in and out of me. I can't even fight against the orgasm. I try, but I can't. He finally pulls it out and my body goes limp again. I lay there defeated. I've been used, abused, humiliated. I lay there with my tormentors cum on me like a brand. No back talk. Just silent.

The nephew comes back and it’s time to go pick up the ransom. He asks his uncle “what the hell did you do to her? There’s nothing left for me when I get to the pickup site." His uncle grunts "she had it coming to her. By the time the money is ready for pick up I am sure you can have her give you head." The nephew carries me to the car placing me in the backseat. He tells him he will be back with the money, and we drive off towards the destination.

TO BE CONTINUED

the ransom - part 3

this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.

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I lay there trying to fall asleep, thinking over everything that has happened. I hope my husband pays soon. I don't know how long I can go through this nightmare! It takes me awhile, but because I am so exhausted, I finally drift to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I awake again, uncle and nephew are still asleep. I'm not sure what caused it, maybe it was seeing them and realizing the terrible situation I am, but begin I panic. I need to get out of here. I see the door off the side that leads to the outside. This is my chance. I get up, and walk slowly and carefully to the door. Little did I know, but the uncle was awake the entire time, pretending to be asleep. He watches as I approach the door out of the corner of his eyes. He knows I no longer care about the money. I'm dangerous if I can't focus on the money anymore. I approach the door, turn the knob…locked! Ugh! There must be a key though, I turn around and begin to scan the room. There's is a end table next to the uncle, and right there is the key! Once again, I slowly begin to walk, this time over to him in the chair. I have to do this carefully. I slowly reach down, and quietly grab the keys. Got it!

Just as I think I got it, the uncle's hand clamps down around mind. “Going somewhere? Leave without your money? Listen bitch you aren’t going anywhere until this is over. You just made things a lot more difficult for yourself. Now we have time to kill until 4 and I’m getting some pretty nasty ways to spend it. Kiss me." I try to turn around away from him, but his grip is stronger then I am and I can't break free. He grabs my hair and forces his tongue down my mouth. I'm trying my hardest to pull away, but it's not working. Finally I just kick him in the shin with my high heel shoes which causes him to let go of me. I race over to the door and put the key in. It works! I open the door, but I am grabbed from behind by him. By now, the nephew is waking up. The uncle tells him to grab the heavy rope out of the turn. I begin to open my mouth to plead with him, but he turns to me, and slaps me across the face. I collapse straight to the floor. Laying there flat on the ground, groaning, my palm to my cheek feeling the heat of the aftermath of the slap on my face.

It doesn't take long before the nephew comes back with the rope, the uncle instructs him to throw it over a beam 8 feet off the floor. He leaves enough slack to reach an iron railing attached to the wall. The uncle goes to me on the floor and grabs my arms pulling them above my head tying my wrists strictly. He then takes the thicker rope, wraps my bound wrists and ties another double knot. He gets me to my feet putting his hands wherever he can get a cheap thrill and walks me under the beam. I am still recovering from the slap, but putting up much of a fight. He then works with the nephew to pull the rope over the beam stretching it to pull my arms above my head and lift me about 4” above the floor. They then tie the rope to the iron bar on the wall leaving me hanging by my arms hovering above the floor. My head hangs down, and I look at my feet dangling above the ground. My arms instantly feeling the pain. I let out a groan, "awwwww!" I kick my feet around as I dangle there. I look up at my wrists, and mascara mixed tears roll down my cheeks. I look down at myself. I look like a mess, makeup smeared, clothes winkled, skirt riding up my thighs, and a cum stain on my skirt. My hair is covering my face. I fling my head back to get out of way, looking at the two satisfied men in front of me. "Fuck you two!" I kick my feet and swing back and forth. "You mother fuckers will regret ever doing this to me!!"

The uncle laughs and admires the picture before him. He assures the nephew that they will get a run at her again before 4. The Uncle goes over to me and runs his hands up my skirt. His dirty fingers starting to probe my pussy. I try to swing away but it does nothing to deter him. I ball my hands up and grunt in anger. "Get your hands off me!" I feel so helpless to them but so angry. My face turning red but all I can do is kick my legs and swing in place. He pulls his hand away, to lick his fingers and turns to nephew "she loves this she’s soaked. She’s begging to get fucked."

I dangle there, looking at them both, gritting my teeth, completely helpless so whatever is planned for me next.

TO BE CONTINUED

PIA AND THE ACCOUNTS TEAM

An occasional series featuring Pia the office slut

The meeting reminder appeared on Pia’s computer. “Weekly Accounts Catchup” in 15 minutes. Nobody in the accounts team knew who had added Pia to the meeting request, but somehow it seemed right that she was there.

Pia removed her glasses and smiled. This was one of her favourite parts of the week. With only 15 minutes to prepare she took her handbag and headed straight for the ladies’ room.

