Helena Robertson - Miss M…

“To the oldest…”

“O.K.”

And the elder man, a stout fellow, with grey temples, undid his pants, exhibiting a bulky rod, put in in position, and in one hard move, sent it completely, up to the hilt in the bleeding cunt. Another cry was lost in the rags an her mouth, and Denise had to undergo that repellent coitus, that churning in her tortured flesh… She tried to escape, but in vain, the man was strong and was holding her, motioning her in an opposite movement from his, thus accentuating the violence of his penetration. The flabby balls were slapping the lips of the young cunt. Horror grew in her when she felt the pace increase, and then he spat his senile sperm in her vagina.

He had hardly removed his tool from her belly that another one penetrated her. Hard and long the prick was fornicating the young girl. Tears were rolling on her cheeks. He was not long, and soon her cunt was filled with his trick and greasy sperm. Then the other one turned her over, and, in spite of the gag, they could all hear the cry that she let out…

“What have you done?…”

“I raped her, you fools…”

And he showed his belly glued to the ass of the young girl, moving a little he showed his tool impaled in the propped up bottom. They laughed.

“Clever boy… Come on, now, let us hurry, we do not have much time left…”

And, while caressing the body, shaken by the violent churning of the worker's dick in her ass, they all commented the beauty of the show, and appreciated its rarity.

Soon, the man slowed his paced, sighed, and removed his prick, after taking his pleasure in that virgin ass, now slimy with gunk.

Then they untied the girl, allowing her to stand while her legs were still maintained to the shelves, without removing her gag, one of them took one of the nipples between his hard fingers, and twisted it viciously, when he saw terror in her eyes he said:

“If you speak, first of all we will have you sacked because nobody will believe you, and then we will give you such a wallop that you would not and could not forget it for the rest of your life. And for your nipples, what would you think if we treated them with a pair of pliers?…”

Denise, panicked under the intolerable pain at her breasts, hiccuping, crying, promised, swore whatever they wanted her to swear. She had to lean against the walls while they were going away, and had hardly the strength to drag herself to the toilets.. She hesitated and did not complaint. At night she saw them following her at a distance, the next day she resigned without giving a reason to her decision…

During the whole confession, Monique had caressed the young girl between her legs, alternating kisses on her lips, and on her breasts. Lost in a wonderful dream, the girl stopped speaking and remained silent for a couple of minutes before the orgasm seized her and left her panting after a couple of contractions. Her belly was twisting delighted under the action of the finger that was slowly penetrating her…

Monique let her recuperate for a moment and then resumed her questioning, about her life, and also about the reason why her nipples had taken such a shape and size.

Denise came closer to Monique and caressed her breasts. She let her fingers linger on the young girl's body, and her hand went under Monique's skirt… Between the closed legs, on the sex, and insinuating between the moistened lips found the virginity… For a little moment Denise stared at Monique, surprised, but she did not say anything and resumed her caress, she also continued her account of her loves and misfortunes.

Denise remained one whole month unemployed. Her personal savings were running away and the spent her last pennies at the gynecologist, because the horrible event that had occurred in the storage room had consequences that she preferred to stop immediately. She found another job, in the same specialization and was working in another smaller factory under the order of an elderly man. It did not take her a very long time to realized that the man was quite attracted by her youth. After a couple of mistakes the man made it clear to her that if she wanted to stay she would have to do some “efforts…”

“A girl with teats like yours has always one way to be forgiven when she does something wrong…”

She needed the money badly, and one night she accepted to stay in the factory after closing hours. They went together in the darkest corner of the office and once again she felt all the fears and disgust from the first time come back to her… She felt without any reaction the hands of the man on her chest… In the silent building she heard his accelerated breathing… He opened her blouse and unhooked the brassiere… he pushed the blouse backwards and the material fell on her slightly folded arms… Then she felt the man's lips on her nipples, in a deep sucking. Her eyes closed, she felt the tongue lick at the reddened nipples, the teeth biting without too much strength on the exacerbated buds. No matter how disgusted she was, she felt the titillation of excitement in her most intimate flesh… She closed her legs more firmly and the man went on sucking at her breasts. He was playing with the twin globes and feeling their volume, consistency, and weight, the way a sculptor would prepare a block of clay before modeling it.

Denise tried once to move away from the head, glued as a leech to her bosom, he slapped her hands, and she gave up all resistance… His thick lips remained on the hypersensitive teats, and his hands started wandering on her body. He found the blouse nearly completely unbuttoned and soon reached the small pink crotch, and insinuating between her legs. She closed her legs more tightly, but then he bit her cruelly… She had to give up, and soon the linger insinuated more deeply in her warms vagina… She let the finger penetrated her, and slowly rub at the exacerbated love bud… Tightening his grip around her with his left arm, and his mouth still glued at her breast, he masturbated her furiously.

Denise let pleasure come in her, the spasm reached her with clenched teeth. She did not resist and with a series of bumps, she let the warm sap ooze of her cunt, and moisten the man's fingers.

He let her recover her spirits, and she found herself naked in front of him. He was contemplating her; then he helped her to get dressed with surprisingly sweet gestures he walked her, in silence to the gate of the factory. She did not refuse his hand when he said goodbye.

From that day on commenced a sweet kind of blackmail. It was very seldom that Denise could go home without a little stop with the man in the back of the storage room. Sometimes he found his satisfaction just by licking and sucking her teats, but sometimes he let his hands go between her thighs, and he did not let her go without receiving the warm liquid on his fingers, proving that she had come and met her pleasure.

But he was also nice to her. He brought pastries, and some sweets, and now she was no longer afraid of him, and felt only shame, but no fears when she followed him to the shelves.

She let him caress her in any way in wanted to and, it is maybe under the ardent sucking that the nipples took their exaggerated proportions. One day he asked her to climb on the shelves, as if she had to reach something in the upper ones, and then she had to let him see her nakedness, from below, between her legs, the way the others had done with her on that famous first night (she shivered everytime she thought about the terrible evening…) and she did not close her legs, so nice and gentle was the man. Then Denise entered another era of sweet and sour tortures. This man, who could not satisfy any woman, tried to take his revenge in excitations that he gave to that sex that his own flesh could not, and would never penetrate. He gave her cunt the attentions and care that he had, up to then, reserved to her teats, and her cunt was suck her clitoris titillated, masturbated, excited constantly…