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Authors name: Major Falconer (parthian66@aol.com)
Story title : Rachel's Story
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RACHELS STORY (M/f-teen, voy, rp, work)
by MAJOR FALCONER (parthian66@aol.com)
***
A young girl pays the price for a mistake at work.
***
Rachel had been working in her first job, after finishing
school, now for four weeks; it was a summer job until she
left for college. She enjoyed the work and the people
there except for Mr. Falconer, the middle-aged manager of
the section she worked in, who was rather stern and prone
to outbursts of irritation and anger when silly mistakes
were made by the girls in his office.
Rachel had not been on the end of one these tirades yet,
he was usually polite and helpful to her but sometimes
Rachel caught him looking at her with a strange look in
his eyes, when she caught him staring at her it made her
blush and feel uncomfortable. Rachel was not very
sexually experienced but could recognise desire and lust
when she saw it in a man, she was proud of her body and
kept in shape by continuing her dance classes from
school. But with Mr. Falconer the intensity of his gaze
and the feeling he could see her soul, and body, laid
bare was very unnerving.
Then on Friday disaster struck! While inputting some data
Rachel accidentally deleted some very important files,
without these files there would be major problems for the
office on Monday. It had not really been Rachel's fault,
she had not been fully trained on this computer program
but Mr. Falconer was very angry and told Rachel she would
have to work Saturday to re-input the missing files, the
girls in the office offered to help but Mr. Falconer said
no, Rachel must do the work herself, he would be in to
supervise her. Without the other girls help Rachel knew
the work would take almost all day, she was not looking
forward to this as the weather forecast said Saturday
would be very hot and sunny.
Rachel woke up and cursed the fact she had to go into
work but this job was important to her and she grumpily
got up for a shower. The weather forecast had been right
and the day promised to be hot and sunny. She put on a
matching set of white bra and knickers which were quite
skimpy, but nice and cool, and a lovely pale blue summer
dress, which buttoned up the front. Not her usual office
attire but ideal for the hot weather and going into town
after work.
When Rachel got to work there were the usual mix of
people in on a Saturday morning but she and Mr. Falconer
were the only people in the office, Mr. Falconer started
Rachel on her recovery task and then went out to the
factory floor, coming back later. The morning drifted by
and at twelve o'clock one of the supervisors came into
the office and told Mr. Falconer that he was the last to
leave the factory floor and would lock up the factory
except for this office were Rachel and Mr. Falconer were
working.
Mr. Falconer said he would lock up the offices once they
had finished their work and said goodbye to the
supervisor.
Realising it was lunchtime Rachel told Mr. Falconer that
if it were OK she would go for lunch; Rachel then took
her lunch and went out into the brilliant sunshine. At
the back of the factory there was a secluded area were
the office girls spent their lunch breaks when the sun
was shining, it give the girls privacy from the young men
in the factory who would sometimes shout humorous
comments and lewd remarks to them, especially when the
girls hitched up their skirts to catch the sun on their
legs.
After eating her lunch Rachel lay on the soft grass and
daydreamed about the happy future she hoped lay ahead for
her. Rachel pulled up her dress to around mid thigh, the
sun was very hot and she wanted to catch some sun, Rachel
soon began to doze of in the hot sunshine.
*
"Rachel! Are you coming back to work today?" Mr. Falconer
said standing above her, "it's nearly one-thirty now."
Rachel hurriedly got up and pulled her dress down, God,
she thought, how long had he been there, Rachel was
uncomfortable with the thought that Mr. Falconer could
have seen up her dress while she was dozing. Ugh! how
horrible she thought to herself. When they got back to
the office and Rachel was back inputting the missing
files she could feel Mr. Falconer's eyes staring at her,
again she could not help but blush and squirm under his
gaze.
At three-thirty Rachel finished and, with a quiet cheer,
she began to gather her things together. "I am going now
Mr. Falconer, see you Monday" Rachel said.
Mr. Falconer then said in a matter of fact voice that
Rachel would not be going just yet, she would have to be
disciplined for the initial mistake that had caused them
to come in on a Saturday morning.
"What do you mean? Disciplined?" Rachel said.
"You have rectified your mistake but now I have decided
that further punishment is in order, I am going to spank
you" Mr. Falconer said in a calm, natural voice which
unnerved Rachel.
"You have got to be joking! That's not right, I'll report
you!" Rachel spluttered, shocked at his threat of a
spanking, "You must be mad!"
"There really is no choice," Mr. Falconer said standing
up," I am going to spank you and then maybe fuck you."
