Insubordination

As always, please do not take this story to be an endorsement of nonconsensual sex. This is pure fantasy, and should be enjoyed with that in mind.

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Mia Zhang had contemplated calling in sick on Tuesday numerous times over the long weekend. She thought about going to the police, she thought about confronting Jared directly, she thought about talking to a local journalist. She thought and thought and thought but couldn't come up with a plan of action that satisfied her. More importantly, she couldn't come up with a plan that wouldn't damage her career in some major way.

Before she knew it, it was Tuesday morning, and she was blow drying her hair following an exceedingly long shower, mentally picking out what she would wear into the office that day. She couldn't call in sick; she couldn't let Jared feel like he'd defeated her.

As she dressed, she realized she would need to button her top almost all the way up today. The bruises Jared had inflicted on her breasts were visible if her neckline dipped too low. Tears stung her eyes as she went over what she would say to him today.

When she stepped off the elevator, she was shocked to see Jared already at his desk. He turned from his computer to flash her a grin that sent shivers down her spine.

"Good morning, Mia! Have a good weekend?" he asked politely. Mia swallowed hard and walked with purpose toward her office.

"Was fine," she replied coolly before disappearing down her hallway and letting her office door click shut behind her. She collapsed into her desk chair and exhaled sharply.

"Pull yourself together, Mia," she whispered to herself. After a few deep meditative breaths, she logged into her computer and started checking her emails. Kevin seemed happy with the revised work that Jared did before...everything happened on Friday. She was relieved that the project was behind her, but now she was thinking about her ordeal with Jared again.

There was a curt knock on her office door. Mia's stomach dropped, because she already knew who it would be. She steeled herself and called out, "Come in!" She was right; it was Jared, and he came strutting into her office, shutting the door behind him. Mia noted that he didn't lock it this time and relaxed a bit. The office was teeming with other people right now anyway, so it's not like he could really try anything.

"What do you want?" she asked, cursing inwardly. She should probably be a little more cordial if she was going to convince him of anything. He plopped himself down in of the chair opposite hers like he hadn't a care in the world.

"Sheesh, are you always so hostile first thing in the morning?"

"Only to rapists" she spat. Why did he look so calm and collected?

"Look Mia, I know you're probably upset about what happened between us on Friday night."

"Sorry, 'what happened between us?' You mean what you did to me?"

"Semantics," Jared said, waving his hand dismissively.

"I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, Jared. I could have you arrested."

"Yeah you could...but you haven't yet, have you?" He smirked, and Mia wanted to reach across her desk to strangle him. "And you won't."

Mia saw red, seeing his smug face looking oh-so-pleased with himself. "What makes you think I won't? Seems like a pretty cut and dry case. Giant, disgruntled man overpowers his boss, a woman who earned a promotion over him."

"Oh sure, the narrative is very believable. If only my uncle wasn't the D.A. and my other uncle wasn't a judge, and my dad's best friend wasn't an attorney with a 100% success rate getting accused rapists off. Then it would be a slam dunk. Not to mention my mom's godfather, the police commissioner." Jared smiled wickedly, watching the color drain from Mia's face. "But even if all that weren't true, you still wouldn't go to the police. Because you know the second you did, I would send that little video of you around to everyone you know and upload it to all the major porn sites. And as a woman in this industry, that would destroy your career. Even if it looked like I was fucking you against your will. Which I assure you, after watching it back at least 10 times, it doesn't look like that at all. You don't look like a rape victim, you look like a kinky pain slut with an insatiable cunt." He stood to leave, looking satisfied with himself.

Mia's jaw was practically on the floor. She had nothing. No leverage. This privileged prick with all the connections in the world could just do whatever he wanted, and he would never see a single consequence. She spent her whole life being perfect, working tirelessly to get to where she was, and men like him could just get away with heinous behavior. Her rage bubbled up and she couldn't stop herself.

"You disgusting, vile, loathsome piece of shit. If you even think about showing that video to a soul, I swear to god, I'll--"

"You'll what? Call the cops? Mia, we've been over this." Jared closed the distance between them, a dangerous look in his eye. "You keep forgetting that this is all about humility. You had the chance just now to ask me nicely, maybe even beg me, to keep what happened between us private. But you couldn't do that, which just tells me you need another lesson."

