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I never come into the office on the weekends. There'd never been a need to come in after hours except the one time I left early and forgot my cell phone in my desk. Served me right. But today I had to come into the office to finish preparing documents for a trial on monday. My boss was out of town and had emailed me late friday night in a panic asking me to create exhibit folders for the Judge and opposing counsel. Since I didn't have any plans anyway I told her I would and here I was.
Before I'd left my apartment I'd rolled several joints, created a playlist on my iPhone and made a thermos of coffee and once i'd gotten to the office I opened the windows and turned off the air conditioner and lit the first joint.
I turned on the desk fan next to me to help blow the smoke out the window and lit a few candles that we kept around to help clients feel at ease. With the phones set to forward calls, I turned on my playlist and put in the earbuds, adjusting the volume to block out the sounds of traffic from the street below. I knew the offices were empty so I wasn't shy about singing along and dancing down the hallway to pull the client's files, being careful as I went not to drop ash all over the floor. I find the file I'm looking for and dance my way back to the copy room. With the A/C off, even with the breeze from outside, the office was warm. I'd worn the casual version of what I always wore to work, jeans and a nice shirt, only rather than a nice shirt I was just wearing a cheap t-shirt that was a little too tight over a little tank top that barely held in my tits, I'd gone with out a bra, relying only on the built in elastic of the tank top for support since I didn't plan on being at the office for too long.
I put the file down on the table and peel off my t-shirt, tugging the tank top up in effort to keep from falling out of it. I snap my fingers, remembering that my boss had sent me a list of things to include and went to turn on my computer to print out the email so I didn't have to use my phone. Leaning over the back of the chair pushed under the desk, I shake my hips to the music as I log into the computer and open my email. I open the email I was looking for and print the list.
I took one last hit from the joint, burning my fingertips as I did and put it out on the metal edge of the work table. I held the smoke in until the room started to spin and I felt the muscles in my back relax. "Shit." I said aloud, but could hardly hear myself over the music and my blood in my ears. I rocked back on my heels as I exhaled and felt my knees buckle. I bent over the table, holding myself on my elbows, waiting for my vision to clear. I felt something move behind me but didn't have time to move before I was pushed down on the table, someone was pressing into me, pushing my back down with one hand and pinning my hips against the table with their own. I yelped and tried to push myself up, but the hand between my shoulder blades was firm, holding me down. I could feel the man pressed against my ass laugh at my struggle and I shook my head to get the ear buds out of my ears.
"Haha, look at this bitch struggle."
I froze when I heard a second laugh, "let me go." I demanded with false bravado.
The third and fourth laughs destroyed any confidence of being let go and despite the fear that gripped me I felt my body tighten and my pussy begin to ache.
"What are you going to do? You're too stoned to fight back." The first voice demanded. He pushed harder against me and reached his free hand between my legs, grabbing me roughly, "besides, you're gonna like this." He laughed and easily unbuttoned the jeans so he could reach into my panties. "Look at this," he said to the other men as his fingers pushed into my pussy, "she's already dripping wet. You want this don't you, bitch." He demanded, pushing two fingers roughly into my tight hole.
I fought to keep from crying out as his fingers worked me, silently telling myself I shouldn't be enjoying this attack, "please," my voice was pathetic.
"Please what?" He laughed cruelly, shoving a third finger inside of me as he used his other hand to pull my pants down around my knees.
I fought to keep my breathing steady as my heart started to race, a tell tale sign of the building orgasm that I didn't want, or that I didn't want him to know about at least.
"Look at that," one of the other voices said, "she's trying not to come."
My head swam as the men all laughed and the first mans fingers deftly attacked my g-spot, "no, fuck, please, no, no." My voice was high and my hips betrayed me, bucking against the intruding hand, "Oh, fuck, yeah, oh, god, fuck." I started screaming as the orgasm won out and I could feel my pussy tighten and gush around the fingers, which never let up the assault.
"That's what I thought, you're a complete slut." He pulled his fingers out of me and shoved them into my mouth, "clean up this mess," he demanded.
I sucked on his fingers one at a time, unable to take all three at once in my mouth, slurping up my juices.
"Jim, get the rope, let's make sure this bitch can't stop us."
At the mention of rope I tried to stand upright, but someone pushed me roughly down on the table, "uh uh, you're not going anywhere until we say so, and we haven't said so yet."
I tried to turn my head to get a look at them but as soon as I did I was slapped hard on the ass, "don't do that." I turned my head back so I was staring at the table, tears welling up in my eyes as it really dawned on me what was happening. My tank top was peeled off of me and two men took either arm and wrapped a length of rope around either wrist, pulling my arms tight and tying the other end of the rope to the legs of the table so that I couldn't stand up at all and my arms were useless.
"Please, please don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone if you just leave now."
