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The printer’s beep startled Lisa from her thoughts. She looked at her watch, it was 6:45 on a Friday evening and the office was deserted.

“Am I the only person working in this place?� asked the forlorn 36-year-old project manager. Given a 12-month reprieve from the lay-off list, Lisa wanted to prove herself worthy, even though it didn’t matter. Everybody knew it, but she wanted to believe that the universe gave back what people put forth. That her extra effort would pay off somehow.

With a sigh, she reached across her desk for another pen, scratched yet another note on a file and stuck the pen into her chestnut colored pony tail, joining the other three pens she had already put there and forgotten. She punched 6 digits into the phone, but hung up before the 7th number. Her boyfriend and her were trying hard to work out their differences as the strain of her job was getting the best of her in almost all areas of her life. She picked up the phone again, dialed his work number. Before the second ring was done, a voice: “Hello?�

“Hi sweetie, I’m so sorry I missed you last night� Lisa recalled her missed dinner with him… again.

“That’s okay, I assumed you were just tired and had to go to bed early� the hurt was obvious in his voice. Since an aborted office affair a few months ago, Lisa’s boyfriend was weary of anything happening at work.

Lisa bit her tongue, knowing that the hurt was justified, “I was thinking I’d drop by and we’d get that dinner that I promised you. How’s that sound?� in her most alluring voice. She had a very good one.

He instantly melted, “Sure babe, I just got home. I’ll see you in a little while.�

“Half an hour okay?�

“Yeah, that sounds good�

“Hon, thanks for being so understanding. I’ll see you soon. Loves.�

“Loves back� and Lisa hung up the phone.

Bending down to refasten the buckle on her strap heels, she stood up, looking over her suit in the mirror on her door. The dark olive suit was hand picked by her boyfriend, tonight, she wore a black silk t-shirt underneath the suit jacket, black tights instead of pantyhose, it was too cold. Her heels gave her an extra 3 inches, giving her more presence than her 5’7� frame allowed.

She looked outside, it was dark but her car was under a street lamp in the parking lot. She left her overcoat in the car at lunch, so she’d just have to brave the cold for the walk to the car. Stepping outside, she noticed a white car parked off to the side. “Is Roy still here?� as her heels clicked on the pavement.

“Hey Lisa� a call from behind, the silhouette of a man stood out against the backlit foyer of the office building. “Come give me a hand with this real quick.�

The figure bent over with a box while carrying another one in his hands. Walking closer, she saw it was Roy and was about to say something when Roy turned around and SLAM, a punch to the stomach knocked the wind out of her and doubled her in half as his other hand slapped her across the face with a leather sap that rendered her unconscious. Carrying her 150 lb limp body back to the office, using her key and passcard, Roy dropped her limp body on the desk in Monty, the boss’s, office.

Lionel walked in at that moment. A chipper whistle and a loud greeting that started Roy. His West African accent a little unnerving to the Roy in the tense situation. Lionel was the one Lisa had the aborted relationship with, before Lisa ran off to Hawaii with her boyfriend and told Lionel it wasn’t working out. In Roy’s case, 6 months of constant teasing and flirting and his crumbling marriage at home ended in frustration overflowing.

“We picked straws, me first� Lionel quipped as he set up a tripod for the video camera.

Roy shrugged and grabbed his Nikon N55 and a Polaroid camera to get ready and take some shots.

Lionel bunched her skirt up and pulled down her tights down to the ankles, leaving them and her panties there as he kept her shoes on. Lifting her legs up, he squeezed in between them, deftly undressing himself and bending down to sniff a pussy he was teased with months before but never got a chance to really play with.

Grabbing some smelling salt out of the box, Lionel roused Lisa from her unconscious slumber. Woozy and disoriented, the lights from the camera backlit Lionel at first and Lisa couldn’t see. Realizing that a man had his body between her legs, which were cinched tight at the ankles, Lisa struggled to free herself, but the straps of her heels denied her the ability to kick off her shoes.

