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Subject: {ASSM} Second Place Part 8 (nc, humil, blackmail)
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----- I am reposting all chapters of Second Place, from 1 to 17, after
which I will post the conclusion to the story.
XOXOXO Terri -----
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Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she rode the
elevator up to the ballroom which she had rented at Danielle's request.
The wall of the elevator was mirrored, and she now checked her appearance.
A white button down shirt, a little tight on the girl but otherwise rather
plain save for the fact that the first three buttons were undone, revealing
some impressive triple-D cleavage and a hint of a green lace bra. A green
leather mini, to match the bra (and the thong panty, which, with any luck,
wouldn't be revealed for the first twenty minutes of the party, Terri
thought bitterly.) No hose, just a pair of 4 inch white pumps. All in all,
Terri looked for all the world like a cocktail waitress.
Terri checked her face. Her hair was permed, her face beautifully made
up. After all, she was the hostess at a very important party! Reaching in
her purse, she took out her eye makeup, and touched up the areas which had
been messed up by her crying session, in the car on the way over here.
This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear. Nearly invisible
to an observer, and concealed by Terri's lovely blonde hair, the
hearing-aid-like device was hooked to a remote transmitter, from which
Danielle would give her instructions on how to totally humiliate herself
tonight.
In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose, Danielle
watched the party on a small handful of closed circuit video screens. The
evil brunette had already ordered the bar open, and many of the men were
already taking advantage. Women were noticeably absent. That was because
when Terri had written out the invitations to her office party, Danielle
had carefully weeded out all the invites to the female employees, and ran
them through her paper shredder. The result was an office party,
consisting of about 30 male employees, and one blonde super-slut, who would
know every man at the party intimately before this night was over.
The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out. Thank goodness for small
favors, she had had the elevator all to herself, and when she had been on
the verge of breaking down in tears, she had managed to get control of
herself. Now, in the hallway outside the elevator, there were people
again, and they were staring at her.
To force back the tears, she tried to think positive. At least Danielle
had let her buy some clothes which fit her, instead of having to force her
mammoth boobs into her smaller outfits. Not that she'd likely have the
clothes on for long, she reflected with bitterness. She could only hope
that she'd be allowed to wear them home; Danielle and her friends had
forced her to make her way home clad in just bra and panties before.
She was at the door to the ballroom. She wanted to run, but there was
nowhere to go. Danielle had her over a barrel. Sure, Danielle could tip
off Steven as to his wife's illicit activities.....but the blonde reflected
that it didn't matter as much anymore. Carrie, the young thing whom
Danielle had brought to the house--and who had come to the house quite a
few times on her own, to experiment with lesbian love with Terri--had
gloated that she had fucked Steven. Terri had not wanted to believe it,
until she had been forced to lick the evidence from the vivacious redhead's
cunt.
What really frightened Terri was all the illegal things which Danielle
had put her up to. First of all, there was the matter of corporate
espionage, when Terri had first gone to "work" for Danielle, and had stolen
confidential records from her old job. Then there was the prostitution.
All of which was well documented by Danielle. Of course, besides Steven,
there was always the threat that Danielle would simply fire off mailers of
video tapes and photographs to Terri's entire family.
Terri had no choice. She opened the door and took in the scene. Thirty
of her fellow employees--all male--were seated at various tables. She also
noticed with a sinking feeling that there were several video cameras set
up, to permanently record the event for Danielle to blackmail her even
further. Not that there would be any question as to what kind of tramp
Terri was, after tonight.
Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty. Conversation stopped, and
mouths dropped open. All eyes settled on Terri--well, more specifically,
on Terri's chest. Many of the men had heard the rumors about the new girl
at the office, and had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts. And
that was before the augmentation!
Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade chest....and
headed straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes following the sway of her
heart-shaped ass, plainly apparent through her tight skirt. She would need
a few stiff drinks to make it through this.
A voice in her head stopped her. Actually it was in her ear, through
the listening device. "No alcohol, sweetie! I want you completely sober!"
Danielle's voice. The bitch didn't want Terri to do anything which would
ease the humiliation in the least. "And aren't you going to greet your
guests and thank them for coming?"
So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her. "Thank
you for coming," she said simply.
