The Promotion

tags: MMM+/F/f, non-cons, anal, humil, insertion, noose, piss, rape, snuff, whip

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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I tried to stay still, but the edge of the desk was digging painfully on my hips as one of the sales managers fucked my ass. He had come into my cubicle a minute ago, and after sweeping all the paper from my desk he told me to lay on it. He then spat on my ass before I could say anything, and he just shoved his cock into my asshole.

Since this wasn't my first time with him, I knew what he wanted. I laid my face on the deck, and then gripped the sides, stretching my legs behind me, and giving him plenty of room to mount me from behind.

I could feel his cock, stretching me open as he fucked me, and it wasn't long before I felt my cunt getting wet. I started moaning in pleasure despite the pain from my asshole, and he responded by pulling my asscheeks apart.

Then the phone started ringing, and I twisted my head to one side as I struggled to see the caller ID. When I finally managed to see the number, I quickly picked up the phone from the floor, though with only one hand gripping the desk it was hard to stay still.

“Yes, Mr. Johnson, how can I help you?” I told the CEO of the company in between moans.

“Annabel, I want you to come by my office as soon as possible. I have something to discuss with you.” he said, his voice deep and commanding.

“Yes, sir, of course. I will be there in a minute!” I said, feeling a little nervous as he hung up the phone.

Getting called by the CEO was never a good thing, and I tried to think what he might want to say to me. Did he sound angry? Was I going to be punished? I felt a knot forming in my stomach that had nothing to do with the cock I had inside my ass.

“Ahhhh! I think it's better if we don't make the old man wait, don't you think?” he said, thrusting deeply into me one last time before he pulled out.

Despite the pain I knew what was expected of me. I quickly dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of him. I rolled my head back, and looking into his eyes I opened my mouth. He smiled and then he shoved his cock, still sticky from my own ass, inside my mouth. I could taste the musky flavor of my rectum on my tongue and then he came, filling my mouth with his cum.

I sucked lightly as he grunted above me, until finally he relaxed and I pulled back. When he looked back at me, I opened my mouth, showing him his cum as it oozed over my tongue, and then I swallowed it all, savoring the feeling of it sliding down my throat. Once I was done, I opened my mouth again and showed it to him.

“Good, slut.” he said, patting my head. After pulling up his pants, he left.

Once I was alone again I looked around at my cubicle. Everything was strewn around the floor and I knew I should pick everything quickly, but before that, I had to get to Mr. Johnson's office. I got up, grabbing the desk as my legs were still a bit weak, and then went to the full length mirror I had on one divider.

I was wearing the company's ‘uniform’ for a secretary, but it wasn't much. Stockings, a garter belt, and high heels. Feeling uncomfortable with my ass gaping open, I arranged myself as best as I could and then drank some water, trying to wash the taste of my ass and his cum from my mouth, though I knew needed something stronger.

After looking at my reflection one more time, I left the small cubicle and went straight into his office.

As I walked along the hallway I passed by an intern, crawling on the floor. She was carrying a piece of paper in between her lips, and her face was covered in fresh cum. Interns were the lowest step in the company, barely above office equipment, and as such they were not allowed to use any clothing at all, and neither could they walk. They were forced to crawl on their hands and knees all day long, though that paled in comparison against the abuse they suffered from the men in the office.

As we crossed, she looked at me with envy, and I saw that she had been crying. It somehow struck me as funny, seeing her on the floor, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her. She glared at me, her face turning a deep red and when she was past me I saw that someone had plugged her ass with a rather big anal plug. Next to it, on her asscheeks, I saw a big red hand painted on her skin.

Someone must have used her recently, I thought to myself, glad that at least those days were past me.

Though I was still below every men in the office, being a secretary had its advantages, and for a woman, there was only one step above, the manager of female resources, which was the only woman allowed to wear panties and a bra, along with a few other perks.

Then I realized I was at his office, and I froze in front of the door. Her secretary, a small redhead that always seemed to be trembling in fear, wasn't at her desk, so I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. I felt my legs trembling in anticipation, fearing whatever awaited me inside, but I knew better than to waste any more time. I knocked once on the door, and then entered the office.

His office was huge, and unlike most, his had a big window running along its length that overlooked the city. He was sitting behind his desk, reading a report when I entered, but he paid me no attention.

Looking straight ahead, I walked towards his desk and stopped a few paces before it, clasping my hands behind my back and pushing my breasts out. I stood still, waiting for him to notice me, but he ignored me.

