Out On Parole 1

This is a work of fiction.

The following short story contains scenes of rape and coercion as pure fantasy and is obviously not real in many many ways.

I do not condone any acts that are not part of a healthy consenting relationship.

If this is the kind of story you enjoy then I hope you like it.

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Out on Parole

The car accident was not Sophie's fault but the police didn't believe her and the judge had tried her as an adult. She was found guilty and sentenced to 4 years behind bars.

Celebrating her eighteenth birthday behind bars she swore she'd never be returning there.

After serving a little over half her sentence she was granted an early release. The parole board granted it on the condition that she found & kept a job and stayed out of trouble.

Once released Sophie had to move back in with her parents. She was not allowed alcohol, would be regularly tested for drugs and was to be monitored by an electronic tag. Failure to adhere, her fat parole officer repeatedly reminded her, would result in a swift return to prison.

As a parolee with no degree Sophie had few job prospects. No office would even give her an interview and the local bars and restaurants wanted experienced staff. All she could find were fast food jobs.

In her mind there was no question she was getting a job, any job. So the next day Sophie set off to restart her life. After a few long fruitless days she finally found an ad for a burger joint across town. It was far from ideal but she was determined and desperate.

The humid office above the restaurant smelt vaguely of mould and sweat. Across the desk the manager read Sophie's C.V while a fan hummed loudly overhead. She watched the slightly balding man leaf through her pages hoping he'd give her a chance. Things were not good, she was running out of time.

A cool breeze rolled down over Sophie's bare arms and she began to regret her choice of top. In an effort to increase her chances she'd opted to wear the little white vest top she usually wore out clubbing. Sitting there she now felt it might be a little too skimpy for interviews.

The manager finished shuffling the papers and looked up.

"Convict," he stated, having already read it in the paperwork.

"Yes," she replied, "I was..."

"I've had a few like you in here before" he interrupted. "They all learn one way or another that I'll take NO SHIT. I keep a tight ship and there are no second chances! You fuck with me, you'll be back inside quicker than shit up a drainpipe AND with a few extra years added for good measure!" He paused for added effect. "You get me missy?"

"Yes sir." She replied, biting her tongue at his use of the missy nickname.

"Good, I'm Bob Lawson the owner but you can stick with 'Sir,' I like that. Now I'm short staffed today so I'll need you to start right away. Go down and see Ian, he'll sort you out with a uniform and show you the ropes."

Sophie was glad to be finished. She got up, hurried out of the office and away from Bob's lingering glare. She felt relieved to have finally landed a job but was totally dejected with the thought of having to start there right away. When she reached the bottom of the grim wooden stairs she found a few staff members milling about the kitchen.

"Ian?" she asked the group. They looked up in collective silence. After a brief hesitation all but one returned to their work.

"That would be me," replied the thin, dull looking thirty year old. "Are you joining us?"

"Yeah, I'm starting right away. Mr Lawson said I should talk to you about a uniform... I'm Sophie." She nervously added before offering her him hand and smiling.

Ian smiled back and returned her handshake. Letting her hand go he thought for a moment.

"Come with me and I'll get you sorted."

Sophie followed him through the kitchen and into a small storage room at the back. Dusty boxes filled the windowless room. There was no door hanging in the archway and a broken light strip flickered overhead. As Ian searched through the shelves of boxes she watched the staff out in the kitchen, they reminded her of a flock of startled sheep.

"What are the opening hours here?" She asked.

"Well, we open for lunch from 11am to 3pm and evenings from 7pm until 1am. I'll check with Bob on how long we'll need you today then get you on the rota for the rest of the week."

"Thank you, yes." She smiled attempting to conceal her disappointment at the thought of such a late finish.

Ian began to get flustered searching through all the boxes in the dank room. He finally seemed to give up and turned towards the empty doorway.

"Wait here a second," he directed, darting back into the kitchen and up the stairs.

Sophie reclined against the stacked boxes and relaxed for a moment. Ian seemed quite friendly and not at all scary like Bob. He re-appeared a few moments later holding a bundle of clothes. Sophie snapped to attention and stepped towards him.