For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the tables,
greeting each guest. Questions were posed about her boob job, which she
answered. At Danielle's insistence, she offered refills on drinks. Now
quite literally a cocktail waitress, the blonde brought the drinks out,
taking care (again at Danielle's insistence) to lean over each time and
treat the men to a delicious view of her cleavage. By the time Terri made
her way around with a second refill of drinks (after first being ordered by
the unseen Danielle to undo another button on her shirt), there were
definite bulges in many pairs of pants. Scott, one of the men who was well
aware of the poor office slut's predicament (having taken advantage of it
several times) slapped Terri on the ass whenever she walked by, to the
cheers and cat-calls of his coworkers. The already-apparent leer on
Scott's face frightened Terri badly. She still had welts from being
whipped by Scott and his wife in the supply room.
Scott would play a very important role in tonight's party. His wife,
Angela, had been excluded by gender. But he would give her a
"blow-by-blow" description (literally--he would tell as she blew) when he
made it home. Angela, in turn, would retell the story tomorrow morning, to
all the female employees. Who would of course have to do twice as much
work tomorrow, since all the men would get the day off to recover from the
festivities. It would be made clear that it was all thanks to the cheap,
big-titted, airheaded bimbo who worked for the boss.
Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle. Proceed to the next
phase. She tried hard not to cry....but eventually had to excuse herself
for a few minutes to the ladies room.
---------------
"W....we're going to play a game...." Terri began.
"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully. Everyone cheered and
laughed, except Terri, who blushed.
Trembling, she continued. "We're going to play truth or
dare....I'm....the only one....who will be asked.....questions....."
Fighting back tears. Thinking good thoughts....
"And don't even think of taking all 'truth' and no 'dare'," Danielle
hissed in her ear.
A man in front volunteered to go first. Terri chose "truth".
"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"
Terri whispered a "yes". The crowd responded with "oohs" and "ahhhs".
Next person. Daniel, from Accounting. A rather shy guy, so Terri
risked going with "dare".
Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request. "Undo....another one
of your buttons...." Terri, trembling a little, complied. With five
buttons undone, much of her green bra was visible. Quite a view.
The questions came from around the room. Truth. Terri telling about
her first time with a man. Truth again. Terri admitting that she
swallowed cum, and liked the taste of it (actually two questions, but
everyone but Terri was free to bend the rules any way they liked). Dare.
Another button gone. Truth. Terri admitting that she loved showing off
her big tits for men. Dare. A french kiss with the new guy in Human
Resources, with him groping her massive boobs through her shirt while
everyone else egged him on. Dare. Another button gone, and Terri's white
shirt hanging completely open, her delectable triple-D's bursting out of
her lacy green bra.
Then....Scott's turn. Terri couldn't even begin to imagine what sick,
twisted things this man would make her do. So....
"Truth."
"Truth," Scott repeated. He leaned forward. "Are you wet, Terri?"
"Wh....what?"
"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo. Is your pussy dripping wet with juices.
Are you getting turned on by making a complete whore out of yourself."
Mouths dropped open, and stayed that way awaiting the hapless blonde's
answer.
"No," Terri lied. Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got up.
"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for ourselves...."
Reaching down, Scott lifted Terri's skirt, revealing her green panties.
Which were soaked. To emphasize, Scott eased his hand into her panties,
rustling through her jet-black pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger
up into her dripping wet love hole. Withdrawing, he held up his finger,
glistening with the slut's juices, up for all to see. It looked like he
was flipping the bird to the crowd. Then he offered the finger to Terri,
who, now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and resignedly took the finger
into her mouth, sucking it clean of her own betraying juices. The men,
meanwhile, roared in mock outrage at her lie.
"Looks like you lied, little girl...." Scott whispered. Then aloud,
"Terri will be punished for this. But first, let's have a look at what we
all came here to see." With that, Scott roughly pulled Terri's shirt off of
her. The cat-calls went up, and the men urged Scott to take her bra off of
her as well.
Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it. Then
he pulled up her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and revealing the
blonde's shapely ass. The men whooped and hollered.
"Now, this slut gets punished. Everyone, please form a line. Each of
you will get to spank Terri's cute little ass." To emphasize, Scott fondled
the hostess' asscheeks. "Those of you with belts on, can feel free to take
them off and use them."
Terri pleaded softly. "Scott....please.....I'm sorry...."
