Lucy gasped as her tits were
squashed against the freezing window-pane, each thrust from the cock
skewering her arse shoving her harder against the window, her fingers
scrabbling to keep hold of the window-frame, the glass rattling and
shuddering as he fucked her harder. In the busy street outside, buses
rattled past at window-height, commuters and late-night shoppers
hurried on their way, only the darkness of the room hiding Lucy from
their horrified stares.
As he dug his fingertips sharply into
the soft flesh of her hips and hauled her off the window, Lucy sighed
with relief, squirming on his cock and moaning softly to herself. But
Lucy’s moans turned to terrified whimpers as he leaned over her to
raise the window-sash, thrusting Lucy head-first through the window and
then bringing the sash down again, trapping her. Lucy struggled
frantically, her toes scrabbling for a foothold, the window-sill
digging into her belly, her tits swaying heavily beneath her, hair
streaming down, partially covering her scarlet face. She wanted to
scream and scream and beg him to stop but no one had seen her yet – if
only she could stay silent, maybe no one would see…
At that
moment a bus pulled up level with Lucy, its windows lit up, the
upstairs seats filled with teenage schoolboys. They hooted and pointed
and banged on the windows, taking pictures with their camera phones
while Lucy wept and writhed on his pounding cock. As the bus pulled
away, people in the street, attracted by the commotion, began to stop
and look up. Some stared, open-mouthed, more camera phones appeared,
the patrons of a local pub spilled out onto the pavement, drinks still
in hand, and began jeering and cat-calling, their cries gradually
turning into a chant, “FUCK HER, FUCK HER, FUCK HER, FUCK HER…”
Every
time his cock stabbed into her guts Lucy’s whole body jerked and she
cried out, “AH, AH, AH, AH…” in time with the chanting mob. Every
thrust toppled her further over the window-sill, her feet kicking in
mid-air now, only the cock she was impaled on stopping her from
falling. As she was shoved yet further out, Lucy gasped as suddenly her
swollen clit rubbed against the window-sill. She threw her head back,
panic-stricken eyes wide, trembling lips parted, face streaked with
tears and groaned as she wriggled her hips against the rough stone of
the sill, sending thrilling electric crackles of sensation through her
whole body. The mob jeered louder, some spraying her with stale beer
but Lucy was oblivious, nothing existed for her now except her clit,
the window-sill and the merciless cock buried deep in her arse.
As
Lucy writhed and screwed the cock deeper into her she felt it twitch
and jerk then hot spunk gushed into her guts, filling her achingly,
painfully full. With a desperate wailing howl Lucy came, thrashing and
jerking in mid air, the chanting and shouting buzzing, meaninglessly in
her ears. She was barely conscious of the cock slipping from her gaping
hole, spunk dripping from it. She was oblivious to the window being
raised, but she felt herself start to fall, rough arms from the mob
reaching up to her. Eyes and mouth wide in a terrified scream, body
arching and thrashing in the air, jerking and cumming as she fell, Lucy
plummeted down…
* * *
It’s gloomy early evening as Lucy
totters down the North London street, unsteady on five-inch heels, arms
wrapped tightly round her body to fend off the chill air, her filmy,
slip-like summer dress no protection from the turn the night weather
has taken and the first drops of freezing rain.
Then she hears
him behind her talking on his phone. “I’m going to be late, yes I know
it’s just down the road but it’s been one of those days, head all over
the place…and in any case, I’m walking behind the girl I emailed the
other day and I’m tempted to fuck her brains out.”
Lucy
faltered, looking to left and right but there are no other women on
this deserted street. She’s far from the big houses of North London,
deep in the seedy world of litter-strewn streets filled with kebab
shops and taxi firms. The rain clouds have turned the sky black and his
footsteps are getting closer. She walks faster, rain falling hard now,
soaking her dress and moulding it to the contours of her body. She
breaks into a trot and he watches appreciatively as her buttocks roll
and jiggle.
Suddenly she slips on the wet paving stone and
tumbles to her knees, bag falling from her arm, its contents scattering
across the street. He bends as though to help her, wrapping his hand
firmly round her upper arm and wrenches her to her feet, propelling
her, half stumbling, into an alley. Lucy struggles in his grip, winded
from her fall, unable to summon the breath to scream. He tosses her to
the ground, still holding the edge of her dress as she falls. It rips
from her body and he flings it away.
Lucy lies shivering and
naked but for her shoes, curled in a ball at his feet, covering her
breasts with her hands, eyes tight shut, lips parted, panting. He
slides his fingers through her damp hair, wrapping it round his fist
and hauls her up onto her knees. For a second she looks up at him, blue
eyes wide with panic, lips trembling on the edge of tears. He unzips
his cock and it falls heavily from his trousers. Slipping his thumb
into her mouth he prises her jaws open and shoves his cock inside.
She
gags and chokes at first, tipping her head back as he forces it deeper,
clawing at his thighs and struggling against him. But slowly,
gradually, Lucy begins to suck, pressing her tongue against the
underside of his shaft, sliding her lips along its length, fluttering
the tip of her tongue across its head, licking into its slit and
tasting the first drop of spunk. She gazes up at him again, eyelids
narcotically heavy, eyelashes fluttering, moaning softly into his cock
as she sucks harder.
He withdraws his cock and Lucy whimpers,
leaning forward to flick her tongue one last time across its tip. He
slaps her face and she gasps and falls onto her hands and knees. He
grips the back of her neck and shoves her face to the ground, her arse
exposed, high in the air with her thighs wide apart. With a single
savage thrust he buries his cock in Lucy's dripping cunt, her scream
muffled as her face is pushed further into the muddy puddle of
rainwater that’s gathered in the alley. She writhes in his grip,
spluttering and coughing filthy rainwater as he rams her with his cock,
her cunt squelching and slurping it up as she groans and wriggles and
pushes back against his hips.
He withdraws again and flips Lucy
onto her back, her ankles over his shoulders, juice dribbling from her
gaping cunt down the crack of her arse, making it slick and slippery.
He spits in the palm of his hand and rubs it along the shaft of his
cock as she whimpers and helplessly tries to push him away. The head of
his cock pops inside Lucy's tight puckered arsehole and she howls,
throwing her head back, titties heaving as she pants, sobbing as he
screws his cock deeper, leaning in hard over her, bending her double.
He
begins to fuck, pushing Lucy's fragile body across the filthy alley
with each thrust until she’s shoved up against the slimy alley wall,
her head banging against it, eyes glazed, cheeks streaked with mascara.
With a bellow he shoots his spunk into her arsehole, pulling his cock
out to spray the last drops across Lucy's face. Feebly she opens her
mouth and he slides his cock in, moaning as she laps it clean. Looking
down he sees cold spunk dribble from her arsehole, her body pale with
cold, bruised and sated.
As he pulls his cock from her mouth for
the last time Lucy slumps half-conscious. He looks up and down the
alley and spots a series of dumpsters. He lifts the lid of the nearest
then hauls her up and over his shoulder where she hangs lifeless. With
a shove he tosses Lucy over the edge and she tumbles through layers of
wet cardboard and rotting vegetables into the pool of putrid water at
the bottom. Lucy's fingers slide into her slit and weakly rub her
throbbing clit as she listens to his footsteps echo away.
On the
street, the contents of Lucy's bag are still littering the gutter. He
takes the money and cards from her purse and looks through the text
messages on her phone. Anxious friends wondering where she’s got to,
her mother looking forward to Sunday, a saucy text from a boyfriend. As
he walks away he sends her one more text.
“Thanks, sweetie”.
* * *
Lucy stepped through the curtains
into the private room wearing her work uniform of oiled, thigh-high
five-inch-heel leather boots and a tiny sequinned thong. Stepping onto
the dais, she scanned the room but as usual could see little. The
lights shone brightly in her eyes, angled to illuminate her and her
reflections in the mirrors on every wall, but to keep in darkness the
group of men sitting on a circular padded sofa surrounding her stage on
all sides. There were maybe five of six of them this time, she wasn’t
sure, but she knew they’d paid well for a private show and so she
dutifully smiled and, as the music began she started her dance…
There was no actual dancing involved, Lucy just gyrated round her pole, sliding her body against it, bending and rubbing the crack of her arse against it as her tits swayed in the faces of the strangers. She slid her hands along the backs of her thighs and up over her buttocks, giving one of them a slap that started it wobbling. Then she slid her hands up to her tits, squeezing them as she licked the pole. Climbing it now, hand over fist with her legs wrapped around it until she reached the top. Lucy spread her legs wide, shuddering as she slid down the pole, her clit tingling. The men began to reach forward, slipping £50 notes into her thong. Each time she smiled a bright, insincere smile and said, “Thank you”.