Rachel stood rooted to the spot as he approached; in her
worst nightmares she had never contemplated such a
scenario. Physical attacks, rape occurred late at night
in bad parts of town, not in the workplace, in the middle
of the afternoon.
"Put your things down and lean over the desk, Rachel" he
said in a calm voice. Rachel snapped out of her shocked
state and turned round and headed for the door, she had
not gone two steps when Mr. Falconer grabbed her and
threw her to the floor.
"NO!" She screamed, "I will call the police! GET AWAY
FROM ME!"
"I have decided this is going to happen Rachel, how this
happens, easy or hard, is up to you. Now get up and lean
over that desk!" Mr. Falconer said with emotion now
entering his voice as he glared at her. Rachel had been
to the self-defence classes and knew the theory of how to
react in these situations but this was actually happening
to her and she desperately tried to think of how to get
out of this.
"Lets stop this now and we will forget about it, OK?"
Rachel said shuffling backwards on the floor, trying to
create space between her and Mr. Falconer. As she moved
away the skirt of her dress rode up her thighs exposing
her legs and knickers, panic started to rise in Rachel's
mind as she tried to both move away and cover herself up.
Mr. Falconer moved quickly and grabbed her and picked her
up, he held her close and attempted to kiss her. Rachel
screamed loudly and then Wham! Mr. Falconer hit her
across the face, her scream cut short. Another slap
across the face stunned Rachel; she tried to fight back
and attempted to knee Mr. Falconer between the legs but
he avoided the blow and punched Rachel in the stomach.
This took Rachel's breath away and she fell to the floor,
gasping for air.
"FUCKING BITCH! You fucking sluts are all the same,
showing of your bodies! I saw you outside, showing me
your legs; you knew I was there didn't you!" Mr. Falconer
was now breathing heavily as he stood over Rachel, his
fists clenching and un-clenching, his emotions of lust,
hate and anger rolling like waves across his face.
"I didn't know you were there, please stop this, let me
go home. I won't tell anyone, I SWEAR!" Rachel said, her
mind now a jumbled mess as she tried to come to terms
with the situation she was in, her calm and sheltered
life now falling apart.
He reached down and picked her up, inside a voice was
screaming at her to fight and kick but Rachel did not
fight, another voice in her head was telling her to
survive, she would have to get through this somehow. This
time when he attempted to kiss her she did not fight, but
she also did not respond except she started to cry, tears
rolling down her face as he assaulted her mouth with his
tongue.
"That's better; you know you really want it. How many men
have you fucked Rachel? How many men have had a taste of
this?" He demanded as he reached down and placed his hand
on her cunt. Rachel squirmed under his touch, his groping
fingers hurting her. She was not a virgin but had only
been with one boy, they had sex twice and then finished.
His other hand now started to squeeze her breasts and he
pressed his body against her, with a silent scream her
mind registered the feel of his erect cock rubbing
against her.
"Leave me alone, please!" she sobbed, "this can't be
happening to me."
"Yes it fucking is, now take your dress off, quick! Mr.
Falconer demanded releasing her and stepping back. Rachel
was horrified to see that he had un-zipped his trousers
and was slowly stroking his erection, his cock was bigger
than the boy she had slept with and her stomach turned at
the thought of the coming rape.
Rachel slowly started to un-button her dress, when she
had finished the buttons the dress hung like a coat
around her, she did not have the will to take it right
off. Mr. Falconer stood in front of her and pulled dress
open and her body was revealed to him, his eyes crawling
over body. "Nice tits," he crudely stated, "I like your
knickers; you are dressed to be fucked!" Rachel was
quietly sobbing as he pulled the dress of her shoulders
and it fell to the floor.
"Have you ever sucked cock? No? You had better start now
so my cock will be nice and wet; I want it to slip nice
and easy in to that sweet cunt of yours. Remember no
teeth or there will be trouble," Mr. Falconer said
pressing on her shoulders, forcing Rachel to her knees.
He put one hand on Rachel's head and with the other hand
grasped his cock and pressed it against Rachel's lips,
"OPEN UP, CUNT!" Mr. Falconer shouted.
Rachel shook her head, she could not do this, and she was
rewarded with a smack to the head. He pinched her nose
causing her to stop breathing, her mouth opened gasping
for air and he thrust his cock into her, causing her to
gag as her lips closed over his member. With both hands
now either side of her face Mr. Falconer proceeded to
fuck her mouth, tears streaming down her lovely face, now
contorted with fear and revulsion.