Scott leaned close. "Don't forget to thank each man, and apologize for
being such a lying slut. Or we'll do this all night."
Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her
knuckles turned white. One by one, each man stepped up and whipped her.
Some, mercifully, used only their bare hands. The rest used belts. Each
time, Terri sobbed "Thank you....I'm sorry for being such a lying
slut....." Her ass was now on fire.
After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri's head
and one at her feet. She felt her panties being ripped off of her,
followed by a large cock being slid roughly up her slit. Terri opened her
mouth in a gasp, and it was immediately stuffed with another cock. Having
no choice in the matter, Terri did what she now did best.
------------
In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle watched
breathlessly. She had stripped herself naked so that she could easily
access any part of her body which ached for attention. Like her cunt was
aching now. The young VP slipped her favorite toy up her cunt as she
watched Terri get her just desserts.
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The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri's cunt or ass. A
punch bowl full of condoms had been brought out. The blonde's eyes had
widened when she saw how many condoms were there. For what seemed like
hours, Terri was reduced to a fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass
to service the endless supply of hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her
co-workers.
Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent over the
table, unmoving, humiliated and exhausted. Her belly felt bloated with cum
from all the cocks she had sucked. (Word of her oral expertise had spread,
and many of the men who had been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back
and saved their jism for the saucy blonde's mouth.)
Scott went up to her. "Get up," he growled. He roughly helped Terri to
her feet. The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and heels, stood there
staring into space. "I have another truth or dare question for you. And
I'm sure you know the penalty for lying by now." Terri nodded resignedly.
"How many men can you service at the same time?"
Terri did the math. "S...six." Barely a whisper.
"Six," Scott repeated aloud. "OK....we have thirty people here. We're
going to divide you up into five teams. Each team will fuck this little
whore," stopping to fondle the woman's ample boobs, "and whoever fucks her
the best wins. The prize will be a day off--" cheers erupted "--and our
little Terri here will do anything you want for a week." This was met with
even more cheers.
So they divided the men into five teams. The first team, which Scott
was on, took its place. The first order of business was to get the buxom
secretary naked. Her skirt was yanked off and cast into the throng. Then
came the moment all had been waiting for, as Scott reached behind Terri and
undid the clasps of her bra. Her gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were
revealed in all their glory, and every man there silently beheld this sight
in admiration.
Then it was time to start. Terri, clad only in her white pumps, was led
back to the table. "Anyone who's going to be fucking this slut's tits or
asshole, might want to consider getting some lubrication." To emphasize, he
grabbed a handful of the secretary's blonde hair, forcing her down on him.
To Terri, he urged, "You better get it lubed up real nice....after all,
it's your ass....That's it, slobber all over it, slut....." Then Scott was
ready. He lay on the table, and two other men lowered Terri's ass onto his
erect prick. Scott then pulled Terri down on top of him, so that her back
was to his chest, and ordered the blonde to start fucking. Despite the
burning pain in her ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her
ass, impaling herself on Scott's dick. Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast
in each hand and shoved them tightly together. Daniel from Accounting (not
quite as shy anymore, after having fucked the gorgeous secretary's mouth
and filling it with his cum) straddled Terri and slipped his meat first
into her mouth, then between her tits.
The other men took their places. One cock eased into Terri's cunt, and
another man turned her head to the side, bringing her face to face with his
cock, which he slipped into her mouth. To finish it off, two men took
their places next to the table, and one throbbing prick was placed into
each of her hands.
Terri had been gang-fucked in the past. One time, on a dare in college,
she had done four guys in a multitude of positions, and then staggered home
at four in the morning, their cum dripping from her hair, her face, and her
pussy. And several times Danielle had arranged for Terri to be
gang-banged, in local motels and sometimes even in Terri's home, in the bed
she shared with her husband. But those people had mostly been strangers
whom she would never have to see again. This was totally different. Terri
would have to go back to work the next day, and face these people. She
would have to prepare paperwork for them, to make coffee for them, to run
errands for them. And now that they knew how things were for Terri, she
would no doubt have to fuck them whenever and wherever they wished. This
humiliated her even more than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her
from every direction. The tears were pouring, and Terri was alternately
sobbing and moaning. How had her life come to this? she asked herself for
the thousandth time.