Pia didn’t need to check the meeting particulars – she knew exactly how to prepare. Once in the ladies’ room she immediately removed her panties. She reached under her shiny black mini-skirt and pulled them down over her stockinged legs and red stilettos. They were already a little wet from anticipation of what was to come. Pia gently touched her pussy, closing her eyes as the arousal and wetness built inside her.

Katie the intern came through the door and saw Pia fingering herself. Katie smiled. Sure, she would have been appalled to see behaviour like this at any other workplace, but this was just another day in the office.

“Need any help with that Pia?” asked Katie?

“Would you Katie? I’m on a bit of a deadline” she replied. Katie kneeled between Pia’s legs and lapped gently at her pussy and clit. Pia was in heaven at Katie’s touch, but she had a mission to accomplish. She reached into her handbag and took out her shiny princess plug, stamped on the end with the company logo. She handed it to Katie, who used it to fuck Pia a little to get it nice and wet, before slowly pressing the point against Pia’s butthole, slowly stretching it open. With a sigh of pleasure from Pia, her butt hole clenched around the throat of the plug, the company logo glistening between her from buttocks.

Pia thanked Katie, who stood and gave Pia a passionate French kiss and whispered “You’re welcome” as she broke away and went on her way. Pia checked her watch, it was almost time, so making sure she looked immaculate, she fixed her makeup, checked her hair, then headed along the corridor to accounts.

Right on time, Pia walked into the accounts office. The small team of three were already waiting for her. James, the team leader, Pete the lead accountant, and Taylor, their assistant. Taylor, a fit curvy woman in her late 20s, was standing by her desk swirling her panties round her finger, waving at Pia with the other. The boys were removing their ties and their trousers.

Pia dropped to her knees in front of Pete and began to stroke and lick his stiffening cock. He was older than James, and not as well hung, but Pia never let matters like that get in the way of her duties. Everyone in the workforce was equally welcome to use Pia, and somehow everyone just understood that. Pete leaned back against his desk and let his head roll back while Pia’s tongue got work on his cock. Her expertise was unmatched, and Pete was in ecstasy at Pia’s eager attention.

Taylor crawled up behind Pia, rolled her skirt over her hips and kissed her warm sweet cheeks, slowly working inwards to discover the plug in Pia’s butt. Taylor began to stroke Pia’s already wet pussy lips while she tongued around the plug. Reaching further, Taylor’s tongue lapped eagerly at Pia’s pussy while her fingers dipped into her wet hole. Pia moaned, the vibrations transferred to Pete’s cock, now tickling Pia’s throat.

James has been watching the show, slowly stroking his big cock. Finally, he decided to join the train, and knelt behind Taylor. He lifted her skirt and pushed his big dick between her pussy lips, opening her up with it. Taylor groaned on James’s big cock as he began fucking her, bouncing against her soft firm cheeks. Taylor gamely kept her focus on Pia’s hot pussy. Her hips were rocking at Taylor’s attention, and she could feel an orgasm building, building towards explosion.

Pete was close. Pia’s mouth felt amazing, and her moans against the head of his cock were taking him ever closer to cumming.

Finally, with Taylor rubbing at Pia’s clit and a finger deep inside, Pia began to shake as the orgasm tore through her body, starting in her pussy, the electric pleasure reaching all parts of her body. The moans from Pia’s orgasm on Pete’s cock were too much for him and sent him over the edge. His cum spurted into Pia’s mouth and throat, and she eagerly tried to swallow his load, though in the end her chin was drooling, mixed with Pete’s overflow.

Pia broke the train and turned to Taylor to kiss her while James fucked her roughly from behind. Taylor took great care cleaning Pia’s chin and sharing what was left of Pete’s load between them.

James, watching the girls sharing Pete’s cum, found the show too much. Pulling out of Taylor’s hot cunt, he stood before the kneeling girls. Pia took his cock and stroked it for him, licking the tip, looking him in the eye to encourage his inevitable release. James’s hips bucked as cum erupted from the tip of his glistening cock. Ropes of it hit Pia’s face and her outstretched tongue. Taylor moved in to taste James’s tip and catch the remains of his load. Spent and softening, James stepped back from the girls. Taylor delicately lifted the cum streaks from Pia’s face and fed them to her waiting tongue, before leaning in and sharing a long sloppy kiss. Swapping cum and drool between them, they swallowed their shares, while continuing to caress and kiss each other’s faces and necks.

Freshening up, James heard the next appointment reminder pop up on his computer. James, Pete and Taylor rushed to dress and get ready for their next appointment while Pia, still blissfully horny, touched her pussy softly to cum one more time.

Finally composing herself, Pia stood and straightened her clothes. Kissing each in turn passionately before heading out, Pia said ”Great catchup team, same time next week?”

hogtiedwhore2

that assistant seems pretty talented, just saying 🤷‍♀️