When she judged they’d given all they would, Lucy flicked each note in turn from her thong and bent at the waist, thighs parted while she snapped the notes shut in her purse. Then, slowly she slid the thong over her thighs, stepping neatly out from it as she straightened up. Again she circled the stage, gyrating to the music, bending and stretching and trailing one finger tip through her shaved pussy lips. She held her hand out to one of the strangers and he sucked it clean. Then Lucy was climbing the pole again, legs parted wide, smearing it with her cunt juices as she slid up and down, back arched and head thrown back she hauled herself up again by her aching arms, rubbing her clit against the cold steel, shuddering and screaming as she came.
Now it was time for what they’d really paid their money for. As Lucy slid back down to the stage she found a throbbing cock waiting for her. She slid right down onto it, impaling herself totally and straddling the prone stranger. Hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and pushed her forwards as a cock, slick with spit, forced is way into her puckered arsehole. Lucy squealed and wriggled, screwing it in deeper. A firm hand gripped her chin, raising it to a waiting cock that pressed against her lips. Lucy tipped her head back, gulping it down into her throat until she felt tight balls resting on her chin. She groped in the dark and each hand found a stiff cock, wrapping firmly round their shafts, wanking them towards her face.
Lucy groaned deeply as the cocks began to thrust, her cunt and arse stretched painfully wide, gagging and choking on the cock that fucked her face. Occasionally she let it slide from her throat and switched her attention to one of the cocks in her fists, swallowing it deeply and sucking it for a minute, her hands busy on the waiting cocks, before switching again. As they fucked her faster and harder with brutal jabs, Lucy began to buck on their cocks, thrust up their lengths then slamming back down with a gasp, each thrust forcing her onto the cock in her throat, her tits bouncing and juddering as she moaned and twisted.
Lucy screamed as she felt hot spunk flood her arse, her screams muffled by the cock in her throat, vibrating along its shaft. It spurted hot cum deep into her belly and she spluttered and gagged, cum dribbling down her chin as the cock in her right hand sprayed her heaving tits with spunk until it dripped from her nipples, trickling down her belly. The cock in her cunt jerked twice then spat its cum into her quivering cunt as Lucy let the cock slip from her mouth. A fist grabbed her hair and held her head still as the cock slipped from her left hand and was aimed at her face. Lucy gazed up at the man towering above her but could see nothing except a dark shadow against a glare of lights. His cock splattered her lips and cheeks with spunk, it sprayed, stinging, into her eyes and up her nose until her face was a dripping mask of spunk.
He let go of her hair and Lucy slumped heavily to the floor, arms and legs spread wide, body caked with cold spunk, dribbling from her cunt and arse. As they left, a few of the men tossed some more bank notes at Lucy’s prone body, £5 this time and they stuck to her skin.
There was no actual dancing involved, Lucy just gyrated round her pole, sliding her body against it, bending and rubbing the crack of her arse against it as her tits swayed in the faces of the strangers. She slid her hands along the backs of her thighs and up over her buttocks, giving one of them a slap that started it wobbling. Then she slid her hands up to her tits, squeezing them as she licked the pole. Climbing it now, hand over fist with her legs wrapped around it until she reached the top. Lucy spread her legs wide, shuddering as she slid down the pole, her clit tingling. The men began to reach forward, slipping £50 notes into her thong. Each time she smiled a bright, insincere smile and said, “Thank you”.
When she judged they’d given all they would, Lucy flicked each note in turn from her thong and bent at the waist, thighs parted while she snapped the notes shut in her purse. Then, slowly she slid the thong over her thighs, stepping neatly out from it as she straightened up. Again she circled the stage, gyrating to the music, bending and stretching and trailing one finger tip through her shaved pussy lips. She held her hand out to one of the strangers and he sucked it clean. Then Lucy was climbing the pole again, legs parted wide, smearing it with her cunt juices as she slid up and down, back arched and head thrown back she hauled herself up again by her aching arms, rubbing her clit against the cold steel, shuddering and screaming as she came.
Now it was time for what they’d really paid their money for. As Lucy slid back down to the stage she found a throbbing cock waiting for her. She slid right down onto it, impaling herself totally and straddling the prone stranger. Hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and pushed her forwards as a cock, slick with spit, forced is way into her puckered arsehole. Lucy squealed and wriggled, screwing it in deeper. A firm hand gripped her chin, raising it to a waiting cock that pressed against her lips. Lucy tipped her head back, gulping it down into her throat until she felt tight balls resting on her chin. She groped in the dark and each hand found a stiff cock, wrapping firmly round their shafts, wanking them towards her face.
Lucy groaned deeply as the cocks began to thrust, her cunt and arse stretched painfully wide, gagging and choking on the cock that fucked her face. Occasionally she let it slide from her throat and switched her attention to one of the cocks in her fists, swallowing it deeply and sucking it for a minute, her hands busy on the waiting cocks, before switching again. As they fucked her faster and harder with brutal jabs, Lucy began to buck on their cocks, thrust up their lengths then slamming back down with a gasp, each thrust forcing her onto the cock in her throat, her tits bouncing and juddering as she moaned and twisted.
Lucy screamed as she felt hot spunk flood her arse, her screams muffled by the cock in her throat, vibrating along its shaft. It spurted hot cum deep into her belly and she spluttered and gagged, cum dribbling down her chin as the cock in her right hand sprayed her heaving tits with spunk until it dripped from her nipples, trickling down her belly. The cock in her cunt jerked twice then spat its cum into her quivering cunt as Lucy let the cock slip from her mouth. A fist grabbed her hair and held her head still as the cock slipped from her left hand and was aimed at her face. Lucy gazed up at the man towering above her but could see nothing except a dark shadow against a glare of lights. His cock splattered her lips and cheeks with spunk, it sprayed, stinging, into her eyes and up her nose until her face was a dripping mask of spunk.
He let go of her hair and Lucy slumped heavily to the floor, arms and legs spread wide, body caked with cold spunk, dribbling from her cunt and arse. As they left, a few of the men tossed some more bank notes at Lucy’s prone body, £5 this time and they stuck to her skin.
* * *
Lucy opened her eyes as he kissed
her and glimpsed the driver’s eyes in the mirror watching as his hand
snaked up her nylon-clad thigh, lifting the hem of her dress, revealing
pale flesh and stocking top. The driver’s eyes flicked away guiltily
and Lucy closed hers again and felt the hand slide between her legs,
one finger stroking her damp knickers. She moaned quietly into his
mouth, sucking on his tongue as it forced its way between her lips, one
hand gripping his hair, pulling him towards her, the other tracing his
spine beneath his shirt.
He guided her hand to the bulge in his trousers and Lucy held her breath for a second as she felt the hot, hard muscle throbbing against her palm. She gently pressed a fingernail against it, running it up and down his shaft, making him tremble. The flash of headlights filled the cab and there was a screech as the car they belonged to swerved, its driver leaning on the horn. Lucy tumbled sideways on the seat as the taxi skidded back into its lane. He bent over her, tugging her knickers roughly down over her thighs. Lucy glanced up at the driver again but could only see the back of his neck now. The light in the cab changed as it turned off the sodium-lit motorway into the dimly lit industrial back streets of the city.
He parted her thighs and gazed for a moment at her split pussy, its delicate folds glinting with juice, the tip of her clit peeping out between them, flushed dark and stiff with excitement. Then he reached back and banged on the window that separated them from the driver. “Pull in by the railway arches.” The taxi turned down a narrow, broken-down cobbled street, past derelict warehouses and stagnant canals, drawing up in the shadow of the grimy Victorian arches. The only light here was from the moon, the dashboard and the tip of the driver’s cigarette as he drew on it nervously.
He yanked Lucy’s dress up over her head in one swift movement. Lucy squealed and covered her breasts with her hands. Then he unwound the side window and lifted Lucy’s ankle over the edge, winding it back up again until her ankle was trapped, her foot in its five-inch-heel stiletto wriggling in mid air. Then he unwound the other side window and trapped Lucy’s other foot, her trembling thighs stretched achingly wide, the cold night air striking Lucy’s wide open cunt. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled Lucy’s damp knickers into a ball and prised her lips open, stuffing the inside her mouth until she gagged on them.
The driver adjusted his mirror for a better view as Lucy’s cunt stretched around the thick cock. She wrapped her arms around him, eyes bright with glee as she realised that in this position every inch of his cock was going to rub against her clit with each stroke. Lucy was cumming almost as soon as he began, lunging into her with unforgiving thrusts, nailing her to the seat and rocking the cab and slapping his body against Lucy’s as she squealed and gasped through her gag, writhing impaled on his furious cock. Lucy drummed her hands against the roof of the cab, howling and throwing her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, barely subsiding before it rose again, jerking her body back and forth, weakening as he kept fucking her and she kept cumming. Lucy began to sob as she came for the fourth, fifth, sixth time, her clit so painful now, her cunt bruised, her ankles aching, she began to beg him to finish it, to cum in her, to bathe her tortured cunt in his spunk.
With a roar he blasted his hot spunk into her then let her go, slumped back on the seat, exhausted.
After a moment he wound down the windows to release Lucy’s bruised ankles and she sat, rubbing them gently, dazed and listening to the murmur of voices as he stood outside, smoking and talking to the taxi driver.
