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Writer: Dale10
Subject: OFFICE SLAVE
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Story Codes: Erotic Horror, NC, Humiliation
Synopsis: A young male office worker is turned into a sex slave by six sadistic women
Office Slave
I have always been rather shy around girls. Donít get me wrong. I am one hundred per cent straight, even though some of the things I have been forced to do recently might seem to deny that. I was a good student in high school and an even better one in college. I liked sports, but really excelled at mental activities. So itís not surprising that I landed a really nice job for an upscale marketing firm.
Because I was quiet and, as I say, shy with girls, I never had much sex. Here I was, for all practical purposes, a twenty-two-year-old virgin. I had been jerked off by some girls I dated, and I had been blown several times, and once time I even had my dick in a girl’s pussy, but I got so excited I pulled out and shot all over the place. What I wanted more than anything was a really nice, caring, sensual girlfriend with whom I could explore sex and release all of my pent-up desires.
I thought my chances at the marketing firm were pretty good, as six girls were working there and only I and one other guy. This was my first job out of school, and I had big bills to pay for my college loans. I also splurged and bought a car and got a pretty decent apartment. So I really had more money going out than coming in.
I guess I tried too hard to show that I was all man, because I must have come on too strong with the girls. I was determined to get at least one of the girls to fall for me, so I flirted and teased. I was reminded by Barbara, the boss, that the office was no place for “horny teens to get off on their stupid male fantasies.” This shut me up and put me in my place.
And yet, the girls dressed in such sexy ways, and stuck their big tits out at me, and I became very confused. They seemed to come on to me, but if I even smiled or winked or got friendly, they shut me up at once and warned me to behave. It was cock-teasing at its worst as far as I was concerned.
And then the other guy disappeared. They told me he was transferred. I was the only guy in the office with six gorgeous girls, but I couldn’t even strike up a friendly conversation with them. My job changed, too. Barbara would ask me to make coffee for all of them, or to go out and buy some snacks. The other girls asked me to clean up their desks, to empty the wastepaper baskets, to do janitorial-type shit.
I didnít know what the fuck was going on. I had a marketing degree. I kept asking for serious, demanding work, and Barbara told me over and over that first I had to prove myself. I would have quit, but by now I was really deep in debt. Things got worse. The girls started to sexually harass me. They asked me to do things like help them change their shoes or straighten out their stockings.
I donít know why I went along with it all. They gave me piles of dumb office work to take home with me, and Barbara demanded that it be completed the following morning. Then Barbara told me to dust and clean her office.
I complained. She turned bright red.
“You fucking twerp! Who the fuck do you think you are?” She roared.
I blanched. I am not used to being yelled at.
“It’s just that I …”
“I … I … you think only of yourself, Jason. You are a selfish prick. Just like most men. You think just because you have a dick hanging between your legs that gives you special rights. Weíve all seen how you stare at us around here. We are nothing but fuck-dumps to you. All you think about all day is shoving your dick into one of us!”
“Barbara, that’s not true. I don’t think about …”
“Shut the fuck up when I am talking to you. You know what you need, don’t you? Some good old-fashioned discipline.”
She pushed a button on her desk, and within seconds, all five other girls were in her office, surrounding me.
“Girls, Jason here just sexually attacked me. I think we should call the police.”
I was suddenly out of my mind with fear. What had happened? Why was Barbara lying about me?
“What are you doing? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Calling me a hot cunt and grabbing my breast and rubbing your dick against me and tearing my blouse and trying to rape me is nothing?” Barbara said, reaching up and ripping her own blouse, so I could see her bra, holding up her large tits.
“That’s right,” Angie, a smaller blond, chimed in. “I saw everything! He grabbed you and shoved you back against your desk and tried to stick his dick into you!”
I suddenly realized I had been set up. But what chance did I have against the word of six highly respected women? Barbara picked up the phone and dialled 911.
“Please don’t do this to me! I pleaded. Please. I haven’t done anything to any of you. Don’t ruin my life!”
A slow smile spread across Barbaraís face. She put down the phone.
“Take off your clothes!” she snapped.
And all the girls seemed to relax.
“What? You want me to do what?”
“I want you to do everything fucking thing I tell you to do. If you are a good boy and do as we say, you won’t go to prison for rape. Now you have ten seconds to get bare assed naked, Mr. Macho Man!”
I have always been shy about my body. I mean, it’s a good body and I am a good-looking guy, but even at the health club, I detested being near any other guy when I had to strip to change. Now I had been ordered to strip bare assed naked in ten seconds. I hesitated, and Barbara picked up the phone again.
I almost ripped my clothes off. My shirt and tie, my dress trousers, my black shoes, my black socks, I stood there in front of six attractive young women dressed in only my Calvin Klein briefs. I was terrified. Barbara smiled.
“I said, everything, ass-wipe! What’s the matter, afraid to show us your pathetic little dick? Is it too small to fuck a girl?”
For some reason, I felt like crying. I know grown men donít cry much, but at that moment, my eyes filled with tears.
Angie leaned in.
“Look, the big mamaís boy is crying. What’s the matter, honey, donít you have the balls to handle six girls? Come on, this is every manís dream. But maybe you arenít really a man.”