A minute later, as my mind kept torturing me with images of what he might do to me, he pushed the report to one side and looked into my eyes.

He was a tall and slim man, with gray hair and a clean shaven face. It was hard to look into his eyes, as his face always looked angry, making him much older than his 50 years old. But it wasn't all looks. He had a reputation of being brutal and without mercy, and his personal secretary never lasted long.

“Annabel, thank you for coming.” he said to me, looking at my naked body. “I wasn't aware you were busy, otherwise I would have called at another time.”

“It's no problem, sir. I am sure the sales manager understands.” I said, still tasting his cum in my mouth.

“I am sure he does!” he said laughing and I heard a wet sound coming from under his desk.

Without taking his eyes from mine, he moved his hand to his lap, and his arm started going up and down as he guided some girl I couldn't see. By the sound of it, there was only one, but I wasn’t absolutely sure.

“Annabel, let me go straight to the point. There is a new opportunity for you, one that has its risks, but also its benefits. I think you would do well to take it. You see, we had a few� problems, with the last manager of female resources and we have decided that she wasn't fit for her position anymore.”

I felt myself relaxing just a little as he explained the situation, knowing that I wasn't going to be punished. At least not now.

“I have heard many great things about you from the managers, and as such, the board and I have decided to promote you into the position. What do you think?” he said, but I knew it wasn't really a question.

“Thank you, sir! I won't let you down!” I said, feeling elated.

As he told me what my new responsibilities would be I couldn't stop myself from wondering what those problems were, as she had been in that position for the better part of two years, a long time for this office. It must have shown in my face, because a moment later he stopped talking and asked me what was wrong.

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing it would be correct to ask, but in the end I thought that knowing her mistake was worth the risk, and I asked him why they had fired her.

“Well, Joan has always been a good employee, but for the past month there had been rumors of favoritism by her, and after a little investigation we found out that it was true. She was in a relationship with one of the interns, and she went so far as to arrange her assignments on her favor.”

I stood silent for a moment, as I had known about the rumors for a while, but never gave them any credit. For a moment I wondered if what he said was true, or if it wasn't just an excuse.

“Completely unacceptable, sir.” I said instead.

“That’s right. And as your first official action, I want you to deal with her. We need to set an example for the rest of the personnel. That kind of behavior won't be tolerated. Maybe tomorrow after I am done with her lover, you can use her as an example too.”

As he said that, he took both his hands under the desk, and a moment later I heard the girl gagging as he forced his cock deep into her throat. He closed his eyes, and started moaning in pleasure as he came, taking his time before he released her. A moment later I heard a gasp and she started coughing.

Without a word, he pushed himself away from the desk and he stood, before pulling his pants back up. I had never been fucked by him before, but as I watched his softening cock I had a feeling that was going to change from now on.

“I won't let you down, sir. I will get on it right now.” I told him.

“I know you won't.” he said as he dragged the terrified girl from under the desk.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with panic, but I turned around and left them alone. I had other things to take care.

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When I first arrived at the office, I was only 16 years old and as an intern I knew was at the bottom of the office. Back then, there was a ‘welcoming party’ every Friday for the new interns, thought like most I had started working on a Tuesday.

It was humiliating to be forced to crawled everywhere, but the worst was being naked all the time. It made me feel vulnerable, and afraid, something I had always hated. And of course the men knew that, and they took every opportunity to abuse us, from simply fucking us or forcing us to blow them at any time, to making us carry their coffee on our backs as we crawled. It was obviously impossible, and most girls had burn marks on their backs from the hot coffee.

Still, despite the abuse I suffered that first week, I knew that the worst would be on Friday, just after the day ended. New interns were the favorite prey then, and I knew I was going to be gang raped, no matter what. The thought filled me with dread, but I also saw an opportunity.

When the day was over, everybody went to the middle of the office. The men formed a semicircle around us as the new interns kneeled on the floor, awaiting our fate. Like the rest of the girls, I was terrified, but I had planned for this, and I knew what to do.

As the men screamed at us how they would fuck us, I smiled and then crawled to one of the desks. I had left a leather whip inside it, earlier in the day, and after picking it up with my mouth I crawled back towards the men, who were looking at me speechless.