"OH YEAH BITCH! TAKE IT ALL IN! YOU'RE MY LITTLE FUCKTOY
NOW!" He shouted.
Rachel thought someone must come and help her, save her
from this, but the factory was empty, no one could hear.
The Mr. Falconer she had known had now been replaced by
this monster, what had happened to her life of this
morning? Everything in her life was now this moment, this
cock, sliding in and out of her mouth.
With a triumphant shout of, "YES! YES! Mr. Falconer
exploded in her mouth, spurts of cum filling her mouth,
she had to swallow to stop from choking but still some
escaped down her chin. Mr. Falconer pulled his wilting
cock out of her mouth and pushed her away, Rachel fell to
the floor and rolled into a ball, coughing and
spluttering as she tried to get rid of the taste of his
cock and cum. Mr. Falconer was standing watching her, one
hand caressing his cock, "I am going to get undressed
now, we haven't finished yet. I am going to enjoy fucking
your cunt and if I feel like it I may do your ass as
well. Would you like that?"
Rachel looked tearfully at him and watched as he took his
clothes off and folded them neatly on a desk.
"Come here Rachel, stand next to me," Mr. Falconer said
patting the desk next to him. With a last vestige of will
and courage Rachel jumped up and made for the door, Mr.
Falconer moved quickly and blocked the door. Rachel was
confronted by him standing in front of the door, naked
and with horror she noticed his cock becoming erect
again.
"Ah! Still got some spirit, that's a good little girl!
Now take your bra off and show me those delightful tits,"
said Mr. Falconer with advancing towards her.
Rachel retreated backwards but came an abrupt halt when
she was stopped by a desk. Mr. Falconer was now standing
directly in front of her, he reached out and pulled the
straps of her bra down of her shoulders, he then pulled
the cups of her bra down and revealed her tits, "Lovely!"
He said and lowered his mouth down onto her left breast,
sucking noisily, her body responded to his assault with
her nipple becoming hard and proud, he moved on to the
right breast with the same result. "Liking this are you
slut? I thought you would like it a little rough, little
sluts like you are all the same, say you don't want it
but all the time craving it!"
Mr. Falconer pinched and mauled her breasts. In response
Rachel picked up a book she felt under her hand on the
desk and swung it at Mr. Falconers head, connecting with
a thud he stumbled to the floor with a cry of anger and
pain.
"BITCH!" He shouted as Rachel made for the door, she was
out of door and into the reception area before Mr.
Falconer was up and after her. So there she was, Rachel,
'a nice and quiet girl' clad only in brief white panties,
her mouth still tasting of cock and cum being chased by
an angry naked man with a raging erection.
Rachel made it to the front entrance to the factory but
she screamed when the door would not open, it was locked!
Any one driving or walking by would have seen a very
attractive, semi naked girl screaming and banging on the
glass door before a man grabbed her and dragged her away.
"Oh my! You have really fucked it up now! I was going to
let you go after we have had our fun, now I think I will
call some friends of mine to come round for a little
party, are you up for a gang-fuck?" He whispered in her
ear as he pulled her away from the door. The roller-
coaster ride of emotions Rachel was experiencing came to
a shattering halt as the implications of what Mr.
Falconer said sank into her battered mind, this was bad
enough but not a gang-rape!
Parts of Rachel's mind were shutting down in shock at the
what was happening to her, her calm, settled life was
being torn apart by this man who only a few hours before
had been an insignificant part of her life. But now he
was her life, her very existence revolved around this
naked man, his cock and his threat to call some friends
to come and gang rape her.
Mr. Falconer held onto her tightly and took Rachel into
the office rest area and threw her down onto one of the
sofas. Holding onto his head were Rachel had hit him Mr.
Falconer said in a cold, calm voice, "I am so going to
fuck you now," and he reached down and tore Rachel's
panties right off. He held her panties to his face and
inhaled deeply, "Ah! The sweet smell of young cunt, I
love it! Shall we see if you're wet? Not that it makes
any difference to me but you may prefer a wet fuck to a
dry fuck."
Mr. Falconer gripped her legs by the ankles and pulled
her legs apart, Rachel's tried to cover herself up with
her hands, to hide her secret place. Mr. Falconer
laughed, "If you had had such modesty when you were
sunbathing this would never have happened you little cock
teaser, I followed you outside when you went for lunch.
You girls never see me watching, but I see you, talking
about sex and the size of your boy-friends cocks. Showing
off your legs and flashing your knickers!" Mr. Falconer
said gripping her ankles tight enough to hurt.
