4 comments/ 52415 views/ 11 favorites Laura's Demise By: eroslit Laura knew from the beginning that her scheme was risky. But Laura had always been about risk. As a teenager, she longed to date the 'dangerous' guys that people warned her about. She teased them with her exquisite body and then refused to submit, just to see their reaction. She entered the most difficult college that would take her because friends and family said not to. And in a decision that would change her life forever, Laura majored in International Finance because it was dominated by males. Unlike the immature guys she dated in high school, college professors loved Laura because of her exquisite body AND her sharp mind. She was a prodigy by the time she graduated with honors. The rumors of sexual favors having taken her so far were only partially true. But for those who had partaken, Laura would never be forgotten. A five foot six inch brunette with Barbie-esque figure, Laura was generally soft spoken. Which meant: when she spoke, people listened. When she walked into a room, people noticed. When she wanted something, she got it. Thus, the recipe for her downfall. Laura's career in business began with a flurry of successes. She had mentors who, of course, were more than happy to spend extra time with her to teach Laura the ins and outs of international finance. In return, they hoped Laura taught them the ins and outs of great sex. Some got an education, some didn't. One who didn't was Malcolm O'Toole. Malcolm was practically forced into a life of achievement and fame by his parents' unfortunate choice of names. At thirty years old he was a guru in the area of foreign stock exchanges and saw in Laura a potential protégé, not to mention wife. Within three years, Laura could count Malcolm among those victims she had teased incessantly for the sole purpose of sucking all of the knowledge out of him. Now she was thirty two and Malcolm was approaching forty. He had not forgotten Laura, long after she went her separate way as the new expert in the field. Each time he saw her on the cable news network predicting the future of the overseas money market, Malcolm vowed revenge. He didn't know how or when, but she would pay. At about this same time, Laura began playing with something besides men's minds. It was an extremely risky form of investment that paid handsomely when the stars aligned, but was ripe for total collapse under a rare combination of situations—like a crumbling of the US housing market, rising oil prices, and a tsunami in Japan that put their economy on the brink of failure. Nearly a billion dollars in investments that Laura managed for several important and wealthy clients was at risk. Some of the clients had relied on advice from Malcolm O'Toole, who had led them to Laura before their relationship soured. If Laura went down, she was liable to drag Malcolm with her. He was not about to have her ruin his life...again. Malcolm didn't want Laura dead. That would be too simple. He wanted her to experience some of the same physical and emotional grief that she put men through for all those years. Ideally, he wanted her to beg for mercy before it was over. That was a long shot, but Malcolm was intent on trying. His first objective was to get her attention; make her realize that he was annoyed with her and that he wasn't going to ignore the situation. Malcolm would not do this personally. He would save that until the time was right. For now, he would send a surrogate; one with an attitude. Malcolm's proxy, a former bodyguard and petty criminal named Zach, caught up with Laura at a major economics conference in New York. Laura didn't know him from the man in the moon, but Zach certainly recognized Laura immediately and began trailing her. His mission: find out who she socialized with during the three day symposium. It meant long, boring hours during the day while Laura went from one session to another, but the evening made up for it when Laura went into full seductress mode. She used all of her skills to associate with as many global power brokers as she possibly could. After the first night alone, Zach had more than enough candidates to fulfill Malcolm's plot against Laura. It was a matter, now, of determining which of the several men hanging around Laura knew each other and were staying in the same hotel. Another couple hours of work provided Zach with that information. He was all set. The following day was especially long as Zach really had no new information to gather. He just had to wait until the last session and dinner were over. Then he needed to wait for Laura and the two men he targeted from her hotel to be out of their rooms. Laura was normally getting back before 11 PM. Zach slid notes under the door of the two gentlemen, seemingly in Laura's handwriting, advising them to jointly visit Laura's room at midnight, and that Laura's door would be left open for them. Then Zach broke into Laura's room and waited. At 10:45 he heard her come in. From his closet hideout, he watched her toss her purse on the bed and head for the bathroom. Soon, she was back at the bed with her back towards him. Zach pounced. Laura couldn't even fully turn around before the hulking intruder was crashing her onto the bed. His weight forced all the air out of her and Laura's attempted scream was futile. She lay face down with Zach's powerful hand over her mouth. "Don't make a sound, bitch," he warned her. "If I hear one peep out of you I will break your neck. Understand?" Laura nodded. "Your good buddy Malcolm sent me. You remember him, don't you?" Zach didn't expect a response and he didn't get one. "He's really distraught over your latest scheme and thought maybe he could convince you to make sure all his clients' money is safe," Zach said. "Tonight he wants you to think about the consequences of losing a single dime of their investments." Laura continued to struggle and the movement of her ass caused his cock to react. She wore a silky blouse and a skirt. Luckily, the skirt was preventing her from using her legs as weapons against him. But the excitement of the capture was catching up with Zach, and he had limited time to prepare her for her visitors. "I'm going to remove my hand. Scream and you die," he told her. With his hands on her neck, he waited for Laura to settle down. Then he said, "Roll over." Zach got off her just enough for her to get on her back, but not so far away he couldn't silence her quickly if necessary. Once she was facing