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It's a Job But Someone's Got To Do It
by Pagan (kayce69@haytor.fsworld.co.uk)
***
From riches to sexy rags. (MMF, nc, rp)
***
Bridget, the daughter, Bernadette her mother, the two
solicitors and a few friends of the late Maxwell Harper
stood in the drawing room of Piermont House and chatted
quietly about the virtues of Maxwell.
At the daughters request the funeral had been a quiet
and dignified occasion. Bridget stood with, Allrode and
Blount the family solicitors, Bernadette stood talking
to someone she had never met before and others helped
themselves to as much free food and drink as their
greedy little bodies would allow.
Bernadette and Bridget took up their normal stance with
each other that of back to back, as they never saw eye
to eye; Bridget being the clever businesswoman and
apple of daddy's eye. Bernadette the woman who spent it
as fast as they made it just to impress the ladies of
the golf club or the fitness clubs and most of all the
lavish parties for the bridge fraternity.
The reading of the will was arranged for the following
Thursday at 10am and all banking, investments and
assets would be frozen up too and including that date
until then Bernadette went to her part of the mansion
and Bridget to hers.
Bernadette had Bridget when she was eighteen, she got
pregnant deliberately, Maxwell was a rich man and she
was and still is, one of life’s beautiful people, as
she used to say, "I’m prime real estate and worth the
best."
As for Bridget she had the best of both worlds; her
mothers beauty and her fathers business brain, never
one to miss an opportunity to make a killing and kept
the money hungry admires well out of her way.
As always the two women travelled in separate cars and
Bridget was the first to arrive, punctuality a must in
her world, she sat with the two solicitors until twenty
past ten when Bernadette arrived. She swept in, her
clothes tailored perfectly. She wore a grey and red
suit, the short-waisted jacket matched the short
pleated skirt, the collar of a red blouse showed over
the jacket lapels, her hair pulled tightly back in to a
bobbing fully styled ponytail was covered by a red hat,
her very expensive Charles Sinclair sunglass’s covered
the top half of her stunning features as her pouting
mouth apologised for her lateness explaining. "I saw
this most adorable hat, just perfect for my Gucci
exclusive and I just had to have it," she laughed when
she admitted that it was so expensive that it had taken
the last of her cash and she was broke but that would
soon be sorted.
Allrode dismissed her remarks by ignoring them and
began his reading, "The last will and testament of
Maxwell Richard Harper is very simple, he leaves
everything and that literally means everything to his
daughter Bridget Kathleen Harper."
Bernadette stood up ripping her sunglasses from her
face, "You can’t mean this, do you mean this conniving
little daddy's girl gets the lot, what do I get, there
must be something, I always got an allowance every
month so what’s to become of that?"
Blount held some more documents, "The only mention of
you, Mrs. Harper, is that he hopes Bridget will pay off
the outstanding revenue bill you have incurred, the
company share holders would be very critical of that
amount of monies outstanding, they will vote and insist
on police attention, now Mr. Harper is no longer able
to cover it up your indiscretion."
Bernadette, still standing was totally dumbfounded, her
eyes scanned the three people before she composed
herself, "What the hell do you mean, I have a revenue
bill?"
Blount continued, "You allowance was taxable and to
date they have cost the estate some 750,000 making a
taxable payment of 84,000 which your late husband has
put against tax deductible items from the business. Now
he is dead and Bridget is now over eighteen she makes
the decision as to A. Carry on hiding it until such
time as you can pay it back or B. She discloses it to
the share holders who will demand police involvement
which will as in, Lloyd’s verses Lonsdale could land
you in prison for a minimum of eight years."
Bernadette sat, "That’s ridiculous, I never signed for
a wage there’s no proof."
Allrode picked up a pile of papers, "These are copies
of slips you signed when your allowance was paid to
you, is that not your signature?" He pointed at the top
slip.
She was now very flustered, "Yes that’s my signature
but I have never signed anything like that."
Allrode put the papers back down, "I don’t think that
will stand up in a court of law, they are counter
signed by Mr. Harper who is no longer able to
corroborate your denial."
Bernadette looked at Bridget, "Well young lady you will
get this sorted won’t you, it’s just too ridiculous to
even be considered."
Bridget had on her business face and that was set in
stone, "Of course I will sort, you will pay, its not a
problem, I will put it down to an oversight by father
and the share holders will have their pound of flesh,
ether from criminal compensation when you go to prison
or your immediate payment."
Bernadette was visible shocked, "But, but you can’t I’m
your mother, this is absurd, your joking, yes that’s it
your trying to frighten me."
Still the face stared blankly at her, "On the contrary
mother I have never been so determined in my life, you
killed him, you killed my father as much as if you had
done it by hand, you knew he was ill but your bloody
parties came first, he just had to keep you in money
and safe, that’s why I hate you but now I’m in charge
its going to be pay back time."
Bernadette looked round, each face as cold as the
other, her eyes wet with tears stammered, "You can’t
mean this, me, your mother in prison, I wouldn’t
survive, I-I," the tears finally won and she broke
down, her head went down to her hands and the hat fell
to the floor.
Bridget rose from the chair, she bent and picked the
hat up, turning to the wall mirror she put it on, the
trilby style suited her. She turned back and looked at
the sobbing woman, "Mr. Allrode and Mr. Blount have a
proposition if they agree it can work then, and only
then, will I consider it but it will be up to you to
conform and up to them to assure me it will work." She
looked at the two solicitors, "I expect to hear from
you before the end of trading today, tomorrow I have a
share holders meeting, I wish to be fully aware of the
facts before I submit my findings, good day and above
all thank you for your loyalty."
The men had a last glimpse of the red hat as the door
shut behind Bridget, Blount was the first to get up and
approach the cowering woman, Bernadette looked up at
him, "What does she mean by a proposition?"
Allrode had gone to the desk draw and took out some
papers and a small box, he handed the papers to Blount,
Blount slapped them down hard on the desk in front of
Bernadette, "Read and sign, that’s the choice, oh I’m
sorry I’m forgetting, there’s always the little grey
dress with the number stitched over the left breast."
Bernadette’s hands shook as she picked up the paper,
her eyes scanned the paper; slowly her mind took it in.
***
This document is final and binding.
This document is between Bernadette Louise Harper and
her employer.
This document states that Bernadette Louise Harper will
do what ever her employer demands,
Her employer will have complete control over all
demands.
For this the employee, Bernadette Louise Harper will be
paid 1,000 per month, these monies will be paid to
Messer’s Allrode and Blount who will hold this in trust
until the outstanding 84,000 debt has been resolved.
The afore mentioned Allrode and Blount will insure that
the employer will give health care, feed and clothe the
employee until the debt has been resolved and they take
responsibility to monitor any problems the employee may
have with the employer, meetings will be arranged on a
fortnightly basis.
This document calculates that the debt will be paid in
7 years, until that date the employee will stay, reside
and not leave the employers address, namely, Piermont
Mansions.
DISCLAIMENT
Should at any time the employee withdraw her employment
or terminate her duties the monies accumulated will be
returned to the employer and the full amount (84,000)
be payable to the debtors concerned.
Signed the Employee Mrs. Bernadette Louise
Harper________________________
Signed the Employer Miss Bridget Kathleen
Harper_________________________
Dated, this day_______ this month________this
year_______
Witness___________________
In the presence of___________________
Bernadette sat in silence for at least two minutes, she
looked at them, "This means I have no say in anything
for seven years, it’s a nonsense what can you do if I
refuse?"
Both men sat on the desk ether side facing her, "You
are a little naïve, we are solicitors of very high
standing, you don’t think we don’t have all the avenues
covered, a mere phone call, someone finds an over
looked accounting problem and tax fraud are already
primed and waiting, I’d say three days and you would
then be well aware of what we can do if you refuse."
She laid her hand over the paper, "You mean seven years
in one prison or eight years in another."
Allrode picked up the small box, "You could say that
but just think you will at least know the inmates of
one and escape the stigma of public humiliation, that’s
if we tell Bridget it can work."
"Will it work, have I any other option?"
Allrode opened the box, "Only if we tell Bridget it
will, she would love to see you humiliated in prison so
you have no options, I’d sign if I were you."
Her hand reached for the pen, picking it up she signed,
Blount took the paper, "That’s the easy bit, now you
must prove to us that we should recommend this document
to our client."
She looked quizzically at him, "How?"
"First stand up and you may lift the back of your skirt
up to your thigh," she went to speak, "The time for
talking is over just do as your told, in fact we think
you should be a little less shall we say abrasive
towards us and do a little more sucking up, you should
remember its up to us, your fate and future is in our
hands."
She slowly straightened her long perfect legs and
stood, her hand went to the back of her pleated skirt
and started to gather the material up, her skirt moved
up revealing her dark stocking tops and then her white
thighs with a glimpse of frilly black panty.
Blount moved quickly, she felt a sharp jab in her thigh
making her scream out, her head swung round to Blount
who was giving a syringe back to Allrode, who in turn
put it in the box, before she could speak he said, "Its
what vets use to locate lost pets only that one is a
lot, lot more powerful, it’s a homing device so we know
where you are at all times."
Bernadette let go of her skirt, "Oh no Mrs. Harper keep
your skirt up; it’s rather a nice sight and I want to
put some antiseptic on the wound."
Bernadette bunched her skirt back up again; bit her lip
as she felt Blount’s hand on her thigh, slowly making
circular movements over the painful wound, pressing the
antiseptic pad hard as she groaned, "Am I hurting you
Mrs. Harper?"