"Sorry but most of the uniforms are in use with the full time guys. These are all we have at the moment," he apologised handing her the items. "You can get changed back here but don't take too long."

Sophie hesitated a moment unsure wether to complain about the tatty state of the skimpy clothes first or the fact that there was no door for privacy.

"Isn't there a toilet I can use?" she asked hoping to avoid a public strip.

"Sorry but the staff can't use the customer one," advised Ian, "and Sam is in the staff one,"

"Can I wait till he's finished, or I could just keep my jeans on for today and wear the skirt with some tights tomorrow?"

"Absolutely not!" announced Bob as he marched past the doorway. "The uniform must be worn by all staff. You do want to be a staff member, don't you Missy?"

"Yes sir," nodded Sophie hopping to attention.

"Well then do as you're told and get changed"

Sophie hesitated with the clothes in her hand. The room was small and with the open doorway there was nowhere she could hide from their view. She turned her back, took a breath and reminded herself why she was there.

She pulled up her top and tried to ignore the imagined feeling of eyes upon her exposed flesh. Blushing in her purple bra she dropped her vest onto one of the boxes and picked up her new top.

The uniform top, like all the female staff members, had a plunging neck line held together by coloured laces. Unfortunately the one given to Sophie seemed to have been split further down the centre and was missing the modesty saving laces. On her the front hung open and exposed vast swathes of her pale cleavage and fancy bra.

The poor girl unzipped her jeans and began pulling them down when she noticed Bob had moved into the doorway and was standing there watching her. She hurried to grab the skirt and cover up her exposed bottom.

Sophie pulled up the skirt and realised her bare legs were going to be the least of her problems. What Ian had provided her was far too wide around the waist and too short to properly cover her modesty.

When she tried to adjust it onto one hip it would just slip off the other. Eventually she managed to adjust it to stay in place with the help of her white apron strings. There was nothing she could do to hide her panties at the back though as they sat high above the low slung skirt.

Sophie turned to go and join the group in the kitchen but Bob was still standing watching her. She fought her instinct to call him a bastard and made to storm past the pervert. He stopped her mid stride, blocking her with his hand and pointing towards her feet.

"Those too, you can't wear boots in the kitchen."

She sighed quietly and bent down to undo the buckles. Bob had a good view down her top and could make out raised nipples beneath her bra. When finished she looked up to exchange footwear but the surly manager just collected her boots and marched off.

"You want me to work bare foot?"

"You'd rather go back to prison?"

"No sir," she sighed as he disappeared up to his office.

Ian returned to the supply room to check on the new girl. He did a momentary double take as he took in the beauty of the barefoot young woman. Her purple underwear poked out from beneath her ill-fitting uniform and the only thing covering her long athletic legs was an ankle cuff.

As she felt Ian scanning her body Sophie noticed first his eyes then his crotch bulging before her. Her skin tingled cold then warm under his lecherous gaze. In her new uniform she felt more like a hooker than porter.

Timidly she tiptoed into the kitchen behind Ian. He showed her around the different stations and explained what each member of staff was doing. Ian's eyes seemed to be glued to her body the whole time. She began to feel he was excessively directing her to bend over or kneel down under the guise of pointing out things.

Ian's breathing had become heavy and his face had turned red as he continued his close instruction from above. Though embarrassed under the attention Sophie felt confident that he'd to be easy to manipulate.

After an hour or so Sophie began to settle into the ebb and flow of the kitchen. She tried to forget about her exposed state and learn the ropes but then she'd catch a co-worker peering down her top or up her bare legs and once again be filled with humiliation. All the attention was beginning to excite her as it mixed with the submissive feeling of her bare feet on wet kitchen tile.

As the night went on she felt as if she was revealing more and more skin to the others. They kept up the ruse of getting her to bend down for things or finding reason to stay near her to continue peering over her pert body.

This constant harassment left Sophie's mind numb and fuzzy while her body was buzzing into overdrive. Her skin was on fire and she was sure she was starting to get moist to the point that it'd soon become visible from behind. She tried to focus on her work but kept being reminded of her exposure by the leering men and their tented trousers.

