4 comments/ 63335 views/ 22 favorites Warehouse Work Ch. 01 By: Ihaveadirtymind I'd just started working the night shift at my local department store. I'd never worked nights before and I was still in my first week, my body struggling to adjust to being awake at night. It was hardly an exciting job; I spent most of my time in the warehouse sorting out the delivery and moving boxes around and, being a job that required some physical strength, most of the time I was the only woman there. There were about seven other colleagues with me on this particular night, including my shift manager - all men, as usual. I was listening to music with my earphones in while I worked, breaking down the night's delivery onto different shelves. I didn't mind working on my own as I'd always liked the quiet and wasn't much one for conversation. As I lifted up the next box I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. I turned around and my manager raised his hands apologetically as I pulled out my earphones. "Sorry," he said, "Although I have warned you about listening to music - I need to be able to talk to you when you're working." "Oh, my fault." I apologised, wrapping up the earphones and putting my mp3 player in my pocket. "We need to have a chat." he continued, "can you follow me please?" I abandoned the delivery and followed him to his office across the other side of the warehouse, through the maze of towering shelves. The building was old and it really showed; any modern building would have a logical system of straight rows of shelving that would be easy to navigate but this place seemed to have evolved over a long period of time, with bits being added on here and there. The shelves were so high that you needed a ladder to get to the top and it made for a very dark and dingy place to work in. We reached his office and he held the door open for me to enter. He sat on the edge of his desk while I stood there feeling slightly self-conscious. I've never really felt comfortable in myself and never enjoyed being in the limelight. I'm not sure why as I'm used to people telling me I'm pretty and have had to deal with my fair share of male attention but for some reason, around other people I often felt shy and awkward. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything." he said, giving me a reassuring smile, "I just wanted to have a chat with you about something. Now, this might be a bit of a sensitive topic, but I've had a few comments from some of the men about your - er - uniform standards." I looked down at what I was wearing, puzzled. "Is there a problem with what I'm wearing?" I asked. I had on a pair of denim shorts and a snug-fitting t-shirt, and I wore converse as I wanted to be comfortable. I needed to wear clothes that I could work easily and keep cool in as it was such a physically demanding job. "Look, I don't personally have a problem with your clothes, no," he replied, "but I'm worried about the effect you're having on some of the guys." I felt my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. "I'm having an effect on them?" I asked, feeling very stupid. "Look, you must know you're a good-looking girl. Hell, if I wasn't married- well, that's not the point. What I'm trying to say is, you're distracting the other workers and I need you to come in dressed a little more appropriately next time." My embarrassment was slowly being replaced by anger at his comment but I was still too mortified to argue with him. He saw I was struggling to find a reply; "Don't worry about it tonight, but tomorrow just cover up a bit more, ok?" he finished. I crossed my arms over my chest as the self-conscious side of me took over and he stood up and opened the door. "You can get back to work now." he said, and I headed straight for the door and past him. As I walked away I glanced quickly over my shoulder and caught his eyes lingering on me from behind with a slight smile on his lips. I hurried back to where I was working while I thought about what he'd said. I'd never worried about what I'd worn before, but then I'd never worked in such a male-dominated environment either. I carried on working for the next couple of hours without being interrupted and slowly the embarrassment from earlier started to wear off. I had to move down to a different area of the warehouse now which was in the far corner, quite isolated by the shelving and I'd put my earphones back in but turned the volume down so I wouldn't get into any more trouble with the boss. I was just thinking about how it'd been a while since I'd seen anybody when one of my colleagues appeared around the corner. I wasn't in the mood for chit-chat so I nodded at him but carried on working and listening to my music. He didn't seem bothered by this and leant against the wall as if waiting for me to stop. He was an older man - I'd say in his 50s and a little overweight. His hair was dark but starting to grey and I couldn't say he was particularly attractive. He just stood there watching me. Eventually I took out my earphones and asked him if he wanted something. "What, can't spare a couple of minutes to talk to your colleague?" he retorted. I blushed; I hated confrontation. "I'm sorry," I replied, "just trying not to get into any more trouble." "You've been in trouble with the boss already?" he laughed. "What did you do?" He walked over to where I was standing and rested on the pile of boxes next to me. I certainly didn't want to explain what the manager had talked to me about. "Oh, nothing