“Lucy, the meter’s still running, do you have any money on you to pay the fare, I haven’t got a penny.” Lucy sat up rigid. He knew she didn’t have any money. That was why she’d accepted his offer of a taxi ride home…
“Well the driver wants paying so it looks like you’re going to have to find a way of doing it.”
On her knees by the side of the canal, Lucy choked as the driver forced his cock into her throat. From the corner of her eye she could see the lit cigarette end inside the warm taxi where he sat, watching them both. Lucy dug her nails into the driver’s thighs, trying to push him back, to push his cock from her mouth, but he slid one hand behind her head and the other under her chin, holding her head locked solid as he fucked her face brutally. It only lasted a few seconds, his cock jerked and spat and he pulled it out, wiping it on Lucy’s hair. She bent over, wretching and spitting his cold spunk onto the ground.
Lucy’s head jerked up suddenly as she heard the taxi engine start up. She struggled to her feet but her legs were stiff and cold and she stumbled on the greasy cobbles as its headlights swept across her naked, shivering body and away down the narrow street, leaving Lucy behind. As cold rain began to fall and the wind whistled round the derelict landscape, Lucy stumbled down the narrow canal path, blind with tears.
He guided her hand to the bulge in his trousers and Lucy held her breath for a second as she felt the hot, hard muscle throbbing against her palm. She gently pressed a fingernail against it, running it up and down his shaft, making him tremble. The flash of headlights filled the cab and there was a screech as the car they belonged to swerved, its driver leaning on the horn. Lucy tumbled sideways on the seat as the taxi skidded back into its lane. He bent over her, tugging her knickers roughly down over her thighs. Lucy glanced up at the driver again but could only see the back of his neck now. The light in the cab changed as it turned off the sodium-lit motorway into the dimly lit industrial back streets of the city.
He parted her thighs and gazed for a moment at her split pussy, its delicate folds glinting with juice, the tip of her clit peeping out between them, flushed dark and stiff with excitement. Then he reached back and banged on the window that separated them from the driver. “Pull in by the railway arches.” The taxi turned down a narrow, broken-down cobbled street, past derelict warehouses and stagnant canals, drawing up in the shadow of the grimy Victorian arches. The only light here was from the moon, the dashboard and the tip of the driver’s cigarette as he drew on it nervously.
He yanked Lucy’s dress up over her head in one swift movement. Lucy squealed and covered her breasts with her hands. Then he unwound the side window and lifted Lucy’s ankle over the edge, winding it back up again until her ankle was trapped, her foot in its five-inch-heel stiletto wriggling in mid air. Then he unwound the other side window and trapped Lucy’s other foot, her trembling thighs stretched achingly wide, the cold night air striking Lucy’s wide open cunt. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled Lucy’s damp knickers into a ball and prised her lips open, stuffing the inside her mouth until she gagged on them.
The driver adjusted his mirror for a better view as Lucy’s cunt stretched around the thick cock. She wrapped her arms around him, eyes bright with glee as she realised that in this position every inch of his cock was going to rub against her clit with each stroke. Lucy was cumming almost as soon as he began, lunging into her with unforgiving thrusts, nailing her to the seat and rocking the cab and slapping his body against Lucy’s as she squealed and gasped through her gag, writhing impaled on his furious cock. Lucy drummed her hands against the roof of the cab, howling and throwing her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, barely subsiding before it rose again, jerking her body back and forth, weakening as he kept fucking her and she kept cumming. Lucy began to sob as she came for the fourth, fifth, sixth time, her clit so painful now, her cunt bruised, her ankles aching, she began to beg him to finish it, to cum in her, to bathe her tortured cunt in his spunk.
With a roar he blasted his hot spunk into her then let her go, slumped back on the seat, exhausted.
After a moment he wound down the windows to release Lucy’s bruised ankles and she sat, rubbing them gently, dazed and listening to the murmur of voices as he stood outside, smoking and talking to the taxi driver.
“Lucy, the meter’s still running, do you have any money on you to pay the fare, I haven’t got a penny.” Lucy sat up rigid. He knew she didn’t have any money. That was why she’d accepted his offer of a taxi ride home…
“Well the driver wants paying so it looks like you’re going to have to find a way of doing it.”
On her knees by the side of the canal, Lucy choked as the driver forced his cock into her throat. From the corner of her eye she could see the lit cigarette end inside the warm taxi where he sat, watching them both. Lucy dug her nails into the driver’s thighs, trying to push him back, to push his cock from her mouth, but he slid one hand behind her head and the other under her chin, holding her head locked solid as he fucked her face brutally. It only lasted a few seconds, his cock jerked and spat and he pulled it out, wiping it on Lucy’s hair. She bent over, wretching and spitting his cold spunk onto the ground.
Lucy’s head jerked up suddenly as she heard the taxi engine start up. She struggled to her feet but her legs were stiff and cold and she stumbled on the greasy cobbles as its headlights swept across her naked, shivering body and away down the narrow street, leaving Lucy behind. As cold rain began to fall and the wind whistled round the derelict landscape, Lucy stumbled down the narrow canal path, blind with tears.
* * *
Lucy half-closed her eyes, head
thrown back, hips gyrating in time with the pounding music. She raised
her arms above her head, her tits straining against the thin fabric of
her top, her soft, deep cleavage wobbling happily. As she thrust her
belly rhythmically her belly button ring glittered and shook. And as
she spread her legs to wriggle her hips, her short skirt rose up over
her thighs, a glimpse of stocking top peeking from beneath the hem.
The dark room span around her in a confusion of flashing lights and thudding bass and the hot press of bodies. They leaned against her, a thigh touching hers, an arm brushing her breast, her bum briefly wriggling against an unknown body behind her. A strange hand pressed firmly against her belly, its little finger slipping inside her belly button ring, tugging gently pulling her towards him. Lucy followed, pushing and squeezing through the crowd. As they left the dance floor and the music faded Lucy found herself led down a dark corridor, twisting and turning, with endless doors. “Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole,” thought Lucy.
Suddenly he thrust her roughly through a door and Lucy stumbled, her five inch heels skittering across the tiled floor, and she landed on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. Dazedly looking around her, Lucy took in the Victorian gents toilets, their high tiled walls broken only by tiny frosted windows near the ceiling, the tiles themselves grimy and cracked, the dripping taps and flushing urinals echoing off the tiles. A single dim light hung from the ceiling and pools of filthy water collected on the floor. The room stank of stale piss and, standing at the urinals, backs turned but gazing, amazed, over their shoulders, stood a row of men.
The stranger grabbed Lucy’s arm and hauled her to her feet, dragging her into the nearest cubicle and locking the door. He bent her over at the waist, tugging her skirt up as Lucy gripped the toilet seat, and then ripped her knickers off, his fingers digging into the tops of Lucy’s thighs, spreading her cunt. Lucy bit her lip as she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy, she had no idea of its size, of its girth and she braced herself, spreading her legs wider for balance.
Lucy howled as it ripped into her and the men outside cheered and banged on the cubicle door. Grunting, the stranger forced it in deeper while Lucy jerked and twitched, writhing against his massive cock, groaning as he screwed it in deeper. He curled his fingers under the edge of her top and yanked it down, clutching at her swaying tits and squeezing them hard as he started to fuck her. Lucy gasped, squeaking with each thrust, his belly slapping against her arse and sometimes his hand too in sharp cracks that made her squeal and squirm. Outside the jeering men began to bang the cubicle door rhythmically in time with the fucking, the whole cubicle shuddering as they hollered and laughed.
As Lucy felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk inside her swollen cunt she knew he was close and she tried to slide one hand down to play with her throbbing clit, but he saw her and, with a brutal lunge of his cock he thrust her forward. Her balance gone, only one hand to brace with, Lucy slipped, her head tipping down into the toilet bowl. With her free hand she felt around desperately for something to grab hold of, to pull herself up again. As the first hot gush of cum flooded her cunt, Lucy caught hold of the toilet chain and water rushed roaring into the toilet bowl.
Lucy spluttered and coughed, struggling to lift her head as he laughed and grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her down while his cock spurted and spat deep inside her cunt and she grew limp in his grip. Finally, Lucy felt his cock slip from her gaping cunt, his cold spunk dribbling down her thighs, dripping onto the floor between her legs. She coughed weakly, spitting out water, trembling all over and she only slowly became aware that the door behind her was open. Lucy turned, slowly, and saw the doorway ringed by men, silent now, staring at her.
The next morning, the workmen chatted as they worked.
“Shame about this old place closing, I used to come here in the old days.”
“Still I hear they gave it a good send off last night.”
“That’s right – give me a hand with these shutters, we need to screw one over each of the ground floor windows, stop squatters getting in. Of course all these rooms, the ones that are underground – the kitchens, the toilets – they’re all going to be filled in with concrete, they’ll be the foundations of the new building.”
