Henry Perkins: Secretary enslaved

"But I didn't do it!" Sharon cried. "They made me take off my clothes and then they raped me! I didn't charge them anything and I didn't take their money!"

"Maybe not," the policeman said, one hand on the shaft of his night stick. "But I'm a cop and I investigated it, and that's what I say happened. And my two good friends, Alex Hazen and Olga Letz, will testify to it all. And there's at least a couple girls in the office who heard your gasps and screams this afternoon and knew you were fucking your boss in the office. You haven't got a chance, bitch! It's either prison or being our nice, compliant sex slave!"

"You're with them in this thing!" Sharon gasped, suddenly realizing the truth. It stunned her that the trap she had first walked into that afternoon had suddenly become a hundred times more effective.

"Yeah," he laughed in confirmation. "And for you that's tough titty, like they always say."

Sharon tried to bolt. She couldn't go out of the front of the chair since he had moved in closer, so she tried to tumble over the arm. He caught her by the bottom of her gown and jerked her roughly back into the chair. She landed face-down across the chair as her body twisted, and Frank swept one of her arms expertly up behind her back. Hard, cold metal bit into the flesh of her wrist and a loud click echoed in the room, then he pulled her other arm back. The second wrist was captured quickly and painfully in the other ring of the handcuffs as her hands were locked behind her waist. Sharon struggled, trying to wiggle away as she kicked back with her feet.

"Add resisting arrest and striking police officer to your list of charges!" Frank shouted, then struck the back of her head with the heel of his hand.

Sharon's brain exploded in confused pain, and she was so dazed that she collapsed weakly across the arms of the chair.

"Help me!" Sharon cried, then shrieked as her hands were forced up between her shoulders.

"Scream all you want to, cunt," Frank said. "I'm the police. I'm all the help you're going to get!"

"Nooo!" Sharon groaned as the filmy bottom of her nightgown was ripped from her ass.

The material came away in shreds, leaving her ass and cunt completely bare. Large hands roughly shoved the hem of the gown up to her armpits. Then the hands jerked on the front of her hips, pulling her back until her feet hit the floor and her head crashed down onto the cushion of the chair. Her mouth bit at the material as tears of fright and humiliation poured from her eyes.

"Jeez, you do have a pretty ass," Frank Tomlin said as one of his hands rubbed over the skin or her hips. "Alex told me that the Goddamn thing was beautiful enough to fuck."

Sharon heard the jaws of a trap slam closed in her mind. A whole collection of rapists had moved in on her – her office manager, her boss, and now a cop. The sanctuary that she had thought her home offered had turned out to be nothing but a dream. There was no place she could run away to and hide from the terrible, lusty scene.

A thick, rough finger rammed into her dry pussyhole. It pulled painfully at the tender flesh as it fucked in. Sharon's cunt latched down onto the finger and squeezed it as her muscles tightened to force it out.

"That is a tiny pussy!" Frank gasped. "And Alex says your mouth's hot and tight! That means that asshole of yours must be a real cockwringer!"

Sharon jerked from the terrible spearing of her cunthole, and her wrists were cut by the edge of the cuffs. Frank kicked the insides of her heels, splaying her legs open even more. Then he pulled his finger out of her pussy and pushed down on the upper part of her back. The young secretary was pinned over the arm of the chair, her naked ass perched high. In such an unnatural position, she couldn't even try to wiggle away.

"We better get that fuckhole loosened up and some pussyjuice flowing," the sadistic policeman said. "I'll need that cuntcream later for my cock!"

Sharon heard the sound of wood on leather and trembled about what it might mean. She didn't have to wait too long to find out as the end of Frank's thick night stick bumped into the slit of her cunt. He moved it all up and down her pussyslit, then centered it on the mouth of her cunt.

Sharon began screaming even before he shoved the thick wooden shaft in, since she knew what it would do. With her cunthole dry and the inner walls collapsed, the club ripped her flesh as it fucked in.

"Aaeeiii!" she screamed as the shaft of wood fucked into her pussy. It felt like the flesh of her cuntlips and her clit were being pulled in with the club. It wasn't until almost four inches of the shaft were buried inside her that the friction gave way and stopped the tearing pain. Then the end of the stick fucked clear to the end of her cunthole, slamming against her bruised flesh.

"Noo!" Sharon groaned as pain spread through her guts. The bruised flesh at the end of her pussyhole was obscenely tender to the touch. And the touch was really a battering as Frank swirled the night stick around in her tight cunt. But the action did begin to churn up some pussyjuice.

"That's better!" the policeman shouted as he stared down at the night stick disappearing into the young woman's cunt.

He loved to watch the symbol of his power rape a tight pussy. The night stick was the next best thing to his prick in showing some little bitch who was boss.

"You are a whore, aren't you!" Frank hissed as Sharon's pussyjuices began to flow.

"No!" Sharon cried. "It hurts! I don't like it!"

"That's good," he said. "You ain't supposed to. Slaves haven't got any right to cum! You're going to do what we say! And the first thing you're going to do tomorrow morning is dress your naked ass in the shortest skirt you have and report to your office! If you don't show up for work in the morning, I'll have the police force track you down no matter where you go!"

Sharon moaned, her face buried in the cushion of the chair as the night stick continued to rape her cunt. With the slippery moisture of pussyjuice to glide on, the thick shaft was pistoning back and forth. Once again, Sharon felt completely betrayed by her body as it reacted to the terrible violation. She was shamed and abused enough without her own pussy acting like it was enjoying itself as the night stick fucked far up her cunt. She couldn't even see what was going on as her pussy flesh was abused.

Sharon was humiliated, debased and more than a little frightened by the evil scene. She was bound by handcuffs just like a common prostitute or criminal, and she was being threatened with prison. Even her wildest nightmares had never been as horrible as what was really happening, and she knew that there would be no escape.

"You got a swampy fuck pit now," Frank said, and backed away from the naked woman.

He left the night stick buried far up her pussy as he began to strip out of his uniform. His cock was already hard and jutting up from his groin. It was at least twice as thick as the night stick buried in her pussy.

Sharon gulped, trying to swallow down her shame. He had left her there, trapped with a shaft of wood jutting from her cunt. She heard his clothing fall away. Then the night stick began swirling painfully around in her cunt again as the evil policeman moved it with his hand.

"You like that, bitch?" he asked. "Well, I'm tired of it! It's time to grease up my cock!"

Sharon moaned.

When the night stick was pulled from her pussy, the officer quickly replaced it with his cock. Sharon yipped as his thick prick fucked in, spreading her pussyhole wide. And when the cockhead rammed against the tenderness of the back of her cunt, she cried out in pain.

The cock pistoned, fucking into her tight pussychute. The juices inside her cunthole washed over it, greasing the long, thick prick. Sharon thought she was in for another brutal fucking, and she was surprised when Frank yanked his prick from her pussy.