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Kattie's Abduction Fantasy CH 11 If just starting, make sure to Start from Chapter !, The Set Up By the time she looked up and noticed that a group of four of her male coworkers, men she was being polite and curt and professional with as recently as earlier that afternoon, were now standing next in line, she was so worked up that this fresh burst of humiliation alone suddenly brought her to a quivering, shriek-moaning orgasm before them. * Steve had met up with three of his coworkers toward the back of the crowd, greeting them with a shrug and a carefully planned laugh of feigned bewilderment. He was pleased to see that they were already drunk. It was two young guys, Trey and Don, who were near his age, but also their 50 something year old supervisor, Rick. Rick was always professional but you could tell there was a wild streak suppressed somewhere in him. Well, it was certainly being revealed now. They watched together for the 45 minutes or so as they waited their turn, watching their demure, proper young coworker get fucked 40 ways to Sunday in front of them. They shared laughing sentiments that if they'd had any idea she was such a wild flooze, they would have had some more fun with her in the past. "She was a nice enough girl, but almost...too proper. The kind of girl that would call HR if you flirted with her too hard, you know? Guess I was fucking wrong. Damn, look at her take those dicks. This'll be a great team-building experience for us, boys. Not so much for her, I guess. Do youo think she can stay employed with us after this?" "Ha! said the other, unfortunately I don't think so, everyone she knows at the company knows of her exploits now. But I'd love it if she could." "Why in the hell would she torpedo her career like this. She was doing so well at increasing our internet traffic." "Yea, obviously she just thrives on getting 'views'. And boy is she racking them up." They watched as man after man took her, most bareback and just fucking wrecklessly through the anonymous cum of other men. Some however wore condoms, but when they came they would always then remove them and squeeze the contents out into Kattie's open, waiting mouth or into her pussy itself, as if to emphasize that the condom was for their protection, not hers. Steve's turn came first of his group. When Kattie had looked up and seen the four of them standing there, waiting to fuck her next, she had made a strange moaning sound that was almost half a sob, and had begun ejecting a stream of squirt from her pussy all over the bed. She then collapsed backward onto her back, her legs still spread eagle for them. Then fuck me too, you bastards, he imagined her thinking. He dropped his pants and lay between those long legs, the pale, lithe thighs plastered in sweat and cum. What a scene of ruin, especially when contrasted with the mental image of her just earlier that same day at work, proper and safe and self-respecting. He had to say though, he thought the look she had on the other end of 75 dicks fit her well. As he slid easily into her warm, wet cunt, still inviting and hospitable after all this, he was briefly amazed at the incredibly intimate feeling of fucking a girl bareback. He'd done it before, but every time he was newly astounded upon that first penetration, as if he'd forgotten how incredible it felt, how personal. Feeling the hot, wet folds of her pussy parting with a little resistance to make room for your cock. It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that 75 plus other men had just felt this exact thing with her, that plenty more would follow, their dicks exactly where his was, rubbing their swollen cock heads against the same internal folds of her love canal that had been so private, so exclusive, only the day before. So opposite now. Such a thing to make her give up. They were on the other side of an impassable gulf now, one that could never be crossed back over. She was now this forever . She could never take these dicks back, nor the ones that would follow. He had made that choice for her, and she was none the wiser. She had wrapped her legs around him, her feet locked together behind his ass, pulling him deeper into her as he thrust. She put a hand behind his head, her fingers in his hair, and looked deep into his eyes, mainlining on the shame, the position oddly intimate, as if they were alone in this room, actually making love somewhere private after a date like a normal couple. Perhaps, in another life. As if reading his thoughts, she whispered "I'm just a ," still looking deep into his eyes, maintaining the most intense eye contact of either of their lives. He wouldn't last. Their faces mere inches away from one another's, oceans of unreadable thoughts and looks and suggestions crossing between those gazes, her unaware of his role in her degradation. The shame and lust and release and defeat in her eyes. When he came, he suddenly kissed her, deeply, in a sudden urge to feel as much of her as possible at once. He thrust his pelvis so that he was as deep in her as possible when he unloaded, the very tip of his cock actually making contact with her cervix, suddenly hoping in that moment that he would be the one whose seed managed to take hold in her womb that night. Why not? A final level of conquest. He watched his coworkers take her after him, one by one adding to her baptism of shame. Shame and degraded fulfillment, a forcing of her most private, extreme fantasies. Still she did not comprehend why or how this was happening to her, why or how someone could have known her innermost desires, to be shamed and degraded and objectified and ruined. And did not the fact of her opposition to the actual fulfillment of those desires actually intensify the power of their taking place? For to have the fantasy and actually choose to enact it upon oneself voluntarily would lead to a less