him, he straddled her at the waist. "Good girl. Now pay attention and nobody will get hurt," Zach said calmly. "You're going to have guests at midnight. You know them. You will not have to let them in. When they arrive, you will act as if everything is normal. You will let them do whatever they want and you won't say a word about me. Got it?" Laura nodded. "I'll be nearby," Zach continued. "If I hear ANYTHING that sounds like a struggle in here, I can't guarantee your safety. I suggest you act as thought everything was planned." "But who...," Laura started to say. "Shut up! I don't want to hear a word the rest of the night. Got it?" Laura's fearful expression gave him his answer. "Now, let's get you ready," he said. Zach began to unbutton Laura's blouse. He watched her large, brown eyes widen as he undressed her. Her long hair was strewn around her head in a wild, sexy way and Zach felt himself getting harder and harder. Laura's tan skin contrasted with the sleek, pale bra that covered her full tits. He pulled the blouse out of her skirt and opened the last button. Zach tossed the sides of the blouse to the side and exposed her chest. He ran his fingers over her bra and tits, crumpling them up in his massive hands during rough squeezes. Then he tugged on the blouse and pulled it off her arms, tossing it onto the floor. After one more fondling of her tits, he reached under her and unhooked the bra. It joined the blouse on the floor and Zach stared at Laura's beautiful tits. "So this is what all those guys were after," he said with admiration. Zach leaned down and took one in his mouth. His tongue ran over the nipple and his lips closed around the smooth skin. Laura could only wait for him to finish. That's when Zach slid farther down Laura's body. "No. Please," Laura cried. "Ah! What did I say?" Zach warned her with a point of his finger. Laura fell silent as Zach's hands found the inside of her legs at the bottom of her skirt. The fingers rose up her thighs until finding her panties. He briefly touched her pussy, then pulled the hands out and started to remove the skirt. Quickly, Laura was on the bed in only her panties. Zach wasted no time in removing them, as well. He stood beside the bed, peering down at the magnificent naked body of Malcolm's adversary. Every inch of her oozed sex and Zach's cock was proof of Laura's effect. He pulled down his zipper and took it out. "Sit up," he demanded. With Laura positioned directly in front of him, Zach said, "Perhaps later we will meet again. For now, a quickie will have to do." He grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth onto his long, thick erection. Laura spread her lips and took the shaft inside. Zach immediately started to fuck her mouth with rapid, forceful thrusts that left Laura gasping for air. They settled into a rhythm and Laura felt the throbbing cock reach what she thought had to be full erection. Two minutes became three and Zach's groans grew louder. His grip on her hair tightened and Laura knew it would be over soon. Zach grunted, held the cock against the back of her throat, and unleashed the first of many shots of cum. He started fucking her mouth again and each thrust was accompanied by a new load of warm semen. Laura swallowed as quickly as she could, but a stream of cum still leaked down her chin. When it was over, Zach simply put the cock back in his pants and told Laura to lie down. She saw him reach into his back pocket. Laura recognized the object he pulled out as handcuffs and Zach yanked on her arm until her wrist was near the headboard. A few seconds later, she was cuffed to it. "You'll be having guests around midnight. Enjoy," he said. Zach gathered up Laura's discarded clothes and shoved them into a dresser. Then he took one of her shoes and used it to barely prop open the door to her room. With that, Laura was left alone in the silent gloom. She tried in vain to get out of the cuffs or slide the cuffs off the headboard. But it was useless and she settled into a frightful wait for...what? She didn't know. The next two men she saw would be Andre and Peter, South American and English financial consultants who only knew of Laura by reputation until earlier in the conference. A few chats and an hour or two at the bar had brought them closer. Now the men were holding direct invitations from Laura to visit her room at midnight. They were to come together, and neither was willing to question such an intriguing summons. So at twelve, they found each other and took the elevator to Laura's room. As they expected, the door was open. They quietly entered, moved the shoe aside, closed and locked the door. They walked the few steps it took to get past the entranceway and allowed their eyes to focus on the dimly lit bed. "Well, well, well," Peter exclaimed. "What do we have here?" Andre flicked on a light above the dresser. Laura's nude body, fastened securely to the headboard, was now plainly visible and both men inspected it from afar, inch by inch. "My God, Laura," Andre said. "Somebody's liable to come in here and take advantage of you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you actually wanted it to be us." "Just don't hurt me," Laura begged in a shaky voice. "Depends on how you define 'hurt,'" Peter said, approaching the side of the bed. Andre was close behind him and Laura instinctively slid her body farther away from them. "Oh, you can try to escape," Peter told her. "But I suspect you don't want to get away." He reached for the cuffs and made sure they were secure by tugging on them. Laura pulled her legs up almost into a fetal position, her free arm draped across her breasts. "Where's my camera when I need it," Andre said. "I don't think my cell phone would do this justice." Both men were in their mid to late forties. Both were average looking, but athletically built, which was what made Laura pay attention to them in the first place. If this encounter turned sexual, which she assumed it would, at least she wouldn't be revolted by their bodies. They certainly were not revolted by hers. "Move your arm, sweetheart. And roll flat on your back. Let's have a good look at you," Peter said. Laura gradually uncovered herself and stretched out on the bed. As frightening as it was to have Zach on top of her, this unveiling of her body to the two bystanders was even worse. She was helpless and vulnerable. Their eyes were piercing; their expressions wicked. "Beautiful," Andre proclaimed. "So, tell us, Laura. Do you want