Working on Sunday mornings was never an unpleasant chore for me. It allowed me to leave at Noon on Fridays and I considered that more than sufficient compensation. This summer was even better for me because I was joined on the weekend by Cheryl, one of my favorite co-workers, and a summer intern named Debbie who turned out to be a terrific hire.
As you can imagine, three females left alone in the office resulted in as much talking as working, but we managed to strike a good balance. A skeleton crew was in the factory on Sunday mornings, so we never had to worry about anybody coming into the administration building where we were.
During the week, when the full complement of employees—men, mostly—were in the factory, it wasn't unusual for them to be in and out. Of course, I often accused them of finding any inane reason to come over just to gawk at Cheryl and Debbie. They were both very pretty girls—Cheryl being about thirty years old and Debbie just twenty. I fell about halfway in between and hoped I wasn't considered too ugly compared to the others.
I guess the lovers of brunettes went for Cheryl and those preferring blondes chose Debbie. Beyond that, their bodies offered no significant differences. They were both perfect.
As the last hour of work approached and I had nothing significant to work on at my computer, I announced to Cheryl and Debbie: "I'll be in the loft. Just yell if you need me."
The office building was an old, converted mansion. The first floor had most of the unnecessary walls knocked out to create a great room effect with cubicles and a couple of enclosed offices for the bosses. Overlooking that area was a loft, used for file storage. Rows of shelves lined up like the interior of a library. A wood railing ran the length of the loft.
One set of stairs led to the second floor, and I climbed it with every intention of spending the rest of the day up there, relatively alone. I could hear Debbie and Cheryl chatting below me, with no other noise to interfere.
I hardly had time to find the first box of files I was looking for when I heard a commotion on the first floor. At first it sounded only as if Debbie and Cheryl's voices were raised, but then I heard a muffled squeal. I turned to look down, nearly shouting out to ask if anything was wrong at the same time.
The sight and sound that confronted me made me freeze in place. Three men with guns were in the office, two of them with their hands over the girls' mouths.
"Is anybody else in here?" a man asked sternly.
I saw Cheryl shake her head 'No'.
"If you're lying to me you'll be sorry," he said. "Are you sure?"
Cheryl didn't change her answer.
"Now, don't scream or you die. Understand?"
With guns pointed at their heads, the men behind the girls let them go. Debbie and Cheryl stood still, absolute terror written on their faces. I silently got onto my stomach, inching forward just enough to still see the group below.
"Can either of you open the safe?" the man obviously acting as the leader asked.
"I can," Cheryl replied.
"Let's go."
The order was clear and Cheryl led two men into the office with the safe while Debbie and her captor stayed behind. I couldn't see into the office, but I surmised what was taking place. Sure enough, everybody reappeared in a few minutes, the men carrying bags of cash.
I got minor comfort in knowing deposits are made every day, including Saturdays, and it was only petty cash they obtained. Still, it would have been a good day's haul without having to work for it.
I waited for the men to make their exit. Instead, I learned the worst was yet to come.
"Watch the door," the leader instructed one of the other men. "I think we have time to stick around for a while."
He handed his gun to the third man and faced Debbie. I watched as he slid his hand up her t-shirt and over her left breast. Debbie flinched and started to step back, but he said, "Don't you dare move without me saying so. For the rest of the time we're here, you obey orders and keep your mouth shut. Got it?"
I faintly heard Debbie murmur 'Yes'.
Sunday morning attire for the three of us was always casual. We never interacted with the public and rarely with other employees. So we were allowed to wear just about anything. Debbie had a t-shirt tucked into her jeans. The shirt was low-cut and the man was intent on taking advantage of it.
He moved his hand up to Debbie's exposed skin and touched her. I saw his fingers disappear inside her shirt for a few seconds. Then he grabbed the shirt with both hands near her waist and yanked it up.
Debbie yelped with surprise, but soon the shirt was being pulled over her head and tossed aside. A simple white bra covered Debbie's full breasts. The man pulled down on of the straps and let it rest on Debbie's arm.
Again, he ran his fingers over her exposed skin, this time having greater access to her tit. Eventually, he had the cup pushed down enough to show her small nipple.
"Take it off," he told the girl. She obeyed without a word and stood topless, the perfect breasts eyed longingly by all three men.
The man touched them for a second or two, and then leaned over to take one in his mouth. He squeezed it with his hand while sucking wildly on the nipple. I saw Debbie close her eyes and wince. For the next sixty seconds, he worked the tit in his mouth, and then moved on to the other one.
I wanted to believe that he'd have his fun with Debbie's tits and then take the money and run. The first indication I was wrong was when he began to open her jeans.
"No! Please!" I heard Debbie sob.
"What did I tell you about being quiet?" the man said while pulling down the zipper.
Debbie stood motionless as the jeans were pushed down her legs. I could see that she wore a tiny pair of panties. A couple of the men said something I couldn't make out, but the delight in their voices was evident.
What I could hear was the leader saying, "Take them off. And your shoes."
A moment later, Debbie was in the middle of the small group in nothing but her panties. The man in charge walked up to her and I saw his hand sliding inside her panties. Then his body blocked my view, but Debbie's reaction let me imagine what he was doing to her.
He said something to her I couldn't hear. But when he backed away and Debbie began to slide the panties down her legs, I figured it out. Even from my perch in the loft I was in awe of her nude figure once she was standing up again. If there was a flaw on her body, you had to be closer to her than me to see it.
I saw the man pull down the zipper of his pants, insert his hand, and pull out his cock. It was my no means fully erect, but still thick and intimidating.
"Get down there and suck me," he said. "Just like you do back in school with your boyfriends. Show me how a blonde slut does it."
My pain for what Debbie was going through rose to a new level when I saw her get on her knees in front of the man. This ordeal was going to have a bad ending for at least Debbie, and maybe Cheryl. If I was lucky, I'd be spared.
I watched Debbie open her mouth and take in the head of the cock. At that point, the man thrust forward and rammed the entire thing inside Debbie's mouth. She remained relatively still and he dictated how fast and hard the cock slid between her lips.