"I saw you today and when you dozed off I moved closer,
looked up your skirt and saw your little white panties. I
decided then to have you, to get inside those little
pants of yours and fill your cunt with my cum! God I had
to stop myself taking you there and then you looked so
hot! But I decided to wait, let you finish your work
first. If you would have let me spank you none of this
would have happened. I would have kept your little
knickers as a souvenir for a wank later but that would
have been all, but NO! You had to fight me and say no,
STUPID BITCH!" Mr. Falconer finished his outburst
practically spitting the words out. Rachel knew what was
coming, she was going to be raped by this man, he was
going to put his cock inside her, this was not how it was
supposed to be for her!
Mr. Falconer slid his hands down her legs until he was
gripping her thighs and forced her legs further apart.
Her cunt was spread wide for him as with one hand he
removed her hands from her pussy, and started to fondle
her cunt lips with the other hand. Rachel was dry and it
hurt when first one and then two fingers were pushed into
her tight vagina, as a defence mechanism her body
betrayed her and her vagina began to get wet and soon Mr.
Falconers fingers were sliding in and out smoothly,
"Fucking slut, you're all wet! Ask me to fuck you! Beg me
to fuck you! COME ON, BEG, SLUT!" He shouted
triumphantly.
All the while Rachel was sobbing and tears were running
down her face, but Mr. Falconer had no pity in him, he
had to fuck this girl!
Mr. Falconer put his face between Rachel's thighs and
licked her cunt from top to bottom, sucking noisily on
her cunt lips and invading her with his tongue, after a
few minutes he came up for air and with his face and
mouth covered in Rachel's juices he attempted to kiss
her, Rachel shuddered at the taste of him and her juices
as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
While he was kissing her she felt the full weight of his
body on her, she could hardly breath. Rachel could feel
his cock rubbing against her pussy and legs. He reached
down and grasped his erect cock, guiding it towards
Rachel's wet cunt. Rachel let out a despairing scream as
Mr. Falconer found the entrance and forced the tip of his
cock into her, with her last ounces of energy she tried
to push him out, push him off her.
It was no use, Mr. Falconer just laughed and said,
"That's right bitch, struggle and squirm but it wont help
you because I am going to fuck you good!" And with that
he was fully inside her, her tight, nearly virgin cunt
full of Mr. Falconer. Rachel's legs shot out straight and
her body shook with shock as his cock thrust into her,
she could not look at his face and shut her eyes tight.
With his cock embedded deep inside her Mr. Falconer
stopped and stared at Rachel, drinking in the sight of
this young girl lying beneath him, her pretty face
bruised and red from the slaps and her crying, her sexy
body shaking with the sobbing she could not stop.
He started to slowly slide his cock in and out,
everything in his, and Rachel's, life now focused on this
moment, whatever the future held for them forgotten as
their joined world, their existence, was this cock
sliding in and out of this young cunt. Mr. Falconer's
cock thrusting into Rachel soon began to speed up, his
lust for her taking over from every other thought in his
mind.
He was brutally fucking her with his cock, his body
slamming into her with every thrust, her tits bouncing
with every thrust. Mr. Falconer was saying over and over
again, his voice rising as he approached climax, "Cunt,
Bitch, Whore, CUNT, BITCH, WHORE! Then with a final
massive thrust he came inside her, his cock spurting load
after load of his cum inside her, filling her cunt.
Rachel let out a despairing wail as she felt him cum
inside her, even though he had cum he continued to thrust
his cock into her, forcing his cum to leak out and run
down her thighs and into the crack of her ass.
Mr. Falconer fell on top of Rachel his breathing ragged
and heavy as he recovered from his climax; she lay there
staring into space. Rachel felt his cock flop out of her
bruised cunt as he got up."Lick it clean" was all he said
as he pushed his cum covered cock against her mouth,
wiping it across her lips. When he raised his hand as if
to hit her she opened and took his cock into her mouth
and licked his cock clean of cum and her juices, her
resistance and will completely broken.
As Rachel lay there, cum leaking out of her abused young
body, then she heard.... "Bob? Hi, it's me. Can you get
the boys together for a party? I've got just the thing
for our usual party games. Yeah she's a pretty one. No
not a virgin, not now anyway, HA HA! But she's got one
hole that's virgin, know what I mean? OK, OK you can have
first shot at her; now hurry up with the van. Her name?
Rachel. See you soon."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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