Wincing from the pain in my asshole, still sore from being fucked not an hour ago, I picked one of the men at random, and then I moved towards him, swinging my ass from side to side like a bitch in heat. When I got to him, I stretched my head toward his hand and he took the whip from my mouth.

Smiling at him, I crawled to a small spot on the carpet and then I rose to my feet. Stretching my arms above my head, I grabbed the rope that was hanging from the ceiling, and with a lustful smile, I looked that him again.

“I think you should tie me up before you start!” I said to him.

The men around him started calling me names as they cheered on him, and wasting no time, he unbuckled his belt and used it to tie my hands above my head. The other interns were stunned at my behavior, but the men were going nuts.

Once I was bound, he grabbed the whip again and looked into my eyes.

“Ohhhh, I like you attitude, slut!” he said as he dropped one end of the whip to the floor.

For a moment fear overwhelmed me and I almost panicked, thinking this was all a mistake, but I was too far into it to back out.

Without caring what I felt, I saw him stretching his arm back as he aimed at me and then the whip cut through the air, much faster than what I expected. The tip landed on my stomach, sending a bright flash of pain down my body. I screamed in agony and then collapsed, hanging from my arms.

A moment later I managed to drag my feet under me. I lifted my head up and looked into his eyes, forcing a smile on my lips.

“I liked that. Can I have some more?” I said as I trembled in fear.

Without another word he struck me again, and like before I screamed in pain, but this time I managed to remain standing. Tears ran down my face as I looked into his eyes, but he didn't need any more encouragement. He started whipping me, one blow after the other, landing on my stomach, my breasts, my back and my ass.

By the time he got to the 20th blow I was delirious with pain, but it wasn't over. I saw him walking towards me, the whip still in his hand.

“Do you still like it, slut?” he asked me, pulling my head up by my hair.

Around us everybody was silent, waiting for me.

“Yesss!” I said.

My body felt on fire and every inch of it was covered in sweat as I struggled to remain standing. Then the room exploded in cheers and the rest of the men rushed every women in the room, dragging them to the floor like a pack of wolves. Two to each woman, they started raping them. No hole was left untouched, and soon everyone of them was screaming in pain as they were raped.

In front of me, a tall blond girl with wide hips was being held down by three men, two pulling from her legs and one from her arms, as a fourth fucked her ass raw. She wailed in agony, thrashing violently under him but they were stronger than her.

Then I felt the whip landing on my body again, warping itself around my thigh and striking behind me. I screamed in agony as it landed over a previous blow, and I felt my skin splitting open. Sobbing, I closed my eyes as I tried to endure the agony I felt, but it was harder and harder with each blow.

He kept working the whip over my body a few more times, and then I felt him releasing my hands. I fell to my knees, completely exhausted, unable to even lift my head, but I saw his naked feet in front of me.

When I managed to look up I saw that he had undressed at some point, and his cock was hard in front of him. Knowing what he wanted, I grabbed it and started blowing him. His cock tasted of piss in my mouth, but I knew better than to complain. Instead I took him deeply into my throat, gagging on him as he pulled from my hair.

“Ohhh, you are going to get very far in here, little slut!” he said, grinning, as he pulled the back of my head towards him.

I started gagging, but I held in place, resisting the urge to pull out until he released me. With an explosion of saliva his cock left my mouth and I gasped for air, feeling just a little proud of myself.

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When I left Mr. Johnson's office, I saw that his secretary was in. As always she looked at me with fear and I made a mental note to address that problem later on, as it was my responsibility now and I didn't want any trouble because of her.

“Do you know where Joan is?” I asked her.

When she stopped mumbling in fear, she told me she was in the supply room, and without thanking her I turned around and went towards it.

I felt like a completely different person now that I had been promoted, not only because now only the board members and the CEO could touch me, but because for the first time I had power, if only against the rest of the women in the office.

As I walked, I watched a couple of them, working or being fucked, and I couldn't wait until the end of the day when I would gather them all together. Telling them I was in charge would be the sweetest thing. But first thing first.

When I arrived at the supply room the door was closed, but unlocked, so I went in, turning on the lights. Joan was locked inside, naked, with her arms cuffed behind her back to a shelf and a penis gag shoved into her mouth. Whoever striped her had not been very gentle, and I imagined he simply pulled from her bra and her panties until they broke. I could still see the mark on her skin where they had pulled, and the tattered remains were laying on the floor next to her.

She looked terrified as I entered, and I smiled, knowing I had to play a little with her before I took her out.