important." I replied, unable to think of a suitable excuse. "We've had girls like you working here before." he said, leaning a little closer towards me. "They always seem to get into trouble." I felt myself backing away unconsciously as he was getting a bit too close. "Hey come on," he said, "don't you like chatting to me?" "I think I should probably get back to work." I said, starting to feel nervous. "Don't worry so much." he replied, "no one's going to check up on us all the way over here." He stood up and moved towards me and I took another step back, but stepped into the shelving behind me. He kept moving forwards until he was right in front of me and I could feel his ragged breathing on my face. "I doubt they could hear us either this place is so big. Imagine what we could get up to." he breathed. That did it for me, I panicked. I tried to side-step away from him but he caught my wrist before I could move. "Are you trying to get away from me?" he asked, "That's not a very nice way to treat your colleague, is it?" He pressed his body up against mine until I was pinned between him and the shelves behind me. I felt his other hand on my bare thigh. "You can't dress like this and not expect to get a man's attention." he said in my ear, his hand running up and down my skin. He took his hand off my wrist and I tried to move but I was stuck under his weight. I opened my mouth to shout for help and he immediately struck me across the cheek. My face stung and my head spun in shock. "Don't you dare scream for help you little bitch." he snarled. "Do that again and I won't be so gentle next time." I could hardly breathe underneath him but I was absolutely helpless. I could feel the hand on my thigh working its way up underneath my shorts and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His finger found its way to my pants and I felt him stroking me over the top of the fabric, up and down. His breathing was getting faster, more desperate. He moved the thin material to the side and slipped his finger underneath so he was touching my flesh and I felt him breathe deeply in, savouring the moment where I was completely under his control. Slowly, he pushed his finger into me and at the same time he put his lips over mine, forcing me to kiss him. I felt like I couldn't breathe and he pulled back just in time but didn't let me move from underneath him. "You're mine right now, you cunt. Do you understand that?" I stayed completely still, his finger still inside me. I didn't answer and he slapped me again across the same cheek, but this time harder. Tears automatically stung my eyes. "I said you're mine, you fucking whore." he spat at me, "Do you understand?" "Yes." I managed to choke out, feeling humiliated but helpless. "That's right. Good girl." He said and then he kissed me more tenderly and I felt him take his finger out. I could feel him growing hard now and his erection was pressing into my stomach. He put both of his hands around my neck but not so tight I couldn't breathe. "I'm going to move, and you're going to take of your shorts and pants, ok?" I didn't answer straight away and I felt his hands tighten slightly in response. "Ok!" I replied quickly, and he stepped away from my body so I could reach down to my zip. My hands trembled as I undid the fastening and pulled down both my shorts and my underwear, then stepped out of them so I was completely naked from the waist down. I felt so exposed. He quickly undid the zip on his trousers with one hand and pulled out his penis, keeping all his clothes on. He pressed into me again so I couldn't move and lifted up both of my legs so I was only supported by him and the shelving. He pushed his penis into me, hard, before I could even prepare myself. He let out an animalistic groan as he pulled back and then thrust into me again, harder. It hurt but I couldn't stop him. His hands were gripping my thighs tightly and each movement banged my head against the shelf behind me. He started into a quick rhythm and I could tell this wasn't going to last long. He just wanted to get off quickly. I felt him tearing through me and it was painful, and when I bit my lip to stop from crying out it made him fuck me harder. "This is what you women are FOR." he growled in my ear and dropping one of my legs he used his free hand to push up my t-shirt and bra so both of my breasts were exposed. I felt his lips and then his teeth around on of my nipples and pain shot through me but he didn't stop. He then went to my other breast and sucked on my nipple so hard I felt the blood vessel bursting around it and when I cried out he forced his fingers into my mouth until I couldn't make another sound. Suddenly he pulled out of me and pushed me onto my knees, grabbing a handful of my hair and holding back my head. "Open your mouth." he snarled and I did as he said as I didn't have any choice. He carried on masturbating over my face while I sat there waiting for him to finish, my mouth open and ready. Without warning, he pushed his penis into my mouth and down my throat as he let out a long, drawn out groan. I gagged around him as he came inside me and I struggled to breathe. He held my head there until he was finished. His panting started to slow and his grip on my head relaxed and I pulled back, gasping for air. While I tried to get my breath back, he did up his trousers and when I looked up he'd gone. I sat there for a few minutes taking in what had happened to me, how he'd used me. Realising anyone could come around the corner, I threw my clothes back on and ran to the toilets in a mess. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were streaming and my cheek was red raw from where his hand had struck me. As I looked at my reflection I tried to gather my thoughts and think about what I was going to do next. End of part one. Warehouse Work Ch. 02 Resting my weight on the sink in front of me, I looked into the mirror at the face staring back at me. I didn't recognise myself; my eyes were streaming, leaving black mascara trails down my cheeks which were still burning red from where he had struck me. I could feel myself shaking from the shock of what had just happened and I struggled to catch my breath. I stood there for several minutes, trying to pull myself together. Once I had finally calmed down enough to trust myself to stand unaided, I turned on the tap and splashed my face with water, drying it after with a paper towel and pulled a hair band out of my pocket to tie up my now-tousled hair. Taking a few deep breaths I walked, shakily, towards the door. My instinct was just to run, get out of there and never come back. The logical side of me, however, thought it would be better to talk to my boss. It'd be safer for me to ask him for help rather than wander around outside, alone, in the middle of the night, especially in the state I was in. I approached his office and entered without knocking. He was sitting at his desk and looked up at me, slightly annoyed at being disturbed. "I thought our discussion was over." he said bluntly, not seeming to notice my distress or my dishevelled appearance. I closed the door and sat down on the opposite side of the desk. He looked at me, waiting for me to say something and I fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare. I didn't know how to find the words to describe what had just happened and couldn't meet his eyes. "Are you here for a reason or are you just going to sit there all night?" he asked, to the point. "I'm sorry." I managed to mutter in reply, and I could feel unwanted tears brimming in my eyes. I took a deep breath, attempting to fight them off. He continued glaring at me with no word of comfort. "I- something just happened. I can't- I don't know how to say it." I bit my lip but I couldn't hold it back any longer -- I burst into tears in front of him, unable to stop it. He continued watching me as I sat there in front of him, my sobbing uncontrollable and he made no move to comfort me. Eventually the tears subsided and I managed to look up at him. His eyes looked cold and uncaring. "Have you finished now?" he asked, sounding bored. I didn't know what to say in reply. "Are you going to explain what this is about?" he demanded. "I was attacked," I managed to answer, "by a member of staff." He frowned at me. That wasn't the response I was hoping for. "Would you like to expand on your accusation?" he asked with a threatening note to his voice. I took another deep breath. "A member of staff... forced himself on me." I had to look away from him. Saying it out loud made it so much more real and I had to grip onto the bottom of the chair to keep myself steady. "And?..." he asked in reply. That made me look up - I couldn't quite believe his response. "Did you hear what I said?" I asked him, confused. "Yes, of course, and I'm sure you remember what we discussed earlier. I told you the way you were dressed would have an effect on my men. If anything happened it was entirely your own fault." My mind reeled and I gripped onto the seat a little harder. He stood up and walked around the desk to where I was sitting and grabbed onto my shoulder, standing behind me. "I warned you." He whispered into my ear. "You brought this onto yourself." I tried to stand up but he kept a tight grip on my shoulder. "I would have thought a whore like you wouldn't mind anyway." He continued and I struggled uselessly against his strength; adrenaline rushed through my body and all I wanted to do was get out now. This couldn't be happening. He was my boss, I should have been able to trust him. He placed his other hand on my other shoulder so I was held down completely. I cried out and he laughed. "Why are you bothering?" he teased me. "Who's going to help you?" I struggled some more but he put his arm around my throat so I was trapped helplessly, his mouth at my ear so I could hear his breathing. He slowly licked my ear and my whole body froze up as the sensation overwhelmed me, blocking everything else out. When he stopped my body relaxed slightly. "Wow, it was almost like you liked that." He said with a smile in his voice, "but then I wouldn't expect anything else from a girl like you." I panicked again and as his arm was so close to my mouth I tried to bite him, scratch him, anything I could do but he immediately smothered my mouth and nose with his arm so I couldn't breathe at all. "You will stop that, understand?" he said in a commanding tone, squeezing a little harder. My head felt light and my ears were ringing from lack of oxygen. I tried to nod from under him and his grip lessened. He was quiet for a minute and I could hear him doing something with his other hand while still holding onto me. A few moments later he grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them behind me, in between the bars of the chair. I felt something cool and hard wrapping around them which I realised must be his belt. He pulled it so tight I felt my skin burning and there was no way I could move them from behind me or get up from the chair. When he was happy I couldn't move he walked back around the other side of his desk and turned on a monitor facing my way. There was a video player underneath it and I watched him press the "rewind" button and wait until it stopped, then press "play". I saw myself on the screen. I was stacking boxes on the shelves and I felt sick. I had no idea there was CCTV. I saw the colleague approach me. I saw us talking. And then I saw the rest... When I glanced up my boss wasn't even looking at the monitor, he was watching me with a sick smile on his mouth. When the tape finished he rewound it and played it again from the start, then walked over to where I was sitting and took up his place behind me again. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. He'd seen the whole thing. "I told you, you got yourself into this mess." He breathed into my ear. It was disconcerting being unable to see where he was or what he was doing. Without warning I felt his hand sliding down my chest and under my top so his hand was cupping my breast. At the same time I felt something hard pressing into my back and still I couldn't take my eyes away from the screen, couldn't move, couldn't scream as no one would help me. He let go and walked around the chair so he was towering over me, not quite blocking my view of the screen and grabbed my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. "I could do anything right now and you couldn't do anything to stop me, could you?" he asked with a satisfied grin. Tears prickled my eyes again and I tried to look away. "Answer me when I ask you something!" he commanded, holding my head so I couldn't move it away. What could I say? He was right. "No," I sobbed, "I couldn't stop you." "That's right." He said, taking a step closer to me and placing a hand on each knee. Slowly, he parted my legs so he could stand in between them. "Good girl." He said, softening his grip on my chin and stroking my cheek instead. "It would be so much easier for you if you didn't struggle this time." He reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and undid the zip, then pulled them all the way down to my ankles and then off each foot. He did the same with my pants so I was sitting there naked from the waist down. He stood there staring at me for a long time, my legs open wide in front of him and me not daring to move. He stood over me again but this time undid the zip on his trousers and took out his penis which was level with my face. "Open your mouth." He ordered. I hesitated. I couldn't do this again... "Please-" I protested. "Open it or I'll do it for you." Still feeling the sting on my cheek from being hit before, I did as he said. He immediately filled my mouth with his penis and I felt him hit the back of my throat, making me gag. He pulled out and did it again. "Ah, yes." He groaned, forced all the in, "That's fucking IT." He grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head in place while he slid his penis in and out of my mouth, groaning reflexively. It was hard to breathe but I kept as still as I could. I just wanted it to be over. After a while he pulled out and stopped. "You don't seem to mind this very much." He stated. I didn't say anything in reply. "I knew you were just a fucking whore." He lifted up my top and bra so both of my breasts were on display and pushed them both together. He slid his still-wet penis between them, fucking my cleavage. "Open your mouth." he commanded again, and I did as I was told. He moved up and down but this time as he slid upwards he slid his penis into my mouth. Again and again. "Stick out your tongue." He ordered, so I did. My tongue brushed the shaft of his penis as he moved in and out of my breasts. He stopped suddenly; "I want you to lick it yourself now." He said and stood there waiting for me. I didn't want to -- up until now I'd been passively letting him use my body but this was different. "Lick it, or I'll have to hurt you until you do." I knew he meant it. Reluctantly, I leaned forwards and put my mouth around his penis. I felt it pulse underneath my lips and he let out a breath in excitement. I moved my lips as far up his shaft as I could then pulled back. Using my tongue I licked the tip and then worked my way down his shaft again, getting into a rhythm. His breathing grew louder and harder and I felt him pushing back into my throat. It felt like he was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out suddenly. Roughly, he lifted both of my legs and forced himself inside me which happened easily as he was so wet from my mouth. I felt his hand underneath me and his thumb worked its way to my anus. While he was still inside me he slowly, slowly pushed his thumb into my behind. I cried out in shock and pain but that just made him push harder. Soon his whole thumb was inside me. He carried on fucking me but kept his thumb in place, moving it backwards and forwards slightly to make me squirm in pain. This seemed to be too much for him, suddenly his body tensed up and he released all the pent up energy into me and I lay helplessly open for him. He gradually came to a stop and pulled himself out of me, dripping slightly on the floor underneath us. Too much had happened for me to feel shocked or upset now; I just felt empty and cold. I sat there, still half naked, still tied to the chair waiting for him to decide what he was going to do with me next. Whatever it was, I don't think I had much say in the matter.