it rough? Is that the purpose of the handcuffs?" She shook her head. "No! I...I...no, please. Don't hurt me." Peter smiled. "Quite the actress, isn't she, Andre. Begging very much like a woman about to be raped. I think that's the fantasy she'd rather play out." Andre nodded. "Sounds like it to me. Who goes first?" Peter reached into his pocket for a coin. "Call it," he said. The coin was in the air as Andre announced, "Tails, of course." Peter caught the quarter and showed it in his palm. "Heads! It's my lucky night," he said with glee. Andre groaned and watched Peter take off his shoes. Andre walked over to a chair and sat down until his turn came. Being a spectator wasn't going to be that bad, either, he said to himself. Peter undressed at an unhurried pace with Laura watching every move he made. The bulge in front of his boxers gave away his stimulated state long before he was pushing them down his legs. When he stood at the side of the bed naked, Laura was taking fleeting glimpses of his ever-hardening cock. It wasn't as big as Zach's, for sure, but was still substantial with its thick head starting to point upwards. Peter promptly climbed onto the bed and moved between Laura's legs, which he spread wider by grabbing her ankles and gently pulling. Laura's heart raced at the prospect of being taken by Peter, and then Andre, without any means of resisting. It was not the usual excitement she got before sex. This had a tinge of apprehension mixed in. Laura wasn't used to having somebody else in control. Peter took a second to look at her neatly trimmed pussy, with the dark hair barely inside the outline of her very small bathing suit. The lush lips around her cunt and clit were pink and moist. His cock ached to be inside her. Laura looked up at the man as he hovered over her and then aggressively lowered his body onto hers. "Is it rape you want?" Peter gripped her free wrist and forced it above her head. Laura claimed it wasn't. "Hard, violent sex. Is that it?" "No," she whined. Peter's cock was on her pussy, sliding up and down in a preview of what he had in store for her. He shifted down so it was closer to her cunt, but he never let go of her arms. The tip of the cock spread her fleshy lips apart and found the opening to her cunt as if drawn by a magnet. "I think you're lying, Laura. I think you've been waiting all night for this." Before she could say anything else, Laura felt the cock split her open and drive deep into her cunt in a single, vicious thrust. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out. Peter's groans were joined by powerful tugs on her arms as he used her for leverage. "God! No!" Laura sobbed, remembering Zach's warning about being too loud. Peter ignored her. He drove his cock into her faster and harder, spreading her legs with his knees and reveling in the surprising tightness of her cunt. After a dozen or so thrusts, he moved down and sucked on her tits, biting at the nipples and producing more muffled shrieks from Laura. Andre watched intently, occasionally rubbing his cock through his pants, knowing his time would come. He considered the many options he would have in taking her, trying to pick from several favorable choices. Meanwhile, Peter continued to rock Laura and the bed with his intense fucking. What he would miss in longevity he would make up for in vigor. Laura may not have been playing out the rape role, but Peter certainly was, and with great pleasure. He put his hands under her ass and tilted her at an angle that resulted in the best friction against his cock. Laura clung to the handcuff during the pounding, uneasy with the knowledge that her own body was responding to Peter's fucking. The last thing she wanted to do was have an orgasm and let the damn intruders, and Malcolm, think that they won. Luckily, Peter couldn't hold out that long. "Ohhh, yeah," he moaned. "Almost there, honey." Andre had taken out his cock and was stroking it with long, slow tugs in anticipation of his turn. He was convinced he would take a more prolonged approach than Peter. But then, who knew what would happen once he was on top of the lovely Laura. "Fuck, yes! Yes! Get ready," Peter told Laura. In the midst of animalistic grunts, Laura felt her cunt being filled with Peter's cum. His cock was covered in it, and she felt a small amount drip between her legs towards her ass. Peter drove into her with slower, harder thrusts, each one depositing more semen in and around her pussy. His hulking body eventually settled down on top of Laura and his semi-erect cock dripped more cum on the inside of her thigh. "Oh my God. That was awesome," he said. "Thanks for the invite, sweetheart." He rolled off her and gave one last bite of her nipple. Meanwhile, Andre had undressed and stood at the end of the bed with his long, hard cock pointing at the intended victim. "Your turn," Peter told him. "Enjoy." Andre walked next to Laura. "Roll over," he told her. "Get on your knees and let me see that ass." ### One week later, Laura was scheduled to meet with a half dozen high rollers to calm their investment fears. There was, of course, great cause for their concerns. Truth be told—and only Laura knew the truth—the gentlemen only had about twenty percent of the money they thought they had. If any or all of them attempted to cash in at that moment, Laura was going down. Four of the investors were friends of Malcolm. Very good friends. Good enough that Malcolm was comfortable in holding a conference call with them a couple days before the meeting. "Don't let her BS you," Malcolm warned them. "Push her to show the earnings statements. If she does, don't believe what you see. Tell her you want the real thing, not a spreadsheet she made from numbers pulled out of the air. And she'll try to impress you with all the buzz words and slang. Don't buy into it." "How far can we go with the threats?" one of the men asked. Malcolm hesitated before saying, "All the way, within reason. I mean, don't get yourself thrown in jail for threatening murder. But I know this bitch. You can go a long way. For years she used her body to get places. There's no reason you can't use it back." "She wouldn't quarrel over a little physical exploitation?" another investor asked. Malcolm laughed. "I know from recent experience that she'll put up a fight, but she'll understand why it happened. I encourage you to rough her up if necessary." The men had all the information they needed to assure a fruitful meeting with Laura. They