I closed the door, and then kneeled next to her, caressing her face. Then I unclasped the penis gag, pulling it out of her mouth. Unlike most models, this one was very long, and I knew from experience that it reached just into her throat. It would make her gag constantly, but still allowing her to breathe, though it wasn't easy.

She retched a little when it came out, wet with her saliva, but I waited patiently for her to recover.

“Ohhh, thank god! You have to help me! Please!” she said to me as I tried very hard not to grin. “They are going to kill me, I know they will! Please, just let me go!”

“I don't think so, Joan!” I said laughing.

She looked at me for a moment, not believing what I had said, and when she opened her mouth again I shoved the gag into her once more, silencing despite her protests. I locked the gag around her head once more and then I stood up.

“Those cuffs won’t do.” I said to myself as I looked around, but I already had this planned.

Grabbing a roll of clear packing tape from a shelf, I wrapped it around her arms, pulling them together until her elbows were touching. When the roll was empty, I picked up another, wrapping her arms in even more tape, making a makeshift armbinder. The pressure forced her shoulders back and her chest forward, and I knew from experience that it was far from comfortable.

Grabbing a third roll, I wound more tape under her breasts and then over them, pressing them together, tighter and tighter with each turn, until they started turning a deep shade of red. Joan started moaning in pain as she tried to escape, but it was useless by that point.

When I was done, her arms were completely locked and her breasts were tightly bound in tape, pulling her skin taut as blood pooled in them. She squirmed in pain as I admired my work. They were almost two sizes bigger now, and we both knew that the pain would only get worse from now on. Satisfied, I ran my fingers over them, feeling her warm skin, and then pulled her nipples until she started crying from the pain.

“Arrghhhh!” she screamed into the gag when I twisted one of her nipples hard until it turned white.

Then I got up and went to search for a copy of the keys in my desk. Once I had removed the handcuffs, I pulled her up and dragged her out of the room despite her protests. As we walked past the cubicles people started noticing us, and they soon dropped whatever they were doing, knowing that something was about to happen.

Two men were fucking an intern on the floor, one her cunt and the other doing her ass. I felt my own asshole, still sore, tingling as I watched her squirming between them.

When we got to the center of the office, I made her stop. The cubicles were arranged in a big grid, with the offices at the edges and a big open space, kind of like a city square, dead in the center of it all. It would be the perfect place for what I had planned.

I left Joan standing on the center, and went into an empty cubicle. From under the desk, I unplugged the computer and pulled out the power cord, looping it in one hand, and then I dragged the chair to the center, right next to her. By then most of the employees were already there, forming a circle around us.

I stepped on to the chair and then looked around, noticing with satisfaction as all the men looked at me with eagerness, while the women looked around them, terrified at what they knew was going to happen.

“Can I have you attention, please?” I said loudly, and the noise went down until I could talk normally.

“By now I am sure everybody knows what has happened, and let me state the obvious. Things like this won't be tolerated here, and when, not if, but when, you get caught, you will pay the consequences.”

As I spoke, I was making a simple knot with the cable, timing it just right for it to be done when I finished. With the noose ready, I showed it around and the men started cheering while Joan started crying next to me as she realized her fate.

Passing the free end of the cable on a loop on the ceiling, I jumped of the chair and then pushed her up. She resisted at first, but after threatening to bite off one of her nipples she finally moved, climbing on to the chair as she trembled in fear.

The noose ended up being the perfect height, and she had to stand on her toes as I slipped the cable over her neck. Once it was closed, I moved it to her left side, right behind her ear, and then I took a step back.

Joan looked terrified, as she knew what was going to happen and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. Tears streamed down her face as she trembled, while all around her the men kept cheering. Her eyes looked at them, pleading for mercy, but she found none in them.

“Should I do it?” I asked them, putting one foot on the chair.

The noise was deafening as every single one of them started screaming. I smiled, pushing the chair just a little until she started moaning in fear. Then the crowd opened up and Mr. Johnson came in. He had the girl from his office next to him and she looked even more terrified than Joan, as she saw her on the chair.

“Noooooo! Please!” she wailed, falling on her knees as she started crying.

I looked once more at Joan, who was looking at the girl, and then without warning I kicked the chair from under her.

She fell a few inches and the noose closed tightly over her throat, crushing it viciously. Her body jerked to a stop, and then she started kicking in the air as she desperately looked for something to stand on. A moment later, something cracked on her neck, the cable pushed her tongue up and she started making a dry gurgling noise.