intense sense of violation and shame, which was in the end the goal. So her non-consent to this exploitation and assault was in fact the key component of its effectiveness, the kernel at the root of the constant hum in her clit that radiated out through her body and kept her almost constantly at the edge of an orgasm and now and then a more enthusiastic participant in her own degradation. Kattie thought these things, but in fewer words, lost in the whirlwind of her raging thoughts of lust and fleeting rationality. When her boss' turn came to fuck her he took her missionary style, but standing next to the bed where she lay, with her pussy right up on the edge of it. He grabbed her around the ankles and lifted her feet up toward his face, then popped two of her toes in his mouth as he went to town bareback in her soaked cunt. "I've always loved these feet," he told her, briefly freeing his lips. "I only have a partial foot fetish, anyway. Only the shapeliest do anything for me, and yours are perfect." The tone and ease with which he spoke seemed to indicate that he was versed in the art of degrading women. "I'd always love it when you indulged and wore those peep-toe pumps. I never wanted to even suggest that you wear heels more often, for fear of HR. But look at us now." He sucked each toe in succession, giving himself time with each one, even tonguing and sucking the webbing and spacing between each one, really taking his leisure and the fullness of indulgence with both that and her pussy. The sensation was strange, slightly ticklish, but Kattie found herself freshly thrilled by it. The simultaneous attention, derisiveness, and genuine enthusiasm he seemed to be showing for even this part of her body excited her. Every inch of her body reduced to meat for the disposable pleasure of every man. As he built to a climax he began fucking her harder, with greater urgency. He removed her feet from his mouth and spread her legs at the knees, now leaning across her torso and pressing his face in toward her ear, so that only she could hear him. "Still coming in on Monday?" he whispered with a little laugh. "I'd love to just keep you under my desk from now on. But I don't think the higher-ups would allow it." He was thrusting into her savagely now, the froth of her arousal actually splashing up onto his upper pelvis now with each ramming home of his cock. "Yeah, I'd love to keep you down there all day, letting the boys use you as a little favor whenever they wanted. But you can't be on the corporate payroll now, sadly. Yeah, you'd better get used to this. The only career option left after this is going to be sucking dick for 12 hours a day in some Thai brothel. I always knew you were a secret little . Shame on you." His thrusts punctuated each word now. "Shame...on...you!" With that he unloaded in her, his breath hot in her ear as she felt the warm crud spurting out of him, joining the vile tithe already tabernacled within her, being absorbed by the vulnerable internal flesh of her vaginal cavity. She felt waves of heat pulse through her body, reverberating from the thrill of the degradation and fear that his words gave her. He was right, and it horrified and exulted her. A for life. He pulled out and then as one final insult presented his diminishing member to her face. "Suck your filth off of me, ." She found herself doing it without question, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be ordered about like some self-hating sex servant, her mouth sucking the sweat and vaginal juice and the semen of multiple men from his shaft, and then moving up even to lick the quim from his lower belly and suck it from his matted pubic hair. "Open your mouth," he ordered her, and upon her acquiescence he spit full into her upturned mouth, globs of his spit landing right on her tongue. Like a chastised dog, she looked down, closed her mouth and swallowed it. Daniel was beaming. "We should hire you!" he said to Rick. "That's how this flooze needs to be treated! Who's next? More than one, she can take it! She needs it!" The next discernible period of time ran together for Kattie, faded by the drugs and the alcohol that kept being supplied in a slow, steady drip, just enough to keep her rolling, but never enough to push her beyond consciousness. They wanted her to be cognizant of her defile. A spectacle of dicks, a spectacle of ways to destroy a woman. They had finally surrendered all pretense of restraint, the alcohol and drugs being freely passed around to all having broken any remaining vestige of it. Cameras in her face, at her asshole, once positioned to capture up close as load after load poured out of her, several men having elected to creampie her in succession. Hours and hours of footage of her being fucked in every way the most extreme pornstar had ever been fucked. They tossed her this way and that, manhandling her like a ragdoll, seemingly unconcerned with their own health now so liquored up were they, barebacking her and kissing her and eating her out and some spreading her asscheeks and frenching her anus, kissing and sucking the puckered starfish of her sphincter. She creamed and squirted on dicks, on faces, on the fists of men so emboldened that her two lower holes were made to grip both their wrists simultaneously, her pussy and anus stretched to new limits. Daniel and his crew ensured that no man went twice, not until everyone present had their turn. Their concern was to increase the number of individual men who fucked her, to increase the taboo body count number that she would carry the rest of her days. As for the value of this number, Kattie had no guess. She felt like she could barely remember a time before dicks. She would have had no idea how many men had used her that night, but she finally noticed in one moment of partial clarity that the commenters on the screen had been keeping track: 136, apparently, since this whole ordeal had begun. She couldn't even wrap her head around the number. 