This is my first ever submission to Literotica. It's a part of a multi-part story featuring Alyssa and the men (and eventually women) of Johnson Industries. enjoy!
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Johnson Industries was a bit different from your average office. For one, the floors were separated by gender, then by department. There were thirteen floors and six departments, each with 8 employees per floor and 16 aids that serviced as liaisons for all the departments and the CEO, who was simply known as "Dr. Johnson." Another difference was that there was a single opposite gendered person per floor: the secretary, who guarded the areas affectionately known as "the Bullpen" from prying eyes. As soon as you walked out of the elevator, you were met with a room. On one wall were the windows, facing out of the building. The other two walls appeared to be frosted glass. The elevator was flanked on both sides by black marble, which matched the secretary's desk next to the only other door. There sat a gorgeous, smiling man or woman, always eager to assist while still remaining vague on their intentions.
My best friend Kasady worked there. I had visited a few times and was always enthusiastically greeted by his department. I always brought them a treat, which I'm sure helped. The other seven men in the marketing department were just as attractive as Kasady, each in their own way. Marcus was one of the two African American men in the department; tall, strong, and a heart of gold, he was a heartthrob of epic proportions. Will was moderately tall, blonde haired and blue eyed, always just a little scruffy, and had a smile as killer as his arms. James had jet black hair, intense green eyes, was tall as a skyscraper, and had cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Josh was a brunette with bright brown eyes, the cheeriest attitude, and the best ass out of all of them. Matt was the other African American; built like a boxer, delicious Cajun accent, and the most perfect tailored suits you've ever seen. Dante was built more along the lines of a linebacker. His black eyes, diamond earring, and perfect fade were beautifully offset by his gorgeous voice and traditional Italian cooking. And finally Stephen, with short black hair, tanned and tatted skin, and lips so soft you could sleep on them.
And then, there's Kasady. Long brown hair that was always tastefully arranged into a bun on the nape of his neck, five o'clock shadow, startling green eyes, and as kind as one could be. I'd known his since college, where we met in freshman seminar. We'd fucked a few times, but we also genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Something my ex-boyfriends hadn't been to happy about.
Which brings me to why I was at Johnson industries that day, unannounced, in tears and sloppy clothing and absolute disarray. I has a hurriedly put together box of muffins that I grabbed last minute before taking a cab over, but no phone, no wallet, and no shoes. Socks, but no shoes. The second I walked in the door, everyone in the lobby froze. I sniffled and looked down as I walked up to the counter, clutching the muffins like a lifeline, eyes red and mascara streaked all across my face. I nervously cleared my throat as I approached the man at the counter, who thankfully knew me.
"Alyssa, dear, what happened? Oh never mind that. Let's get you up to Kasady right away."
He led me to the elevator and slid his keycard to get me to the ninth floor, where Kasady's department resided. His hand was gently placed on my back, just as touchy feely as everyone in this office. I didn't mind; his hand left a pleasant warmth behind. When we arrived at the floor, we found the secretary's desk empty. The man, who I suddenly remembered was named Daniel, sighed and told me to wait on the sofa. I sat, and he walked into the bullpen, swiftly closing the door behind him. I faintly heard voices but couldn't make out any words. A few moments later Kasady came out, dragging a woman behind him.
"I told you, you're fired. You're always late, you're inattentive, and you're never where you're supposed to be. Now please leave before I call security." His voice was deep, rumbly and comforting. The minute I heard it I started to relax, knowing he'd take care of me. The woman was less enthused.
"But Kassy, where will I go? No place is like here. I've got needs you know, and here is the only place that fills them!" She whined. Her words made little sense to me, but Kasady scowled.
"Try a street corner for all I care. Out." He shoved her into the elevator and made sure the door closed before turning to walk back to the bullpen. That's when he caught sight of me. His face went from pleased, to shocked, before settling on angry. He knelt in front of me, gently wiping my face with his thumb. His eyes were hard as he looked me over, taking in the fading bruise on my wrist, my messed up face, my too big tee that once belonged to him, my ducky pajama pants, my mismatched socks, and the squished muffin box. He took my hand with the utmost care before pulling me up and wrapping an arm around me, leading me through the door.
The bullpen was at full capacity today, all 7 men in attendance. Marcus, Will, and James were all laughing at the water cooler, while Josh and Matt went over a presentation, and Dante and Stephen worked at their desks. They all looked up as Kasady came back, smiling until they saw my state. I gave a shaky smile and held up the muffin box.
"I brought you guys some muffins. They're blueberry, a little squished. I'm sorry they're not perfect but-"
"Alyssa, please." Marcus said, stopping me. He took the box from me and set it down without looking at it. Firm hands grasped mine and I turned to see Dante next to him.
"Bella, you're freezing! What happened?"
The others crowded around, all fussing over me, drowning me in genuine affection and care. I teared up again, making them even more frantic, until Kasady stepped in.
"Please, friends, give her space. Alyssa, why don't we talk somewhere more private? Come, lets go to conference room 3C. There are no meetings scheduled today, so we can take as long as we like." The boys were reluctant, but acquiesced, allowing me to be led off. Kasady closed the door behind me before sitting next to me on the leather couch in the corner. "Alyssa. What happened?"
