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Ambushed: A Very Unlucky Temp
by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)
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Lidya was your average corporate temp: she wasted time
at work, spent hours on gossip websites, and did as
little work as possible not to get fired. One day, her
bosses decided to teach her a lesson. (MMF, nc, rp,
orgy)
***
Lidya stared at her computer screen and tried not to
become hypnotized by the dull hum of industry around
her. This temp job was the pits. Data entry, data
input, data entry. Her managers only gave her enough
work to keep occupied for about an hour a day, so she
spent the rest of her time on pointless websites like
Perezhilton.com and facebook. After high school she had
completed an associate's degree in business but didn't
have the ambition for more. She hated her job.
For the most part, she seemed well-liked at the place.
She went out to lunch with the few other women at the
plant. She ate birthday cake with the rest of the guys
at the canteen when it was one of their birthdays. And
everyone was so nice. She felt sort of guilty about
what must have been a colossal waste of resources. She
knew that the men who handed her stacks of paper to
shred could do it themselves in less time, and save
themselves the $12 an hour she got to do so.
Oh well.
The vast majority of the employees at the Crosstown
County Plastics plant were men, and most of them at
least twenty years older than her. They were
unfailingly polite and politically correct, only
remarking her womanhood with their eyes. On days she
wore skirts she noticed their eyes on her long legs,
and on days she wore form-fitting sweaters she felt
their gaze on her breasts. Nobody ever said anything
though, and the tone was one of respect and careful
admiration. She liked that.
So, she stayed. She stayed despite her mother
chastising her for not seeking a more fulfilling,
better-paying job. She stayed despite the hours of
boredom, the numbness of clicking on "refresh" on Perez
Hilton to see what new things the queen had to say
about celebrities she didn't care about.
It was just about 4:30 now, time to go home. She rolled
in at around 8:20 every day but considered it an 8-hour
day to leave at 4:00 or 4:30, since nobody noticed or
cared as long as she seemed to be there when they
needed her. She popped her iPod into her purse,
finished her bottled water, and shut down her computer.
Friday. Weekend. Finally.
She did not notice how empty the place was. The guys
usually went home on Fridays anyway, to their
mistresses and wives, to their children and
commitments. She fiddled with her keys and pulled her
jacket on, though with the warm weather she no longer
needed it.
When she felt the hand on her ass, she nearly jumped a
foot in the air. Eyes big as saucers, she spun around
and was stunned to see her boss, her manager, and seven
or eight of the other upper-management guys standing
before her, with shit-eating grins on her face. She
felt a spasm of panic in her heart and looked about,
utterly confused.
Almost without noticing she was doing so, she felt for
the miniature keychain's worth of mace that her father
had made her attach to her Toyota key, as though the
miniscule amount of the product would have done
anything with this many men. Rick Morris, her boss,
casually held out his palm. "That's enough, Lidya. Give
me the keys." He didn't threaten her, but she felt
threatened. She handed him the keys. He pocketed them,
and stepped forward. Without a warning or comment, he
stepped forward and grabbed her left breast, lifting it
slightly as though weighing it. What the fuck? She felt
her breathing accelerate.
"C, definitely, a solid C. Davis, you owe me $20,
Waverly, I believe you owe everybody a beer. 'Double D
for sure,' my ass. You'd think you'd never seen a tit
in your life with a guess like that."
Lidya felt frozen with fear. She wished Rick would let
go of her breast, but he did not. Instead he squeezed
it gently, and pinched her nipple through her bra.
Waverly scoffed. "I swear, the bitch had enormous tits
last Tuesday. She musta been wearing, I dunno, push-ups
or pads or something!"
Lidya gaped. Waverly had always been very friendly,
asking her to scan binders for him on a weekly basis.
She gasped a little bit as Rick twisted slightly on her
breast, hurting her.
"How about that, Lidya? Did you have gels in last week?
Some kinda special bra to make your jugs look bigger
for us guys? Were you hoping old Waverly went home and
jerked off thinking about your fake tits?"
It was difficult to speak, but Lidya managed a whisper.
"I, uh, had a date last week, with a guy from, uh, IT.
I wore a Wonderbra." The guys laughed, cruely. Rick
lifted his other hand and placed it on her right
breast, as if comparing the two.
"Well, there you have it, guys. A Wonderbra. That still
makes you a dumbass, Waverly, and you still owe all of
us a cold one." He inched forward, becoming
uncomfortably close. Lidya could smell whiskey on his
breath. She backed away.
The parking lot at Crosstown County Plastics was
enormous, linking to several other Crosstown plants-
Crosstown Paper, Crosstown Research & Development,
Crosstown Family Products. However, back here, in the
loading dock where she always parked her 2002 Toyota
Camry, she was isolated by the Plastics building and
the neverending rumble of highway traffic behind the
noise barrier. Lidya was beginning to get the feeling
that she was very fucked.