would get what they wanted one way or another; either answers from Laura about their investments or payment of another kind. Laura's first line of defense, as always, was with a dress that would take most men's minds off anything else. It was a form fitting dress that stopped well above the knees and had a plunging neckline. Any attempts to lean over or stretch out her arms caused her breasts to nearly burst out. And if she reached far above her head, there was no guarantee it would cover her ass. It would do perfectly for this audience. Laura's Demise The meeting began quietly enough. The men watched Laura's PowerPoint presentation and listened attentively to her description of the current market conditions and how it affected them. Unfortunately, one of Malcolm's buddies—an MBA that taught accounting on the side—questioned a figure that Laura was using. "That number assumes a five percent growth in the gross domestic product," Laura assured him. "You should run for president," the man said. "Quite a promise considering this country has never achieved that rate, let alone sustained it." "Certainly you don't foresee this downturn lasting much longer, do you?" Laura countered. "I do," he said. "And go back one slide." Laura brought up the slide in question. The man held his iPhone in front of him, comparing numbers. "You said that the earnings for these five companies was a combined twenty three billion dollars," he said. "I believe the real number is closer to six hundred and fifty MILLION dollars, with only one of them turning a profit. Can you explain that difference, Laura." Laura was a master at never looking flustered. It was born from many, many TV interviews. She responded quickly, "Those are likely write-offs that don't reflect the real income of the companies." "So we should ignore modern accounting procedures," the man asked in the form of a statement. "A disaster like what BP faced in the Gulf doesn't accurately reflect the overall value of the company," Laura answered. She saw the skepticism on every face in the room. Another man inquired: "If we withdrew our funds today, what would they be worth?" "You have varying portfolios," Laura said. "It would differ investor to investor." "In percentages," another man said. "Estimates will do." "I'd have to calculate that individually." The oldest gentleman, a man in his late fifties, spoke for the first time: "I have serious concerns, Laura. I think some proof of our continued trust in you is warranted. Are you prepared to offer that today, and in what form?" "Let me finish the slideshow and...," she began to say. One of Malcolm's friends stood up and strode towards her. "No, Laura. That won't be necessary. Adam requested proof, not more slides." This time, with a rather large man hovering over her, it was impossible for Laura to hide her trepidation. He sensed her fear. "What are you hiding from us, Laura?" he asked, standing close enough to force her to unconsciously lean back. "Nothing," she insisted. He took a step forward, causing her to step back, her hand on the edge of the table for support. "Every man in this room has been lied to in their careers," he said. "Each of us has succeeded by dealing with liars in a very definitive manner. We don't like liars. We rid our staffs of liars. Do you understand, Laura?" "Nothing I've told you is untrue," she claimed. "Then answer Adam's question truthfully. Are you prepared to offer proof that we can trust you, Laura?" Her back was against the screen. Half of her face was lit up by the light from the projector. Her already alarmed expression took on an eerie appearance. "Yes," she managed to say. "Show me." "Let me bring up the numbers from..." "No," the man said roughly. "No more numbers. We want proof we can trust you." Every eye in the room was on her. Laura realized there was no escaping. It was only a matter of how much she'd have to do to keep them as customers, at least temporarily. She could see the men growing more impatient. Finally, a second friend of Malcolm moved to her side. He said, "I believed a woman like you would do anything to keep clients like us. Don't disappoint me." "I'm a professional and I..." "You're a whore," the first man interrupted. "And I'll prove it." He took hold of the shoulder straps of Laura's dress and yanked them onto the top of her arms. Thin bra straps remained in place. Then he jerked the straps lower until the dress hung at Laura's waist. The tiny, white bra barely covered her nipples. Her cleavage, already visible even with the dress in place, was now in full view. The man's hands engulfed the bra and her tits. There wasn't a sound in the room except for Laura's occasional gasp. "Take it off," the man ordered. "Not here. Please," Laura pleaded. "It's all about trust, Laura." She reluctantly reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She held it in place as the straps fell down. A couple seconds later, Laura slowly let the bra fall into her hand. The perfect breasts surprised even the most experienced of the men. Some had trophy wives. Some had trophy mistresses. None of them had seen anything like Laura and she was only topless. "Good start," the man giving the orders said. "Now get naked." They gave her room and Laura began the unpleasant process of removing her dress and shoes, followed by her bikini panties. In less than a minute, she stood naked in front of them all. A dozen cocks responded simultaneously. "Turn around," she was told. Laura's ass was displayed to the mainly silent group. Every subtle curve was inspected, and re-examined. "Now, my dear," the man closest to her said. "We will determine just how committed you are to serving us fairly and truthfully. You will submit to the demand of everyone in this room without question. When it's over, we'll decide as a group whether to continue our relationship with you...or whether we feel it's necessary to bring in an auditor." He told the others to clear the chairs away from one side of the table. With nearly one half of the room now an open space, Laura was led into the center. The man who just spoke opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "Bend over and start sucking," he said. Laura's suspicion of why he gave the order were confirmed when a pair of hands were quickly on her hips and a second cock was rubbing against her ass. She took one cock in her mouth and waited for the other. "Spread your legs, sweetheart." She obeyed and she felt a cock at the entrance to her cunt. The