"Oh cut the bullshit, Jared! Humility--please--you know nothing about humility. You've never had to earn a goddamn thing in your life. Everything you have has been handed to you on a platter, and you think you can give me lessons in

humility

?"

"That's not the type of humility I'm talking about. Don't worry, you'll learn." Just as quickly as he'd closed in on her, he left, leaving the door ajar.

If Mia took too much time to really process everything that just happened, she felt like she might burst into tears. She couldn't have that, so she buried herself in work for the rest of the morning, pushing the implications of that conversation to the back of her mind.

At around 12:30, Mia started to feel like she was dragging, so she got up to grab a coffee from the kitchen. She had almost forgotten about her predicament until she stepped out of her office and happened to brush shoulders with Jared as he passed her in the hallway. He was deep in discussion with Kyle, a new hire that had been unfortunately taken under Jared's wing. Neither of them looked up at her as she passed, but she felt like she could feel their eyes on her as she rounded the corner into the kitchen.

Mia leaned against the counter as she stirred half and half into her coffee. Her mind had begun to wander just as a few of the guys from her team wandered into the kitchen as well. She straightened up and gave them a smile.

"Do anything fun over the long weekend?" she asked, looking between the three men. Daniel, one of the more reliable analysts, poured himself a cup of coffee and sidled up next to her at the counter. Unfortunately Mia now knew that he spent time speculating on the authenticity of her breasts.

"Nah, not really. Just caught up on some TV. What about you?"

"Yeah, same. I was happy to be able to relax a bit," Mia replied hesitantly. The men were all standing a little bit too close to her for comfort. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

"So, Mia. Is it true? What Jared said," Gary, the plucky intern who was fresh from some Ivy undergrad, asked. He was flanking her on her left side, opposite of Daniel. Mia's eyes widened slightly. She cleared her throat and took a sip of her coffee. He sounded earnest; maybe she was just being paranoid.

"Um, what did Jared tell you?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Her heart was racing.

Gary chuckled. "That you made him stay here Friday night till like 9 o'clock!" Mia's shoulders instantly relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I made him stay to do his fucking job. It's not my fault that it took him that long," she said, rolling her eyes. The guys started laughing, which made her relax further, even enough to join them. Once they'd settled down, Mia took a few steps to leave when Mark, the last guy who had joined her in the kitchen, spoke.

"Hey, Mia?" She turned back to face the trio, looking at Mark expectantly. "Is it also true that he left bruises all over your tits and ass?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, his eyes traveling down to her chest.

"Wh--what?" Before she could react, they were on her. It was as if it was happening in slow motion. Her half-drunk coffee hit the floor, Daniel and Gary each grabbed one of her arms, holding them behind her back. By the time she started struggling, it was already too late. The men held her tightly; perhaps she could have wrenched herself away from one of them, but both of them was out of the question.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go

right fucking now

!" she screamed, struggling against the two men.

Mark looked his boss up and down, folding his arms across his chest as he appraised her. Mia couldn't see that a few other men had started peeking into the kitchen, gathering to witness the commotion. Mark ignored her yelling and expletives, took a step toward the flustered, restrained woman and in one smooth motion, took hold of each sides of her blouse and tore it open. The sound of buttons tearing off and hitting the walls and tiled floor echoed loudly in Mia's ears as she processed what was happening.

She was glad she had chosen a plain black bra today, rather than one of her saucier options. That didn't temper the lust in Mark's eyes as he took in the sight of her large, and still quite bruised, breasts. He cradled one in each hand and bounced them around a bit, which made Mia's stomach turn, and to her horror, stoked the slightest of flames in her groin.

"Well, I'll be damned, that fucker was telling the truth!" Mark made a spinning motion with his hand and Daniel and Gary forced Mia to turn and face the audience she was previously unaware of. Beaming back at her from the back of the small crowd was Jared of course. She stared back in horror as the crowd of men who worked for her took in the sight of their boss in such a vulnerable position. She tried in vain to cover herself, which only made her breasts bounce and jiggle around invitingly. She heard a metallic 'click' that caught her attention and looked up to see Mark brandishing a small pocket knife. She froze as Mark caressed her cheek and traced the blade down her neck, across her chest, and between her heaving breasts.