She quietly said, "Just a little," he pressed harder,
she gave a little squeal, "Am I hurting you now?"
Trying to control her fear and not to cry Bernadette
said, "Yes."
Suddenly a stinging slap forced her forward over the
table, before the shocked scream had finished escaping
her throat her skirt was flipped up revealing her black
panty clad ass and a second hard slap had stung her
bottom.
She quickly put both hands on the table to push herself
back but Allrode grabbed them and held her firm,
Bernadette eyes fixed on to his, "For pity sake let me
go, what are you doing? I demand to be released."
Allrode’s face broke in to a huge grin, "Demand,
release, who are you to demand anything, you have
signed all your rights away. Now as I said you should
be very nice to us if you want us to look favourable on
your situation and your situation at the moment is to
let us relieve a little of the tension this day has
brought, so you just shut up and take your punishment,
the alterative is to horrible to contemplate."
Another slap then another, it took another six to have
her sobbing and for Blount to move away. Bernadette
heard a noise but before she could turn to see, Blount
was walking round the table in front of her, holding a
long cane that he whipped threw the air.
He smiled in to the tear stained face, "Your stunning
ass ever had the cane?" Unable to speak she shook her
head, "Well another new experience for you today," she
struggled in Allrode’s grip as she watched Blount
return around the table moving behind her.
She looked at Allrode, took a deep breath and went to
say, "Now listen to me," but all that came out was,
"Nowooowwwoo," as Blount delivered the first strike.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, the whipping sound filled the
room along with the sobs and squeals of the helpless
woman, her knees dropping and straitening as at each
blow, the fire burned in to her ass, Allrode had all on
to hold her. As Blount stopped she slumped over the
table openly crying, "Lovely sound don’t you think Mr.
Allrode."
"It certainly is Mr. Blount, and such a lovely sight,
black lace panties over firm round ass."
Blount pulled the waistband up so both men could look
down at the superb round globes and the deep dark
crease that separated them, "What do you think, maybe
some red horizontal strips to complement that black
ravine?"
Bernadette didn’t even feel her pants being pulled down
until they reached her thighs, she tried to wriggle
free only to hear, "That’s it wiggle it I love a moving
target," thwack, thwack, thwack, three red lines
started to appear on her white round flesh, as her
straggled, a pathetic cry filled the room.
Her head, lying on the table turned sideways her voice
no more than a pathetic whisper pleaded, "Stop, stop no
more, no more," thwack, thwack, thwack, "You sure you
want me to stop?" Thwack.
"Yes, yes please oh god please no more."
Blount stopped and lay the cane were she could see it
before he put a chair behind her, Allrode let her
wrists go and she slid back, Blount guided her on to
the chair. She sat there her pants around her thighs;
her skirt barely covering the dark thick covering of
her cunt bush.
Allrode came around to join Blount in front of the
broken woman, "You want more cane," she shook her head,
"Then you remember I said you should suck up to us and
be more friendly," she nodded, "Then suck up to us you
will."
Bernadette stared in horror as both men removed their
jackets and trousers, she half staggered from the chair
before Blount shoved her back down, she put her hands
up only to have them slapped away, "You can’t do this
to me, this is an outrage I will," a stinging blow to
the side of her face silenced her.
Allrode grabbed her ponytail, "You have no more, I
will’s, in you, you do it our way or not at all, do you
want us on your side or against you, now open your
mouth and suck my cock, I want to know what a blow job
for 84,000 feels like, so get it in your mouth and
start using those lips."
Bernadette tried to argue but Allrode just pushed his
cock at her mouth, yanking at her ponytail the
beautiful mouth opened and the thick hard meat jabbed
in to the back of her throat, her eyes wide open to the
excessive force, her hands pushing hard on his thighs
trying to stop the viscous attack on her mouth, she
looked to Blount for help. Blount just lay back against
the table stroking his cock, waiting his turn.
Allrode pounded the cock in to her mouth, silly "ug,
ug, ug" noises came from Bernadette, his hand went
under her jaw and cruelly dragged her head further on
to him, "Come on Missus, suck like you would on one of
your olives out of your dry martini, now come on suck."
Nothing that made any sense came from Bernadette’s
mouth, gurgles, gasps, and sobs accompanied Allrode’s
grunts as he pushed his cock hard down her throat,
exciting himself towards his climax, until he suddenly
pulled back and used his hand to spurt his juice over
the chocking woman, "Oh yes, yes that was good, you do
a nice blow-job Mrs. Harper."
Blount bent and picked up Bernadette expensive silk
scarf, wiping the sticky juice from her face as he
laughed at her sobbing and coughing, she tried to move
but a quick grab of her hair held her, "Blow your nose,
there’s cum dribbling out of it." With Blount holding
it, Bernadette, this beautiful, elegant woman blew her
nose in to her own scarf like a little obedient
schoolgirl.
Throwing it to the floor Blount pulled her hair back
forcing her to look up at him, "My turn for a high
class sucking, don’t even think about arguing just get
it in your mouth, and if your looking for options, your
ether sucking with plenty of tongue around the head or
I’ll do the same as him and that cock-head will fuck
the back of your throat, what’s it to be?"
She couldn’t control her sobbing, Blount shook her,
"What’s it to be?"
Bernadette looked down shaking her head, "No, no, no
more, my mouth is so sore please have mercy."
Still holding her ponytail Blount grinned as he pulled
her head back up, "Well then if not your mouth then
where, that nice stripped ass looked good or do I get
what’s between your gorgeous thighs?"
Those words really brought the tears flowing, "No, no
you can’t mean it, you wouldn’t, you just wouldn’t,"
Blount put his other hand round his hard rigid cock,
"Wouldn’t what, Wouldn’t fuck you, my dear lady that’s
all I want to do and fuck you I will, now you choose
the hole and be dam quick about it."
Almost inaudible she blubbered, "Not my mouth," Blount
pulled her hard up with her ponytail and dragged her
forward, "Then get over the table and spread them legs
nice and wide while I make my own 84000 choice."
With her pants still around her thighs, she fell
forward, Allrode pulled her skirt up and over her back,
the red lines looked fierce against the white flesh,
"No, no you can’t, I won’t let you," Bernadette
squeezed her legs together.
Blount grabbed at the cane, "Then all beat you till you
do." Allrode grabbed her arms and twisted them up her
back pinning her over the table, he moved left giving
Blount a clear shot, which he took, not once but twice.
It was not really a scream more a gurgled cry but the
words were audible, "Stop no anything but stop oh god
it hurts, no more please," the whimpering dissolved in
to a whisper, "Please no more."
Blount tapped the table, "It stops when your legs are
wide open and your ass is up showing me both holes."
Both men smiled as the long naked legs parted, Allrode
let go of her arms, "Further, you can do better than
that," the long legs continued to widen, the lips of
the snug slit peeling open with them.
Allrode couldn’t resist the sight, his hand cupped her
left cheek and squeezed the sore globe, she wiggled and
squealed as he slid his hand over and pushed his thumb
in to her puckered ass hole while his fingers pushed
the folds of her cunt lips apart, "You lucky man, looks
warm, snug and very inviting."
Blount gripped his cock and aimed at the soft flesh of
her cunt, "And I’m going to except the ladies
invitation," slowly his cock replaced Allrode's
fingers, pushing it in accompanied by the pathetic
moans of the prone woman.
The thick cock finally buried it self up to the hilt
before he got in to a rhythm, his hand gripped at the
ponytail pulling it hard back as he drove in, her head
pulled up off the table as she groaned.
"This is going to be interesting Mrs. Harper, are you
going to get wet while I fuck you? You going to do some
moaning before you cum? You a slut that likes a fucking
and I am in no hurry to find out, how shall I use you?
Let me think, maybe first a few fast thrusts," he
banged in fast humping her hard and then he slowed off,
"How did that feel? Next what do you say to a few nice
easy slow ones maybe I should try a little moving
around up there just to find out if you have any
excitable places that will start your cunt wiggling
again."
He drove hard then slowed off moving left and right,
thrusting at her as he changed angles, he sensed she
was getting wetter, her breathing had defiantly got
deeper and the occasional moan was enough to make him
work harder on her, his torment made easier as he
gloated, "Well, well you are getting wet, am I to
believe that the elegant, well mannered Mrs. Harper is
a slut who will fuck and suck like any two bit whore,
you certainly feel like one and I do believe your
starting to act like one."
Much as she didn’t want to, little moans escaped
between the sobs as the continues thrusting up her cunt
forced her body to respond, she tried to stay still but
Blount knew how to move with his hips pushing at her as
he moved up, down side to side.
Unfortunately for Blount with all this movement and
continues thrusting he could feel himself about to
climax, with a cry "Oh shit," he grabbed her hips and
drove himself hard at her, pushing her further on to
the table her feet almost leaving the floor until he
deposited his juice up in to her, pumping at her until
he spent every last drop.
Bernadette slumped back on the table sobbing, Blount
pulled out; slapping her ass, she lay there, his cum
slimy and wet on her thighs as she heard, "Fucking
lovely, Mrs. Harper your cunt is a treat and should be
used at least ten time a day."
The sobbing had now become crying, it didn’t have any
effect on the two men, who each took an arm and pulled
up off the table, Allrode turned her to him, "Well that
was a very enjoyable morning, but its time to take you
to your employer, of course you no longer have a car so
we will drive you, we have to present the necessary
paper work, so clean yourself up, stop your blubbering
and pull your knickers up or we will never get going."