“So what’s the new building going to be?”
“Dunno, some kind of rape crisis centre for women I think.”
“Huh, they’re asking for it if you want my opinion.”
“Well I don’t, so get on with it.”
Lucy listened to their distant voices, her dry lips moving weakly but unable to form words. Her long hair was still knotted round a water pipe, her body slumped against the cold tile wall. Lucy’s face was caked in dried spunk, her eyelashes so matted with it she could barely open her eyes. Her lips were bruised and swollen and spunk plastered her hair. More cum coated her tits and belly and her nipples were swollen and dark. Lucy’s legs were splayed, her cunt pulpy and still glistening, her clit engorged and stiff. She sat in a puddle of stale piss from when some of the men had decided to clean her up a little and in the puddle there floated cigarette butts.
The room grew dark as the shutter was fixed to the window. Lucy listened to the whirr as the screws were fixed. She heard footsteps walk away. And alone in the dark she brushed her fingertips across her aching clit and sighed.
The dark room span around her in a confusion of flashing lights and thudding bass and the hot press of bodies. They leaned against her, a thigh touching hers, an arm brushing her breast, her bum briefly wriggling against an unknown body behind her. A strange hand pressed firmly against her belly, its little finger slipping inside her belly button ring, tugging gently pulling her towards him. Lucy followed, pushing and squeezing through the crowd. As they left the dance floor and the music faded Lucy found herself led down a dark corridor, twisting and turning, with endless doors. “Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole,” thought Lucy.
Suddenly he thrust her roughly through a door and Lucy stumbled, her five inch heels skittering across the tiled floor, and she landed on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. Dazedly looking around her, Lucy took in the Victorian gents toilets, their high tiled walls broken only by tiny frosted windows near the ceiling, the tiles themselves grimy and cracked, the dripping taps and flushing urinals echoing off the tiles. A single dim light hung from the ceiling and pools of filthy water collected on the floor. The room stank of stale piss and, standing at the urinals, backs turned but gazing, amazed, over their shoulders, stood a row of men.
The stranger grabbed Lucy’s arm and hauled her to her feet, dragging her into the nearest cubicle and locking the door. He bent her over at the waist, tugging her skirt up as Lucy gripped the toilet seat, and then ripped her knickers off, his fingers digging into the tops of Lucy’s thighs, spreading her cunt. Lucy bit her lip as she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy, she had no idea of its size, of its girth and she braced herself, spreading her legs wider for balance.
Lucy howled as it ripped into her and the men outside cheered and banged on the cubicle door. Grunting, the stranger forced it in deeper while Lucy jerked and twitched, writhing against his massive cock, groaning as he screwed it in deeper. He curled his fingers under the edge of her top and yanked it down, clutching at her swaying tits and squeezing them hard as he started to fuck her. Lucy gasped, squeaking with each thrust, his belly slapping against her arse and sometimes his hand too in sharp cracks that made her squeal and squirm. Outside the jeering men began to bang the cubicle door rhythmically in time with the fucking, the whole cubicle shuddering as they hollered and laughed.
As Lucy felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk inside her swollen cunt she knew he was close and she tried to slide one hand down to play with her throbbing clit, but he saw her and, with a brutal lunge of his cock he thrust her forward. Her balance gone, only one hand to brace with, Lucy slipped, her head tipping down into the toilet bowl. With her free hand she felt around desperately for something to grab hold of, to pull herself up again. As the first hot gush of cum flooded her cunt, Lucy caught hold of the toilet chain and water rushed roaring into the toilet bowl.
Lucy spluttered and coughed, struggling to lift her head as he laughed and grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her down while his cock spurted and spat deep inside her cunt and she grew limp in his grip. Finally, Lucy felt his cock slip from her gaping cunt, his cold spunk dribbling down her thighs, dripping onto the floor between her legs. She coughed weakly, spitting out water, trembling all over and she only slowly became aware that the door behind her was open. Lucy turned, slowly, and saw the doorway ringed by men, silent now, staring at her.
The next morning, the workmen chatted as they worked.
“Shame about this old place closing, I used to come here in the old days.”
“Still I hear they gave it a good send off last night.”
“That’s right – give me a hand with these shutters, we need to screw one over each of the ground floor windows, stop squatters getting in. Of course all these rooms, the ones that are underground – the kitchens, the toilets – they’re all going to be filled in with concrete, they’ll be the foundations of the new building.”
“So what’s the new building going to be?”
“Dunno, some kind of rape crisis centre for women I think.”
“Huh, they’re asking for it if you want my opinion.”
“Well I don’t, so get on with it.”
Lucy listened to their distant voices, her dry lips moving weakly but unable to form words. Her long hair was still knotted round a water pipe, her body slumped against the cold tile wall. Lucy’s face was caked in dried spunk, her eyelashes so matted with it she could barely open her eyes. Her lips were bruised and swollen and spunk plastered her hair. More cum coated her tits and belly and her nipples were swollen and dark. Lucy’s legs were splayed, her cunt pulpy and still glistening, her clit engorged and stiff. She sat in a puddle of stale piss from when some of the men had decided to clean her up a little and in the puddle there floated cigarette butts.
The room grew dark as the shutter was fixed to the window. Lucy listened to the whirr as the screws were fixed. She heard footsteps walk away. And alone in the dark she brushed her fingertips across her aching clit and sighed.
* * *
Lucy wriggled her hands, trying
to ease them in the handcuffs that clamped them firmly behind her back,
self-conscious in the bright lights of the police station among the
drunks in her flimsy party frock with its plunging neckline and floaty
hem that skirted her stocking tops.
“This one was at twice the limit doing 60 in a 30 mile-an-hour zone. She’s chosen the on-the-spot punishment over the court appearance.”
“Okay, take her down with the others.”
The police constable gripped her arm, wrenching it roughly as he propelled her through the doors and down the echoing concrete stairwell. Lucy stumbled on her high heels and he hauled her to her feet again, before a vast metal door. Taking a key from a chain on his belt he unlocked the door and slowly it swung opened with a rusty groan.
Lucy froze, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth open, the colour draining from her face when she saw the room. It was a windowless, featureless room with two other occupants, both young women, both naked and frightened-looking. A slim red-head was suspended from the ceiling, leather belts strapped around her wrists and ankles, her back arched, her breasts trembling beneath her body. Her mouth was gagged, lips stretched wide around a ball, straps buckled round her head. Monstrous dildos protruded from her cunt and arse and scarlet stripes covered the pale skin of her thighs and buttocks. A voluptuous black girl hung from her ankles, her muscular thighs spread wide, her wrists shackled behind her back, her heavy breasts flopping and swaying. She too had punishing dildos in both holes and between her teeth she gripped the riding crop that had striped her belly and inner thighs.
Struggling and screaming Lucy fought against the police officer who called for back-up. Feet pounded heavily down the stairs and Lucy found herself gripped by her other arm, her feet lifted and she squirmed in mid air, squealing as her clothes were ripped off, the figures surrounding her a dark blur through her tear-filled eyes. Blinking the tears away, she focused with horror on the wooden stool they carried her towards. It was polished oak, warn smooth with use, and from the centre of the seat protruded a gigantic dildo, intricately carved with ridges and nodules and as thick as Lucy’s wrist.
“Nooooooooo, no please God noooo!!! What is that thing!?!” she wailed. The officers laughed coarsely.
“It’s from the police museum. We used to use it nearly a hundred years ago when we arrested Suffragettes. When those bitches wouldn’t co-operate we found a couple of hours on the spike changed their attitude. It’s been re-introduced for use on bad girls as part of the government’s new ‘Respect’ policy. It was the Home Secretary’s own idea.”
Lucy threw her head back and sobbed as they hoisted her high in the air, rubbing her pussy lips against the dildo’s polished tip. One of them slid his fingers into her slit, stretching her pussy lips around its head. With a shudder of shame Lucy realised her pussy was already wet and as they slowly lowered her, a trickle of her juice ran down its shaft. Inch by agonising inch it forced her cunt open as Lucy groaned and rolled her hips, easing it in. The officers laughed louder.
“Sluts, they all love it in the end!”
“Yeah, they start off screaming for it to stop and end up screaming for more!”
Suddenly they grew business-like. Rolling up his sleeve, the first officer took a few practice swishes through the air with a long, flexible cane. Meanwhile the other officers cuffed Lucy’s ankles to the legs of the stool, her knees bent, thighs spread wide. One of them clipped a chain to the cuffs at her wrists and hauled them up in the air behind her back, stretching her arms painfully behind her and forcing her to arch her back, her wobbling tits thrust forwards.
Lucy trembled, nervously glancing sideways at the other girls who gazed at her with wide, frightened eyes. She squirmed a little and gasped as she found that in this contorted position the tip of her clit brushed the seat of the stool. Surreptitiously she wriggled again and a tiny moan escaped her lips.
