1. Office Slave: Chapter 4 - Showing Rachel Her Place


    Date: 3/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, Non-consensual sex, Torture, Author: 2996, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    "Right give me the car keys and get out" Toby ordered. Rachel handed over the keys and saw Toby slide them into his jacket and as he pulled his hand out the gun came with it. Rachel looked at it with trepidation remembering what it had just done to her and worried about what it might still do to her. However she sighed and pulled herself together, knowing the best course of action was to keep Toby happy because as long as she did that he wouldn't shoot her. She pulled the car door open and she could feel the gun pointing at her spine as they exited the car. She rummaged in her bag, at first she was looking for some weapon. But there was nothing in there to use. Just her iPhone, her purse a few tubes of make-up and a tiny hand mirror. She kicked herself. Her mum had always told her to get some pepper spray and she had never listened. She resigned herself to waiting for another opportunity, and pulled her keys out to unlock the door to the house. Meanwhile Toby had walked round the car and as Rachel slid the key into the lock she felt his hand slide under her coat and squeeze her right arse cheek. Her whole body squirmed at his touch. She was rushing so much to get the key into the second lock she dropped them. This meant that as she bent down to pick them up her arse pressed into his hand. She felt him squeeze tighter. "Look at you enjoying my hand on your arse. You filthy slag!" Rachel knew better than to argue. Finally she got the door open. "Go on bitch! Get inside! And ...
    get your coat off!" Rachel stepped inside and removed her coat, and hung it on a hook by the door as she always did. She turned to her tormentor completely naked except her black heels. She covered her pussy as he looked her up and down. "God you really are so fit." He drooled as he admired her long, smooth legs, accentuated by the high heels; her slender, but curvaceous figure, with large hips, and then no fat on her stomach, but no muscle either; up to her mammoth, breasts that looked like two beach balls, bulging out from her body; and then her sexy, scowling face, looking at him staring at her with such hate. He didn’t like that look and so before she could react he had stepped forward, clutched her breast in his right hand, pushed her back up against the wall and moved her hand aside, to slide his left hand between her legs. She shuddered and squealed as his digit slipped inside her. "Please stop" she begged as his finger started to flick around inside her, and his hand squeezed and pulled at her breast. She felt so abused. But instead of stopping, he just put his lips to hers to stop her complaining. She now had to contend with being assaulted in three places as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She kissed him back, she didn't really have a choice with her tormentor still holding a gun, for whilst one finger was inside her. The other four maintained a firm grip on the weapon. This also had the added effect of the shaft rubbing on her clit from the outside, pinning it ...
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