A light laugh and Lionel’s hands caressed the inside of Lisa’s thighs as Lisa gasped at the realization. Trying desperate to fight and push the man away, the strobe effect of the camera flashing confused her. Lionel tore open her suit jacket and a flick of the knife started a tear in her silk t-shirt, which ripped reluctantly while her hands feebly fought the stronger man’s lust. Finally ripping up to the collar, another flick of the knife completed the job. A sharp gasp as the knife made contact with Lisa’s skin and she froze. Her breasts heaving in fear encased in a black bra, Lionel grabbed a breast and squeezed through the satiny material.

“Have a proposition for you. You manage to unhook your legs from around me and the game will stop. You fail before I finish and we party for as long as I say we do. Or we can just cut you up and fuck you till you bleed to death. You want to cooperate?�

A scared nod answered Lionel’s wicked grin, his misaligned teeth the only sign that the PhD candidate had a childhood rough in the plains of Africa. Lionel grabbed Lisa by the hips and dragged her closer to the edge of the desk. Grabbing her hips, he thrust himself painfully into her dry pussy. Yelping in pain, Lisa tried to get up and reach around his body to unstrap her shoes and free her legs caught in the tights. As Lisa’s body rose to meet Lionel’s, he grabbed her suit jacket and tore it off her body, along with the ripped remains of her t-shirt. Reaching around, he tried to unhook her bra, Lisa’s protests evoked a laugh.

“You think saving your breasts is more important than freeing your legs?�

Damn, she thought, he’s right. Lisa stopped fighting his hands and instead concentrated on reaching around and trying to reach her feet. The last two months of yoga classes giving her the flexibility she needed, but not quite. Kissing and biting her neck, Lionel was in ecstasy, her struggles lent a much more pleasing, almost consensual quality to this as her body rose to meet his, pushing each other, certainly initiating more contact than just raping her unconscious. Using one hand to prop himself up, his other hand grabbed a breast, rolling her nipples and squeezing violently.

The pain and his force of motion pushed Lisa back on her back for a second as she caught her breath. Sweat glistening on her brow and a new look of determination on her face, she got back up again, meeting his naked body as she reached again for her feet, finally catching the buckle on one shoe, hanging on for dear life as his savage fucking rocked her body back and forth. He came down and took her ear in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth, pushing her body down. Her fingers working feverishly trying to get the strap through the loop and out, The bunched mass of tights and panties catching her fingers, blocking the way, she finally caught hold of the strap itself and finally got the strap out. The pin still in place, barely, but no, the strap came loose.

Lionel by now was off in his own world, eyes closed in ecstasy while he pounded her with all his force downward. Lisa tried to grab her other shoe strap, fighting with all of her effort upwards. Roy in the meantime continued taking pictures, his own hard-on raging at the scene.

Managing to kick her freed shoe off, Lisa reached around Lionel’s body to get the tights bunched at her ankle, trying to push it past her heel so she could free her legs when Lionel’s groans turned into “Oh shit, oh shit, here it comes, oh man, here we go.�

Grabbing the back of Lisa’s head, Lionel held her in a grizzly bear grip while he shot load after load into her abused pus sy. Roy standing directly behind Lionel at this moment snapped away at Lisa’s futile attempts to push off the panties and tights, her arms flailing uselessly around Lionel’s body.
Collapsing on top of her, Lionel laid there, catching his breath. “Man, you were awesome,� he sad with a smile and a kiss. Tears welled up in Lisa’s eyes as she laid there herself, her legs still caught around Lionel.

Lionel stood up, and with Lisa’s legs still in place, picked her up, his penis never leaving the confines of her pussy. His muscular arms the first thing that Lisa noticed so many months ago were the arms holding Lisa up, carrying her as Lionel backed slowly to Monty’s big executive chair. Roy pulled her tights and panties off her foot that she freed, her feet finally able to come apart. Sitting down, Lisa found herself impaled on Lionel’s dick which was firming up again quickly as she straddled him. With Lionel eaning back, Lisa’s ass was exposed. Before she realized it, Roy took his hard dripping penis and shoved it into Lisa’s ass. The unexpected intrusion sent Lisa screaming in pain. With Lionel and his 8’ cock already stretching her pussy, Roy’s 6� member only made a couple inches into Lisa’s ass before her clenched sphincter made it difficult.

