This is a nifty (in my opinion) callback to the first story I ever wrote on here (this caption will

This is a nifty (in my opinion) callback to the first story I ever wrote on here (this caption will make a lot more sense if you read that one first). Many thanks to the wonderful kennelmaster for supplying me with this photo. Enjoy! ********************* It was all very sudden. One minute, Gloria was typing away at her desk, and the next, she was being pulled from her chair and dragged down to the floor. A foul smelling rag was pressed to her face and seconds later, she blacked out. Gloria awoke on the floor. Speaking was impossible due to the white cloth wrapped tightly around her head and pushed into her mouth. Ropes layered her entire body, securing her arms behind her and her ankles, knees, and thighs together. She noticed with disgust that her skirt had been hiked up obscenely high and her blouse had been ripped open. Surveying the scene, Gloria was confused and frightened. All of the desks on the floor had been pushed to the walls and a large wooden table had been placed at the front of the room. The terrifying aspect was that there were women scattered on the floor of the room, all of them bound in various manners. Many of them were stripped half or fully naked. A peculiar thought floated into Gloria’s head. These are all secretaries, where are the rest of the women? A door near the table opened and people began to file out. They were all men save for one, who appeared to be a hooker of sorts. She was dressed in the skimpiest of schoolgirl outfits; her breasts stretched the extra small blouse to its limits, the grey plaid skirt covered her sex, but only by millimeters. White knee socks highlighted her shapely legs which were already being accented by 5 inch heels. The men began filtering through the crowd of secretaries, except one, it was Frank.  Sirens went off in Gloria’s head. It’s time! This is it! Long ago, Frank had come to her, explaining to her how he was going to change the company, make it completely new. He told her that with her help, he would become CEO and would take her right with him to the top, Executive Vice President.  So Gloria had helped him. It all seemed so small, chatting up Christine, the current CEO, in the restroom. Suggesting new workout locations and dining establishments. Slipping the occasional pill in her coffee. Frank had assured Gloria that no harm would come to Christine, it was just all little things he needed to reach the top. Wait….Christine, Gloria’s eyes sought out the hooker. Oh God Oh God! It’s her! What have I done!!? Frank started speaking “Ladies, apologies for the inconvenience, but we have a very important announcement and didn’t want anyone wriggling away.” A few men guffawed at his joke. “You’ll notice we only have secretaries gathered here today. The other female employees will be receiving a different set of instructions, so there’s no need to worry about them. Now, I want to discuss some changes that will be happening here at-” “Frank! FRAAAANK!” Gloria had worked the gag out of her mouth. “FRANK! We had a deal! You and I, we were suppo-” she was cut short by a stinging slap to the face. The man responsible quickly re-did her gag, this time much more tightly. Frank stared at her and shook his head. “Right, I’m wasting my time explaining, a demonstration would be much more enlightening.” He waved hand toward the group, “Come on boys, let’s get started.” The men in the crowd walked back to the front of the room, five remained behind in the crowd. Gloria counted 20 men up front; all of them quickly undressed. Christine had remained unmoving and expressionless throughout the entire scene. Frank turned to her. “Ok Chrissyslut, kneel!” The CEO did not hesitate and knelt on the carpet, the men applauded. “Very good slut, now, crawl to Master.” The redhead immediately started crawling toward Frank until she reached his feet. She returned to her knees and looked up at him quizzically. “Excellent Chrissyslut! Now tell me, is there something you might be wanting?” “Please Master, please fill my holes with cock and cum, it is what they were made for.” Frank needed no further encouragement; he gripped a fistful of red hair and violently stuffed Christine’s mouth full of his throbbing cock.  Gloria and the other secretaries looked on for long minutes as their CEO was brutally facefucked by her own assistant. Finally, he withdrew from her mouth and ceremoniously splattered his sticky semen on her face. The rest of the men cheered. Frank wiped his cock on Christine’s tits. “Dig in gentlemen.” Like hyenas attacking a wounded lion, the men immediately set to work. Christine’s clothes were ruthlessly torn to tatters and she was hoisted up onto the table. The men surrounded her, their cocks out and hardening, ready to punish their former leader. For nearly two hours, Gloria sat in horrified silence; she and the rest of the secretaries were held as a captive audience to the repeated rape of Christine. Any time one of them turned away or attempted to escape, one of the men patrolling would strike her and force her to look on. Sometimes they would jerk their own cocks off onto them. Gloria was repulsed as one particularly filthy looking man sprayed his seed all over her bra encased breasts. Their message was unmistakable. Our dominance is absolute. Up on the table, Christine was much worse for wear. They twisted and stretched and bent her body into every position imaginable. Multiple cocks penetrated her at all times, and even then they made her stroke two more with her hands. Every ten or fifteen minutes, an assailant would squirt a steady stream of piss onto her body. The people up on the table were acting more like animals than humans. With one final blast of cum into Christine’s ravaged pussy, the men finally relented. They left her slumped down face first in a putrid pool of cum, urine, and blood. She looked unrecognizable, her cum stained and battered body hardly passed for human at this stage. Gloria searched around for any sign of hope, but located none. Men were unpacking boxes that were carrying syringes full of pink, brown, or black liquid. She noticed that Frank had dressed back up in his charcoal suit. He lit a cigar and blew a puff of smoke in the air. “So, ladies,” he pointed at Christine’s motionless body, “that right there is the most powerful woman in one of the largest and most lucrative companies in the world.” He took another deep drag from the cigar, “What do you think that means for you?” -- source link

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