She moaned a little when she saw Mark wheel her dead husband's rolling chair out from behind his desk.
For an instant she'd thought her nightmare was over, when they'd pulled their hideous cocks from her body and her own orgasm had begun to fade into memory. Wayne's words had told her that the pain and degradation they had in store for her was just beginning. It didn't matter, she'd had an orgasm while being raped atop the desk her husband had worked at for years, by the two men, she now realized, who hated him most. How much lower could they drive her?
Wayne lowered her into the chair, draping her legs over the arms. Then he and Mark tied her quickly, so that her knees pointed toward the ceiling, her legs were spread painfully wide and her cunt gaped wide open. It still sparkled with her juices and the cum Wayne had spilled inside her. Her ass hung perhaps an inch above the seat of the chair, and every muscle in her legs howled in immediate agony.
"Oh please, this hurts!" she whimpered. She had cramps in both her thighs and one calf already. "This is killing me! Please stop it!"
"Beg some more," Wayne sneered, walking behind her with more ties. "It sounds good coming out of your slutty, prick-tease mouth!"
Karen immediately clamped her mouth shut, in spite of the terrible pain she was feeling. It had been stupid to think that begging these men would do anything more than drive them to greater cruelties. They wanted her to beg, wanted her to scream out in pain.
Wayne grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her, drawing an involuntary cry from her lips. He tied them to the bottom rung of the chair and then tied her elbows together, tightening the tie around them until her elbows touched.
Karen clenched her teeth to keep from crying out in her anguish. Now she was bowed back in the chair, her tits upthrust, her long body made to seem longer, her neck straining to keep her head from tilting back. Her body was alight with pain.
"All right." Mark opened the door of the office and nodded to Wayne. "She looks ready. No, one more. Around her eyes."
"No!" Karen pleaded again as Wayne wrapped the tie around her head, blinding her. She knew that they were planning to take her out of the office, take her out into the halls where anyone could see her. "No. You don't want to be caught, do you? If you take me out there, you're sure to be caught!"
"Can I put one in her mouth, too?" Wayne joked as he wheeled her toward the door.
"No, I want Karen to tell us how she wants us to fuck her," Mark said as Wayne rolled her out the door and into the hallway. "How she wants to suck our cum and swallow our cocks and take our pricks up her cunt and ass. Tell us, Karen."
"Fuck you," Karen answered, tears flowing down her cum-stained face. "I'll make you both pay for this!"
"Ah, good." Mark reached down and pinched one of her nipples between his finger-nails, squeezing it until Karen's body shook with the pain. "I thought you were going to give in too easily. Nice to see that you have a little spirit left in you."
Now Karen was glad for the blindfold. Mark had everything in his favor, and he was treating her debasement, her enslavement, like it was a joke, just a little diversion. She wondered if that was really all she represented to him, and it made her burn with shame.
Two men walked down from the other end of the hall. Karen could hear the footsteps, their conversation, before they saw her. She flushed red from head to toe at the thought of their discovery, but at least this could be the end of her torment. It would be terribly humiliating, but she would see Mark and Wayne both in prison for what they'd done.
"Help me!" she screamed. "Help me, please!"
"My goodness, Karen," Mark moaned. He took one pink cunt-lip between his fingers and jerked on it so hard that Karen almost passed out. "How melodramatic."
"Help me!" she screeched again. "Help me! These men are kidnapping me!"
The footsteps grew nearer and Karen's spirits soared. Maybe the men would be so outraged by what Mark and Wayne had done to her that they'd kill them on the spot. But she began to sense something wrong.
There was no urgency to the men's approach, no shouts in return to her own. And neither Mark nor Wayne seemed very concerned. Something was wrong, and Karen's heart began to sink.
"Damn, boss," a new voice said. "I know you said things were going to be more interesting around here from now on, but tied-up sluts in the hall? Sexy ones at that."
"Oh shit!" the other voice said. "That's the old guy's bitch wife. The blonde cock-tease. Oh shit. All right, Mr. Drey, you put that cunt in her place!"
There would be no help. Karen slumped as far as her bondage would permit, the cramps in her tortured legs causing her to shudder uncontrollably and the pain from both her arms and legs and back making her break into a cold sweat. It made her look sexier yet, her muscles standing out in bold relief, her stomach pulled in and her tits thrust out from her position, her whole body sparkling with sweat. Both the new men had instant erections. Both men looked at their boss hopefully.
"I want to keep Karen a secret for a while," Mark said. "Wayne and I were getting ready to install her in her new office. It's about time for your breaks, isn't it? You could come along if you like."
The words hit Karen like an especially sharp blow from Wayne's belt, but the two men chortled with glee. As Wayne pushed her down the hall, they pawed at her like a couple of horny teenagers, mauling her tits, poking her cunt, pinching her all over. Karen kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to cry out even when one of the men shoved his finger up her ass. No matter what had happened already, she refused to be humiliated in front of a couple of low-level employees.
Karen could sense the change of light when Wayne wheeled her into the new room. She heard a door close behind her and wondered where she'd been taken. Mark had called it her new office. How long had they been planning to do this to her?
"You never sucked me before," Wayne said. She felt the slap of his limp cock against her cheek. "I'm feeling sort of deprived, cumsucker!"
Karen turned her head as much as she could, trying to avoid the loathsome touch of Wayne's cock. They wouldn't get her to suck cock again, she thought. Especially not in front of a pair of nobodies.
Wayne curled his hands in her lush blonde hair and jerked her face around to his and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. Karen gasped for breath as he probed his tongue inside her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of the two men. Wayne held her mouth open with his hands as he broke the kiss, and then he spat into her open mouth. Karen gagged but he slammed her mouth shut until she swallowed.
"Dumb cunt!" he said, yanking the young widow's head back and forth by his grip in her hair. "She'll suck my spit but not my prick. What are we going to do with her, boss?"
Karen heard the snap of what she immediately knew was a whip, and her heart began to race. They had a whip in here. She knew that it was Mark who held it even before it snapped across her stomach just above the line of her golden cunt-fur.
And before she could scream from the first blow, Mark hit her three more times, once across her wide-spread thighs, once across the cut of her ribcage and once against the erect bud of one nipple.
Karen screamed. She was certain that Mark had torn her nipple off. She wanted to tell Wayne that she'd suck his cock, that she'd suck all of their cocks, even Mark's if he wanted, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, Mark had hit her again, this time letting the whip bite her other nipple. She lurched so violently at the pain that she almost tipped the chair over, but Wayne held her steady and slapped his cock across her face again.
"Ready to suck now?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers on the young widow's crimson nipples. She opened her mouth meekly and waited for Wayne to put his prick in. She knew they'd won again.