Bernadette used their bathroom and tried to make
herself look as presentable to the outside world as
possible. With all the dignity she could muster she
walked between the two men to the garage at the rear of
the office block, they both smiled as they approached
the large new red Rolls Royce, Allrode looked over to
Blount, "Such a pleasure to do business with Miss
Harper," Blount smiled as he said, "Almost as much as
Mrs. Harper only in a different way," he grinned at her
as he opened the door.
The drive to Piermont Mansions was quite, only half a
dozen words passed between the two men in the hour and
twenty minute journey.
The car purred up the drive and stopped in front of the
large oak doors, Fraser was waiting and opened the door
to Blount; nobody opened the door for Bernadette.
Once inside the four made their way to the long drawing
room, Fraser opened the door. Stood by the French
windows holding a large gin and tonic was Bridget, she
turned and faced them, lent forward and shook hands
with both men, Bernadette went to sit on the long sofa
only for Fraser to hold her back, Bridget looked over,
"You sit when you are in your quarters and never in my
presences unless I allow it," she turned back, "Now
gentlemen to business."
Bernadette and Fraser stood silently as Bridget talked
to the men. Allrode and Blount listened and nodded
virtually agreeing to everything that was being said to
them, Bernadette heard little snatches of words.
Bridget was making sure that Bernadette had signed and
knew that her duties included, entertaining, making
money for the firm, keeping the house clean and above
all doing exactly what she was told and without
question.
The solicitors showed Bridget the signed document,
which she read, nodded and signed, the two men counter
signed and the document was returned to the attaché
case, Bridget looked at Bernadette.
"You will answer to Bernie and your new quarters are in
the south wing, Fraser will show you, there you will
find food and your uniforms, each day of the week you
will wear what is provided for you, this will depend on
what is happening that day."
She took another drink, "You will notice the wardrobe
is glass fronted so you will be able to see your
uniforms, but I have the key and I decide what you wear
and when, understand?"
Bernadette went to speak but and sharp tug on her arm
from Fraser silenced her.
"Fraser will show you to your quarters, there is food
and entertainment, other than that I will see you in
the morning at eight along with the other domestics,
that will be all, your dismissed."
Fraser pulled her towards the door; Bridget called
after her, "Remember any deviation from the contract
and you and I part company for a very long time and
believe me nothing would make me happier."
Fraser walked her down the top corridor of the south
wing she fumed at the humiliation and the word
domestics screamed in her brain.
The room was large but not what she was used to. A
large bed on the right hand wall, she recognized it as
one she had thrown out two years ago, she hated the
brass fittings, and to have rails at both ends was
never the height of fashion.
Next to it was the door to her bathroom, then round to
the bay window, a dressing table sat in the curve.
Bernadette’s eyes fell on the wardrobe, the glass doors
and what hung inside. She expected stripped smocks or
dark suits but what she could see was small low necked
tops and short skirts, some looked ridiculously tight,
the shelves were full of little bits of lingerie. Most
of the pants looked like two triangles held together
with ribbon and some of the bras had holes in the
centres, she could see stocking, even suspender belts,
lots of high heeled shoes, she slumped down on the bed,
just how much humiliation was she to suffer?
She didn’t remember falling asleep, she hadn’t even
washed or changed but it was morning, on the table
beside the wardrobe was today’s uniform. She stood, her
ass still sore from the beatings of yesterday and
slowly, her throat sore from fucking and dry with fear
she walked towards the table, her hand went up to her
mouth but the words, "Oh dear god, no," could still be
heard.
On the table lay a short top, just straps and enough
material to reach her navel, a very short tight skirt,
hold up white stocking with a wide pattern at the top.
The bra was half cup with push up inserts, the pants
were nothing more than a G-string, sat on top was a
pair 4inch ankle strapped high-heeled shoes.
As she entered the drawing room, Fraser, Robert and
Mark were already stood in front of the desk, Bridget
looked up, a small smile could not be hidden as she
watched Bernadette walk to the end of the line. The
high heels accentuated the firm muscles of Bernadette’s
shapely legs, and the white stocking could be seen
right up to the pattern as the skirt barely reached to
cover them.
Her breasts, being pushed up, showed her cleavage above
the scoop of the halter neck and there was at least two
inches of bare midriff on display, even with the traces
of a tear stained face below the ponytail hair, the
beautiful features of her petite face looked out of
place dressed like a hooker.
Bridget started her morning brief, "Robert, check the
barn, I want to know if we can convert to a conference
building and I will be using it for the party."
"Mark I shall want to gravel the back drive and cut an
opening between the rose garden to the back of the
barn, you can transplant the roses to the front
forecourt."
"Fraser, I shall drive myself to the meeting, I shall
go on to the Ambassador Rooms for a business dinner
with Mr. Sawang, I’ll be back by 11 or just after, tell
cook to prepare for you and the others, you know
something you can micro or salad then I will see her in
the morning about the forthcoming Asian party."
She looked at Bernadette, "Fraser make sure Bernie has
some idea of the cleaning rota and I’m sure she has no
idea where the cleaning equipment is stored, but I
leave you to sort, I will see you later, the rest you
can dismiss when things are done, your reports I will
expect by this time tomorrow, now I must dash so thank
you."
The four didn’t move until Bridget had left, then
Fraser took Bernadette out to the kitchen she was aware
of two sets of eyes feasting on her as she walked out
of the room.
The rest of the morning she busied herself cleaning and
tidying, she kept seeing the three men virtually
running at their duties, it was twelve when Fraser came
back and told her lunch was in the kitchen, she went
and picked it up and returned to her room.
She ate the salad and reflected on what she had become,
what her posh friends would think and what could she do
about it, the answer was nothing she had no choice.
She returned the plate to the kitchen, the three men
sat, they said nothing but they watched her, the way
she was dressed left little to the imagination. She
noticed a lot of empty beer cans in the waste bin and a
few empty plates to be washed up and as cook had gone
then that was one of her duties, she filled the sink.
It wasn’t until she heard, "Now that ass looks
fantastic, especially with those red strips, some
bodies been a naughty girl," that she realised that as
she was bent washing dish’s they could see everything,
nothing was covering her, the elastic ribbon of the G-
string firmly between her ass cheeks gave them a
complete view of the lower half of her sore ass, she
fought to get the short skirt back down.
There was movement and a hand touched her just under
her skirt at the top of her thigh, "What’s it like to
be one of us now?" Bernadette tried to move away from
the sink, "Please Mark stop we have work to do, lets
just get on with it," the three men laughed as Robert
got up and moved around the table he said, "Oh no, we
seem to have done all ours, we thought that now we
could just, shall we say, give you a hand."
She felt Marks hand slide round and touch her bottom,
"What’s needed here is some of cooks famous goose
grease, takes the sting away and helps the healing
process," Robert closed in on her other side pinning
her against the sink.
Fraser said, "Well if you’re quite sure I know were she
keeps it."
Bernadette tried to move but Mark and Robert held her
hands in to the sink as Fraser went to a cupboard and
took a jar. As he approached the trio Mark pulled the
back of the skirt up to Bernadette’s waist.
Squeals of protest echoed through the kitchen, "Please
stop it, you know who I am; you will leave me alone,
stop it stop it at once."
Fraser pushed his fingers in to the jar, "Yes we know
who you are, your Bernie the domestic and you’ve got a
pretty sore ass and I’m going to do something about
it," he slapped his grease covered hand hard on to the
exposed ass and started to rub. Wailing with pain she
fought to free herself but the two men held her firm.
He rubbed the grease all over her ass, laughing at the
way it wiggled as she tried to escape, but she stopped
and froze when she heard Mark say, "I wonder if they
beat her tits, would be a shame not to do the
gentlemanly thing and look after them."
Bernadette struggled as she realised what they were
going to do, Robert shouted, "There’s a knife in my
back pocket and rope just inside the bottom cupboard."
As soon as Fraser had cut the lengths of rope the two
men dragged Bernadette back to the large kitchen table,
they pulled her over it, Mark held her hands together
as Fraser and Robert grabbed at the bottom of the tank
top and pulled up capturing her bra at the same time,
pulling both up and off.
She struggled and yelled at them to stop but Mark let
Robert take one wrist and quickly they secured them
apart and to the each table legs. Her legs kicked out
but to no avail as they were held by Fraser until the
other two came and pulled her skirt off then fastened
each ankle to the bottom legs, her yelling became
pleading as she looked at the three men, who she used
to order about, gazing at her almost naked body.
"Now stop, look I won’t say anymore about this just
stop, I think you know that I eerrr," not one of them
was listening to her pleadings as Mark said, "You’d
think wearing little pants like that she would trim
herself, shame to see hair just whisping out, nice
though it is," she stared at them as Robert said,
"Maybe, it would be nice, as colleges you understand,
if we did it for her, it wouldn’t be a problem my razor
is in my room."
Fraser slapped him on the back, "Then go get it," as
Robert made for the door, Bernadette screamed at him,
"For god sake Robert no, don’t, you can’t," but she was
too late he was out and the door was closing.
She was brought back to the others when she felt her
hairs being played with, she looked at Fraser as her
pulled at the hair sticking out from the side of her
pants, "Get your hands off me, both of you untie me
now, I demand aaahhhh," she cried out as the two men
laughed, each one plucking a hair from her cunt.
She started to cry as Robert came back; even through
her tears she could see his razor, scissors and a can
of shaving foam, a last futile, "Noooo," came from her
mouth as Mark grabbed the scissors and cut the two side
ribbons of her pants and ripped the little triangle of
material from her body.