As she died slowly, I� walked towards Mr. Johnson.

“Can I borrow her for a while, sir?” I asked him pointing at the girl on the floor.

She was looking at her lover, crying desperately. I pulled her up by one arm after he nodded, and then dragged her towards Joan, who by that time was starting to slow down as her body ran out of air. Her face was already a deep red, just like her breasts, and drool was running out of the penis gag and down her chest.

“Look at her!” I said to her. “This is your fault!”

“Noooo, it isn't! Please, let her go! She hasn't done anything wrong!” she pleaded back at me.

“I think someone need to keep this slut entertained!” I screamed into the crowd, as three men dragged her to the floor.

She started kicking and screaming, suddenly more worried about herself, but it made little difference to the men. They forced her down into the floor, pulling her legs open as one started fucking her ass. She started wailing in agony as he forced his way into her dry asshole with a smile in his face, while another grabbed her by her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.

“Keep her in one piece until tomorrow!” I said after them.

By then Joan’s face was turning a deep blue color as tears ran down her face. Her movements were getting slower and slower as she lost the will to live. Around her the men cheered and screamed at her. Then I saw something trickling down her thighs, and I realized that she had peed herself. Urine feel between her legs, soaking up the carpet below her.

As I watched her, I suddenly saw myself in her place, hanging by my neck, naked, as everybody around me cheered for me to die. Nothing stopped them from putting me up there in a month, or even tomorrow. The realization filled me with dread and suddenly I wanted to run away as far as I could. But of course I couldn't, if I missed work and they caught me this would pale in comparison to my punishment.

I don't know how long I stood there, looking blankly at her, but at some point I realized Mr. Johnson was standing next to me. I was suddenly very afraid, like on my first day at work and as he smiled at me, I knew he was thinking the same as I had. Someday it would be my turn.

“Do you want some help with that, sir?” I asked him, pointing at his bulging pants.

Without waiting for an answer I dropped to my knees and took his cock out. He was already hard, and I swallowed it with ease. I felt his hands on my head and then he started fucking my mouth. As he used me, I twisted my head slightly, as I didn't want to miss a moment of the show.

I felt my cunt getting even wetter as I watched her body spasming in agony as her heart beated for the last time. Her eyes, closed slowly and she stopped kicking. Then she stood still for a moment and with one final jerk on the rope, she was dead.

Above me I hear him grunting and I knew he was close. Without wasting any time I grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me, pushing his cock deep into my throat until I was gagging. He came almost instantly, shooting his cum down my throat and digging his fingers in my scalp.

After he came he stood still, his cock still inside me as I tried to hold my breath. He looked down into my eyes, smiling as he held me down. Tears ran down my face from the effort and my lungs were burning, until finally he released me. But instead of pulling back desperately, I stood still, looking at him, and very slowly I moved back, gagging as his cock left my throat. I almost started coughing as it passed by the back of my mouth, but I barely managed not to.

When it was out, I breathed once, and then I smiled at him as he patted my head like a dog.

“Well done, Annabel. I knew I could thrust in you!” he said as he leaned into one of the desks.

“Thank you, sir!” I managed after a moment, my voice dry and raspy.

My throat felt sore and sticky as his cum slid down it, but I looked to my side to where Joan’s body hung, and I promised myself that I wouldn't end like her.

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A MONTH LATER

I rubbed my eyes, tired from staring at the screen but it was finally done. The new rules for the office were done, and sent to every employee. And just in time, too, I thought as I checked the clock on the wall. I had gotten early into the office to finish it up before everybody arrived, and now it was time for the race.

One for the first things I had mandated was a race every Monday, to pick a woman who would serve as an urinal for the entire week. It was met with overwhelming approval by the men, and outright terror by the women, especially during the second competition. The first woman was by that time a complete wreck, and upon seeing what awaited them if they lost, most forgot any fellowship they might had with each other.

Smiling at what I knew awaited me, I laid back on my chair and relaxed. One of the new interns was kneeling between my legs, under the desk. Her face buried in my cunt as her tongue moved deeply inside me. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her down on me, and she started sucking my clitoris.

“Ouuhhhh!” I screamed when she accidently bit my clit. “Watch out, stupid, or I will bust your teeth in!”