only thing that kept her from squealing when it violently entered her was the thick cock between her lips. A pair of hands began to fondle her tits and Laura lost track of who was where. Somebody spanked her ass while her head was pulled closer to the man in front of her, until his cock hit the back of her throat. Laura heard and saw men, out of the corner of her eye, beginning to move about the room in various stages of undress. If a cock wasn't already hard, it was being stroked. The two inside her were definitely hard, especially the one being driven into her cunt with a loud smack each time the man pushed against her ass. Her nipples were tugged and twisted. Her clit was rubbed. Laura would never last the entire session without cumming if they continued to play with her in this way. Maybe it's what they wanted. It was all out of her control. The man fucking her mouth seemed to be the closest to cumming. Laura could taste his sweet precum as his cock slid in and out across her tongue and lips. His audible groans and murmurings indicated it wouldn't take long for him to finish and Laura prepared herself. Then, the first of what was certainly going to be a succession of orgasms by the men erupted in Laura's mouth. The first two blasts of cum she had to swallow. But after that, the man pulled out, masturbated directly in front of her face, and deposited several more shots on her chin, neck and tits to the delight of the others. He had Laura lick him clean. That's when the second climax began from behind. She felt his hands firmly on her hips at the same time that his cock began to pour load after load into her cunt. Laura steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the conference table until he was done and she felt the huge cock pull out of her. If she thought she would have time to rest or recover, she was wrong. Almost immediately, she was told to climb onto the table. Somebody gripped her ankles and pulled her down until her ass was right at the edge. The older man who questioned her earlier was standing between her legs, his erection poised to enter her. Then he was fucking her. Another man leaned over and began sucking on her tit. Some of the original cum was still lingering in the area, but Laura was about to find out that was only the beginning. Those men who chose not to wait for their turn at her pussy took turns assaulting her tits and masturbating at the side of the table. One by one they came in torrents, leaving streams of semen across both tits and a pool of cum on her chest and stomach. It was towards the beginning of the third man who fucked her that Laura lost control of her own body. Her fingers clutched at the corner of the table as her orgasm built to a peak, exploded, and seemed to go on forever. Her shrieks were unmistakable and the men urged her on. Her clit was massaged and her nipples were tugged on, bringing on a non-stop string of orgasms. Two more men had her even after Laura was done cumming. They may not have felt any more secure about their investments, but they were satisfied that they had her attention. ### A month passed and Laura realized the bottom had fallen out of her scheme and there was no easy, legal means of recovering the money lost in all the accounts. Yes, if an investor was inclined to wait five to ten years for the economy to fully recover, they would be fine. But these men were going to want to do other things with their money besides watch it sit. Laura couldn't wait for the hammer to fall or she would either be in jail or dead. It was desperation time. She needed an immediate, huge influx of assets, the sources of which could be counted on one hand. The source she knew best? Malcolm. "Rumor has it you've been struggling?" Malcolm said, leaning back in his chair with the speaker phone on. "I wouldn't call it struggling," Laura replied. "More like a short term slump. Hardly one that required you to send that thug to my hotel room." She had despised the thought of calling him, but hard times meant having to make hard choices. "Zach was just a warning. He didn't harm you, I hope?" Laura laughed mockingly. "Oh, no. Not at all. It was the other two assholes that did that." "I'm sure you did nothing to provoke them earlier," Malcolm told her. "You would never tease a man, would you? Or manipulate them to get a few billion dollars and then leave them hanging?" "I don't have your guys' money. That's the problem, Malcolm," Laura whined. "I need a quick infusion to cover this recession, just in case they cash in. You know how it is. I'll pay it back with interest." "Yes. It's the interest I wanted to talk about," Malcolm said. "Rates are high these days. You know how it is." Laura winced. She considered hanging up, but thought better of it. She had dug her own grave and now she was relying on the devil himself to save her. "Alright, Malcolm. Name your price," Laura finally declared. Malcolm leaned forward, excited about the prospects of one last exploitation of his adversary turned beggar. "Thursday night, I want you to go to 123 West Oak Street," he said. "You'll see an elevator. Take it to the top floor. I'll meet you there." Laura repeated back the address. "What time?" "Eight. Oh, and dress casually. It's just us." Laura sneered. "I'll be there. Keep your hired help away or there's no deal." "Promise," Malcolm said. ### From the outside, 123 West Oak Street looked like a warehouse amid an entire block of warehouses. Parking spaces on the street were sparse despite the lack of any other pedestrian traffic besides Laura. Upon approaching the front door, she tried the doorknob and the door opened without effort. Laura entered the immense empty space, bathed in near total darkness. The only light was above a closed elevator door on the opposite end of the room. Her shoes echoed with each step. As her eyes adjusted, Laura could make out the steel beams along the high ceiling. No other furniture or structures existed except walls. Not even windows. She reached the elevator and hit the up button. Instantly, the doors opened. She stepped in and pressed the button for the fourth floor—the top floor. The doors closed and the elevator began to sink. 