“No use fighting it, we’ve got all night,� Roy hissed in her ear as he continued pushing. After much effort, Roy pushed his whole length in, the blood from her ass lubricating his dick as he slowly slid in and out while Lionel pumped away underneath. Never a big fan of anal sex, Lisa remembered when she told her current boyfriend that on their wedding night, she’d let him take her anally if he so desired. As Roy plugged away from behind and Lionel grunted underneath, Lisa cried as a new wave of shame and humiliation came over her. She had jeopardized her relationship with a good man for this man raping her and flirted with the married man who was sodomizing her.

Roy was too excited to last long as he let loose a feral howl while blowing his load in Lisa’s ass. The heat of his hot cum felt like searing acid in Lisa’s bowels. Pulling out, he wiped his semi-flaccid dick on Lisa’s back, leaving a streak of glistening cum on her back. Lionel was still underneath, rocking Lisa like a bucking bronco though Lisa by now had withdrawn into her own mental confines. Her guilt and shame overwhelming her as she remembered discouraging wedding plans because she didn’t want to tell her boyfriend she wasn’t “playing around� yet.

A sudden slap in the face brought her back to the current world though as Roy grabbed her face and shoved his cock into her slack mouth. Blood and shit could be tasted as Lisa sucked away. How was he standing there in front of her if Lionel was still underneath? Lisa wondered incoherently as the pounding continued. A groan as Lionel’s cock pounded deep actually reached her cervix. Roy’s cock was suffocating. Lisa was starting to see stars, stars exploding all around her as she felt a hot rush in vagina. Lionel was erupting again.

Moaning a plea to stop, Lisa’s tongue felt Roy start to twitch in her mouth. Roy pulled out of her mouth in time to spray her face with another load. All over her forehead, dripping into her eyes, down her nose and into her tired mouth, the last couple spurts dropped onto her breasts.

Lionel picked her exhausted body up off of him and put her gently on Monty’s desk. Using her bra to wipe himself off, he looked at the pathetic form in front of him. I wonder if I can officially put a notch in my bedpost for her, he thought errantly. He started getting dressed.

Roy cleaned himself off as well, using her ponytail to mop off excess saliva, sweat and cum from himself. Lisa whimpered in semi-consciousness. Roy grabbed his camera gear and walked out the door. Lisa fumbled for her cell phone and tried to dial her boyfriend’s number, falling asleep from exhaustion and pain before she could hit the talk button. Lionel watched as she tried to dial her phone. Smiling, he dropped a couple Polaroid pictures of the night’s events on Lisa’s unconscious body. He donned a pair of gloves and took Lisa’s keys and drove her car back to his apartment. Checking his watch, it was now 9:50.

About the same time, the boyfriend looked at his clock. Picking up his phone, he dialed first Lisa’s home, then cell then office. No answers. Shaking his head, he got in his car and drove to her house, only 5 minutes away. It was dark. Next to her office, nobody was there, not even the security patrol that drove around the parking lot every so often. Out of habit, he drove by Lionel’s apartment, a secret he knew about for a long time, though Lisa didn’t know he knew. He drove past the complex and saw her car, parked in a visitor’s stall. With a feeling of ice in his chest, he drove home, never seeing the man behind the slightly parted curtain track his car with his eyes. A sinister smile cracked open to reveal a set of crooked teeth. He’d have to drive her car back to the office soon.

20 miles away from his apartment, Roy was busy putting a label on the fourth copy of the video he shot that night. His wife was out late again. The TV showed a part of the scene again, the part where Lisa was reaching around Lionel for her shoe strap. From the angle of the camera, it could easily be thought that Lisa was meeting Lionel’s fucking motion with lust of her own. Grabbing at him and thrusting her body at his the whole time, she certainly wasn’t attempting to stop him from screwing her. He dropped the fourth tape into an envelope and sealed it. The others he put away. He smiled too as he headed into the kitchen. This wasn’t over for any of them. In fact, it was just starting.

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