“Oh no you don’t girl,” said the first officer. He reached across to the red head and whipped the dildo from her cunt, forcing it between Lucy’s lips. Lucy gagged as it filled her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tipped her head back, choking on it as he slid it into her throat. For a moment they all watched her, the four officers, the two girls, as she spluttered and drooled saliva down her chin, her face pink, eyes bulging, tits heaving. But then gradually she began to breathe more evenly, her nostrils flared, ribcage slowly rising and falling as Lucy tasted the salty cunt juice on the invading shaft.
The first stroke of the cane lashed Lucy across both buttocks, striping them red. She screamed into the dildo and wrestled against her chains, the stool tipping precariously. The second ripped across her left buttock, the tip of the cane catching the sensitive skin surrounding her arsehole. The ninth slashed across previous marks on her flesh, pain on top of pain. The fourteenth whipped the soft flesh of her belly, making her jerk backwards, wrenching her arms. The twenty first bit into the tender hollow of her thigh. The twenty seventh cut across both tits, the frayed tip of the cane kissing her nipples.
The thirtieth she waited for, tears streaming down her cheeks, sweat dripping from her body, scarlet lines marking her pale skin. The first officer drew back the fold of skin that shielded her clit, pinching it between his fingers, stiff and purple and exposed. Lucy shuddered at his touch, too weak even to rub herself against his fingers. He stroked it with the tip of the cane, brushing the frayed fibres across it while Lucy whimpered into her gag. Then very slowly and deliberately he drew the cane back, holding it high above his head, judging the down-swing to her clit. Lucy screwed her eyes tight and bit hard on her gag…
“It’s very good of you to visit us, Home Secretary. I thought you’d like to see how your new ‘Respect’ policy is working out in practice.”
The Chief Constable swept into the room with the Home Secretary, his junior ministers, press secretary, press pack, photographers, sound and lighting men and cameras from three major news channels.
“Ah officers, don’t let me interrupt you, you won’t even notice we’re here, just carry on with your good work…”
“This one was at twice the limit doing 60 in a 30 mile-an-hour zone. She’s chosen the on-the-spot punishment over the court appearance.”
“Okay, take her down with the others.”
The police constable gripped her arm, wrenching it roughly as he propelled her through the doors and down the echoing concrete stairwell. Lucy stumbled on her high heels and he hauled her to her feet again, before a vast metal door. Taking a key from a chain on his belt he unlocked the door and slowly it swung opened with a rusty groan.
Lucy froze, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth open, the colour draining from her face when she saw the room. It was a windowless, featureless room with two other occupants, both young women, both naked and frightened-looking. A slim red-head was suspended from the ceiling, leather belts strapped around her wrists and ankles, her back arched, her breasts trembling beneath her body. Her mouth was gagged, lips stretched wide around a ball, straps buckled round her head. Monstrous dildos protruded from her cunt and arse and scarlet stripes covered the pale skin of her thighs and buttocks. A voluptuous black girl hung from her ankles, her muscular thighs spread wide, her wrists shackled behind her back, her heavy breasts flopping and swaying. She too had punishing dildos in both holes and between her teeth she gripped the riding crop that had striped her belly and inner thighs.
Struggling and screaming Lucy fought against the police officer who called for back-up. Feet pounded heavily down the stairs and Lucy found herself gripped by her other arm, her feet lifted and she squirmed in mid air, squealing as her clothes were ripped off, the figures surrounding her a dark blur through her tear-filled eyes. Blinking the tears away, she focused with horror on the wooden stool they carried her towards. It was polished oak, warn smooth with use, and from the centre of the seat protruded a gigantic dildo, intricately carved with ridges and nodules and as thick as Lucy’s wrist.
“Nooooooooo, no please God noooo!!! What is that thing!?!” she wailed. The officers laughed coarsely.
“It’s from the police museum. We used to use it nearly a hundred years ago when we arrested Suffragettes. When those bitches wouldn’t co-operate we found a couple of hours on the spike changed their attitude. It’s been re-introduced for use on bad girls as part of the government’s new ‘Respect’ policy. It was the Home Secretary’s own idea.”
Lucy threw her head back and sobbed as they hoisted her high in the air, rubbing her pussy lips against the dildo’s polished tip. One of them slid his fingers into her slit, stretching her pussy lips around its head. With a shudder of shame Lucy realised her pussy was already wet and as they slowly lowered her, a trickle of her juice ran down its shaft. Inch by agonising inch it forced her cunt open as Lucy groaned and rolled her hips, easing it in. The officers laughed louder.
“Sluts, they all love it in the end!”
“Yeah, they start off screaming for it to stop and end up screaming for more!”
Suddenly they grew business-like. Rolling up his sleeve, the first officer took a few practice swishes through the air with a long, flexible cane. Meanwhile the other officers cuffed Lucy’s ankles to the legs of the stool, her knees bent, thighs spread wide. One of them clipped a chain to the cuffs at her wrists and hauled them up in the air behind her back, stretching her arms painfully behind her and forcing her to arch her back, her wobbling tits thrust forwards.
Lucy trembled, nervously glancing sideways at the other girls who gazed at her with wide, frightened eyes. She squirmed a little and gasped as she found that in this contorted position the tip of her clit brushed the seat of the stool. Surreptitiously she wriggled again and a tiny moan escaped her lips.
“Oh no you don’t girl,” said the first officer. He reached across to the red head and whipped the dildo from her cunt, forcing it between Lucy’s lips. Lucy gagged as it filled her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tipped her head back, choking on it as he slid it into her throat. For a moment they all watched her, the four officers, the two girls, as she spluttered and drooled saliva down her chin, her face pink, eyes bulging, tits heaving. But then gradually she began to breathe more evenly, her nostrils flared, ribcage slowly rising and falling as Lucy tasted the salty cunt juice on the invading shaft.
The first stroke of the cane lashed Lucy across both buttocks, striping them red. She screamed into the dildo and wrestled against her chains, the stool tipping precariously. The second ripped across her left buttock, the tip of the cane catching the sensitive skin surrounding her arsehole. The ninth slashed across previous marks on her flesh, pain on top of pain. The fourteenth whipped the soft flesh of her belly, making her jerk backwards, wrenching her arms. The twenty first bit into the tender hollow of her thigh. The twenty seventh cut across both tits, the frayed tip of the cane kissing her nipples.
The thirtieth she waited for, tears streaming down her cheeks, sweat dripping from her body, scarlet lines marking her pale skin. The first officer drew back the fold of skin that shielded her clit, pinching it between his fingers, stiff and purple and exposed. Lucy shuddered at his touch, too weak even to rub herself against his fingers. He stroked it with the tip of the cane, brushing the frayed fibres across it while Lucy whimpered into her gag. Then very slowly and deliberately he drew the cane back, holding it high above his head, judging the down-swing to her clit. Lucy screwed her eyes tight and bit hard on her gag…
“It’s very good of you to visit us, Home Secretary. I thought you’d like to see how your new ‘Respect’ policy is working out in practice.”
The Chief Constable swept into the room with the Home Secretary, his junior ministers, press secretary, press pack, photographers, sound and lighting men and cameras from three major news channels.
“Ah officers, don’t let me interrupt you, you won’t even notice we’re here, just carry on with your good work…”
* * *
Local customs are socially
conservative and excess displays of flesh on the beach, while tolerated
on the busier more tourist-oriented stretches of the coast, can cause
offence in more isolated areas.
Lucy dozed in the shimmering heat, her guidebook open but neglected by her side, the blazing sun reflected off the white sand that stuck to the oil on her skin like a dusting of sugar coating her thighs. The beach was deserted, far from the bustle of tourists, only a sleepy fishing village nearby, its streets deserted as she walked through its narrow medieval alleys. Now the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, lulling her to sleep.
She was unaware, as she slept on her belly with her cheek resting on her folded arms, that she was being joined on the beach. One by one, silently, local fishermen padded across the sand, stretching out a short distance away, all around her. They watched the rise and fall of her ribcage, the smooth sheen of her oiled back, the swell of her buttocks and the hollows of her parted thighs. Gradually, stealthily they crept closer, almost touching her before Lucy’s head snapped up in shock, suddenly awake and startled.
Rough fingers gripped her chin, jerking her head up as unseen hands behind her peeled her bikini bottoms down and invaded her pussy. Lucy squealed and tried to wriggle out of their grip but many hands held her tightly as a swollen cock was forced between her lips, muffling her squeals. A second cock was pressed alongside it and Lucy gagged and choked as it slowly stretched her lips wider until her jaw ached and the heads of both cocks slid inside, buffeting the back of her throat. Meanwhile her hips were hauled up until she was kneeling, a muscular tongue probing deep into her cunt, lapping and fucking inside her until she was moaning into the thrusting cocks. She shuddered as she felt a gob of saliva strike her arsehole, a finger rubbing it in, probing inside her arse, swiftly followed by the head of a cock, stabbed hard into her and making her scream.