With a flick of his wrist, his knife cut through the front of her bra, causing her heavy breasts to burst free. There were actual cheers coming from this crowd of traitorous perverts as her naked torso was forcibly put on display.

"Told ya I was telling the truth! I was telling the truth about her tits being real, too, see? So pay up, Danny!" Daniel tightened his grip on her arm with one hand so he could free the other to feel up his captured boss. He groped her tits and even slapped them lightly, finally giving each of her nipples a pinch that made her yelp.

"Fine, you're right, Jar. Hundred bucks it is."

"Enough! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? You're all just going to stand here and watch me be assaulted like this?" Mia interjected, finally reaching her limit for this insanity. She renewed her efforts to break free from Daniel and Gary, to no avail. Jared stepped forward with a devious smile on his face.

"Don't be silly Mia, of course we're not just going to watch this happen to you." He brandishes a red ball gag, dangling it in front of her face. "We're going to join in."

Mia's blood ran cold as the reality of the situation sank in. The looks of desire on the faces of the men staring back at her made her feel physically ill. Jared took advantage of her shock and shoved the ball past her lips to settle it behind her teeth. He buckled the strap behind her head with a flourish and stood back to admire his handiwork.

It was all too much for Mia, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing now. Frantically, she tried to appeal to the onlookers, though she couldn't actually speak anymore. All she could manage were some garbled pleas and groans.

"Don't be upset, boss. Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. If your cunt isn't dripping wet right now, then we'll let you go and I'll even resign my position, effective immediately." He started to lift the front of her skirt up, and Mia started thrashing and kicking furiously. "A little help here," Jared implored, snapping his fingers at a couple of the onlookers. Two of them rushed forward and the men holding her arms back lifted her up onto the small table in the center of the room, pulling her down on her back. The two additional men each grabbed a leg before she could land a solid kick at Jared, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt rode up her thighs with this motion, exposing her panties to the transfixed crowd.

Jared stood between her spread thighs, tracing his fingers up her exposed flesh to the edge of her underwear. "To be clear, if your cunt drools all over my hand, I'll take that to mean you want to become the office fucktoy," he taunted, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. Mia groaned in anguish as he easily pressed one finger into her warm and undeniably wet pussy. He twisted it around inside her a bit, eliciting some whimpering from her that really seemed to excite people.

"Aw Mia," he started, turning away from her to face the waiting crowd. He held his finger high, clearly shining with signs of her arousal. "I can't believe how badly you want us to use you, you little slut. You're absolutely soaked." Mia's cheeks burned red at this acknowledgement. She shook her head furiously, thrashing around to free herself. Jared smirked, feeling his cock throb at the sight of this helpless woman struggling against her captors.

"Here's how this is going to work," he started, turning back to the rest of the office. He slapped his hand down onto Mia's pussy several times, causing her to squeal, but eventually calm down a little. "She'll be bound in her office for use. There are some toys and equipment in there for everyone to use. You all have the link to the sign-up sheet. We respect the time slots, okay? We're not animals. You can always sign up to go again, so don't get greedy when your time is up. If more than one of you want to use her at once, only one of you needs to fill out the form. If anyone gives you trouble, you can come to me, though I trust that you all understand that the smoother this goes, the longer we can keep using this little cum dump."

Mia couldn't believe what she was hearing. He had done so much coordinating in the last few days. He spoke so casually about what was essentially her sexual enslavement. It was horrifying, but to her great dismay, it was also turning her on. This was like one of her darkest fantasies, the kind that you wouldn't actually want to happen, but occasionally shamefully masturbate to.

