Walking through the mall between them with head down, she suddenly froze. They bumped into her and she almost fell. Her father's office was here. Surely they weren't going to deliver her looking like this? How could they know he was here? Mathew slapped her ass hard and she tottered on weak legs that threatened to collapse.
Olivia was prepared to suffer even that vile degradation to escape. Daddy owned the building towering above them. His personal office suite was a whole wing of the building on the top floor. She imagined being trooped in by these street urchins, if it were possible to get past security.
His secretary would certainly have something to gossip about. The boss's daughter visiting those plush offices, dressed like a filthy whore, would certainly excite attention.
The men and women on the top floor thought of themselves as the cream of society. They had the clothes and manners though they had been described as vicious jackals. The thin veneer of society was soon washed off under the wrong circumstances. She had watched them at parties manoeuvring for position with a heartless disregard for others feelings. Polite niceties were dropped if it meant winning. That was the world she had grown up in.
Thankfully they veered away from the office block entrance toward the restaurants. She didn't react at all for she was past caring. It was as though someone else was there and she was somewhere distant just observing.
With head down her face was buried in long hair hoping no one would see her. Even if they did it was unlikely she would be recognised like this. The young guys kept her between them so there was no chance of escape.
"Hey you, yea you. You want a good time with our gang slut. She wants to compare us with a white dude," Mathew said to a group of businessmen.
"Get out of here! I'll call security if you don't push off," one of them grumbled.
"No-one would see her under the table. She gives good head and she's cheap," Mathew told them.
"Don't be such an old fart. It won't hurt to look old boy. How much?" another of them asked.
"Five each," Mathew said.
Olivia heard muttering and disagreement between the group of men expecting security to be called any moment. It was too outrageous for anything to happen here in this upmarket mall. These men weren't like that filthy scum out there buying her ass. Mathew would find he had gone too far and these men would call security. It would be an awful humiliation but at least she would be free.
"Bring her inside," one of them said.
The coffee shop was dark and empty, apart from a guy behind the counter and the smartly dressed businessmen. They were slightly inebriated after celebrating a newly won business deal so called in for coffee before returning to the office. One of them was still complaining but less so as the others cajoled him.
Olivia looked up at them ready to ask for help. She quickly looked away. 'No! Not now, not them!' she cried inside. She could hardly believe it. The nightmare had become so much more evil. These men were her father's employees.
The decision had to be made whether to shout for help or keep silent. As bad as it would be to reveal her identity to these men, she must. Mathew had a firm grip on her arm so she would have to make a scene. Opening her mouth to shout she suddenly clamped it tight.
Mathew pulled the knot open releasing her breasts. He lifted the little skirt around her hips and tucked it into the waist band. Olivia held back the cry for help; instead she felt like whimpering.
In a large wall mirror she could see, through her long hair, what they were all staring at. She stood before them practically naked. Her breasts were on show with her shaven bare pussy on display. She had been wrong it could get worse and just had.
It was impossible to reveal who she was. How could she tell them her body had been so badly defiled by these fiends? Everyone would know and her father would be so ashamed of her. Their rude remarks about her naked body made it impossible to talk let alone plead for help. She was thankful for having long hair to hide a tear stained face.
"This our whore, she likes face fucking. She can suck you good. Tell em, girl!" he demanded.
Disguising her voice she spoke up, knowing he would get her to repeat the disgusting words if she whispered them.
"I'm a gang whore, I do whatever I'm told," she said. She was surprised how poor and mean she sounded.
"Tell them what I said," Mathew told her.
"I want you to fuck my face. I'll suck you off real good," she stated plainly.
"Do a good job and we let you go," he whispered.
There was no way she could ask for their help now. How could she tell them she was a respectable woman, a rich woman needing their help? They wouldn't believe her until she forced them to look at her properly revealing who she was.
She looked like a stupid slut ready to defile herself just to be accepted into this gang. Would they think she had joined them as a game only to find it too much to handle? Gossip would tour the country club and didn't need exaggeration to paint her as contemptible and pathetic.
What they saw before them was what she was, a compliant little slut. She got to her knees and crawled under the table. It could have been a hiding place only four sets of legs in business suits were waiting for her. She could see hard bulges in their trousers and demurred.
"One more thing, just one more humiliation," she thought, "then it will be all over."
She reached for one at random to quickly pull his cock from an expensive pair of suit trousers. With her head against the underneath of the table she managed to manoeuvre her lips over the rigid shaft. Pumping it with a hand and sucking hard she just wanted to get it over with quickly.
Performing such a horrible act was bad enough, but in a coffee bar it was devastating. If her emotions hadn't already been ground into the dirt she would have fainted away. She barely hung on to sanity. A functional part of her mind concentrated on the mechanics of the job.
Fearful of appearing from under the table covered in sperm, she sucked the thick slime down her throat. She felt it slither down her throat almost retching on his vile fluid. She sucked the long strings of sticky fluid from his cock squeezing the deflating sack then pushed it all back into his trousers.
Leaving him to zip up she moved on hands and knees to the next man. Cringing at the horrid task she summoned all her willpower to keep going. With her head banging against the table with his thrusts she heard them laughing. This one, whoever he was, had more enthusiasm.
