Karen stood and unzipped her longer skirt, allowing it to fall to Mark’s luxurious carpet.
She stepped out of it and walked around his side of the desk. Staring at the bastard
straight in the eyes, Karen lifted the hem of her short skirt. She felt so violated.
“And! And am I supposed to look or..”
“What a sick fuck!” Karen thought, feeling her temper rise.
“Yes Mr Saunders, you have to look otherwise it won’t count!”
Leaning forward in his chair, Mark took a long, long look at Karen’s pussy. Images
flooded his mind of when unbelievably, he watched her under the street lamp. That night,
as this, he felt bad over the fact that he found her sexually arousing, but after all, he
argued with himself, what man wouldn’t, especially being so close to her in the hallway,
as she gave him back her jacket and that incredibly lean and fit body only an inch away.
She had a way, a look that almost always made him forget who she was. It wasn’t his fault
that he had an erection. Then there was the surprise of a blowjob in the park.
Mark surveyed Karen’s pussy, noting how those delicate wisps of pubic hair seemed to
puff outward slightly before meeting in the middle, the way her hood jutted, quite large
for such a small girl and that endearing flap of skin on one of her labia, pink, delicate,
so irresistible. Mark breathed in deeply. He did need to help this girl and although he
briefly thought about it before, now he was convinced. Karen had somehow made up this
elaborate story. The poor thing was actually quite sick. He didn’t know what the trigger
was, but clearly she was something. He didn’t know the terminology for someone with a
damaging multi personality disorder, but whatever it was, Karen had it. He resolved to go
along with her delusion and the first chance he had, he would book her into an institute
for testing and treatment all at the company’s expense of course. It was the very least he
could do for his faithful and hard working PA.
Karen almost sneered at him, as he stared at her pussy.
“Dirty Bastard!” She snarled in her head, watching him becoming uncomfortable, as the
bulge in his trousers grew bigger with every passing second. Look, he’s not even trying to
hide it. She dropped the hemline as suddenly as she raised it.
“There is something else I need for you to do, something that the blackmailer wants you
to do to me!”
Mark looked up, puzzled.
Moving a stack of paper to one side, Karen bent over his desk and raised the skirt until
it rested on her waist. Karen’s amazing backside, just as it did the other night against
the wall, stuck incredibly high into the air.
“You have to smack me!
“What!”
“Please! Just smack me!”
Mark’s hand raised and smashed into wobbling flesh, instantly turning it red. On the
desk, Karen’s hands formed into tight fists.
“Fuck that stung!” She screamed inside her mind, but said nothing.
Gently rubbing Karen’s cheek, Mark was struck by how easily the skin changed colour and
how warm her flesh was against his fingers. He slapped her again and again and again until
Karen howled in pain.
He wanted to stop. He knew he should stop, but already sweat fell from his forehead from
the effort. Yes! He was sure it was from the effort. He took off his jacket and throwing
it to the floor, removed expensive looking cufflinks with MS written in gold, before
rolling up his sleeves. His hand moved over the contours of her bum, round, smooth,
delving into a deep canyon where a tiny, slightly brown anus nestled just above a vagina,
surprisingly large, inviting and glistening just a little, under his artificial lights.
He couldn’t stop himself and threw his full weight behind a wallop so accurate, so hard,
it caused Karen to whimper fully flowing tears. Mark stood back slightly, tilting his head
to one side. In the center of Karen’s left buttock, exactly where he had just smacked her,
the redness started to turn blue. A lump filled his throat. He tried to swallow, but
couldn’t, his mouth as so dry. Taking an uncertain step sideways, his arm released yet
another sickening blow and another and another and another.
Karen screamed.
“Enough! Please! I can’t take any more!”
Flashing a look at her face and then back at her bum, he seemed to dance on the spot,
uncertain if he should obey or simply continue.
“I’m sorry!” He huffed. “I am weak!”
His feet almost left the ground as an open palm landed dead center on the left side and
his finger tips smashed into something much warmer, so much softer. He looked. Karen’s
vagina was sopping wet, now almost sparkling. His right foot pushed urgently against her
left, widening her stance, opening legs that shook and trembled, wider, wider, still he
was not satisfied.
Karen thought she would pass out as his palm and fingers, deliberately, accurately and
with so much venom drove into her vagina. Even before she could react, his hand smashed
into her again. He was unstoppable, possessed. What could she do except stay there, hands
and elbows spread across his desk, legs as wide open as they could be while every private
part she had was assaulted, battered and beaten to pulp.
