Just Another Day at the Office (8 page)

She was a shuddering, heated mass of nerves, blubbering on the cum and softening cock in her mouth.

Finally, the men pulled their dicks free from her, and Jayson’s blows with the flogger slowed and softened, until they were just little thuds against her tits. They lifted the thing her head was strapped into back in place as it had been earlier, and then six hands were rubbing all over her aching flesh, soothing her.

“That was so fucking hot, baby,” Jayson murmured by her head as he unstrapped the gag holding her mouth open. As soon as it was out, she worked her jaw and moaned at the sensation of being able to move it again. She finally swallowed the last of the cum as he pulled her blindfold off.

She blinked for a minute in the bright light. Finally she realized that it wasn’t just so bright in her head as a result of her climax, but the brightness was in the actual room, wherever she was. “Is that a spotlight?” she croaked.

Jayson chuckled. He was laughing at her, damn him.

Granted, after being thoroughly fucked by two complete strangers while Jayson freaking flogged her, that seemed an odd thing to be the first thing out of her mouth.

“Yeah, it’s a spotlight,” he finally answered. Then he pointed to a corner of the unfamiliar room, with everything draped in red and black silks, with black walls…and the contraption she was strapped to in the center. “We needed better light so we could film it well. See the camera up there?”

She squinted, but then saw a red, blinking light up where he indicated. “You filmed me being fucked by two strangers while you whipped me?” The croak was gone, replaced by outrage.

“Russ asked us all to get some footage this week, so we can piece together some ads for Toyz ‘R Us. I’m sure you’ll see all of the fine print about that in your contract, if you look it over better.” While he talked, as calm as could be, he loosened the straps holding her head in place, where she could move at least that. “There’s another camera over there by Trent—” he pointed to the side of the room where another huge, nude man was reaching into a refrigerator and freezer and winking over his shoulder at her— “whose cock you just sucked, and a third camera’s next to the door over here.” With that, he pointed to the other side of the room, where it was still filming, directed straight at her gaping pussy and ass.

A silky, red couch was beside the door, and a third naked man, somehow even bigger than the other two, was sitting on it. Trent tossed him a beer.

“That’s Pete,” Jayson said.

He opened his beer and took a chug, then swallowed and let out a long hiss-like sigh. “Your cunt is insanely tight.”

She felt a blush hit her cheeks, but she should be more angry than embarrassed. Whatever it was she was feeling, more tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t say anything. What could she say? She’d been used like a toy, like a sexual object that only existed for their pleasure, and she’d gotten off on it.

Even if she tried to object now, she couldn’t undo what had already been done. She couldn’t even control what was yet to happen, since there were three of them and they were all stronger than her by a mile, not to mention the fact that she was still completely immobilized on this table thing.

Well, plus her car was broken down somewhere. And she hadn’t worn much of anything, and what little she had worn—other than the heels—had been taken from her and put God only knew where.

Chelsea was essentially a prisoner.

When her tears started again, Jayson knew that the reality of it all was starting to sink in for Chelsea. It was all overwhelming her, and that was precisely what he’d wanted. In fact, he wanted to overwhelm her even more, make her feel more helpless and more a victim to her body’s own responses. Things couldn’t be more perfect for what he had planned.

He moved down between her legs and worked the butt plug free. She winced with each movement, trying to shift away from his fingers, but her bonds wouldn’t allow her to move so much as an inch. When it popped free, her hole was so gloriously stretched, it took all of his restraint to keep from fucking her then and there.

Instead, he pulled out the snake and started working it inside her.

Now, she wriggled and squirmed more than ever. “Oh, hell. What’s that?”

He pressed it in another inch, and the next rounded silicone ball was swallowed by her sphincter. “It’s the snake. Remember, we’re testing products?” Another wiggle. Another inch. Another ball disappeared inside her.

It was a solid eleven inches long, with balls of varying circumference placed at random intervals. The orgasm she’d have when he pulled it out? Definitely something they needed to get on film. Jayson imagined it would be the highlight of the ad promotion Russ would put together. And he couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to film her. Her pale skin showed up brilliantly against all of the black and red under the spotlights.

She kept whimpering each time he’d press another ball of the snake up her rectum. She definitely wasn’t relaxing, which only made inserting the thing more painful for her. Jayson leaned over and sucked her clit between his lips, lapping at it with his tongue.

That was all it took. She climaxed again, and her whole body either tensed or relaxed—but she relaxed her asshole enough that he pressed the snake the rest of the way up inside her. A string at the base fell out of her hole, looking like a tail, and her sphincter closed around it.

Trent brought over a bowl of ice, and then Pete joined them both. They each took cubes in both hands and started rubbing it over Chelsea’s overheated body.

She hissed in a breath when the ice came down on her skin. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Cooling you off for a bit.”

Her skin was so hot all over that the cubes melted quickly. Trent rubbed them over the pink and red marks on her breasts Jayson’s flogger had left until the cubes disappeared. Then he took two more and held them directly over her swollen, taut nipples.