Scott whispered in her ear. "You know you love it. Just get used to
the idea that you're a whore, and this will be a lot easier for you. Think
about how wet your cunt is right now. You love it." Through the earpiece,
she could hear the unseen Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her
fingers or some toy on herself while watching her rival's debasement.
Terri just wanted to curl up and die.
Daniel was the first. The sight of his cock disappearing between the
finest pair of tits he had ever seen, proved to be overwhelming. With a
gasp, he spurted all over Terri's neck, then took his cock into his hand
and carefully aimed the rest of his load evenly over her abundant breasts.
The guy fucking her mouth was next. Even when Terri was being
completely degraded in the middle of a gang rape, her skilled mouth still
expertly performed its task. She moaned softly as she felt the cock tense
up, and she prepared to swallow. Cum began spurting and she swallowed as
fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough and his white gooey jism
leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Secretly Terri fired off a silent
prayer that it would drip down onto Scott's face. Finally sensing that the
fellatrice's mouth was overfull, the man pulled out and distributed the
remainder of his seed all over her face and hair.
The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her mouth
could get a rest for a few minutes. Her relief was short-lived, however,
as the two men whom she was jacking off hopped up on the table, replacing
the two cocks which had been fucking her mouth and tits. Terri was bucking
and moaning in rhythm with the men fucking her twat and her asshole. She
was extremely wet and had already had two orgasms. Scott was right. She
was a whore.
The man fucking the blonde's cunt tensed up, then began filling her with
his jism. As she felt his hot cum shooting against the walls of her pussy,
she went with him, screaming through the cock she was sucking off (which
then began twitching, then spurting, filling the vixen's mouth with more
seed.) Then it was down to the man screwing her boobs, and Scott anally
raping her.
"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her. Terri obeyed, even
slightly sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming. The man took his
cock in his hand and stroked it. "Here it comes, whore...." he promised,
taking aim at the blonde pixie's already cum-drenched mouth. Releasing, he
shot a stream of jism which missed Terri's mouth entirely, instead adding
to the sticky mess already drying on her cheek. The second spurt found its
mark, gushing against the roof of her mouth in a seemingly endless stream.
She closed her mouth to swallow but he kept cumming, coating her lips and
splattering everywhere, up her nose and all over her chin, neck and in her
hair. Then he slid his prick back into her mouth and pumped the remainder
of his load down her throat.
Now only Scott was left. Leaving his cock inside her tender ass, he
rolled Terri over and directed her to her hands and knees. He had not had
a wide range of motion while pinned underneath the voluptuous blonde, but
was determined to make up for it. Pulling his cock all the way out of
Terri, he teased the rosebud of her asshole with his cockhead. Then with a
swift motion he buried himself up to the hilt in her reamed asshole. Terri
cried out in surprise and pain, as Scott began sawing in and out of the
blonde's ass. As he fucked her, Scott caressed her asscheeks, which were
reddened and covered with angry welts from the punishment the poor slut had
suffered earlier.
"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded. Terri supported herself on one hand
as she reached down and slipped a finger in her cum-filled pussy. "Now
tell me how much you love being fucked."
"Oh....Scott...I love being fucked...." Terri choked.
SMACK! Scott's hand stung the blonde's ass.
"YES! I love being fucked by you!!!!!"
SMACK!!!!
"More...."
SMACK!!!!!!
"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!" Terri was
now thrusting back against him with the full force of her petite frame.
Her body was convulsing, confused by the mixed sensations. The sting of
Scott's hand, spanking Terri's reddened, but still lovely,
asscheeks.....the growing pleasure in her cunt, induced by her expert
fingers.....the burning agony of Scott's cock thrusting in and out of her
worn, abused asshole.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite
literally having been fucked senseless. Scott could stand no more.
Grabbing the slut's hips, he pulled her toward him, burying himself in her
ass and releasing his cum into her anal canal, and collapsing on top of
her. Terri, too, collapsed....in tears.
---------------
Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there were
four more groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had better hurry up
and get herself cleaned up. Just glad to be away from Scott for a few
minutes, Terri fled to the safe haven of the restroom, confident that it
couldn't get worse....but she was wrong.
"My....don't you look delicious!" Danielle, sitting on the bathroom
counter, naked and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked to the cum covered
blonde slut.
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