136 different men had fucked her, and more yet seemed to be waiting. She was trash now, and yet she wanted more. One commenter was asking if she was going to break the record. Some chick had put together a 900 man gang fuck. Albeit that bitch was physically wrecked for life. The men entered and used her so easily now. Her butthole, which had been so tight earlier in the evening, seemed to have lost its elasticity, and continued gaping open even after someone pulled out. She just relaxed her holes and let the revolving carousel of dicks fuck her as deeply as they could. How many times she had watched porn of women in situations similar to this and reveled in it. Brought herself to an orgasm in a way that nothing else could. To see girls stripped of their autonomy, their cleanliness and dignity, reduced to a disposable thing that men would use without any thought to the consequences for the girl. And now it was happening to her. Not long after seeing her number, at her lowest moment, they put the camera right in her face again as she was being fucked, and told her to tell everyone what a she was. Staring deep into the lens, into the thousands of thousands of viewers, and the untold millions who would watch later, she did so, almost passionately, firmly dedicated to just completing the destruction wrought upon her. "My name is Kattie Duval," she said, feeling the dick fill her, "and I am a purely sex addicted piece of trash." The words seemed to add to her intoxication. She wanted to just sink into the shame now, to drown in it. She saw her face on the TV, filling the screen, capturing in perfect clarity every detail of her skin, every twitch of her facial muscles. "I've just fucked 130 men. No, More. I have no worth now except making men cum. I will fuck anyone and everyone who wants it for the rest of my life. Don't let me tell you no. This pussy is yours." More time. More fucking. Dicks, fingers, fists, entering every part of her, grown men with no restraints, behaving like sex-starved getting cunt for the first time, finally getting away with something. Her tits slapped, mauled or clenched. Some men slapped her full across the face while another plowed her from behind. The flash of indignity smothered her in lust. Her mouth licked every body part offered to her, cleaning sweat from crotches. There came some overweight Mexican man who, even after all that, decided to have her extend her tongue out as far as she could while he fucked her missionary style, and proceeded to full-on lick the surface of her tongue with his own, licking and feeling the rough bumps of her tastebuds, finally sucking her tongue into his mouth to the point of pain when he finally jismed in her cunt in hot, stuttering release, this feeling like a new extent of violation even after everything else. Seeing her sudden look of revulsion at sharing such a sloppy french kiss (of sorts) with this discusting man, the next three men, careless of their own hygiene by liquor and drugs, all took it upon themselves to lick, slurp and suck on her tongue with great relish as they lay between her legs, fucking her. Hearing her involuntary whines of distaste, Daniel taunted: "What, you don't kiss the guys who you let fuck you? What are you, just a ? You're not getting paid for this. Give them some sugar, honey." She wasn't sure why, but this mouth to mouth, the swapping of spit and the meeting of tongues, did indeed make her feel more degraded and used than most things prior. Almost as if this was an act reserved for romance, and now they were making a mockery of even that with her. Of course, predictably, the depravity and revulsion soon turned her on even more, and by the time the third guy started on her, she began orgasming as soon as he sucked her tongue up into his own mouth. She was squirting on his dick even as he began penetrating her. Following this, a man in a business suit took his turn, and instead of kissing her made her get down on the floor and lick his shoes all over until they were squeaky clean, even the bottoms. "Now no one will want to kiss that pretty, filthy mouth anymore," he said with leering disdain. |
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Well what can you say? each chapter raises the bar to new heights and new levels of degradation for our poor put upon heroine.,, This is writing of extremely high standard,the description and pace perfect and the effect on the reader utterly predictable… A genuine interest in how this continues….and what new darkness the author mines from the quarry of her mind.. Already eager for 13&14
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Wow Kattie. Its almost as if you have been in this exact situation ......
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I must say that you're not failing to deliever.. Chapter #11 is just as wonderful as all the others! As I have read these chapters I can't help but think you've been communicated a inner fantasy that you've long harbored? Might this be the case.. I doubt we'll ever know...... That said I'm looking forward to Chapter #12
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Does since my party days in school count as long harbored?
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the exact situation may be a tale for a different time. with names changed to protect the guilty.
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the exact situation may be a tale for a different time. with names changed to protect the guilty. H'mmm ... I knew I was onto something
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OMG! i can vividly think about being found in a similar predicament by my co workers and even our principal. i would be utterly blown away and turned into mush trying to think of a way to explain it to him (tem).
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