The tongue in her pussy was replaced by a fat cock, thrusting in time with the cock in her arse, the men grunting as they fucked her, Lucy whimpered and clawed helplessly at the sand as she spluttered and drooled saliva down her chin, her cheeks bulging. They lifted and turned her, lowering her pussy onto a quivering cock, yanking her hair back to straddle her face and fuck deep into her throat. A second cock began to press its way into Lucy’s cunt and she twisted, screaming as it forced inside, buried to the hilt, both cocks fucking her urgently as one cock replaced another in her throat.
Lifting her by her wrists and ankles they swung her waist-high, taking it in turns to pierce her cunt or her arse or to drill their cocks into her red raw throat. Sweat and saliva streaked Lucy’s face, half-blinding her as she gasped for breath, her tits wobbling with each thrust of their cocks, each slap of their skin against hers. Briefly, blurrily, as one cock slipped from her throat and another lined up to impale it, Lucy glimpsed a small knot of figures watching from a distance. Women in long black robes with veiled faces carrying baskets, they paused to watch their husbands with the Western woman.
Lucy’s head buzzed and ached from the sun, her throat was dry and raw, her cunt swollen and bruised, her arse stinging and tender. They let her drop onto the sand, its burning heat searing her skin. Squinting, she peered up at the dark outlines above her and could just make out the circle of cocks hovering above her face, their owners jerking them rapidly, the first spurt of spunk splashing into her eyes. Then all together, they spurted and splashed and streaked her face and hair with cum, spraying her cheeks and lips, shooting into her mouth and nose. Lucy spluttered and tried to toss her head but over and over they blasted her with their spunk, wiping their cocks in her hair.
The sun was setting when they finally left, the crowd had swelled during the day as word had spread through the village of the Western whore who had been displaying herself on the beach. Many an elder of the village had relived his youth and many a young boy had tried his first piece of female flesh. As they began to drift away, home to wives and dinner, Lucy lay slumped face down in the sand, her arms stretched wide, her knees bent under her lifting her arse high in the air. Fresh spunk still dripped from her gaping holes and dribbled from her lifeless lips as the incoming tide began to lap against her toes, catching her discarded bikini, her sun oil, her guidebook and washing them out to sea.
Lucy wriggled against the wide walnut desk, curling her fingers over its edge, turning her head to one side and resting it against the warm, smooth wood. He flipped her pleated skirt up over her waist and urgently tugged her flimsy knickers down until they were stretched tautly across her parted thighs. Her legs clad in sheer black nylon, their seams leading his eyes down her shapely legs to her feet, slipped into tortuously high heels, her toes barely skimming the polished floor. For a moment he stared at her while Lucy bit her lip, blushing under his gaze, the first trickle of juice moistening her swollen pussy lips.
“How many errors were there in that document, Miss Tyler?”
“There were three, sir.”
“And what is the punishment for an error, Miss Tyler?”
“Six strokes, sir.”
“Six strokes for each error, Miss Tyler.”
Striding across the vast office to the coat stand by the door, he rummaged among the umbrellas and shooting sticks, drawing out a narrow cane. As he walked back towards her he flexed it in his hands, admiring its suppleness and its frayed tip. Lucy flinched as he laid it gently against the top of her thighs. She screwed her eyes tight shut as she heard the faint whistle of the cane being whisked high in the air, his arm raised.
“I WHACK! will WHACK! not WHACK! tolerate WHACK! sloppy WHACK! typing WHACK! and WHACK! careless WHACK! behaviour WHACK! from WHACK! my WHACK! secretary WHACK! Is WHACK! that WHACK! quite WHACK! clear WHACK! Miss WHACK! Tyler WHACK!?!
Lucy howled, kicking her legs wildly, drumming her feet against the floor, her knuckles white from gripping the desk, her face streaked with mascara, lips trembling and contorted as she sobbed. Her heart raced, blood singing in her ears, pumping into her clit, so swollen and throbbing as the cane painfully striped her arse with angry scarlet wheals. Lucy groaned as he brushed the frayed tip of the cane across her clit, tickling and tormenting it. She ground her hips against the edge of the desk, rubbing her clit against the cane’s tip, desperate for some release to ease the burning stinging pain in her buttocks. Coldly he watched her writhe, listening to her gasps and mumbling as it rose in pitch and urgency until he judged she was teetering on the edge of cumming. Then he marched smartly to the coat stand, tossing the cane back and holding the office door open. Lucy whimpered, defeated, and slowly, achingly, stood up, her knickers slipping from her thighs to her ankles. She started to bend to lift them. “Leave them!” he barked. Lucy stepped from them, and from the desk she picked up the folder containing the error-ridden typing. Hugging it to her chest, her head bowed, her face burning with shame, she walked slowly on trembling legs from the room, jumping as he slammed the door shut behind her.
As Lucy walked across the secretaries’ office the other girls averted their eyes, each sitting primly at their desks pretending they had not just listened to her punishment. For a few moments Lucy sat, silent tears trickling down her cheeks, pretending to work, then with a clatter she stood, knocking her chair over, papers flying off her desk as she ran from the room, throwing herself into the lift and pressing the button for the basement.
The doors opened on a bare, dimly lit room, dingy paint peeling from its brickwork, a single light bulb illuminating the centre of the room, revealing metal cages filled with post and parcels. At the far end of the room, plastic dust sheets masked the doors to the loading bay and outside was the dull hum of an occasional van trundling past. Lucy’s eyes adjusted slowly to the twilight of the room, her footsteps echoing round the high ceiling as she stepped warily into the room. From behind her, hands gripped her upper arms, hauling them back, pinning her as the light was switched off. Lucy was propelled roughly forward, stumbling and squealing as she was thrust over a packing case, her wrists bound in the small of her back with parcel tape. One pair of hands wrenched her thighs apart as another pair snatched at her hair, hauling her head up to press her lips against the hot head of a quivering cock. Lucy smiled to herself, sighing happily as she parted her lips and let the cock slide in. What had once been a terrifying ordeal endured when she was lost in the building in her first week had now become her solace when the frustration of her boss’s attentions became unbearable.
With a fierce thrust an anonymous cock was shoved into her dripping slit, filling her hungry pussy as she ground her hips against it, squeezing it tightly and screwing it in deeper. Rough hands kneaded her still-burning buttocks as the cock began to plough her deeply. Other hands slid into her unbuttoned blouse, cupping her swaying tits, pinching her aching nipples as another anonymous cock forced its way down her throat. Lucy gagged, spluttering as it drilled deeper. One hand slipped away from her breast and slapped her face sharply. Lucy sobbed and gulped the cock all the way down without any further resistance. Furiously they fucked her, grunting as they thrust, and Lucy squirmed helplessly, wishing her hands were free so she could rub her throbbing clitty, rolling her hips, trying to rub it against the rough edge of the packing case. With a bellow the first man spurted his hot spunk into her twitching cunt. Lucy groaned into the shaft of the second man’s cock as it jerked and gushed spunk down her red-raw throat. As both cocks were withdrawn Lucy slumped over the packing case, cum dripping down her thighs and chin, her clit still swollen and painful and desperate to cum.
Bundled back into the lift, Lucy found herself holding the front of her blouse shut where buttons had been ripped off, her wrists still wrapped in the parcel tape that had been sliced with a penknife. She bowed her face, vainly trying to hide it from the lunchtime crowds of office workers making their way to the canteen. They glanced at her and looked away hurriedly from smeared lipstick and dried spunk.
Cleaned up as best she could, Lucy sat by herself in the canteen, both hands holding her coffee cup to keep it from trembling, legs crossed, displaying the ladders in her stockings from the basement floor, her top two blouse buttons missing. She jumped as the tannoy crackled into life. “Would Miss Tyler come to the board room immediately!”
All eyes were on her in the stilled canteen as she made her way, half running, to the board room, arriving slightly out of breath, tapping on the door nervously.
“Come!”
Lucy slowly pushed the heavy mahogany door open and stepped inside the panelled room. Around an immense table sat the twelve members of the board, her boss at the head of the table. The room smelled of wood polish and money. Discussions were already well underway and her boss merely nodded to her. Lucy knew what was expected. She picked up a water jug from a side table and walked around the table, filling everyone’s glasses as they talked, pouring coffee and bending to pick up a dropped pen from the plush oriental rug. Then, when everyone had been served above the table, Lucy ducked beneath it to serve them below, crawling on her hands and knees towards the first pair of hand-made shoes and Saville Row suit. Unbuttoning the trousers she took the half-tumescent cock in her mouth, sucking eagerly, licking and kissing his shaft, sucking the head of his cock and flickering her tongue across it, rolling it round in her mouth, hands wrapped round its shaft, jerking it firmly into her mouth as she swallowed it deeper. With a stifled groan he flooded hr mouth with cum and she swallowed it hungrily, licking her lips and gently sucking his cock clean before buttoning it away and crawling towards the next man.
