Sarah kept glancing up at the clock. She was getting excited, today was her last day at this job, and the day was almost over. She was in the back corner of the production floor, trying to finish up her batch for the day. She may have hated working here, but she felt it would be poor form to leave an unfinished batch for someone else to take care of on Monday. She could at least have the common courtesy of leaving everything in good order before she went. She bent over the production table and concentrated on finishing as quickly as possible. It was near the end of the day, but maybe she could finish this and get out ten or fifteen minutes early. In her eagerness to finish up this last bit of work, she didn't realize that it had gotten strangely quiet on the floor.
Sarah half-felt, half-sensed someone behind her. She started to straighten up, to see who was there. It was probably somebody just stopping by to say one last goodbye. In a sense she was right. Before she could even completely stand, she felt something slide over her head, some type of canvas sack or bag. The world went black, and she immediately started flailing to free herself. Suddenly the quiet production floor was loud, voices all around her, her own panting and gasping loud in her ears. Something crashed to the floor off of the table she had been working at. She felt several sets of hands on her, groping her, forcing her downwards. Despite her struggles she was bent over at the waist, her torso on the table. Her hands were pinned beside her. Sarah wasn't a very large woman, and bent over like this her unknown assailants had a lot of leverage. She tried to yell, but the bag muffled most of the sound. It was hot, and hard to breathe. Sarah started to breathe quick, shallow, panicked breaths.
She could hear a series of deep voices behind her, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She felt hands all over her, sliding up her legs, grabbing her ass, working their way under her shirt from behind. Sarah tried to push up, to raise herself off the table, but she wasn't going anywhere. She realized she was trapped. Suddenly her back felt cold, and she realized that someone had split her shirt up the back. She could feel the cloth rubbing against her stomach and breasts as what was left of her shirt was pulled out from underneath her. A strong set of hands reached underneath her waist, and she felt her jeans being undone. It wasn't long before they were yanked off of her. Her bra was next to go, unceremoniously yanked off of her. She was bent over the table in nothing but her little thong. She felt hands everywhere, and her thong was pushed to the side while someone's (one of her co-workers?) fingers probed her pussy. Whoever this person was, they weren't being gentle about it.
The group of mostly male (and one female) co-workers was quite happy with Sarah's farewell. It had been easier than they could have hoped. And now they were going to take their time with the pretty but aloof girl who was leaving them. The one man who was finger fucking her was also working at unzipping his fly. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Sarah was getting quite wet for him. He freed his cock from his pants, and with his co-conspirators still pinning her down, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her. With a grunt he forced himself all the way into her tight little snatch. Sarah grunted into the canvas bag, and her hips smacked into the edge of the table. She couldn't believe that her body was responding to this, but she was soaked. She was being fucked from behind hard, and she didn't even know who was inside of her. Whoever it was, they were fucking her with hard steady thrusts, and while she desperately wanted to get away, some part of her loved it.
The man inside of her pulled her hips up, forcing himself into her even more deeply. She felt him shudder, and he pumped a big load of sticky cum into her. And then suddenly he was gone, leaving Sarah's thighs all sticky. She could feel cum oozing out of her. Even through the fear, she was so turned on to know that someone she most likely knew had just fucked her in front of a group of her acquaintances. And everyone was in on the secret except her.
She wasn't left alone for long. The next cock was already inside of her. She gasped as she felt the man grab the canvas sack that was over her head and tug on it. Her head bent backwards at an odd angle, and she was trapped. He was fucking hard, really pounding her, and her hips were smacking painfully into the table. She was half-raised off the table, but her hands were still being held firmly. Her breasts were exposed though, and she felt hands squeezing them roughly, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She felt a warm wet mouth on one of them, an odd counter to the brutal fucking she was (to be honest) enjoying.