“Take off the fucking underpants, shit-hole!” Barbara said.
I slid the white underpants down to my ankles and stood there naked in front of the girls. They roared with laughter.
“Look at the tiny dick on this sissy boy. No wonder heís so timid. Shit, my clit is larger than his dick!”
I tried to cover myself, but Lois, one of the other girls, slapped my hands away.
“Don’t even think of covering yourself, cunt-sucker!”
My dick, which is not really very large, I have to admit, compared to the cocks of some of the dudes I see at the health club, was now shrivelled from fear. One of the girls produced a digital camera from somewhere, and they started taking photos of me.
Well, that was how it started. Once they had photos to blackmail me with, I was their slave. They made me stay naked in the office at all times. When I arrived in the morning, I had to leave my clothing in a locker at the door. I had to clean for them and do menial chores, and most of the time, while I worked, they made me keep my dick hard. I had to masturbate for them endlessly, but I was not allowed to cum.
The first time I couldnít control myself and shot a load on the desk, they made me lick it up, and then they beat my bare ass with yardsticks, rulers, brushes, anything they could get their hands on. I couldnít sit down for three days. My entire ass was blistered and black and blue.
When I went home at night, they locked a plastic cock cage on my dick. I couldnít jerk off at home either. So my balls got heavy with cum as they cock teased me all day and made me jerk myself without cumming. I couldnít sleep at night, and I became a nervous wreck. Sometimes at the office, they chained my ankles together and made me crawl all day.
They would often tie my dick and balls with string or ropes or chains; they would tie it so tightly that the balls swelled up as if they would burst, and my dick throbbed painfully.
They would also insert objects into my asshole. This was terribly humiliating and painful. It started with Barbara sticking a fountain pen up my rectum while she masturbated my prick until it was leaking pre cum all over the desk. Of course, I had to lean over to lick up the pre cum. They all thought my ass looked so cute with a pen in it, that they decided to have a contest to see who could find the most fun object to shove up my faggot pussy. (That’s what they called it.)
By now, I was crying in the office a lot. I mean, one or the other of them was always playing with my dick and squeezing my balls, but warning me not to cum. These are gorgeous girls! I was going nuts.
Barbara announced that I was going to do a photo shoot for them. She told me I had the makings of a faggot homosexual male porno model. I sobbed and told her for the hundredth time that I was totally straight. They put up a drop cloth and spent one whole afternoon with me naked, posing for them as they shot video and photos. They played with my dick and made comments on the video about how small it was and how it could never fuck a girl.
I had to do the most disgusting things done to me, like stick two fingers up my asshole and fucking me. I had to pull and twist my nipples like some cheap male whore. I had to masturbate in every position they could think of. I had to kneel with my ass up toward the camera and my head on the floor and spread my ass cheeks for them. One of them threw a large rubber dildo onto the floor and told me to fuck myself with it. I choked back my tears enough to beg them for mercy. They laughed and spat on me and kicked me in the nuts.
I fucked myself in the asshole with the dildo like some queer. The pain was the most horrible thing I had ever had to endure. The next day, Barbara informed me that they had put the photos up on gay websites around the world.
The rules of my life became worse. I was forbidden to go out at night. I was forbidden to have friends. I was forbidden to even use the toilet like an adult male. I had to squat over a litter box to shit and piss. When I went to work, at least one of the girls was always there to watch me and degrade me. For lunch, I had to eat dog food out of a doggie dish. They brought girlfriends in to watch me jerk off and to taunt me and play with my dick. I had not cum for two weeks at this point.
Then one day, they brought in this muscular black male hustler. They paid him to strip for them and to let them jerk his huge nigger dick to an erection. Then they introduced me and ordered me to suck his cock. I had never felt so humiliated in my life. I had to lick his big, full nut sack and lick his cock up and down. I had to lick up the fluids from his dickhead.
He kept saying things like, “That’s a good cocksucker,” or, “Come on faggot, you can suck better than that!”
When I gagged, they had the black hustler slap me. He shoved his ten-inch prick deep down my throat until I couldnít even breathe. Then he pulled out and slapped my face with his dick, leaving pecker tracks all over it. The girls busted a gut laughing. Here I was, a normal twenty-two-year-old straight male, bare assed naked on my knees licking the balls and sucking the dick of a nigger stud hustler.
“When he cums, you better not spill a drop, faggot-boy. Swallow it all like a good pussy-boy,” Barbara said.
“Yeah, motherfucker, here it comes,” the black stud said, arching his back and shoving more dick down my throat.
I felt the huge hunk of fuck-meat grow thicker and throb in my gullet. Then he suddenly pulled way back so only the tip was in my mouth, and I felt a gush of sperm hit my palate. I was a cocksucker. I was a fucking cocksucker! The cum filled my mouth and bloated my cheeks. It squirted out the sides of my mouth, even though I swallowed as fast as I could.
“The Ass-wipe is spilling some of that nice dick-snot! I think he needs to be punished really badly, donít you girls? I fell to the floor, hysterical with fear and humiliation. The black stud’s dick kept unloading cum all over my face and body.”
Barbara smiled.
“Oh yes, he’s going to really get it now. He’ll be sorry he was ever born!
THE END