She lay there naked, she could see the lust in their
eyes; Mark looked her up and down, smiling at her, "God
your fucking gorgeous," Robert pushed him away, "I’ll
give you that, now lets shave the cookie pot and do
some gorgeous fucking," he smiled in to Bernadette’s
face as he snapped the scissors before lowering them to
her cunt, she squealed as she felt the cold blades
start on her curly bush of hairs.
She begged and pleaded with them to stop, but as all
she heard were crude remarks, "Oh you made a curl like
Elvis," or, "You’ve missed a bit here let me hold it
for you," as fingers pulled he hairs up for Mark to
cut.
She jumped as she felt the cold foam hit her, then the
scrap of the razor on her most private parts, she was
unable to stop the tears, "Aaaahhh, Bernie’s crying,
don’t you worry we will lick them off for you," Robert
smiled at her, "After we’ve all licked something else."
"There how’s that, first time and no nicks, looks good
enough to eat," Marks positioned himself between her
legs, eyes stared at Bernadette as his head lowered,
she groaned as his mouth made contact with her cunt, he
mimicked her with a long, "mmmmmmmmmm," as his tongue
snaked up in to her. Her torment was made worse as
Robert, said, "Left or right," Fraser moved left and
the two of them went to work on her tits, their tongues
flicking over her nipples.
Little sobs and moans came from Bernadette’s lips as
the three men licked and sucked at her body. Hands
squeezed at her tits as tongues continued to flick at
the hardening buds and lips pulled them to their
extended maximum. Fingers played around her cunt, a
tongue darted over her clit and round the flesh of her
swollen labia, but her moans were silenced as Mark
said, "If you two gentlemen will excuse me, I’m going
to have to fuck this beauty, then you can tie her how
you like and fuck anything you fancy, but for now."
She made a last plea as she saw Mark drop his trousers
but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. As he pulled his
sweater off she felt his cock touch her ankle, he smile
and moved it over her foot, then he lifted himself on
to the table, he knelt grinning at her as he picked up
the jar of goose grease, stuck his cock in it, pulled
it out and used his hand to smear the grease up and
down the long hard shaft.
"The times I have thought about this moment, the moment
I stick it to your cunt." He lowered himself, she
looked away as she felt his naked hairy legs against
her soft smooth skin, suddenly she felt his cock-end
touch her opening; her hips moved trying to escape the
inevitable rape.
As the meat started to penetrate, sinking in to the
warm opening, she moaned, Robert grabbed her hair, "You
know what they say Bernie, if its going to happen lay
back and enjoy it, well you got a lot of enjoyment
coming in you for the rest of the day," Mark started to
move, his hips thrusting, pushing all the way.
Bernadette struggled against the ropes as Mark started
to drive hard up her, Robert and Fraser stood ether
side watching, her eyes looked at both of them as her
head shook left and right. Mark grunted the words,
"Come on Bernie loosen up and enjoy it," as he thrust
his cock up in to her as far as it would go.
His hands mauled and squeezed her tits pinching her
sensitive nipple until she squealed then he bent and
covered her mouth with his, pushing hard until he hurt
her enough for her mouth to open, his tongue explored
the inside, pushing at her tongue the same way his cock
was pushing at her cunt.
Mark pulled himself up on his arms and stared down at
the spread-eagled beauty, he had wanted to fuck for a
long time, so now he was fully concentrating on this
fucking, pounding in to her watching the bouncing of
her tits as he forced her body to rock back and forth
on the table. She could feel he was about to empty
himself up her, she moaned, "No, no please not up me,"
he gasped the words, "Don’t worry you can’t be knocked
up," as the first of his juice leaked out, a few more
hard thrusts and the rest of his juice squirted in to
Bernadette’s body.
Mark lay for a short while, but he could see the others
wanted their turn at her. He pulled out and slid back
off the table, he put his hand round the base of his
cock and slid it up taking the smear of cunt juice and
his semen off, then he went to the head of the table
and wiped it all over Bernadette’s mouth, he tried to
push it in, "Something to remember me by," but Robert
was already pushing him out the way.
"Come on just cause you’ve been up her don’t mean you
can clear off, now tie her bent over this side of the
table, legs wide, use this rope and tie her legs to
each end, wrists tied behind her neck."
It took the three about four minutes to have her bent
as Robert wanted, he walked round in front of her, her
hands tied behind her neck, with the rope wound around
her mouth and neck it took her all her time to breath
let alone speak, she could only look at the lust in his
face.
He looked straight at her as he pulled his clothes off,
"A little rectum rape is next I think, still it may not
be rape at all, lets see if I can make you enjoy this,"
he slapped his hard cock on the table opposite her
face, "Gonna stick this up your ass and from what I’ve
seen it looks almost virginal tight."
Her eyes widened as what was going to happen to her
sunk in, she tried to move wiggling and struggling
which only inflamed Robert more, "Hope you wiggle like
that while I’m up it," he picked up the goose grease,
"Reckon I’ll need some of this and you will as well."
Robert repeated the same procedure as Mark but instead
of rubbing it all over his length he just left the glob
of grease on the end, he blew her a kiss and walked
behind her. She moaned and made an effort to lift
herself up but the feel of Robert's finger pushing at
her ass-hole forced her to drop back on the table.
"Oh yes this is going to be a tight one, need plenty of
grease up here." The squeals got louder as Robert
pushed grease up her ass, working his finger round
inside her, he slapped her ass hard, "Stop making such
a fuss, I’m only going to fuck your ass, I don’t think
it will kill you," remembering the pain of the last
spanking she stopped, squeezed her eyes tight shut and
waited for the next violation of her body.
She didn’t have to wait long, she felt the end of
Roberts cock push at her entrance, "It will be easier
for you if you just relax, I’m going to fuck you ether
way," she lay on the table and let him push in, the
grease made it easier.
Slowly it slid past the opening, then, just a little
back before another shove drove it further up, the
movement repeated again and again as his cock invaded
her, all Robert did was laugh as little whimpers
greeted every inch he shoved up her.
Soon he was rutting in and out of her, burying himself
fully up her rectum, as she squealed in agony he lent
forward and grabbed her elbows and hauled her back off
the table, he started to ride her like a baying horse,
all the time she had to listen to him explaining to the
others the beauty of fucking a tight ass.
He was now brutally fucking her, stretching her hole
wide as he embedded himself up the shapely woman’s ass,
her arms dragged back thrusting her tits out as he
bowed her back, he bent his knees allowing him to drive
up in to her, Robert was pounding her ass as he felt
his balls tighten forcing his juice up his meat, with a
great grunt his cock exploded, spewing its cream in to
the virgin ass.
He let go of her arms and grabbed her tits in both
hands, he held her back, impaling her on to his cock as
he banged her ass forcing every last drop of seed up in
to her before he let her drop back on the table, then
he just stood back to watch her ass-hole slowly shrink.
Robert looked at Fraser, "Which do you want," Fraser
was taking his clothes off, "I’m going to be greedy and
have all three," with out another word Fraser walked
behind the bound woman, gripped her hips and inserted
himself deep up her ass.
The force of his attack made Bernadette grunt, every
time he banged in to her he was driving her in to the
table, he was loving the ah, ah, ah sounds the came
from behind the rope gag. The way her legs were tied
allowed him to slide his hands round and feel for her
bold cunt, pushing his fingers in to the freshly fucked
hole.
Peeling her cunt lips open he bent his knees and pulled
out of her ass and slid it up in to her cunt, where he
continued his assault, fucking her with long slow
strokes, pushing in to the hilt, then he would pull out
and push back up her ass.
He did this about four times before he looked over to
Robert, "Just outside the door there are some green
rose canes, get me one would you I seem to be a little
stuck at the moment."
The word cane brought little squealing sounds from
Bernadette; Robert brought the thin green stick in and
laid it on the table in eye line with Bernadette,
Fraser reached over as he drove up her cunt, picked it
up and tapped it on the table, "Now come on you’ve had
a spanking before, we have all seen the marks and I bet
you enjoyed it, shall I find out just how much pain you
can take," squealing even louder she shook her head.
He pushed his cock deep in to her cunt, "You feel
that," she grunted and nodded, "All the way in," again
she nodded, then my little Bernie you have a choice,
ether all the way down your throat, or past the pain
barrier and beyond, just wiggle your pretty ass if you
want to suck cock."
Slowly her ass moved from side to side, "Come on you
can wiggle better than that or I may think you want me
to play headmasters on your ass." Her ass started to
move quickly; he rubbed his hand over the firm round
globes, "Pity but still there could be another time,"
then he asked Robert to unwind the rope from her mouth.
They left her wrist tied in front of her, untied her
legs, Fraser sat on the edge of the table, dangling his
wide spread legs as she stood in between them. He
played with her tits as she stood silently waiting,
then he ran his hand up the side of her neck, slid
round and tugged her head down to his hard wet cock,
"Go on Bernie taste yourself, and remember all the way
down," as if to emphasize what he meant he took the
cane and tapped it on the table.
The other two men admired the beautiful sight of this
elegant women bent, her ass sticking out, her legs wide
as ordered, they wanted to make sure they could see
both her holes, while her mouth was bobbing up and hard
down on to Fraser’s rigid meat.
The choking sound of her gagging as she pushed the full
length down her throat was the only sound in the
kitchen, the two men playing with their semi erect
cocks waiting to see if she would swallow it all, they
didn’t have to wait long, soon she started to retch as
Fraser held her head down in to his lap and jammed his
flooding cock up in to her mouth.