Occasionally, he stopped and examined her skin. He became fascinated by the way, a
collage of colours infused and intertwined, running from fleshy pink on the outer edges of
her ass, to red sore, battered blue and seriously damaged black. Again, he smoothly
touched, gliding sensitive and tingling fingers over her shapely, rounded rear. He
couldn’t help himself. He could do nothing to prevent it. She was simply perfect, simply
too tempting to prevent his fingers from touching sensitive and puffy labia, separated and
surrendered, easily accessible, waiting for him to push them wide open. Two fingers
penetrated easily. Karen’s vagina was so wet, that after replacing the fingers with his
thumb he was able to push it inside her anus, reinsert the fingers and feel a delicate,
fine layer of skin slip smoothly between them both.
Mark’s hand pulled and pushed, while his other grappled with her painfully thin blouse.
It tore. Buttons popped. It was no match at all for his aggressive yanks and soon he was
rewarded with the sight of naked shoulders, tantalising, fleshy shoulder blades and a
waist so thin, so simply perfect, he had to bite it. The damaged shirt was wrestled from
her arms and tossed to the floor, a free hand explored, roaming at will over every inch of
bare flesh. He had imagined this moment a thousand times over the years, but never once
imagined that it would one day be for real.
Feeling suddenly consumed with fire, Mark tore at his tie and shirt, throwing them to
the floor, unceremoniously joining with the others. Shoes flew across the office, socks
vanished behind and his trousers, together with his shorts at the same time, in an urgent
rush of excitement, fell to the floor.
Karen could feel his nakedness rub against her own. She could feel his erection touching
her, sliding across thighs and hips. Karen closed her eyes in absolute surrender. The
bastard now had what he wanted. The bastard had gone to great lengths to trick her into a
situation where she felt she had no choice, no other means of escape and would give in to
him willingly, without a fight and even then beg for him to do it, as if he was doing her
a favour.
Moment’s passed. He was so close, she knew that, but he had stopped touching her,
stopped pressing his erection against battered and blue skin. Despite Karen’s numb and
blackened mind, she knew exactly what he was waiting for and she could not believe she was
going to do it.
“My Saunders please! I’m begging you! Please fuck me!”
A second later, Karen’s eyes shut tight. She grunted from the sudden exertion, as his
penis, fat, fully erect, penetrated in one single thrust as far as it would go. Karen’s
tears spread across his desk as much as her vaginal fluids spread across his prick. His
thrusts were awkward, jerky, without any rhythm. His hands grabbed at any bits of flesh he
could find. It was as if he wanted all of her, all at the same time, as if he wanted to
consume her flesh, bones and soul. The fact that he couldn’t seemed to frustrate him. He
walloped her already stinging backside again, riding her pussy in a surreal orgy of
uncontrolled, hardly concealed lust.
He pushed and fucked, grunting, gasping and slobbering, ejecting salivic projectiles
that splashed to the small of her back. He was disgusting, an animal with no finesse, no
regard for whom he fucked. He withdrew as quickly and as suddenly as he entered, holding
his prick in his hand, pointing it against a virginal anus. He pushed and pushed. It
wouldn’t go in. He seemed frustrated, angry and swore to the heavens. Karen pleaded.
“Not that! Please not that!”
He didn’t hear her. His hearing had closed down. His attention focused on one thing and
one thing only. He was going to fuck that delicious ass come what may.
“Come on!” He screamed in an angry, low, disgruntled torrent.
Still he pushed, dipping his end to her ravished vagina for some much needed lubricant.
He grunted from the exertion. She screamed with pain. He could feel it. Yes, it was
opening, just a little. Push harder he thought. His face turned red as he held his breath
and forced every muscle in his body to obey this one simple command.
“Fuck her ass!”
Gasping for air and bitterly disappointed, he gave in. Karen’s ass was just too tight.
His regular night time fantasy was not to be. From way over his shoulder, his hand crashed
down on her backside.