I'm laying on the couch, nursing a growing headache when he slams open the door. I shoot up before falling back weakly, temple pounding. He stomps in, shucking off his boots and tossing his stuff on the table before stalking towards me. I try warding him off, begging him to leave me be, I needed to tell him something. He slaps me and grabs my wrist in a bruising grip, pinning me to the couch. He yanks open his belt and pulls out his cock, hard and dripping with sweat. He presses against my jaw, forcing my mouth open and shoving inside. His grip on my wrist is painfully tight, and he wraps his hand twice in my long hair, shoving me down his shaft. He slams against the back of my throat again and again, grunting like a pig, forcing me to choke and gag on his sour cock. He pulls back in disgust as i vomit, head pounding, before hitting me again. "Damn slut," he growls. "Disgusting, good for nothing whore. You're ugly, gross, pathetic. All you're good for is a cum dump, and now you've messed that up too. Guess its time to take that ass." He grins as i scream and try to get away, before hitting me again and bringing my chin up so he can see me. My mascara was smeared to hell, i was crying and covered in drool, and a red mark was developing on my cheek.
"You're only good like this. Covered in drool and sweat. Now its time to add blood to the mix." He roughly turns me over, shoving down my pants and ripping my panties in half. He rubs his spit into his already sloppy cock, before rubbing some in my hole. I buck and try to crawl away, but his grip on my hair is unrelenting. He laughs at me, mocking how tight i am and thanking me for saving my anal cherry for him before shoving mercilessly into me. I screamed and cried as he abused my poor ass, blood running down my legs as he grunts and groans, cussing and slapping my ass, reaching up and choking me to shut me up. He takes forever to cum, switching between my cunt and my ass every time he was close so that he could punish me longer. Finally, with a final groan and shake, his awful cum filled up my ass. He pulled out, grinning as he watched his nasty cum drip out mixed with my blood.
"Now, bitch. Get me a beer."
I stood up shakily, falling as soon as i took a step. I forced myself to crawl to the kitchen so that I wouldn't make him angrier. I brought him back a beer and was forced to suck him off again while he drank it. Finally he let me stop, after dribbling a pathetic amount of cum down my throat.
"So what did you need to tell me, slut?"
"I-I lost my job. We have to move out of the apartment." He stills, looking at me with hard eyes.
"Did you beg them to take you back like i taught you?" I shivered.
"Yes. She made me eat her out so many times, but still fired me after. There was nothing I could do."
He nodded thoughtfully, thinking. Then he erupted, slapping me across the face, pushing me on the floor and started abusing my ass again while i screamed. He slammed my head on the floor, and i passed out.
When I came to, he was gone, and my stuff was trashed. He'd left me with no clothes, no cash, and nothing left to take with me but a smushed box of muffins. So i did the only thing that came to mind. I grabbed the muffins, pulled my clothes back on, and ran to you.
His face was dark, dangerous, livid. I cringed away, ashamed of my weakness, again on the edge of tears. His hands are gentle, though, as they pick me up and carry me to the bathroom down the hall. I allow him to softly clean me up, gently washing off the mascara and tears and crusted cum on my face and in my hair. He divests me of my clothes with the softest movements, as sweet as could be as he slowly washes me out. I'm not embarrassed, he's all seen it before anyway and nothing about it was lecherous or in any way sexual. He was very simply taking care of me, as he always did. When I was clean, there was a knock on the door. He opens it, and i see a tattooed arm with a shopping bag. Stephen. Kasady takes it, thanks him, and hands it to me. I open it to find a new pair of sweatpants, some simple shoes, and another one of Kasady's shirts. He must have an extra outfit for late nights at the office. There was also a jar of cream, which he gently rubbed on my marks and bruises before taking some on his fingers. Laying me down and telling me to relax, he gently slid into my poor ass, soft and sweet as he rubs the cream in. I seized up at first, afraid, but as he massaged it in I felt myself relax and start to enjoy it. Soft sounds escaped from my lips, and i saw his pants jump from the corner of my eye. I silenced myself, embarrassed, but he softly assured me that it was all right, his other hand gently kneading the stiffness and hurt from my body.
If it was any other person I would be scared out of my mind, frantic and panicked, but Kasady was so sweet, so loving and protective, that i just felt safe. He always made me feel safe. Come to think of it, I felt similarly about all the guys in the department. Some days it seemed like they were the only people I could rely on.
Finally, he helped me dress before leading me back out to the bullpen. Everyone looked up before gathering around anxiously. Kasady took my hand.
"Alyssa, could you please tell them what has happened? You don't have to say too much. They're just concerned and want to help make you feel better."
I nervously relayed the story from before, watching as a deep anger grew in each of them. Their eyes grew hard, their jaws flexed, and their fists clenched. It kind of made me happy that they were so on my side. When I finished, Marcus reached out and took my hand.
"Honey. You should have told us that he was hurting you. We would have helped sooner. I hate that you were trapped like that and we couldn't help." My lip wobbled, and i looked away, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you all with it. I just know you're all so busy and I just should be able to handle this kind of thing on my own..."
"No, you shouldn't," Will growled. "You need to be cared for and protected, you shouldn't have to do everything on your own. That's our failure."