Fraser pushed her to one side, she slumped back on to
the table, he looked at her coughing and spitting,
trying not to be sick, "You want to go back to your
room?" Bernadette nodded, Fraser told the other two to
dress and clean up, which didn’t take long, then they
got her clothes, Fraser dressed then took hold of the
rope that was fastened to her wrists and pulled, her
arms jerked forward as she stumbled behind him,
following like some tethered sheep.
Fraser pulled her through the door of her room, Mark
dropped her clothes outside, her uniform always had to
be moved at night, a new one would ether be out or
brought by cook, Robert shut the bedroom door.
She stood in the middle of the room, "Will you please
untie me, I have to go to the bathroom," Fraser smiled,
"I think we will untie you after, tell you what lets
all go to the bathroom," his grin grew wider, "I like
to watch." She knew there was little point in arguing,
she turned and walked to the door the rope from her
wrists trailing between her legs.
She sat in total humiliation as she relieved herself in
front of the grinning men, Robert told her to use both
hands to wipe the drips from her cunt then lick them,
she glared at him in hateful defiance as she did but he
just laughed bent and grabbed the rope, pulled her
fingers from her mouth then yanked her back in to the
bed room.
Still trying to hold her dignity she calmly said, "Now
you’ve had your perverted fun with me will you untie
me?" Mark untied the rope from her wrist, as she rubbed
the circulation back, Fraser and Robert grabbed her and
threw her on the bed, held her tight as Mark
straightened the ropes then jumped on her as well. For
the next two hours the three men took turns tying her
in different positions and raping her again and again.
It was six when Mark stood back from her, he had just
filled her cunt for the second time, he watched as
Robert held her hair and came in her mouth again, as
both of them finished Fraser said, "That’s enough, its
time for you two to go, come on I’ll check you out then
come back and untie her," with a last look at the cum
covered beauty tied over the end of her bed, Robert and
Mark shouted, "Sleep well see you in the morning," she
could hear them laughing all the way down the stairs.
She was to exhausted to try and pull free, she just lay
bent over the rail, her wrists tied out to ether side,
her legs tied to ether foot post, she could feel the
cum dribbling from her ass and cunt, as she licked at
the bed clothes trying to rid her mouth of Robert’s
juice.
She heard the door open and Fraser said, "Well that’s
them two gone and Miss Bridget won’t be back until
11pm, what do you want to do?"
Almost losing it Bernadette sobbed, "Please untie me
and leave me alone, you know who I am, you obviously
know I can’t fight back and I have never done anything
wrong to you, yet you have all defiled me, now that’s
it, you’ve had me so just leave me alone, what do I
have to do, plead, if that’s what you want then I’m
pleading you, let me go."
Fraser sat on the bed in front of her and smacked the
thin green cane down hard, she almost choked as she
screamed, "No, for god sake no, not that," Fraser
stared at her with an evil grin, "Why not? You’ve
waggled that tush of yours around in front of me for
years, not even looking as though you could give a
shit, in fact you enjoyed watching me look at you, you
knew I wanted to fuck you, many a time I’ve seen you in
your little bikini’s or in just skimpy underwear and
you deliberately let me see a bit of cleavage or some
ass cheek, well today I’ve had all your holes and you
fuck just as I imagined now lets see if you sting how I
imagined."
As she started pleading he stood and whipped the cane
threw the air slowly walking behind her smiling as she
pulled franticly at the ropes, "No, no Fraser no please
I’m begging, no pleading don’t do it, look I’m sorry if
my teasing was wrong but don’t do this."
Thwack the first thin line struck home she made a
pitiful strangled scream only cut short by the second
strike then the third, the thin red welts were already
spreading across her ass.
Her squeals were interjected with pleas, "No, no god
stop it hurts so much, for Christ sake stop, Ahhhhhh,
No... ahhhhh, Please stop have
mercy…aaaahhhoooooweeee."
Fraser watched the eight thin red lines as the burnt
angrily across her bottom, then walked around, the fear
in her water filled eyes was just what he was looking
for, "You sing just as I imagined, why don’t I turn you
over and do you a matching cunt and tits?"
She was almost horse from screaming but she managed
speak through her whimpers, "Look Fraser please no, no
more for the love of god, don’t hurt me any more. I can
see you’ve got excited by my torture, your big penis
is," he slapped the cane down on the bed, "It’s a cock
you stupid cow."
Bernadette almost screamed as she saw the cane snap at
her, "Yes, yes it’s a cock, why don’t you let me look
after it, let me play with it, you can fuck me anyway
you like and I’ll let you do anything you want, but
please don’t hurt me."
Fraser bent his face down close to hers, "And if you
don’t then its back over these rails and I’ll really
show your ass whose boss."
She sniffled as he untied the ropes that held her arms
wide and then he pulled her up by her hair, dragged her
right arm behind her to her left hip. Then her left arm
behind her to her right hip and tied the rope off
around her waist.
He rubbed her ass, "Got some cream?" she quietly said,
"Over in the second draw on the right," he went and got
it.
He took a great hand full and spread it over her
stinging ass, "Not as good as goose grease, still you
always did go for expensive stuff that was crap," he
rubbed over her ass, then pushed some up her hole
before working it round between her legs and up her
freshly fucked cunt.
He untied her legs and made her stand while he
undressed again, he pulled the bedclothes back and lay
on the bed, "Come here," he patted the bed, she walked
over and lay beside him, "I think a nice romantic bit
of kissing first, you know a sort of hors d’oeuvre
before your mouth is filled with another main course."
She struggled up to him, he sniggered at the way she
had to push with her legs, "Sorry about the tying, just
wanted to give myself free access to that lovely tight
ass, whether I want to beat it or bugger it, it's
defenceless and you’d be wise to remember that."
He put his hands behind his head and shoved his
shoulders in to the pillow, "Hors d’oeuvre first then
you may feed me you nipples before sucking all that
muck out of my cock, then just carry on sucking until
I’m hard again before you have the pleasure of sitting
on it.
He pretended to yawn, "Then I think you can clean it
before you prepare me for a good butt fuck, and
anything else that takes my fancy, like finishing off
between these lovely tits," his hand slid over and
pinched a nipple, "There that should pass the time
quite nicely."
Fraser licked his lips and wiggled his tongue at
Bernadette; she swallowed and bent her head towards
his.
It was 10.15 when he untied her, she was exhausted, he
hadn’t done anything but layback and enjoy her, making
her fuck him, sucking his cock, licking it and kissing
the full length plus spending a long time licking under
his balls.
Then bouncing up and down as he grinned up at her and
pinched at the hard protruding nipples, occasionally
pulling her forward so he could suck on them before
pushing her back to resume her fucking.
After she had cleaned herself off his meat he pushed
her over him; she had to play her tits all over his
cock letting them swing so her nipples caressed his
meat knowing all the time she was doing it, she was
making it hard so he could gratify his lust for her
ass.
As he left her laying on the bed he took a piece of
paper from his pocket, looked at it and picked her
uniform for the morning, he looked down at her, "You
will be summoned at 8.15."
At 8.15 she stood in front of Bridget, should she tell
her, what would be the reaction, get rid of the moaner
or just ignore, she looked at her daughters face of
stone and left her sore wrist hidden behind her.
After Bridget dismissed her, she gently walked out
unknowing her daughter could see how sore her ass and
cunt must have felt.
For two weeks she kept herself to herself, Bridget did
not leave the estate and for some unknown reason
Bernadette felt safer with her there. She did get
groped a few times but only once was she caught in an
upstairs room by Robert and Fraser, they let her go
after they had pinned her arms behind her, forced her
to her knees and made her use her mouth on both of
them.
It was two days after that incident that she was
summoned to the long room, Allrode and Blount were
there discussing business, as part of the agreement it
was also the start of the fortnightly visits and they
wanted to talk to her alone, just to make sure
everything was alright, they also wanted to check her
accommodation, knowing it was pointless arguing
Bernadette lead them to her room.
She opened the door for them, let them pass then closed
it, they looked at her, she started, "You know this is
hell on earth, you know that there are things happing
here that I could," it was then that Blount’s hand hit
her face, "You have been told before, you don’t have
anymore, I could, I want, you are the property of the
company and we are part of that company."
She was still rubbing the side of her face when Allrode
handed her a paper, "Just sign, there is no point in
reading, it makes no difference to your predicament."
Bernadette scanned the paper, sentences like, I am
being fed, I am being clothed, I am being treated well,
I have made no complaint ether written or verbally, I
am in good health, all fitted together in legal jargon
filled the page, Bridget had already signed so had the
two men, it just left a gap for her signature.
She signed, picked up the paper and handed it back to
the smug looking Blount, "You bastards fitted me up for
this, you know I’m being kept under false pretences and
there’s nothing I can do, you have this legally water
tight, that’s why you used me, why you both beat me and
raped me."
Allrode put the paper away and turned back to her, "Oh
my how could you say such a thing, now be a good girl
and take your clothes off, its time to do a bit of
entertaining, part of your job description I believe."
Bernadette looked at him, "You don’t think for one
minute, I’m," he took a paddle bat from the case, "You
still don’t get it do you, no more I’m, now do you want
to take your clothes off with or without a red sore
ass?"
Both men moved toward her she backed away until the bed
stopped her retreat, "Alright, I don’t want to be hurt,
just stop give me a moment." The two men loved the way
her voice had gone from demanding to pathetic
whimpering, they watched her remove her skimpy sexy
clothes until she stood before them naked apart from
her black high heels.