“Fuck!” He screamed in temper. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Karen tried to get up. This was too much. He was too violent. He beat her shoulders back
to the desk, his erection once again fully imbedded, rejuvenated by a blissful, smooth and
so incredibly hot vaginal wall that enveloped him, almost drawing him further inside. A
hand held tightly at the back of her neck, pushing down harder with every lunge at her
vagina. He fucked her and fucked her, grunting and snorting so loudly, a pig would make
less noise. Karen tried with all her strength to push down on the desk and relieve the
pressure on her battered nose, squashed tight and stinging, bloodied from when he forced
her down. It was no use. He was too strong.
Suddenly, he removed himself, shouting.
“Quick! Quick!”
Karen turned, surprised, uncertain as to what to do.
“On your knees!” He screamed, holding his erection so tightly it began to turn purple.
On her knees, a strong and forceful hand held the back of her head. His bulging helmet
pressed to her lips. Too afraid to do any other, Karen’s lips parted. The hand released.
The penis lunged into her mouth and ejaculate hit the back of her throat, sudden, urgent,
so, so powerful it made her jump. Coughing and spluttering, Karen choked on his jism. She
tried to pull away, but as with last night, he held her there, forcing his penis as far
into her mouth as it could possibly go. With a final jerk, he released her, exhausted,
spent, he flopped into his swivel chair. His eyes wide open and gorged with devilment,
devoured Karen’s nakedness. This was fear. That look on his face made her so afraid. Karen
knew she would never be free of this vampirish nightmare. She knew what he would say
next.
“Lick it clean!” He snapped.
Naked, apart from a painfully small miniskirt, on hands and knees in her boss’s office,
Karen obeyed and licked every part of his wilting muscle, until he decided he had enough.
What choice did she have?
When he got his breath back, he dressed himself, even doing up his top button and
pushing his tie neatly into place. Gold emblazed links were hooked, keeping his cuffs
smartly together and his jacket was donned. He even brushed away a few loose hairs. He
looked awkward, embarrassed as he pulled his chair back to his desk, sat in it and clicked
at a pen ready to do some work. He looked up.
“Was there anything else I can help you with?”
In a deep state of shock, Karen collected her clothes and went back to her desk where
she got dressed. Every part of her body stung, hurt and throbbed with pain. She had never
experienced such savagery. Blood dribbled from her nose where it mingled with the last
remains of his sperm. Her mind didn’t work anymore. Then she knocked on his door and
waited for an answer.
“Yes Karen!”
“I’m going now Mr Saunders! Thank you for all your help and support!”
“You’re welcome Karen! See you tomorrow!”
“Yes Mr Saunders! Good night!”
“Good night Karen! Have a nice evening!”
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Remembering how quickly and eagerly he reacted last night, Karen braced herself, every
muscle in her body becoming rigid. The expected onslaught didn’t come, instead, he seemed
to hesitate, unsure of himself, torn between an instinctive reaction to lash out and one
that he could see quite clearly, could only cause severe damage if he did. He gulped hard,
already sweating. He removed his jacket, his tie and cufflinks.
His hands wandered over Karen’s bruises, his touch jerky, almost jagged, as he pushed
and prodded. His fascination with her damaged skin was already heightened and obvious. He
touched her bum with the side of his face and rubbed his nose deeply into the cavernous
depths between two perfectly formed and rounded bum cheeks. He sniffed. His tongue
extended, licking downward as his hands separated those fleshy cheeks. He found his
target. Karen’s eyes shot open in surprise. That tongue, firm and urgent, pushed prodded
and licked, lapping at her tiny, slightly brown anus.
When she studied the photos, she felt that the blackmailer had a fetish for bums, now
Karen was sure, as his movements became more urgent, more frantic, desperate to feel his
tongue as far inside her anus as he could reach.
Moments later, he stopped. He was panting, short of breath. Behind, Karen could hear the
desperate frenzy of clothes being torn at and removed. The tell tale thud of one, quickly
followed by another, told Karen his shoes had been discarded and thrown to the carpet.
“Stand up!” He growled.
Instantly, Karen felt the strangulating restriction of his tie around her neck, pulling
her back, tight against his naked body. A hand grabbed at her breasts, pinching, pressing,
pulverising them into a doughy pulp. Another hand shot between her legs, lifting the
skirt, targeting her pussy, grinding fingers hard against repulsed labia, shocked,
complaining in their dryness at the sudden onslaught. Mark had tied a knot in the tie and
not only placed it around her throat, but also around his neck. Karen was forced to follow
his movements, back, arched backward, pushing out her breasts and pussy mound so he could
savagely manipulate them both at will. The constant grinding fingers against her clitoris
became relentless, forcing her to capitulate, forcing unwanted sensations, forcing her to
wield to his determination to make her cum in his hands.