When finally the crowd of customers began to thin out Ian returned to the kitchen.

"Sophie, can you take a five minuet break? I need you to man the pot wash once you're back," he told her pointing toward a sink full of dirty dishes.

Sophie headed for the staff toilet and the privacy it allowed. Inside she sat down and attempted to fix herself but was shocked to discover just how wet her panties had become. When she reached down to try and pat her puffy slit dry the contact with her engorged clit sent lightning through her young body.

She immediately realised just how close she was to cumming and had to fight to stop herself . It took all she had to ignore the urge to finish and instead pull her sodden panties back up.

Returning from her break Sophie felt like she was in a daze. Her senses were overwhelming her as she absentmindedly scrubbed the dishes. The conflict between her mind and body replayed over and over as she worked the sink.

The idea of exposure and humiliation disgusted her but she couldn't deny how turned on she'd become. She never thought of herself as an exhibitionist but her body seemed to be enjoying all the attention.

"Sophie, can you go into the walk in fridge and get a box of cheese?" called a stressed out chef.

"Cheese? Yeah ok," she replied.

Sophie padded down the hallway and toward the refrigerated room. Once inside, the icy air took her breath away and the freezing floor immediately numbed her feet. The safety door automatically swung closed behind her and left a single dim bulb above the only light against the darkness.

Leaning down, Sophie reached into a stack at the back of the room. The noise of the door opening and closing again made her pause.

Before she could bend up and look back Sophie was suddenly shoved into the stacked cardboard boxes. Pinned there against the cold stacks she flailed in vain to grab hold of something to steady herself.

In her struggle to find purchase Sophie's skirt slipped from around her waist and fell to the icy floor. Her initial shock turned to panicked fear when her panties were then torn off her small body.

"These are fucking drenched you god dammed whore." Growled the unidentified attacker. "I knew you were gagging for this."

She couldn't quite place the hushed anonymous voice. His body pressed into hers and a hardness grew between them. The warmth against her back was a stark contrast to the cold boxes beneath her chest.

She could feel him smear the juices from her exposed mound then press his finger between her lips and into her depths.

"No please don't. You ca...!" she yelped as a wet rag was shoved between her teeth.

Before she could try and pull it out a strong hand grasped her neck and a shuddering pain crashed down onto her ass. Another crash of pain tore through her other cheek then another as the attacker continued her spanking.

"Don't you fucking move, not unless you're told to missy"

Recognising his pet name for her, Sophie realised the fingers invading her flooded hole were Bob's and that the pungent taste filling her mouth were from her own torn off panties.

More of his fat digits pumped into her delicate hole and forced their way deeper. They signalled the inevitably that was yet to come. The finger banging was an act of domination, to humiliate and control her and not as any kind of foreplay.

Her flinching ceased and they both knew she had been broken. Bob's black boot smacked against her bare ankle and spread her limp legs further apart. His insulated leather shoes planted between her shivering bare feet and wedged her open for entry.

He mashed his crotch against her exposed rear then released his tight grip on her waist. He shifted position and got himself ready for her.

"Don't you move a fucking muscle missy or I'll start paddling that rosy ass of yours again!"

"Plhfmh Donph dohh thshh" she pleaded desperately but the only response to her muffled cries was the clink of his metal belt and the echo of her own heartbeat in her ear.

Then, for Sophie, time seemed to slow to a crawl as she waited for the inevitable. No longer held in place by force but by fear, she lay there freezing and frozen as instructed. Her arms were slumped helpless between the gap at the back of the boxes. Her nosed grazed against cold plastic while female musk filled her mouth. Fear made her compliant but her own body's betrayal made itself ready.

Then his touch started time again.

His throbbing cock slid between her shaven labia and deep into her docile body. Though gagged, the girl's drawn out moan still reverberated loud around the small room. Bob plunged deep into her and pressed groin into ass. Pausing when fully enveloped, he ground a slow circle into her taint and then slowly pulled back out.

Sophie barely had a moment to register the emptiness inside before she had to accept him thrusting hard and fast back into her. His cock continued to smash in and out of her soft rear as she surrendered to his rhythmic jostling. Tears formed below her eyes and she silently cursed her own weak body.