Paddle still in his hand Blount walked over to her, he
squeezed one of her tits, she brought her hand up only
to have the paddle slap it away, "Put your hands behind
your back," she did.
She now stood between the two men Allrode was now
giving her left breast the same pinching, Blount’s hand
slid down her body until his fingers played around the
bald slit, "Been having some fun since we last met have
we," she remained silent.
He tugged at her cunt lips until she cried out, "Tell
me about it," she felt him rub the paddle over her
bottom, with a small moan she took a deep breath,
stared at the window and said, "I was raped by the
three male workers here, they took me downstairs,
fucking me after they had tied me to the kitchen table
then brought me up here and tied me to the bed so they
could carry on their abuse of me up here."
Blount licked the side of her face, "You missed out the
bit about them shaving your delicious cunt but at least
your used to getting fucked up, up here," Allrode
stopped pinching her nipple and grabbed her jaw sinking
his thumb in to her mouth, "That’s just perfect for us
then, get on the bed, kneel on all fours while we give
you an internal, its important once a fortnight to
check you out completely."
The two solicitors stayed with Bernadette for over an
hour, first Blount took her from behind up her cunt as
Allrode forced his cock in her mouth, then after she
sucked them off again they sandwiched her, Allrode up
her cunt and Blount up her ass. They left her on the
bed, thanked her for her cooperation and said, "See you
in a fortnight for another internal and remember we
know where you are at all times," they heard her swear
at them as they left the room.
One morning she was waiting for her orders, Robert was
with Bridget, she had told him there was a delivery of
timber that day but he would need to go to the trading
estate and get cross beam brackets as this firm was out
of them and she wasn’t going to pay the outrages
delivery charge of this one man firm twice. He walked
past Bernadette and made a grab for her tits but
missed, "Nice outfit."
She stood in front of Bridget in a short white pleated
skirt, dark seamed stocking; you could see the end of
the suspenders peeking out under the skirt, the usual
4inch heeled shoes, she shuffled a little because of
the silly pants, the ones she hated, two triangles
front and back with elasticised ribbons at the side’s
and under and what she hated most in her crutch and
between her cheeks. The words KISS ME on the front and
BEAT ME on the back added to her humiliation. The top
was a black thin silk blouse with a low neckline and
the white centreless bra could be seen clearly, she had
been ordered to pile her hair on top with a crown
ponytail.
She looked disgusting but stunning though Bridget never
looked up from her desk as she said, "You will be
working round the library and front entrance today, if
the delivery comes and Robert is not back show them the
barn and I want the timber unloaded at the far end,
understand, the other side of the support post."
She nodded, turned and tottered out.
She had a coffee brake around 10.30, she had spoken
briefly to cook, it wasn’t as friends but she did talk
a little and at least she didn’t want to rape her.
Bernadette was checking the books in the library when
she saw the lorry. The peeling and scratched paint work
didn’t hide the rust and the name Wotten and Son Timber
merchants ran across the hoist, it was piled high with
timber slats, so much that it blocked out the light as
it pulled up in front of the main door.
Her heart sank, as she knew Robert wasn’t back yet and
she knew what she looked like. Through the window she
saw the man get out the cab. He was stocky, scruffy,
unshaven, his work clothes looked like they’d never
been washed and his hair looked ridiculous, long and
thin tied back in a tail, even though she could see him
she still jumped when the doorbell rang.
She went to the door and opened it, he was about to
speak but the sight of her stopped him, the silence was
broken by a voice from the cab, "Fucking hell, what
the," he turned, "Language Bob," he turned back to her,
"Sorry love, got some timber, were you want it?"
The voice from the cab said, "I know where I’d like to
put it," Bernadette tried to ignore them, and put on
her superior voice "In the barn at the lower end past
the support post, I will show you."
She took a deep breath and walked past him towards the
lorry, the lad watched her from the window a voice
behind her said, "Bob, where’s your manors get down,
and help the lady in." Bob jumped out. She guessed he
would be about 19, muscley and as scruffy has his
father, he grinned at her as she approached the door;
it was a high cab with one footstep.
The man went around and climbed in the drivers side,
she put her hand on the rail, her foot on the step and
went to pull herself up, she felt a hand on her back,
as she lifted up the hand slid down covering her ass
before shoving her up wards, as she sat she heard, "I’d
love to beat it."
Bob climbed up and sat, pinning her between him and his
father, she tried her best to push back in to the seat
and cover her legs, the motor roared in to life, he
patted her leg and said, "Which way love."
She immediately put her hand down to protect her leg,
"Straight to the bottom," there was a snigger from her
left, "of the drive, left then sharp right and the
courtyard entrance to the barn will be on you left
about 50 yards further on."
The lorry slowly moved down the drive, he started
talking, "Don’t often get good looking women up in this
old bucket." She tried to ignore him but Bob joined in,
"Not dressed as provocatively as this lady," the man
took the bait, "No, I wouldn’t allow any woman of mine
to dress that way, men might get the wrong idea."
He put his hand on her knee, "Or the right idea," she
pushed it away but Bob put his hand on her other knee,
"Specially as it says BEAT ME in big letters on her
ass," the lorry turned left, then sharp right, Bob kept
his hand on her knee much as she tried to move it, she
turned to him, "Please take your hand off my leg."
The lorry turned left, "Lot of leg showing, seems a
waste not to touch what’s showing," as the lorry slowed
in to the court yard she felt a hand on the back of her
neck pushing her forward, Bob kissed her.
The lorry jerked to a stand still as the hand freed
her, "How dare you, now just take the timber into the
far end of the barn and let me out."
Bob was grinning at her as the lorry moved into the
barn and drove to the bottom end, it just squeezed past
the supporting post; Bob was taunting her, "You got a
nice mouth lady, kiss a lot do you, looking like you do
bet you get a lot of offers," she was getting flustered
as the wagon stopped and the motor died the hand came
back behind her head holding her, Bob lunged for
another kiss.
Bernadette brought her hand up to fend him off but it
was grabbed from behind and twisted up her back, Bob
pulled off as she squealed in pain. The man ignored her
scream as he looked over to his son, "If it says BEAT
ME on the back of her pants, wonder what it says on the
front?"
Bob looked at his father, Bernadette went to speak but
another twist of her arm made her squeal, "Come on son,
get your hand up her skirt, cop a handful, have a free
feel up between her legs, she can’t stop you."
Unable to stop him Bernadette watched him lift the
pleated white skirt, "Fucking hell you wont believe it
but it says, KISS ME," she yelled at them to stop, to
leave her alone, but they weren’t listening as the man
said, "Then lets do what the lady wants, hang on to
her, I’ve an idea," as Bob held her wrists and pinned
her back in to the cab, the man jumped out.
The whirring noise of the hoist filled the barn, Bob
pulled her towards the door, she was yelling,
screaming, pleading as he stepped down pulling her down
across the seat, suddenly the two white bands of the
hoist straps dropped down the side of the cab, holding
her wrist with one hand he fed them through the loop
and held as the hoist pulled back up dragging her up
and out of the cab, her legs kicking for a footing but
touching nothing.
She daggled at the side of the cab, the hoist then
moved her forward, by now she was begging them to stop
but nether of them were interested in what she wanted.
Bob kept waving his hands so his father could manoeuvre
her in between to pallets that were on the floor, "Hold
it, that will do," she hung there about a foot off the
ground as both men walked around her.
The man put his hand on her thigh, she went to kick at
him, but Bob was ready, he brought his hand back and
smacked her ass hard, she yelled out then he hit her
again, "Your ass says BEAT ME," she started to blubber,
"Please don’t, just let me down, I’ll go, I’ll say
nothing, please don’t hurt me, I don’t like being
hurt," he stung her ass again.
"Then you shouldn’t wear things that invite a beating
and you should not try and kick people, are you going
to stop kicking," another hard slap on the back of her
thighs brought a, "Aaaaahhh, I wont kick, please stop,"
from Bernadette’s sobbing mouth.
She just hung there as both men ran the hands up and
down her thighs then under her little skirt and over
her ass. The man came round and lifted the front of the
skirt, "It says KISS ME so lets have a look," his rough
filthy hands grabbed at the side of the triangle of
cloth and pulled sideways revealing her cunt, "Oh yes,
oh fucking yes, she shaven, that’s nice, now lady
spread your legs I’m up for that kissin."
A small whimpered, "Oh god no," heralded the slow
opening of her legs, he bent and kissed at the naked
flesh, his tongue slipped across the opening, he stood
back, "Hoist her up a bit more, I’ll tell you when to
stop."
The motor of the hoist purred as she felt herself
lifting higher, as she rose he pulled her pants down,
then her skirt they fell off her legs on to the ground.
He let her lift until he was facing her cunt, "Stop,"
he looked up at her, "Put your legs on my shoulders, it
will take the weight off your arms."
Hanging helpless she lifted her knees, he slid under,
put his hands on her ass and pulled her cunt in to his
mouth, Bob climbed down and stood behind running his
fingers in to her ass crack, poking at her defenceless
puckered hole making her cunt push and twist in to his
father mouth.
He must have sucked, licked and kissed her cunt for
six, seven minutes when Bob said, "Come on lets fuck
her I’m getting a fucking stork on, I want to use my
dick on her not my finger."