'Hey!' But Laura's surprised yelp and repeated pressing of the fourth floor button did not prevent the elevator from slowly descending. It seemed to go one floor at the most before jolting to a stop. With a loud creak, the door opened. The space outside the elevator that Laura stepped into was just as stark as the floor above, but much smaller and slightly brighter. "Good evening, ma'am. We've been expecting you." Laura spun around to face the man with the deep, elegant voice. He wore a tuxedo and appeared to be in his mid to late forties. "Who are you? Why did the elevator bring me down here?" Laura asked anxiously. "Do not be alarmed, ma'am. My name is Arnold. I'll be escorting you tonight." "Where's Malcolm? I'm here to meet Malcolm," Laura insisted. "You will see him soon enough. Shall we go now?" Arnold lightly touched Laura's elbow and led her into a narrow hallway. She could barely make out what looked like light shining above and below a closed door to her left, about halfway down the hall. They were silently heading in that direction. "We're here, ma'am," Arnold said. "Have a pleasant evening." Arnold opened the door and Laura was struck by the intense brightness of the light. Arnold gently nudged her through the door and closed it behind her. Laura attempted to shield her eyes and make out anything in front of her. The best she could make out was that she stood on a wide stage and, perhaps, there were tables and chairs in the large space in front of the stage. Were there people in the chairs? The lights were simply too overwhelming to tell. Then she began to notice the various items on the stage itself: a padded bench; a locker; a chair. As Laura began to turn, the door behind her opened once more and two people—a man and a woman—emerged. Quiet applause rose from the area in front of the stage. Laura's head spun from the multitude of thoughts flowing through it. The woman wore a tight leather bustier with garter straps and matching leather panties. Black silk stocking rose to the top of her thighs. She was about thirty, dark haired, tall, and very attractive. A quick glance at her body convinced Laura she was well endowed in all areas. The man was about the same age and dressed in a bathrobe. He, too, was fairly handsome with a dark goatee. Without uttering a word, the woman approached Laura and slowly circled her, never taking her eyes off Laura's body. As directed by Malcolm, Laura was dressed casually: jeans and a comfortable top. "What is this?" Laura finally said. The woman slapped Laura loud enough for the sound to echo on the stage. "Owwww!" "You will not speak until told to," the woman demanded. "You MUST remain quiet." "I want somebody to...," Laura said. The slap that followed was harder than before. Laura put her hand on the part of her face that had taken the blow and glared into the eyes of her attacker. "Silence!" the woman said forcefully. Laura watched the woman move behind her. "You will call me Adrianna from this point forward. And only when you are spoken to," she said. "Any further outbursts will have dire consequences." Laura attempted one more time to make out shapes beyond the blinding lights. It was useless. She and the two people with her seemed isolated on the stage, although she knew others were watching. Then Laura felt Adrianna's hands on her waist. Laura stood stiffly as the hands caressed her body, inching their way up her ribcage toward her breasts. They stopped just short and then moved back down. This time they proceeded past her waist and onto her jeans at the hips. Adrianna moved her fingers onto the flowing curves of Laura's ass. Laura felt her body shudder from fear and...something. The hands were tender, almost loving. Then Adrianna was lifting Laura's top, exposing more and more of Laura's skin. She didn't stop until the shirt was above Laura's bra and tits. Helpless, Laura raised her arms and let Adrianna remove the top. The silence in the large room was eerie. Only an occasional muffled cough or scratching of a chair on the floor could be heard. There was no talking. Adrianna reached around and put her palms on the top of Laura's tits. She embraced them and squeezed a little harder, but nothing hurtful. Next, she began to open Laura's jeans and unhurriedly push them down her legs. Laura allowed Adrianna to remove her shoes and the jeans, knowing that disobedience was not an option. Now, a few very hushed murmurs came from the audience. How many people were there? Were they all men? Was Malcolm one of them? Laura was afraid she may never know. Adrianna's companion—the man in the bathrobe—remained off to the side, slightly behind Laura and Adrianna. His involvement was a mystery to Laura, but she suspected the onlookers knew his role. As her own disrobing continued, Laura's speculation about him grew more certain in her mind. Adrianna was playing with Laura's bra straps, stretching them and eventually pulling them off her shoulders. A single attempt was all it took to unhook the bra. Adrianna held it in place for a moment before letting it fall off and into one of her hands. The buzz of the audience grew louder. Still, no distinct words were heard. But there was definitely an ever-growing hum. Adrianna's hands were all over Laura's tits, even though the leather-clad woman was still behind Laura. Their bodies were closer now and Laura felt the leather on her back and ass. Laura gasped when Adrianna pulled roughly on her nipples, the first thing she'd done to show physical aggression. Then Laura's panties were being pulled down. She stood naked, not knowing who was watching or for what purpose. All the other incidents—the hotel room and the conference room—involved foes she could see and touch. This was a remoteness that Laura had trouble comprehending. She didn't like being out of control. Adrianna had left her side for a moment. Laura thought she heard a rustling in the area of the locker, but she didn't look back. Soon, Adrianna was standing beside her. In her hand was the largest, thickest, most realistic looking vibrator Laura had ever seen. It turned on with a nasty hum that did not bode well for wherever it was placed. Adrianna rested it on the inside of Laura's right thigh. Laura immediately flinched and unconsciously spread her legs a few more inches apart, trying to evade the object. Adrianna slid it higher and around the outer edges of Laura's pussy. Laura bit her lip and felt her entire body grow tense. Adrianna purposely avoided touching Laura's clit, but Laura could still feel the vibration of the device. She only looked down once. After that, she followed the vibrator by the trail of taught nerves it left inside her body. Adrianna moved it over Laura's stomach and straight up towards her tits. The nipples started to grow long before the vibrator