"Um… I, uh, really need to get home. I should, uh, be
calling my boyfriend soon, he's expecting a call."
The guys laughed. Rick laughed and stepped closer,
right up next to her now, as one hand inched down
toward her ass and the other moved up from her breast
to the back of her neck. "You sure are stupid, you know
that? Dumb as a brick, you pretty little thing. You
just finished telling us about some date with some dick
from IT. You telling me that he's your boyfriend now?
Nobody's waiting for you. We know all about you. We
know the internet sites you visit, we know about the
CD-ROMs you steal for your friends, we know about the
books you read when we're paying you to work. What kind
of a business do you think we are?"
Shit. She forgot that she had told them about Mitch
from IT. If she had anything in her stomach at all she
would have pissed herself. These were people she worked
for. Surely they could mean her no permanent harm. I
mean, they'd get caught for sure! She glanced
involuntarily at the security camera. David Cain, one
of the electrical engineers, laughed.
"Oh, honey, that's just to scare away the teenagers.
We've got a highly-paid security office to patrol what
we tell them to patrol, and Officer Morrison Richards
is going to tell anyone who asks him that he patrolled
this area all night, and that you left here at 4:30 on
the dot, and that we had all left for a business
conference before noon today. I think you'd better get
a grip on your situation, sweetheart."
While David had been talking, Rick's hand had moved
down her back and settled on her ass cheek. He now
began inching fabric up with his fingers, pulling up
the skirt as it brushed past the back of her thighs.
Lidya shook him off now, and he watched her with
amusement.
"You can't do this to me! I work here! I will tell
everyone I know!" The smile disappeared from Rick's
face for a moment. Then he became calm again, all
business, and pulled out a long swatch of fabric. He
was very tall, and Lidya was terrified, and the
situation could not have been easier for him. Without
much of a struggle, he gagged the girl.
"No, Lidya, you will tell no one. You are a liar and a
thief. You have been stealing company profit and
leaking company secrets for months and you were fired
today. If you are an idiot and claim rape, we will make
this information public. You will have no proof. There
will be no proof. If you are intelligent as I suspect
you may be, you will be quiet, and enjoy this."
With this declaration, three of the men came from
behind Rick and forced Lidya on her knees. They pushed
her skirt over her back and pulled her panties down to
the ground. Waverly looked at Rick. "Doggy-style again,
sir?" Rick laughed, and responded, "She's a bitch, so
what else?"
Without any further warning, Lidya's head to the
ground, she heard the zip of a fly and felt the tip of
Rick's dick press into her.
Before Lidya had broken up with him, Martin, last
boyfriend had kept trying to get her to fuck him doggy-
style. Lidya had enjoyed missionary, and being on top,
but something about being fucked behind like an animal
had seemed degrading to her. And now she knew why. She
felt herself making animal noises as her boss pushed
inside of her, rough and vicious. Her hands felt very
cold against the asphalt and she shuddered at the
things the men she had been working with every day were
saying about her.
"Hardly any fight in the bitch at all. Cindy, remember
that cunt? She thrashed around so much we had to
chloroform her. She clocked old Mathews pretty good,
remember?"
"Looks like dumb bitches fuck the best, huh Rick? Why
did you think we hired you, whore? You think 70 WPM and
a tight ass is competitive in today's market? I'm gonna
love ripping into that pussy. Rick's got nothing on my
fat prick."
Rick laughed mid-thrust and heaved deeply forward.
Lidya felt herself being parted, being split. "Don't
forget who signs your paychecks, Davis. Christ, this
whore feels good. You may have me on length, Ah! Ah!
Shit! But I've got you on endurance. You would have
shot your wad five minutes ago, you fucker." Fuck,
yes, Lidya, you have a nice tight cunt, you know that?"
And it is true- he is fucking her forever. It doesn't
hurt very much, but Lidya feels shame and terror, and
colder than she has ever felt in her life. She feels
him pushing deep inside her, and his breath comes
faster now.
"Please don't come inside me!" she would say, if she
were not gagged. Davis cracks up at this.
"Rick, I think she wants you to come on her back. Do
you want his jizz all over you, whore? Rick's way too
tidy to cum on your back, bitch. He's going to be neat
and clean and cum in the hole it was made for."
Rick is really moving now, and has grasped Lidya's
breasts with renewed vigor. He pushes once, twice,
three times, four times, and he shoots his cum inside
her. Disgusted, she sniffed angrily as she felt the hot
juice spread through her body. She didn't even let
Martin come inside her most of the time, and only with
a condom when she did. Rick pulled out now, and the men
- almost gently- flipped her onto her back. David Cain
appeared before her, and winked. And then he was inside
her, sliding through his boss's mess. Lidya felt
disgusted for him.