His father pulled back and let her legs fall forcing
her to swing, her lovely long stocking clad legs waved
provocatively in front of them, her bold cunt looked
adorable, "Sorry love, I was enjoying that still with
my tongue up your cunt I bet you were to, anyway he is
right it is time to fuck you," he looked over to Bob,
"Get two lengths of rope."
They tied one length to one ankle and the same to the
other; then Bob lowered her until she could just touch
the ground before fastening one ankle to a pallet then
spreading her legs wide he tied off the other ankle to
the other pallet, he nodded to Bob who pulled her up
until she was stretched up and wide, she cried out, "It
hurts please stop it hurts," the man smiled at her,
"Its supposed to that’s what makes you do as your told,
now lets have a play with this gorgeous cunt."
She watched him as he removed his jeans then pulled his
cock from his pants, he held it in his hand and moved
towards her, Bob had done the same behind her. First
thing she felt was Bob's stiff cock between her legs
before his hands pushed her blouse up and his hands
closed around her tits. The bra had no centre so he
closed his fingers trapping her nipples.
The man now stood in front of her, he ripped open her
blouse exposing his sons hands mauling her tits, "Well
leave us one to suck," she felt Bobs hand leave her
left breast and watched the man bend and take her
nipple in his mouth.
As he sucked nosily on her nipple his hand went between
her legs allowing his fingers to pull her cunt lips
apart, without letting her nipple go he grunted, bent
himself between her legs, guided himself in to her slit
and started to push.
Much as she squirmed and tried to move her hips she
couldn’t stop them. Her torture was complete as she
felt Bob pushing in to her ass, his hands gripped her
waist as he pulled himself up in to her, his father
slid in to her cunt, both men pushed at the squealing
female until they had buried their cocks up to the hilt
deep inside the beautiful woman.
The man pulled off her tit and started to bang hard up
in to her, he looked at her, "While my cocks having a
lot of fun with your cunt lets you and me get back to
the kissing, my son reckons you have a soft sucking
mouth so I want it sucking on mine and I want your
tongue, understand, lots of your tongue."
The stubble on his face scrapped her chin as he mashed
his face against hers, his mouth on her nipple was
replaced by the pinching fingers of Bob as he pulled
and twisted on them while he drove hard up in to her
ass, the man held her face between his large grubby
hands pulling her face on to his, his tongue searched
her mouth and poked at her tongue, she was forced to do
the same to him as his cock pounded in to her bald
cunt.
Bernadette’s arms and legs screamed out in agony the
men were shaking her violently and her feet kept
slipping of the pallets, the ropes bit in to her
ankles, she tried to protest but he kept her mouth
covered with his as they began pumping her franticly
she was being fucked harder then she had ever been
abused before.
Both of them were about to cum and she could do nothing
to prevent them. There was a rush of hot cum shooting
in to her ass as Bob squeezed her tits hard pulling at
them as his cock exploded inside her, her hips were
convulsing as the man drove hard and deep, he almost
sucked her tongue out of her head as he dumped a huge
amount of his juice up in to her cunt.
The man pulled his face away from hers and looked at
her all the time pumping himself in and out draining
the last drops in to her, then he pulled out, "Must be
something wrong with you, you dress up like your
gagging for it then you don’t even get wet when you get
a good fucking," he stuck two fingers up her sore cunt
and scooped some of his cum out, "Open your mouth," she
was to tired to fight, her lips parted and he rammed
his cum coated fingers in between them.
Both men pulled their jeans back on, "Take her down, we
got this load to shift, get me some more rope."
As Bernadette was lowered she crumbled to the floor,
the man dragged her arms behind her and tied her
wrists, they untied he from the pallets and took her to
the support post, made her kneel with her back to it
and tied her ankles behind it then her neck to a rope
and the rope to the post, then walked back to the lorry
and started to use the hoist on the timbers.
Bernadette knelt at the post, she could feel the filth
that had been deposited up her ooze out of her holes;
she felt disgusted and used but worst of all helpless
at being used by any man.
She heard him say, "Right Bob that’s the lot, we ready
to go," Bob coughed and spat before saying, "Guess so,
what about her?" She heard them walking toward her.
Both men stood in front of her, "You want us to untie
you, you can walk back, don’t need another ride do
you?" Bernadette shook her head, "Good, then we’ll be
gone then, oh just before we do, open your mouth wide,"
she looked up at his grinning face.
"Please leave, just untie me and leave," he bent a
grabbed her top crown ponytail and pulled her up to a
full kneeling position, she screamed as he jerk her
head, "When I say open your mouth, its an order not a
request."
With her eyes watering from the pain she had no choice
but to open her mouth, "That’s it, now lets just see
how much of a sucking mouth you really have," his left
hand undid his jeans, he let them drop to his knees, he
dug his cock out from his pants and slipped it in to
the open mouth.
Bernadette gagged trying to open her throat as he
pushed in to it, he laughed and looked at Bob, "Just
look at her fuck me with her mouth, that’s how you make
a woman gag for it," he looked down at her, "Now you
want me and him to go then you better do a good job,
plenty of sucky, sucky and lots of active tongue
because when you’ve swallowed mine you got him to do
and swallow, so get busy."
Bernadette’s head bobbed around the cock as it stuck in
her throat, she moved franticly trying to breath round
it, he was enjoying her convolutions as her throat
spasmed around his hard cock milking it in to her.
Holding her hair he pushed her head back against the
post making sure she had no escape as he pushed harder,
he wanted his full length in her mouth, he was
determined to have his hairs up her nose before he
pumped himself down her throat.
Mercifully for Bernadette, he came quickly, pulling
back just enough for her to swallow his second load.
After wiping his filthy cock on her face he moved to
allow Bob to take his place, Bob was a little less
forceful but she still had to deal with another long
mouth fucking and a mouth full of filth.
As Bob pulled out his father bent and pushed the little
driblets that had oozed from her mouth back in between
her lips, and made her suck it off his fingers, as she
did he told Bob to untied her wrists she could do the
rest herself, he smiled at her as he moved his hand
down, squeezed and mauled her tits while her wrist were
freed.
The stench of the diesel filled the barn as the lorry
pulled out. Bernadette untied the rest of the knots and
stood, she could see her pants and skirt, so she
carefully dressed her abused body and headed for the
house, as she past the rose garden she made up her mind
to tell Bridget.
She pushed open the oak doors and headed for the long
room, as she got close to the door, she heard Bridget
and Fraser, suddenly she realised what was being said
as the words, "So they wavered the delivery monies, oh
well that’s a saving of nearly 200, good," Bridget
laughed, "A bit more towards 84000 I suppose,"
Bernadette stifled a cry, turned and went upstairs to
her room.
The rest of the week was hectic. The three men worked
every hour to fit out the barn ready for the Asia
party, cook had all the details and Bernadette had her
duties in arranging the house, even her uniforms were a
little more acceptable, that was until the Tuesday
before the Saturday do.
She knew the big man from Asia, a Mr. Sawang, was
coming that evening and she was to serve drinks and be
involved in dinner but the uniform left little to the
imagination. A backless white halter-top, with a large
looped gaping front, showed most of her cleavage. Very
short black pleated skirt, black heavy lace hold up’s,
five inch black patent ankle strap heels and
transparent black lace pants, Mr. Sawang couldn’t take
his eyes of her.
The evening seemed to go well, she was dismissed and
returned to her room. She was looking out the window
when she saw Bridget and Mr. Sawang leave; Mr. Sawang's
chauffeur drove them both away.
She read for a while and was about to turn out the
light when there was a knock on the door, "Yes who is
it?" Cook answered, "It's me with your tomorrow's
uniform."
Bernadette pulled her self from her bed, she only had a
little nighty on so she opened the door but stayed
behind it, she just thrust her arm around to take the
clothes, click a metal bracelet locked around her
wrist, she pulled but nothing she looked round the door
only to see a cuff on her wrist, the three men staring
at her and cook rushing down the passage, "Good evening
Bernie."
Mark pushed and bundled her back in to her bedroom;
Fraser and Robert followed locking the door. Robert had
another pair of handcuffs he had taken from a bag and
grabbed at her right wrist locking the bracelet on, as
he did she was being dragged back to her bed her arms
pulled up and the other end of each cuff clicked on to
the bed rail.
As Fraser grabbed her ankles Mark tied them together
then looped the rope over the end rails pulling her
legs down and straight, Robert looked at the struggling
beauty, "While the cats away the mice will play."
She thrashed and pulled but inside she knew she had no
chance of escape, what hurt her most was that cook was
in on it, she had betrayed her and now the men could do
what ever they wanted to her, again.
Bernadette closed her eyes as she saw Marks hand go to
the bottom of her nighty, she waited for the rip as
they stripped her, but he just pulled it down, covering
her, she opened her eyes to see Fraser taking a wide
plastic tube from the bag and giving Robert a bottle
and a jar.
The three men climbed on the bed, surrounding her, Mark
held her head as Robert pulled her nose viciously and
then forced his thumb on to her jaw, her mouth was held
open, Fraser approached with the tube.
He looked down at the terrified woman, "Now just
pretend it’s a fat cock sliding down your throat, so
relax and swallow and I won’t hurt."
She tried desperately to push at the invading tube with
her tongue but she was no mach for Fraser and he slid
it over her tongue and down in to her gullet, "Just
breath through your nose and relax, I’ll pour slowly
but I will empty the file."
He lifted the lip of the file and slowly poured down
the white creamy mixture, Bernadette, her eyes wide
with fear felt the mixture going in to her stomach.
Fraser finished but waited until all the cream and slid
out in to her.