As the invading member pummelled into her gushing pussy a low groan rumbled from out of her throat. She felt as if the monster was going to burst through her cervix. Behind her he rammed his dick into her again & again and pushed her towards a climax. A muffled yelp escaped her throat as she fought the ecstasy rippling through her soft tunnel.

Suddenly the door behind them opened and the dark space was bathed in light. A blinded Sophie was torn between ecstatic-relief and a burning hunger to finish. She tried to turn, to plead with the newcomer but she was unsure what she'd be pleading for.

Bob slapped her back into submissive place beneath him. Squeezing her waist he held her in place under the light of the open door and continued to pound into her.

"Oh Sorry boss, I didn't realise you were in here" apologised the intruder.

"Come back later Sam, I'm busy."

"Sure thing boss, just don't let her forget the cheese when you're done."

Then darkness returned to the cold room and her abuse continued. No-one, Sophie realised, was going to stop this or come to her rescue. For a moment the young woman wept into her gag but the muffled cries morphed into guttural moans as he forced pleasure to fill and take hold of her again.

Bob continued to fuck her supple body as he neared release. Sliding his hands down he griped her soft buttocks and sped up his final thrusts. He groaned as his dick began to twitch inside the girl's moist tunnel.

Warmth filled her as the seed spewed into her fertile womb. She fought to keep her body at bay as he finished up inside her. Relief it was over filled her as he slowed to a series of spluttering thrusts and the last of his ejaculate splashed her cervix.

After a brief pause the burning heat inside her was doused by cold air. He had pulled out of her body and washed away all trace of her impending orgasm and the humiliation that that would have left her with.

She lay limp over the boxes as Bob backed away. A string of cum stretched and snapped between their wet sexual parts.

Sophie was still gagged and panting when he wiped his wet dick over her ass. The smear felt cold on her skin in the frozen air. She was shocked back to life by a stinging slap on her butt cheek, it burned warm while between her legs grew cold and empty.

Then the room lit up again as Bob opened the door to leave.

"Don't forget the cheese missy," he reminded her, "and be quick about it!"

She slowly pushed herself off the boxes and tried to stand up on shaky legs. Looking around the room she fought to make sense of what had just happened and to find her skirt but the skirt was gone as was her dignity and her innocence. Half naked and broken she just stood there dripping seed.

Sophie wiped her tear streaked face and reached for the door release. Just as she pulled the handle open she remembered the cheese they'd sent her for. She leant back into the boxes he raped her over, collect the cheese and left.

Warmth flowed over her sore body as she stepped back into the hallway. Her numb limbs began to waken up just as one of the woman who worked the tills suddenly appeared. The look on her face filled Sophie with shame.

Alison had been just coming out of the staff toilet when she'd spotted the shivering girl. The poor creature looked stunned, half dead and wet. Alison shook her head sorrowfully guessing what must've just happened.

"You'd better hurry back, love, before he fires you for stealing or something. That bastard had the last girl sent back inside with four years added to her sentence."

Sophie felt a momentary urge to vomit but realised it was just her panties still stuffed in her throat. She waited for Alison to leave before pulling the gag out to examine it. Though partially ripped her panties still retained some of their former shape and could be repaired.

She set the cheese box down and tied the ripped halves together. Stepping into them she pulled her panties up her cum covered thighs. Escaped seamen collected in the gusset and sealed over her leaking mound.

The disheveled young girl returned to the kitchen and handed Sam his cheese. He avoided eye contact with her and just nodded. The entire kitchen kept there heads down and refused to look at her. She crept back to her station and continued to work on the dishes in the corner.

For the rest of the shift the other staff avoided her. Their conspiracy of silence seemed to be a collective denial that she had just been raped meters away.

Sophie glanced up at the clock. It had felt to her like she had been there for hours but it had been less then fifteen minutes of violation in the back room. She tried to calculate how much longer she'd have to suffer before she could escape this hell hole. There were still hours to go so she just returned her focus to cleaning the dishes and keeping herself from screaming.