David was quick and messy, like his work. He slobbered
on her breasts and tried to kiss her through her gag.
"I'm glad you're on the pill, Lidya. That means we can
jizz inside you, which is always more fun. I see you
take your pill every day at 2:30 when I go out to the
floor to run the pilot line. Don't you know how nice it
feels? You're beautiful, sweetheart. Shit, you're
beautiful!"
He pushed weakly into her, shaking like a seizure
victim. She could smell his sweat and taste blood as
she gnawed on the gag and tried to keep her hips still,
to keep them from bucking in time with the man. David
came inside her too, mixing his fluids with those still
inside her. She felt the second hot burst, remarking
that the only things warm for her now were the parts of
her body where men were touching her, and her cheeks
where the tears ran down.
Waverly and Davis came next, and the part of Lidya that
had not emotionally shut down mentally tagged them as
fairies when they each fucked her in the ass, using the
other's jizz for lube as they had both been jerking off
while David and Rick had been fucking her on the
ground. She had never been fucked in the ass before,
and marveled at how much like a painful shit it felt.
She couldn't imagine any woman deriving pleasure from
this. She screamed in pain as the men pushed inside of
her, enjoying her struggles.
Lidya briefly passed out, both from the trauma of the
whole experience and from sheer anger at herself, that
she had not fought like that Cathy woman, that she had
not injured them and gotten injured herself so that she
would have proof. When she came to the youngest and
newest engineer to Crosstown Plastics was nibbling at
her neck and pounding into her, as though this were
prom and she was his underaged date and they had agreed
to do this. She tried not to think of disease as yet
another man came into her, mixing his cum with his co-
workers in a sick parody of a tribal ritual. She felt
like this had been going on forever. She felt like a
collection of holes, hardly human. She hardly felt the
cold any more.
When she opened her eyes, she was totally naked. Rick
had a class to her throat, and she sipped, hoping for
water. It was not water- it was vodka. She spat it out,
and began to shout. Rick grabbed her by the throat.
"Lidya, you are almost done here. You are almost home
free. You must drink this now, or we will hide you in
the tornado shelter and we will fuck you every day
until you die and no human will ever know what happened
to you because we will melt you with acid and meld you
into a hundred thousand plastic sets of silverware. Do
you doubt this?"
Lidya shook her head. She doubted nothing of these
monsters. And so she drank, a whole six-ounce glass of
vodka, more than she had ever drunk in her life. She
felt the men strip her of her clothes and dress her in
something else, something flimsy and trampy and lacey.
She felt her legs pulled apart and for a second she was
terrified that she was going to be raped again, but
instead she felt cool water sloshing into her cunt and
she knew they were cleaning her out, cleaning out the
evidence, making this disappear.
It was in a desperate haze that she felt herself shoved
in the back seat, and Rick himself drove her Camrey.
Waverly was sitting in the front seat with him and
every so often he would reach back and stick his finger
into her.
"Still wet, huh bitch? Didn't get enough back there?"
He tickled at her clit and, too drunk to protest and
just short of blacking out, she felt her body betray
her and respond to his darting fingers. "Haha, look,
she loves it. Does this remind you of the IT guy?
Imagine it's his cock, you tramp. About the same size,
I'd imagine." He got bored after a few minutes of this,
and the two of them argued about the radio.
They parked, and with the ease of experience Rick
hefted Lidya over his shoulder and deposited her
against the side of the building, legs splayed,
punished and bruised pussy for the world to see, a
bottle of vodka in her hand. Lidya vaguely recognize
the place, a seedy strip of bars where she and some
girlfriends had gone for a bachelorette party. No one
would come help her here.
As Lidya drifted into unconsciousness, she tried her
best to make the slutty skirt the men had dressed her
in cover her ass as she curled up to go to sleep.
During the night she heard grumbling noises, and
smelled the sharp smell of piss that came either from
local homeless men or from herself.
When the police picked her up and booked her for public
drunkenness the next day, she knew to say nothing. The
men had won. All signs pointed to a slutty ditz, drunk
off her ass and giving ass to whomever wanted it, not
the kind of girl a good company should feel remorse for
firing.
She spent the next five weeks in her room with the
drapes drawn, refusing all calls. She opened the door a
crack for Melissa, one of the women from the office,
who left a banker's box of her work items that she had
left. On the top was a little post-it note with the
cheerful message, "Thanks for all the hard work! -Rick"
with a winking smiley face.
She enlisted in a community college that Fall. She
didn't think she'd ever be temping again.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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