The tube was slowly brought out as Bernadette coughed,
"What are you doing to me," Fraser got off the bed as
the others let her go, "Just a little more and then
your done, alright Robert," Mark lifted her nighty up
and pulled her pants to one side, Robert daubed a
little of the cream from the jar on to his finger and
than ran it round her cunt lips, put it away and wiped
his fingers with a wet wipe. The three men took cans of
drink from the small bag and relaxed back on the bed,
each one raised a can, winked and said, "Cheers."
Mark took and swig, "So where did you get it," Fraser
was in mid drink when he stopped, "The china mans
chauffeur, told me all about it, what it does and how
to administrate it, which I think I did very well,
anyway his boss gets it, bloody expensive, highly
illegal and lots of fun, so we’ll see."
Robert laughed, "Not as easy as putting her birth
control pills in her food," they all laughed, but when
they stopped Bernadette was giggling to.
"Ha, ha, oohhheeee, phuffffff, ha oh Fraser what ya
doin, Frasy baby pphhhhffff ha, come on Marky untie me,
it hurts and you don’t want to hurt me do you, I nooooo
what you-who want, you want to fuck me," the three men
looked at each other as Fraser said, "It would seem
seeing is believing."
Mark looked at her as he untied her feet, "So I want to
fuck you do I," she giggled and laughed, "Oooohh don’t
tickle my feet that would drive me wild and I would
have to let you do anything you liked to me to stop
you," Mark stopped and retied them but this time he
pulled her feet under the top rail and tied them to it,
and started tickling.
Bernadette laughed and screamed as Mark tickled the
soles of her feet. The men watched as she thrashed
around in her bounds the clattering of the cuffs as she
pulled at them but Mark wouldn’t stop he just carried
on, she was screaming, "No, no stop you naughty man,
ha, ha phwwweee, no,ho,ho, stop it oooo, no more,
anything but this pleasseesss no."
Mark looked at the squirming woman, "Anything, describe
anything," she carried on giggling as he slowly tickled
over her toes, "You know,ooww, you want me to let you
phhhuuuuufffffuck me, fuck me in my hot,tatata horny
cunt, you all want to use my mouth, have it sucking
your fatty meaty cockies all the way down my
phhhhhroat, I know,o,o all three of you want me, you
can’t get enough of me, you want to use me you little
shits, you want your hands all over me, playing with my
tits, fingering my cunty, come on then big boys, do me,
my cunts on fire, untie me, let me sit on your cocks
you bastard fuckers, just untie me lets have you
fucking me."
Mark untied her feet as Robert got the key and unlocked
the cuffs; she immediately leapt up and knelt facing
the men. With one swift movement the nighty was off and
thrown at Fraser the first thing the men noticed was
the length of her nipples as she moaned and groaned,
rolling and pulling at them with her fingers, they must
have been half an inch long and thick, the little bumps
in her areolas looked fierce and a deeper pink then
they remembered.
Her eyes glistened, her mouth pouted, her tongue licked
over it, then to their amazement she pulled a nipple up
to her mouth, she looked at them giggling like a school
girl, then her tongue flicked at the huge nipple, as
she parted her knees her other hand slid down and
started to plunge a finger in to her moist cunt, they
could see the slit was already wetting her probing
finger.
Still giggling she bent forward and looked at the three
men, "Come over here Marky, stick your long cock in my
mouth, I want to suck the cum right out the end while I
get my cunt hot and ready for Fraser’s thick dick."
Mark moved towards the giggling, squealing woman, he
stood in front of her as she grabbed at the side of his
pants and pulled them down, wrapping her mouth
immediately around his cock as she started sucking.
Robert looked over to Fraser, "We couldn’t even get her
wet last time we fucked her now look at her, what is
that stuff?"
Fraser was busy ripping his trousers off, "It’s a
blocker, some kind of drug that blocks out all
inhibitions and increases the sex drive, mentally she’s
a spaced out sixteen year old nypho, the cream on her
cunt continually simulates her, the china man said she
could go all night."
Robert was taking his trousers off, "I just bloody hope
we can."
Bernadette slid her mouth off Marks cock and grabbed it
in her left hand her tongue snaked over the head as she
tickle his cock end, she looked at the other two, "This
is my idea of a Popsicle," then she took a long lick up
the full length, "Come on Frasey baby time to drill my
cunt, I’m hot and you better be fucking good and I mean
fucking."
She waggled her ass as her mouth ploughed back over
Marks cock, Fraser moved round the bed, held her hips
and drove himself in to the sopping wet cunt, she
ground herself back in to him and moved her ass up and
down as her mouth descended deep on to the cock that
was stuck in it.
Both men slammed in to her as she groaned and squealed,
every so often taking Marks cock out of her mouth and
urging them to fuck her faster, then she stopped them,
called to Robert, "Come on I’ve got three holes, you
can all fuck so why waste time, within twenty seconds,
Robert was on his back on the bed, Bernadette straddled
over him, Fraser buried up her ass and Mark leaning
back against the wall his cock being sucked down her
hungry throat.
They fucked her like that for ages then she sucked
their cocks clean, seeing which one she could arouse
first. The men had no choice her mouth sucked and
licked as her fingers played and tickled their asses
and balls, soon they were fucking her again and she was
just as demanding.
They had all fucked her at least three times but she
wanted more, Fraser went to the kitchen to get a
cucumber and he fucked her with it while they had a
rest or her searching hands could pump them hard again.
She finally collapsed about three in the morning,
Fraser was the first to say, "Thank god" as he covered
her over, Mark said, "She can wash the cum of herself
in the morning," Robert found her uniform, "If she’s in
any fit state in the morning."
8AM and the three men dragged themselves through the
long room's door only to see her standing in front of
Bridget waiting for them. As they joined the line they
looked at her, she looked fantastic, her face was
radiant and they were sure her tits looked bigger.
She had on what could only be described as a
cheerleaders uniform with out the writing, the one
thing they did notice was she never said a word and
looked solemn.
She was quite all day, never said a word; none of the
men made a move on her.
The following day she was back to being the domestic
and keeping out of the way and that’s how it was up to
the party night.
Mr. Sawang arrived at about seven, he brought some
other members of his board, if you count Fraser,
Bridget, the two solicitors and Bernadette there was
about fourteen in the newly floored barn, people just
chatted, ate and drank, Bernadette in another short
sexy uniform made sure glass’s were kept full.
Blount approached Bernadette, it must have been about
nine, "Bernie here’s my car keys get the red box from
the boot, you know my car, the Red Roller," Bernadette
took the keys and went out to the car port.
As she bent to unlock the boot and hand grabbed her
round the mouth and pulled her back, for a brief second
she caught site of the chauffeur before a fist slammed
in to her stomach, she bent only to be dragged back.
The hand over her mouth now lifted slightly pulling at
her nose, her mouth dragged open, she felt the tube
going in as she panted for air, soon the liquid
followed, much as she struggled the container emptied
and the feeling swept over her.
She was already giggling when the hand slid her pants
to one side and she could feel the coolness of the
cream on her cunt lips.
The party goers watched as she returned laughing and
giggling between the two oriental gentlemen, she was
trying to kiss them but they walked her over to Mr.
Sawang and let her go, she immediately draped herself
over him, ran her leg up the side of his and whispered
in his ear, "You wanna fuck me."
For the next two hours Bernadette worked her way
through Mr. Sawang's board, taking them individually or
in twos anyway they wanted her, they had her.
Bridget watched her mother fuck all the men amazed at
how enthusiastically she did them all, Mr. Sawang
enjoyed her twice, once in her mouth, once up her ass.
The chauffeur approached Mr. Sawang with a red case; he
took it and approached Bridget, "Thank you for lovely
evening and fine entertainment, the deal acceptable,
but only if to include Bernie."
Bridget thought it over for at least ten seconds, "Yes,
I don’t see why not, it’s a deal," she went to shake
his hand, he bowed, "But only if she as good with lady
as with men."
Bridget thought, how was she to prove to him she’s good
with cunts as well as cocks, she looked at her mother
as she swallowed another load of cum, "Bernie come over
here."
Bernie looked over to Bridget, stood and giggled her
way across the floor, her naked large tits, covered in
male juice swaying in front, the freshly growing cunt
hair glistened with the same sticky juice, she stood in
front of Bridget.
Bridget pulled her skirt up, "Bernie suck my cunt and
make me cum" Bernadette dropped to her knees, dragged
the pants to one side and ran her tongue along the
slit.
Fraser had to hold Bridget up as Bernadette licked and
sucked at the gash, her tongue drove up then worked its
way to the nub and danced over it, Bridget’s knees open
as she writhed and drove her hips in to the hungry
mouth until she could hold back no longer and spurt her
juice in to her mothers sucking mouth.
Bridget pulled herself together as Bernadette found
another cock to sit on while opening her mouth for
anyone else to use.
Mr. Sawang allowed Bridget to compose herself before he
returned to her, "Very fine display, Bernie will do
good for us in my country," Bridget looked at him, "As
a what?"
He looked nervously at her, "You think she may run
away? She not like me."
Bridget smiled, "She has a homing devise planted in
her, we know where she is at all times."
He smiled, "You good business woman you know what
potential buyers want and beautiful sexy western lady
be good way of fixing deals, we feed her drug, she do a
lot of sucking it will be her job to satisfy customers,
together you and me, we make lot of money.
Bridget extended her arm and they shook, she smiled at
him as she said, "Well I suppose so, It’s a job, but
someone's got to do it."
Pagan.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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