Nanci knew that this was only the beginning.
She knew very well that almost everyone in that office was in collusion with her tormentors. She wondered why humans could be so cruel; why there was pleasure in other's suffering... now; his words took a different meaning.
Often he would complain of her cruel demeanor and wanton disregard for his feelings; every time she had attributed those words to a character weakness. More often than not, had found such a flaw off-putting, unnerving at times. She had lashed out, many times, and suddenly, a new feeling entered her heart.
These were no words, there were actions that threatened her existence, but still she could not avid the parallel.
These people that she knew so well had turned into these monsters, for whom she mean very little next to their impulses.
She fidgeted in her chair as the fluids started to vacate her snatch and drenched her panties... she hesitated in going to the washroom and clean herself; she really didn't wan to leave her safe corner; didn't want to have to cross Randy's office again. But she thought; the bastard came twice; there was no way he'll feel like doing anything again, at least not for a little while; perhaps she'll make it through the day and she would have to tell her girlfriend what had happened; she was a smart and strong woman; she'll understand that it wasn't Nanci's fault... she'll forgive her.. Yes, and she would protect her once again and she would know what to do.
After all, she was the only one Nanci cared about; it was truly the only one the bastard could use against her... yes. She only had to make it through the day.
She stood up and headed for the washrooms.
She walked straight, a fake smile in her face to mark her fear. Did not look at anyone in the eye and she exited the room. Twice she looked behind her, expecting for Randy to follow her out of the office... nobody came after her. Nanci let out a sigh of relief.
She entered the brightly lit washroom and headed for the last stall. Closed the door behind and took her jeans and stained panties off.
Pulled her jeans back on, it felt strange to have her now sensitive lips touch the rough fabric of her jeans; she regretted having chosen the tight pants as the seams dig between her parted lips.
Nanci was surprised at feeling mildly excited; her pussy lips were lightly swollen and exposed her overtly sensitive clit to the fabric. The thought of it caused her pussy to lubricate rather quickly; she panicked at the prospect of her own fluids staining her jeans.
She forced herself to gain control of her sensations and emotions; opened the stall door with the intention of washing her face with cold water, maybe that would help.
She opened the door and froze in fear.
Blocking her exit where the twins; Bill and Bob!
-" Oh, Hi Nanci... Going anywhere?" - Bill said with a broad smile - "Your shift is not done and Randy told us you're willing to work overtime on out little project"- He and his brother laughed... Bill reached for Nanci's arm and pulled her, rather brusquely.
Nanci tried to protest but no word could escape her lips... her eyes opened wide while being pulled of the stall, into the middle of the room; it appears that the whole office personnel was there.
Her heart sunk in dismay.
Betty took as step forward and said, rather casually.
-" You know Nanci? You truly need to have your attitude adjusted. You can't go around teasing people and no expect retaliation at some point."-
Nanci looked around and only saw the group nodding. Her eyes darted from eye to eye, looking for some sign of solidarity.. Why would everyone want to hurt her? What could she have done so awful that there was no one willing to help her, to stand up for her, to protect her... No one... just clod smiles and glances set on her and she felt enormously little and vulnerable.
-"Please. Don't, don't hurt me..."- She managed to squeeze off her lips. Sweat broke in her forehead.
Bob and Bill got immediately a hold of both her arms and forced her out of the room followed by the group; Nanci knew that protesting would not get her anywhere; no one would come to her help. If she resisted it will make it even worst for her; it will likely exacerbate the animal's instincts and she could truly ended up hurt.
She kept her mouth shot and let her tears flow while being dragged to the elevators.
They kept the strong hold on her arms, now reddened with the pressure. They all got inside the elevators, crammed in and Cheryl pressed the button for the basement.
Nanci's heart was threatening to jump off her chest... in the basement she would be even more isolated from the world; the animals could very well kill her and get away with it; an irrational panic swelled in her chest.