While he was doing that, Pete had been running cubes over her belly and her legs. Jayson, meanwhile, had chosen to load Chelsea’s cunt with ice, stuffing her so full of the stuff you could see it pressing up against her abdomen. Now he held a cube on her clit the same way Trent was doing with her tits. With his other hand, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her ass, pressing the balls of the snake up against the hard ice cubes filling her pussy and wiggling them around.

She thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering and cussing at them, alternately.

By the time they’d gone through half the bowl of ice and a steady stream of water was dripping from her body, most notably from her pussy, he figured she’d had enough for now.

The doorbell rang. Pizza delivery. Perfect timing, just as planned.

“Ready for lunch, boys?” They’d need to refuel for round two, after all.

Pete and Trent took a seat on the couch and picked up their beers again, and Jayson went to the door. Damian, a former linebacker, stood there with three pizza boxes.

“I take it I’m just in time,” he said, without even blinking at Jayson’s nudity.

“She’s all ready for you.” Jayson took the pizza, and Damian went ahead of him into the studio. He sat down between Trent and Pete to watch the show.

Damian dropped his pants as soon as he got in the room, and Chelsea’s eyes about bugged out of her head.

“Who is he?” she nearly shrieked. She wriggled and squirmed, but she was no match for the tight belts holding her in place, not even with a healthy dose of panic. “You seriously aren’t going to let another stranger fuck me, are you?”

And really, Jayson couldn’t blame her totally. As tight as her cunt was, and as much as she’d already had to stretch to accommodate Jayson and Pete and the dildos, he imagined the size of Damian’s big, black cock was terrifying.

Jayson took out a slice of pizza and took a bite of it. After he swallowed, he said, “Damian, meet Chelsea. Chelsea, meet Damian. More importantly, Chelsea’s cunt, meet Damian’s cock.”

Her tears fell in earnest now.

Damian didn’t start with his cock though. He bent down between her wide-spread thighs and used his tongue in her, slurping up the last of the melting ice combined with her juices. Then he abraded her swollen pussy lips with his teeth, nibbling a trail up to her reddened, abused clit.

The ice had to have numbed her somewhat, but still she was crying out with each bite.

He picked up an extra-large condom and slipped it in place, and then he hefted himself up onto the table, hooking his massive thighs around hers in a way that put added pressure on her rope restraints. He leaned over her and braced his arms on either side of her petite frame.

Chelsea’s eyes were huge, wide. Her lips trembled.

Without any further preamble, Damian thrust his enormous cock deep inside her cunt, bringing his mouth down to kiss her as he buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke.

The kiss didn’t do much to muffle the volume of her scream, though. There was an edge of pain in her scream, without a doubt. But her legs were twitching so hard from the force of her orgasm she kicked one of her heels off.

Even as he ate, watching the show before him, Jayson stroked his cock.

Damian was fucking her so hard, his thrusts were so wild, so animalistic, so rough, that the entire table shook from the force of it. Jayson had never seen anything like it, and he’d used that table countless times before to fuck chicks on. It was solid oak. Bolted to the floor.

Damian had stopped kissing her and was now using his mouth—his teeth, more specifically—on her tits, biting into her and pulling his head back, stretching her nipples back before shaking his head like a rabid dog.

And still, Chelsea’s legs twitched and she screamed and moaned and groaned and begged for more and gasped for air with each pounding stroke.

That’s right. She was begging for it.

“Oh, fuck! Please don’t stop. Please keep fucking me.” Her words were halting, punctuated by Damian’s sharp thrusts into her cunt.

Time to change up the game.

Jayson had had more than enough to eat. He set his pizza aside and moved over to stand beside them, with Pete and Trent right behind him. Damian took the hint and shot his load inside her, then climbed off of her.

Chelsea whimpered at the loss.

“Thanks for letting me fuck her, man.” It didn’t take Damian long to put his clothes back on and let himself out.

After watching him leave, she turned her head and looked at Jayson, her eyes filled with tears and confusion and lust and need—she was ready for anything.

He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him and nowhere else. “You want to be fucked more?”

“God, yes.”

He clamped his free hand down on her breast in a ruthless grip. “Slut.”

Pete slapped her other breast several times, watching it jiggle before striking it again. Trent had picked up a crop on his way over and started snapping the leather end repeatedly over her clit.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth, and new tears filled her eyes.

“Beg for it,” Jayson ordered her. “Beg us to fuck you.”

Chelsea let a tear fall. “Please, fuck me, Jayson.”

He tightened his grip in her hair and on her tit. “All of us. Beg all three of us to fuck you.”

She tried to shake her head, tried to deny she wanted it. Trent smacked her clit harder than he had to that point, and she let out a guttural moan.

Her voice dropped to little more than a groan, ragged and distressed and thoroughly overcome. “Please, all three of you fuck me.” She was shaking beneath their ministrations, trembling with sexual need.

Jayson started to knead her breast, then stopped to pinch and twist her nipple. Pete did the same, and Trent slid the leather tip of the crop over her clit, massaging it with an intense pressure.

“That’s still not good enough, Chelsea.” He pulled her tit up between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it as high as he could until it snapped free from his grip and fell back into place, ignoring her shout. “Beg us to fuck you in every hole, or we’re going to walk out of here and leave you just like you are.”