entered the space between the tits. Adrianna slowed the pace to a crawl, allowing it to make contact with as much skin as possible on either side of Laura's cleavage. By the time the vibrator made contact with a nipple, Laura was ready to beg for it. Laura exhaled an audible moan and Adrianna whispered a long 'Shhhhhhh', all the while applying more pressure on Laura's tit. The vibrator scraped back and forth with the ridges forcing the erect nipple to bend before springing back into place. Then Adrianna switched tits and caused more shocks to flow through Laura's body. Mercifully, Adrianna moved on, taking the device onto Laura's back and ending up on her ass. But the drama had only begun. Laura felt it slither up and down her crack and then stop at a point where it could have easily gone into either her ass or cunt. Laura was prepared to risk punishment by objecting to any attempt to enter her ass. Laura's Demise Adrianna teased her for a moment, and then brought the vibrator back around to the front of her pussy. "Spread your legs," Adrianna ordered. Laura obeyed. She felt the pulsating get closer and closer to her clit. She closed her eyes when she knew it was about to hit it. Then it happened. "Ohhhhh!" "Shhhh. Quiet," Adrianna said. Laura moaned as her clit exploded under the stimulation being applied. Deep inside her body Laura felt tremors that were new to her. Her cunt was dripping wet and screaming for something to enter it. Adrianna moved the vibrator lower. Then she leaned over and began to lick one of Laura's tits. At the same time, Laura felt the bulbous head of the device spread her pussy lips apart and settle at the entrance to her cunt. Adrianna sucked on her nipple and bit her tit a little harder. The tip of the vibrator threatened to penetrate. Adrianna's mouth and tongue worked on her tit with greater intensity. Laura was squirming. "Do you want it to fuck you, Laura?" She knew her name. Something about that eased some of Laura's fears and she hesitated. "Do you?" Adrianna asked again. Laura could only nod. "Beg me." "Please." "Say my name, Laura." "Please, Adrianna." "Please what?" "Please fuck me." "Get on the bench," Adrianna told her. "With your head at this end." In such a position, Laura's pussy would be pointing to the audience. The bench was barely wide enough to comfortably hold an average person. It was covered in thick padding and stood at a height that Laura would soon learn was for a purpose. Once Laura was settled, Adrianna returned to her side, close to her pussy. The vibrator quickly took its place once more between Laura's legs, which were spread wide enough to almost hang off the sides of the bench. As before, Laura felt that penetration was imminent. That's when the man came up to Laura's side and took over the job of licking and sucking on her tits. Lost in the delight of his ministrations was the fact the vibrator was ready to fulfill its real purpose. Adrianna watched the head vanish. Laura screeched and was immediately warned to be quiet. Another half inch of the vibrator entered her and Laura gripped the sides of the bench. Adrianna applied more pressure and slowly but surely a full three inches was inside Laura's cunt. She stopped for a moment and then pushed again. Laura could not possibly withhold the squeals of pain and pleasure that overtook her. Adrianna seemed to ignore them, making sure the vibrator was hitting every corner of the victim's cunt. The man bit her nipples harder, a seemingly minor act to Laura considering what was taking place around her pussy. Soon, the man left her, only to return from the locker with a leather whip that he began to use on her tits. After a few light slaps, he moved down and aimed the tentacles at Laura's clit. That got her attention and new screams rang out. Laura started to wriggle back and forth, nearly falling off the bench at least twice. "We need volunteers," she heard Adrianna call out to the audience. Within seconds, a middle-aged man and woman were standing next to Laura's head, reaching for her arms. They gripped the wrists and pulled them up so that Laura was fully stretched out. She struggled without any effect. Laura felt an orgasm build. At least she could cry out without... "From this point on, Laura, you will remain completely silent. Any sound will be dealt with harshly," Adrianna told her. With those words, Adrianna and her companion began to strip. For the man, it was simple. He took off the bathrobe to reveal a raging erection. Adrianna was soon naked except for her stockings. The vibrator was left on its own inside Laura's cunt, continuing to arouse every nerve around it. It was with considerable relief that Adrianna slowly withdrew it. Laura felt empty, but far less likely to cum in the next few seconds. Then the man moved between her legs. "Your first partner tonight is Randall," Adrianna told Laura. "Do NOT cum under any circumstances." It was the word 'first' that got Laura's attention. Then the sight of his cock heading for her cunt caught her eye and she tried to imagine how she would not cum. Her arms were still being held and Laura was powerless in any attempt to avoid what was being done to her. Randall didn't waste much time. He spread Laura's legs and drove his cock into her with sudden and swift efficiency. Laura stifled as many whimpers as she could while Randall began to methodically fuck her. Adrianna moved to Laura's side and leaned over the bench so that Laura had a tit at her mouth. "You can let her go now," Adrianna told the other couple. "And please join us." Laura put her arms at her side while Adrianna lowered her tit into Laura's mouth. "Take it, Laura. Hold it in your hand." Laura complied with the order and squeezed the tit, sucking on the large nipple and stroking it with her tongue. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the two audience members taking off the last of their clothes. How many more would there be? When could she finally cum? Randall continued pounding into her, his hands gripping Laura's ass the entire time. Laura had to wrap her legs around his waist just to relieve the pressure on her leg muscles, and it only heightened the friction she was already feeling. Sucking on Adrianna's tit was actually a good distraction from the desperate need to cum. Then the man who had been holding her arm was masturbating a very hard cock on the other side of the bench. At one point, Adrianna withdrew her tit and allowed the man to force Laura to take the cock into her mouth. A minute later, Laura turned to head only to find the man's female partner presenting her tit for Laura's attention. The small orgy was interrupted a few minutes later for all to watch Randall pull out his cock and stroke it furiously. It was aimed directly at Laura's stomach. Randall's loud, guttural grunts and groans announced the inevitable. Long streams of white cum began to shoot out, landing in a wide swath from just below Laura's tits to her pussy. Then all eyes switched to the other man, who came in torrents from beside Laura, covering her tits in more cum. In the end, he moved the cock to her mouth and made her lick the last few drops from the tip. "Get up," Adrianna ordered. Laura slid her legs off the bench, uncertain how much of the sticky cum would stay on her if she stood. "Over here." Laura hesitantly walked across the stage to where Adrianna stood. There appeared to be a drain in the floor at the spot where Adrianna had her stop. Adrianna reached behind a curtain and Laura waited. Then she felt the water; a few drips at first immediately followed by a steady shower of warm water from above. "Clean up and we will continue," Adrianna told her. Laura didn't know if the shower was for her convenience or a show for the crowd, or both. Either way, she pulled her damp hair back and started to wipe any remaining cum from her tits and stomach and pussy. She expected that the simple act of wiping equated to a good show, and she didn't out of her way to exaggerate her actions. Before she was done, and without any verbal invitation, the remainder of the audience came onto the stage. There were perhaps twenty people, ranging in age from their twenties to fifties. All of them were handsome men and women in decent to good shape and, as they began to strip as a group, Laura could not find a single one that disgusted her. Adrianna did not turn off the water until everyone on the stage was naked. One of the youngest women was handed a towel and she eagerly began to dry off Laura. Considerable attention was paid to Laura's tits, pussy, and ass, apparently to the delight of the men who sprouted early stages of erections after watching. The woman finished her task by taking a lusty mouthful of Laura's tit while planting her hand on top of Laura's pussy. It reminded Laura of how badly she still needed to have an orgasm. The group stood in a semicircle around Laura, who waited for the next move. It came unexpectedly and from behind. A pair of hands were on her tits. Then a cock was pressed against her ass. "Good evening, Laura." She recognized the voice immediately. It was Malcolm. "Are you ready for the real show to begin?" he asked, massaging her tits a little rougher. Real show? Everything else had been preliminaries? Malcolm took hold of Laura's arms and lifted them at the same time that she heard a rattling of chains, or something, from above. She looked up and could only watch in despair as Malcolm inserted her wrists into the shackles. Once secured, he let go and walked around to stand in front of her. "The repayment plan starts tonight, Laura...with interest," Malcolm said. "I would be very disappointed in the position you've put yourself in with my investor friends if it wasn't for the fact you came crawling back to me on your hands and knees begging for help. And speaking of begging..." He rubbed her clit and saw the agony on her face. "When you are ready to cum, just let me know," he said. "Ask me nice and I'll consider it. But first, some more retribution for your unwise exploits." Malcolm turned to face the others on the stage. "Ladies first," he said. "Don't hold back." Like a swarm, the seven or eight ladies present surrounded Laura and assaulted every inch of her body. Hands, tongues and lips were everywhere. Two were between her legs. Three more were at her tits. A couple more were behind her exploring her ass. The more Laura twisted and struggled, the harder they held her in place and brought her closer and closer to cumming. "Oh God, stop. Please stop!" she moaned. Adrianna was between Laura's legs. She allowed the pleadings to go on, knowing that Malcolm was in control now. Laura's shackles contained enough slack to let her bend over quite a way. As a result, several of the women forced Laura to suck on their tits. Some of them masturbated while being licked by Laura and she knew at least one of them had cum during the process. Meanwhile, men had raided the locker and were using various items to flog and penetrate Laura as the ladies gave way. "No! Please," Laura cried out as an object entered her pussy. Malcolm knew it was almost time. Men began to take turns substituting their cocks for vibrators and dildos. Sometimes they entered from in front; sometimes from behind; sometimes in her cunt and sometimes in her ass. One by one they came in or on Laura. Then Malcolm was standing in front of her. Laura looked dazed. "Are you ready to cum?" "Yes," Laura said. Malcolm's hand was on her clit. Then his cock was ready to enter her and he was holding her by the ass. Without further warning, he violently thrust into her and Laura screamed out. "Tell me you want to cum, Laura." "Yes. Please let me." He fucked her harder and faster. Laura winced from pain and the need to climax. "Beg me to let you cum." "God, please Malcolm. Please let me cum now." She wasn't sure another fifteen seconds would pass before she came. "You lying, cheating bitch," Malcolm growled. "You don't deserve this. But cum for your audience. Cum hard, Laura." She yelled out from all of her pent up frustration and started to orgasm. The only sounds were her and Malcolm. The entire audience was standing a few feet away, watching in awe as Laura writhed under the shackles. A few people masturbated. The rest watched. Malcolm soon joined Laura in a long, loud orgasm. He held her tightly and slammed his cock into her faster and faster. Their bodies slapped together for another sixty seconds before it was almost over. Laura's face was flushed and ringlets of hair on her forehead showed the effects of perspiration. In the end she just hung from the chains, limp and exhausted. The final acts were a few more men stroking their cocks until cum spewed over her body in both the front and back. Malcolm's point had been made. Mess with him or his friends and there would be consequences. Might she benefit in some way? Perhaps. Might she have to pay more interest in the long run? Perhaps. It was a risk Laura had always taken.