As Lucy sucked each cock, its owner would lean back in his chair, taking no part in the conversation that continued around them. Lucy’s jaw ached, her lips grew numb, her belly taut and full but she still worked dutifully, sucking and licking and swallowing until all twelve had cum and the meeting wound down. Lucy curled into a ball under the table, arms wrapped round her aching belly, cramped and swollen with spunk. She watched the polished shoes walk away, listened to the room grow quiet until only one pair of shoes remained.
“Come here Miss Tyler.”
Sheepishly, Lucy crawled from under the table and knelt at his feet, gazing up at him through lowered eyelashes.
“How many times do I have to tell you that the correct order for servicing the Board is according to length of service? Yet every time you get it wrong! And I understand you have been neglecting your duties. You were recorded on camera entering the mail room. You know you have no business there. Come with me, I’m going to show you something Miss Tyler.”
He gripped her wrist and hauled her to her feet, dragging her through the private door to the board room and into the executive lift. They rode in silence to the top floor and Lucy blinked in surprise as it opened onto the roof of the building. She shielded her eyes from the unexpected sunlight and gazed all around her at the roof tops of London, the dome of St Paul’s, the silver snake of the Thames winding away to the east. As she turned slowly, staring all around her he circled her, watchfully. Lucy screamed as he suddenly reached out and ripped her blouse away, its final buttons springing open. She covered her breasts with her hands as he tore her skirt off. Lucy franticly stared around her in all directions – could anyone see her? She covered her pussy with one hand, the other vainly trying to hide both breasts. He laughed at her as she tried to back away towards the lift, tugging both hands away from her body and hauling her to the roof’s edge, bending her over a guard rail while she screamed and toppled forwards.
Lucy’s hair streamed over her face, her tits swaying heavily, her legs kicking in mid air, balanced only on the rail that dug into her belly, held in place only by his hand placed lightly in the small of her back. Through her fear she felt her clit stiffen and swell as he began to stroke her arse, slipping his hand between her thighs. Lucy longed to cum, all the frustration of the caning in his office and the fucking in the basement and the cock sucking in the board room surfaced and she wanted to scream and plead with him to let her cum. With a gasp she felt the head of his cock slide into her slit, slowly forcing its way into her cunt. Lucy moaned loudly, rolling her hips, her moans turning to screams as her wriggling almost tipped her off the rail. He laughed again, slapping her arse hard and digging his fingertips into her soft hips as he began to thrust his cock into her sopping cunt, squelching and slurping as it took its pounding. Lucy squealed and whimpered, his thrusts rocking her over the edge and pulling her back again, her tits slapping against her ribs with the force of his fucking. His fingers invaded her pussy, rubbing against her clit, winding her up to the edge of cumming then moving away, ramming into her arsehole and finger fucking her roughly.
Lucy wept with frustration, the whole of the City of London spinning and reeling beneath her dizzy gaze. Then he slid his fingers to her throbbing clit, pinching it gently, then firmer, rolling it between his finger and thumb, rubbing it and slowly scraping a hard fingernail across its tender tip, flicking it and frigging it and Lucy began to pant harder, eyes wide with lust, pushing back against his fingers, mumbling incoherently under her breath, heart racing, nerve ends tingling until suddenly she was screaming and wailing, head thrown back howling at the skies, her whole body jerking and shuddering, tears of gratitude stinging her eyes. After six months working for him he had finally let her cum.
As her cunt twitched and squeezed his cock, clamping it tightly, he shot his spunk into her with a roar. Lucy whimpered, her clit still throbbing, pulse slowing, breathing more deeply now, hanging limply from the rail, her only support his cock that her spent body was still impaled on.
“I’m sorry to say this Miss Tyler, but I’ve found you a most unsatisfactory secretary and I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
He drew his cock from Lucy’s dripping cunt and she plummeted, screaming, over the edge.
Lucy dozed in the shimmering heat, her guidebook open but neglected by her side, the blazing sun reflected off the white sand that stuck to the oil on her skin like a dusting of sugar coating her thighs. The beach was deserted, far from the bustle of tourists, only a sleepy fishing village nearby, its streets deserted as she walked through its narrow medieval alleys. Now the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, lulling her to sleep.
She was unaware, as she slept on her belly with her cheek resting on her folded arms, that she was being joined on the beach. One by one, silently, local fishermen padded across the sand, stretching out a short distance away, all around her. They watched the rise and fall of her ribcage, the smooth sheen of her oiled back, the swell of her buttocks and the hollows of her parted thighs. Gradually, stealthily they crept closer, almost touching her before Lucy’s head snapped up in shock, suddenly awake and startled.
Rough fingers gripped her chin, jerking her head up as unseen hands behind her peeled her bikini bottoms down and invaded her pussy. Lucy squealed and tried to wriggle out of their grip but many hands held her tightly as a swollen cock was forced between her lips, muffling her squeals. A second cock was pressed alongside it and Lucy gagged and choked as it slowly stretched her lips wider until her jaw ached and the heads of both cocks slid inside, buffeting the back of her throat. Meanwhile her hips were hauled up until she was kneeling, a muscular tongue probing deep into her cunt, lapping and fucking inside her until she was moaning into the thrusting cocks. She shuddered as she felt a gob of saliva strike her arsehole, a finger rubbing it in, probing inside her arse, swiftly followed by the head of a cock, stabbed hard into her and making her scream.
The tongue in her pussy was replaced by a fat cock, thrusting in time with the cock in her arse, the men grunting as they fucked her, Lucy whimpered and clawed helplessly at the sand as she spluttered and drooled saliva down her chin, her cheeks bulging. They lifted and turned her, lowering her pussy onto a quivering cock, yanking her hair back to straddle her face and fuck deep into her throat. A second cock began to press its way into Lucy’s cunt and she twisted, screaming as it forced inside, buried to the hilt, both cocks fucking her urgently as one cock replaced another in her throat.
Lifting her by her wrists and ankles they swung her waist-high, taking it in turns to pierce her cunt or her arse or to drill their cocks into her red raw throat. Sweat and saliva streaked Lucy’s face, half-blinding her as she gasped for breath, her tits wobbling with each thrust of their cocks, each slap of their skin against hers. Briefly, blurrily, as one cock slipped from her throat and another lined up to impale it, Lucy glimpsed a small knot of figures watching from a distance. Women in long black robes with veiled faces carrying baskets, they paused to watch their husbands with the Western woman.
Lucy’s head buzzed and ached from the sun, her throat was dry and raw, her cunt swollen and bruised, her arse stinging and tender. They let her drop onto the sand, its burning heat searing her skin. Squinting, she peered up at the dark outlines above her and could just make out the circle of cocks hovering above her face, their owners jerking them rapidly, the first spurt of spunk splashing into her eyes. Then all together, they spurted and splashed and streaked her face and hair with cum, spraying her cheeks and lips, shooting into her mouth and nose. Lucy spluttered and tried to toss her head but over and over they blasted her with their spunk, wiping their cocks in her hair.
The sun was setting when they finally left, the crowd had swelled during the day as word had spread through the village of the Western whore who had been displaying herself on the beach. Many an elder of the village had relived his youth and many a young boy had tried his first piece of female flesh. As they began to drift away, home to wives and dinner, Lucy lay slumped face down in the sand, her arms stretched wide, her knees bent under her lifting her arse high in the air. Fresh spunk still dripped from her gaping holes and dribbled from her lifeless lips as the incoming tide began to lap against her toes, catching her discarded bikini, her sun oil, her guidebook and washing them out to sea.
* * *
Lucy wriggled against the wide walnut desk, curling her fingers over its edge, turning her head to one side and resting it against the warm, smooth wood. He flipped her pleated skirt up over her waist and urgently tugged her flimsy knickers down until they were stretched tautly across her parted thighs. Her legs clad in sheer black nylon, their seams leading his eyes down her shapely legs to her feet, slipped into tortuously high heels, her toes barely skimming the polished floor. For a moment he stared at her while Lucy bit her lip, blushing under his gaze, the first trickle of juice moistening her swollen pussy lips.
“How many errors were there in that document, Miss Tyler?”
“There were three, sir.”
“And what is the punishment for an error, Miss Tyler?”
“Six strokes, sir.”
“Six strokes for each error, Miss Tyler.”
Striding across the vast office to the coat stand by the door, he rummaged among the umbrellas and shooting sticks, drawing out a narrow cane. As he walked back towards her he flexed it in his hands, admiring its suppleness and its frayed tip. Lucy flinched as he laid it gently against the top of her thighs. She screwed her eyes tight shut as she heard the faint whistle of the cane being whisked high in the air, his arm raised.
“I WHACK! will WHACK! not WHACK! tolerate WHACK! sloppy WHACK! typing WHACK! and WHACK! careless WHACK! behaviour WHACK! from WHACK! my WHACK! secretary WHACK! Is WHACK! that WHACK! quite WHACK! clear WHACK! Miss WHACK! Tyler WHACK!?!