An orgasm, small, quite insignificant came and went, but frustratingly a gush of juices
followed, lubricating instantly, allowing access against previously closed and unyielding
labia. Fingers, many fingers pushed and shoved their way inside, groping about menacingly,
aggressively, pulling Karen’s besieged vagina this way, then that. He dug his thumbnail
into her clitoris, trapping it against the tip of a finger and squeezed. Karen howled in
pain.
Suddenly released from his torture and that choking tie, he pushed her forward. Arms and
hands splayed across the desk, desperate to keep her face away from the hard and cold
mahogany. He grabbed between her legs, grabbing pathetically soft and sensitive skin. His
fist clenched, hauling Karen’s ass high into the air.
“What’s that?”
At first, it didn’t register. It was cold, numbingly cold and spread quickly, easily
across her bum. Fingers, slippery, long, unstoppable, pushed, poking, prodding,
penetrating, a little at first, then one of them shot straight in, a long way in. The
finger fucked at her bum hole, ramming in and out, turning, rotating, before releasing her
to collect more lubricant and ram back inside aggressively and without any resistance.
Karen’s mind was in shock, her body was in shock, and she didn’t know what was happening
to her. All she knew was that the violation to her body was absolute. He kicked her foot.
It didn’t respond.
“Move it!” He grunted, kicking her quite hard. Karen’s stance widened. He kicked again
and again, until she stood there bent over the desk, legs as wide open as possible, a
finger from one hand ramming itself freely inside her backside, while another three tore
into her vagina, slippery and fully lubricated, they stretched her so wide, she thought it
would tear. Once again, it was relentless, energetic, unforgiving, so rapid that the
friction, damningly made her body obey. Karen’s orgasm was almost undetectable against the
torrent of abuse she received at the hands of Mr Hide.
Released from the torment, Karen howled tears of absolute degradation into the desk.
Then she felt it, large, hot, bulbous, and prodding against her damaged anus. Karen bit
deeply at her thumb. It made no difference. A rod of steel forced its way in, first a
little, pushing apart a painful, surrendered sphincter, then inch after inch, Karen’s back
passage filled with his erection. He didn’t stop until every part of him was inside her.
Mark Saunders, Karen’s boss, fucked her ass with the finesse of a drunken virgin. Karen
had never known such pain. By the time he withdrew and spun her almost lifeless body
around, Karen was almost unconscious. With her back firmly on the desk, he pulled her legs
up and wide open. Now he had choice. Should he fuck her pussy or ass? He decided to let
fate take its course and pushed himself at her. His erection pushed. Karen’s battered anus
surrendered easily.
It took only minutes, a few devastating minutes, during which he rammed and jerked,
fucking in a mindless, urgent orgy of pure unabated lust. Once more, he had no control
over the endless stream of saliva that erupted from his mouth. This time, Karen could see
it dribbling all over his face. His chin shone under the artificial lighting.
A combination of excitement and overwhelming sensations caused by the warming lubricant
and the tightness of Karen’s back passage made him cum in a flurry of swear words.
Obviously, he wanted this to last longer.
His wilting erection slipped away from an anus now permanently enlarged. In his anger,
he hauled her from the desk and made her kneel in front of him.
“Lick it clean!” He demanded.
Karen didn’t move, rigid, horrified.
“Lick it clean or I will wallop your backside again!”
Mark, grabbing at what little hair Karen had left, slapped her face hard.
“Lick it clean!” He screamed, pushing his penis to her mouth.
Again, he slapped her face, Karen’s mouth opened. His semi-erection pushed inside.
“Suck!”
Karen’s lips closed. His hips moved back and fore. She tasted her own shit. So repulsed,
deep inside a trigger was pulled. A button was firmly and irreversibly pressed. The lights
simply went out.
Karen resolved to kill herself. What other choice did she have? This was the ultimate
degradation. She could steep no lower. There was simply no other way out of this. Slowly,
bit by bit, he was killing her anyway. Killing herself, denying him his sick pleasures,
was the only way she could defend herself and get some pay back.
As with last night, Mark quietly dressed himself and sat at his desk, with pen poised,
ready to do some work.
“That will be all Karen! Have a nice evening!”
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