"But of course, to put her in the right mindset, I'm going to fuck her in front of all of you. Remind her that she's just an object now." Mia's eyes widened again, her struggling renewed. She yelled a multitude of profanities into her gag. Jared slapped her tits around and ripped her panties clean off her body. "I'm going to take your gag out now, because I want everyone to hear you beg." Mia prepared to make an impassioned speech to appeal to any decent man who might be left in the crowd the second she could speak again. But Jared started rubbing her clit in tight circles as one of the guys holding her down removed her gag. Instead of her carefully reasoned plea, her employees were treated to the unimpeded sounds of her whimpers and moans.

Jared lined the head of his dick up with the entrance of Mia's pussy, still rubbing her clit to keep her distracted and pliable. "Please. Please don't do this," she groaned, her hips writhing.

"Like music to my ears, whore," Jared taunted before burying himself to the hilt inside his captive boss. She wailed, though it was drowned out by the cheers and whooping from the people gathered behind them. While he drove his cock into her needy cunt, the men holding her down took the opportunity to grope her, kneading her tits, toying with her nipples.

"Something to keep in mind is that Mia loves pain. She'll whine and cry at first, but eventually she'll cum so hard her eyes will roll back in her head. Observe." He slapped her clit as he fucked her, and as Jared described, she wailed at first, but to Mia's great humiliation, it wasn't long before her pussy was clenching around his cock. Jared growled, pumping harder into her as she squealed. "You're about to take your first load of the day, Mia. I'm going to fill this desperate cunt with my cum, and then every man you see here is going to do the same. All. Day. Long." Mia cried harder, but she also came again, which triggered Jared's orgasm almost immediately. Mia could feel his cock spasm inside of her as he filled her with his seed. She slumped against the men holding her down, too exhausted to struggle anymore. Jared pulled out, and she could feel his cum start to drip out of her freshly used pussy. A couple of the guys high-fived him, which Mia couldn't help but roll her eyes at. Jared slapped his hand down on her pussy again, demanding the return of her focus.

"Now, let's get you set up in your office, fuck toy."

It didn't take long for an army of men to subdue and tightly restrain one woman. Soon, Mia found herself being lead by a leash back into her dream office, which she was about to find out had been repurposed now for her own personal nightmare. She hadn't been able to tell who was missing from the audience of her most recent rape, but apparently some of her employees missed the show in order to turn her formerly minimalist and tidy office into pop-up sex dungeon.

They had tightened a collar around her neck, with a heart shaped charm dangling off that said "Boss." Jared had thought it was so funny as he was having it engraved, and seeing it adorn Mia's neck now drove him wild. After removing the remaining scraps of her clothing, stacking her forearms on top of one another, they tightened three black straps around both arms, rendering them useless and keeping her hands out of the way for unimpeded access of her ass. They cuffed her ankles, narrowing her stride with a short chain connecting them, of course keeping her in her black stilettos. She was able to strut around in them with no problem under normal circumstances, but hobbled like this, she struggled to keep up with Jared, who pulled her along by the leash without any regard for her ability to keep pace. His final touch was a butt plug that stretched her tightest hole uncomfortably. He humiliated her by only using his cum and her own juices to lube it up before working it inside her asshole. She could hear that someone was taking a video of the whole ordeal as he had her held fast with her ass pushed up in the air.

"Will you slow the fuck down? I can barely keep up with this fucking thing you put in me," she seethed, almost stumbling again as Jared paraded her around the office. Jared stopped abruptly by the closest desk. He pulled her to bend over it by her leash and started spanking her hard. The man whose desk it was looked bewildered as his boss was punished basically in his lap. She tried to ignore him as Jared slapped her ass several more times. He squeezed the already tender flesh hard and then began to fuck her ass with the plug, pulling it out to its widest point and twisting it around before pushing it all the way back inside of her. Mia screamed and groaned as she took her punishment.

"Please stop, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she gasped out, writhing on the hard surface beneath her.

"I'm honestly impressed," Jared started, still slowly moving the plug in and out of her asshole. "You're completely at my mercy. At the mercy of everyone on this floor, really. And you still find the drive to be a mouthy little bitch. You've got moxie, Mia, that's for sure. But as I keep saying, we've got to work on those manners. Really, you should be thanking me," he says. Mia could hear the sinister smile he had on his face in his voice.