Lucy howled, kicking her legs wildly, drumming her feet against the floor, her knuckles white from gripping the desk, her face streaked with mascara, lips trembling and contorted as she sobbed. Her heart raced, blood singing in her ears, pumping into her clit, so swollen and throbbing as the cane painfully striped her arse with angry scarlet wheals. Lucy groaned as he brushed the frayed tip of the cane across her clit, tickling and tormenting it. She ground her hips against the edge of the desk, rubbing her clit against the cane’s tip, desperate for some release to ease the burning stinging pain in her buttocks. Coldly he watched her writhe, listening to her gasps and mumbling as it rose in pitch and urgency until he judged she was teetering on the edge of cumming. Then he marched smartly to the coat stand, tossing the cane back and holding the office door open. Lucy whimpered, defeated, and slowly, achingly, stood up, her knickers slipping from her thighs to her ankles. She started to bend to lift them. “Leave them!” he barked. Lucy stepped from them, and from the desk she picked up the folder containing the error-ridden typing. Hugging it to her chest, her head bowed, her face burning with shame, she walked slowly on trembling legs from the room, jumping as he slammed the door shut behind her.
As Lucy walked across the secretaries’ office the other girls averted their eyes, each sitting primly at their desks pretending they had not just listened to her punishment. For a few moments Lucy sat, silent tears trickling down her cheeks, pretending to work, then with a clatter she stood, knocking her chair over, papers flying off her desk as she ran from the room, throwing herself into the lift and pressing the button for the basement.
The doors opened on a bare, dimly lit room, dingy paint peeling from its brickwork, a single light bulb illuminating the centre of the room, revealing metal cages filled with post and parcels. At the far end of the room, plastic dust sheets masked the doors to the loading bay and outside was the dull hum of an occasional van trundling past. Lucy’s eyes adjusted slowly to the twilight of the room, her footsteps echoing round the high ceiling as she stepped warily into the room. From behind her, hands gripped her upper arms, hauling them back, pinning her as the light was switched off. Lucy was propelled roughly forward, stumbling and squealing as she was thrust over a packing case, her wrists bound in the small of her back with parcel tape. One pair of hands wrenched her thighs apart as another pair snatched at her hair, hauling her head up to press her lips against the hot head of a quivering cock. Lucy smiled to herself, sighing happily as she parted her lips and let the cock slide in. What had once been a terrifying ordeal endured when she was lost in the building in her first week had now become her solace when the frustration of her boss’s attentions became unbearable.
With a fierce thrust an anonymous cock was shoved into her dripping slit, filling her hungry pussy as she ground her hips against it, squeezing it tightly and screwing it in deeper. Rough hands kneaded her still-burning buttocks as the cock began to plough her deeply. Other hands slid into her unbuttoned blouse, cupping her swaying tits, pinching her aching nipples as another anonymous cock forced its way down her throat. Lucy gagged, spluttering as it drilled deeper. One hand slipped away from her breast and slapped her face sharply. Lucy sobbed and gulped the cock all the way down without any further resistance. Furiously they fucked her, grunting as they thrust, and Lucy squirmed helplessly, wishing her hands were free so she could rub her throbbing clitty, rolling her hips, trying to rub it against the rough edge of the packing case. With a bellow the first man spurted his hot spunk into her twitching cunt. Lucy groaned into the shaft of the second man’s cock as it jerked and gushed spunk down her red-raw throat. As both cocks were withdrawn Lucy slumped over the packing case, cum dripping down her thighs and chin, her clit still swollen and painful and desperate to cum.
Bundled back into the lift, Lucy found herself holding the front of her blouse shut where buttons had been ripped off, her wrists still wrapped in the parcel tape that had been sliced with a penknife. She bowed her face, vainly trying to hide it from the lunchtime crowds of office workers making their way to the canteen. They glanced at her and looked away hurriedly from smeared lipstick and dried spunk.
Cleaned up as best she could, Lucy sat by herself in the canteen, both hands holding her coffee cup to keep it from trembling, legs crossed, displaying the ladders in her stockings from the basement floor, her top two blouse buttons missing. She jumped as the tannoy crackled into life. “Would Miss Tyler come to the board room immediately!”
All eyes were on her in the stilled canteen as she made her way, half running, to the board room, arriving slightly out of breath, tapping on the door nervously.
“Come!”
Lucy slowly pushed the heavy mahogany door open and stepped inside the panelled room. Around an immense table sat the twelve members of the board, her boss at the head of the table. The room smelled of wood polish and money. Discussions were already well underway and her boss merely nodded to her. Lucy knew what was expected. She picked up a water jug from a side table and walked around the table, filling everyone’s glasses as they talked, pouring coffee and bending to pick up a dropped pen from the plush oriental rug. Then, when everyone had been served above the table, Lucy ducked beneath it to serve them below, crawling on her hands and knees towards the first pair of hand-made shoes and Saville Row suit. Unbuttoning the trousers she took the half-tumescent cock in her mouth, sucking eagerly, licking and kissing his shaft, sucking the head of his cock and flickering her tongue across it, rolling it round in her mouth, hands wrapped round its shaft, jerking it firmly into her mouth as she swallowed it deeper. With a stifled groan he flooded hr mouth with cum and she swallowed it hungrily, licking her lips and gently sucking his cock clean before buttoning it away and crawling towards the next man.
As Lucy sucked each cock, its owner would lean back in his chair, taking no part in the conversation that continued around them. Lucy’s jaw ached, her lips grew numb, her belly taut and full but she still worked dutifully, sucking and licking and swallowing until all twelve had cum and the meeting wound down. Lucy curled into a ball under the table, arms wrapped round her aching belly, cramped and swollen with spunk. She watched the polished shoes walk away, listened to the room grow quiet until only one pair of shoes remained.
“Come here Miss Tyler.”
Sheepishly, Lucy crawled from under the table and knelt at his feet, gazing up at him through lowered eyelashes.
“How many times do I have to tell you that the correct order for servicing the Board is according to length of service? Yet every time you get it wrong! And I understand you have been neglecting your duties. You were recorded on camera entering the mail room. You know you have no business there. Come with me, I’m going to show you something Miss Tyler.”
He gripped her wrist and hauled her to her feet, dragging her through the private door to the board room and into the executive lift. They rode in silence to the top floor and Lucy blinked in surprise as it opened onto the roof of the building. She shielded her eyes from the unexpected sunlight and gazed all around her at the roof tops of London, the dome of St Paul’s, the silver snake of the Thames winding away to the east. As she turned slowly, staring all around her he circled her, watchfully. Lucy screamed as he suddenly reached out and ripped her blouse away, its final buttons springing open. She covered her breasts with her hands as he tore her skirt off. Lucy franticly stared around her in all directions – could anyone see her? She covered her pussy with one hand, the other vainly trying to hide both breasts. He laughed at her as she tried to back away towards the lift, tugging both hands away from her body and hauling her to the roof’s edge, bending her over a guard rail while she screamed and toppled forwards.
Lucy’s hair streamed over her face, her tits swaying heavily, her legs kicking in mid air, balanced only on the rail that dug into her belly, held in place only by his hand placed lightly in the small of her back. Through her fear she felt her clit stiffen and swell as he began to stroke her arse, slipping his hand between her thighs. Lucy longed to cum, all the frustration of the caning in his office and the fucking in the basement and the cock sucking in the board room surfaced and she wanted to scream and plead with him to let her cum. With a gasp she felt the head of his cock slide into her slit, slowly forcing its way into her cunt. Lucy moaned loudly, rolling her hips, her moans turning to screams as her wriggling almost tipped her off the rail. He laughed again, slapping her arse hard and digging his fingertips into her soft hips as he began to thrust his cock into her sopping cunt, squelching and slurping as it took its pounding. Lucy squealed and whimpered, his thrusts rocking her over the edge and pulling her back again, her tits slapping against her ribs with the force of his fucking. His fingers invaded her pussy, rubbing against her clit, winding her up to the edge of cumming then moving away, ramming into her arsehole and finger fucking her roughly.
Lucy wept with frustration, the whole of the City of London spinning and reeling beneath her dizzy gaze. Then he slid his fingers to her throbbing clit, pinching it gently, then firmer, rolling it between his finger and thumb, rubbing it and slowly scraping a hard fingernail across its tender tip, flicking it and frigging it and Lucy began to pant harder, eyes wide with lust, pushing back against his fingers, mumbling incoherently under her breath, heart racing, nerve ends tingling until suddenly she was screaming and wailing, head thrown back howling at the skies, her whole body jerking and shuddering, tears of gratitude stinging her eyes. After six months working for him he had finally let her cum.
As her cunt twitched and squeezed his cock, clamping it tightly, he shot his spunk into her with a roar. Lucy whimpered, her clit still throbbing, pulse slowing, breathing more deeply now, hanging limply from the rail, her only support his cock that her spent body was still impaled on.
“I’m sorry to say this Miss Tyler, but I’ve found you a most unsatisfactory secretary and I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
He drew his cock from Lucy’s dripping cunt and she plummeted, screaming, over the edge.
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