The girl nodded without taking her face from my cunt and from then on she did perform a lot better. Funny how a little fear can bring the best out of us, I thought. Still, I was too far away from an orgasm and it wouldn't do to arrive too late.

“Enough. You need more practice if you want me to keep you around.” I said, pushing the terrified girl away. “Go to the bathroom, I will be there in a minute.”

She nodded once, and then she crawled out of my office, her face still wet with my juices.

Satisfied, I walked to the full length mirror next to the door, and arranged my uniform. As the manager of female resources I was allowed to wear underwear, but since my predecessor left in a rather painful way, I decided to change things a bit.

Besides the garter belt, thigh high stocking and high heels I wore open crotch panties and a cup less bra. They let everybody view, and access, my body, while at the same time it made it clear that I wasn't a mere secretary. So far it had worked great.

Once I was ready I left my office and went to the bathroom. There was only one in the office, and everybody used it regardless of sex. Of course it was very dangerous for a woman to go there, but they had little choice in the matter, unless they wanted to wait until they left.

Inside men and women were pressed against the walls, watching at the two competitors. A small petite blond and an older brunette, with big breasts. Both were on their hands and knees blowing two men who were walking slowly backwards. The first to lose the cock in their mouth lost the game, and by the look of the two girls this was the last round. The loser was in for a rough week.

The brunette looked terrified as the men she was blowing kept moving back faster and faster, threatening to pull out of her mouth at any time, but she pushed herself hard, and managed to keep up.

The blond, however, was in deep trouble. She was way too short for her man, and she had trouble holding her head up high enough. I could see her neck, straining as she craned her head up, and it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. Then the man with her looked at me, and instead of going back, he stopped and trusted his hips forward, burying his cock into the unsuspecting girl throat. It proved too much for her. She gagged, and started coughing, losing his cock and the game.

She collapsed on the floor, shocked, as she tried to recover her breath, while the brunette fell on her knees, crying hysterically as she realized that she was saved, at least for the week.

Around them the men started cheering as they imagined the little blond girl, bound for a week for their pleasure. Two of them grabbed her from the floor, forcing her onto her knees and they pulled her arms to the sides.

“No� nooooo, please! I beg you, don't do it! Pleaseee!” she begged as they forced her down.

Then the crowed opened, revealing the girl from last week. She was tied between two urinals, her arms to her sides and a think posture collar holding her head back while a ring gag forced her mouth open. Her eyes looked vacantly at the ceiling, and she was completely drenched in piss. I could even smell her from where I was, almost 15 feet away.

Another man undid the collar and the ring gag, touching them gingerly as they were soaked in urine, but he was laughing as he did it. Then he untied her and she fell to the floor, completely unresponsive.

The blonde was wailing in terror by then, as the man locked the wet posture collar and the ring gag on her mouth. She gagged as she tasted the urine on her tongue, though I was sure she would get used to it eventually. Once it was done, they dragged her to the urinals and she was tied between two of them. Small as she was, her arms were stretched between the pipes, until she was unable to move.

Even so, when they were done she started pulling from the ropes as she screamed, desperate for an escape that she knew would not come. The men started moving towards her, forming a line as they waited to inaugurate the new urinal, but I had other plans.

“Everybody, please. I have an announcement to make!” I said, stepping into the middle of the room.

The men grinned all around me, as they had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen, but the women were deadly quiet as they watched me. I could see a few praying silently, and even one that had peed herself though she was trying to move away from the pool of piss under her feet as I watched.

“Mr. Johnson has requested we expand the program.” I said, pointing at the terrified girl between the urinals.

“That means that we now have to select two girls every week, and since the opportunity arose, I decided to add a second competition, just to make it more interesting.”

The girls stood frozen in fear as I looked at each of them in the eyes. I wondered what they were thinking, now that their chances of being picked had doubled, but that wasn't my problem. I looked at two of the men, and they left the bathroom.

When they returned a moment later they were carrying a couple of wooden benches, 10 feet long. They laid them side by side in the middle of the bathroom, and then they went back against the wall, grinning, as the girls looked at them.

All along the seat of each bench there was a line of steel dildos, progressively wider and wider, going from 1 cm to a full 8 cm. The biggest was also as long as my arm, and they all knew what they were meant for.

“Oh, god, no!” whispered one of the interns, making me smile.

“The game is simple. Each Monday we will choose two girls, though the criteria will change over time. The girls will race against each other, pushing the dildos up their assholes until they are sitting on the bench, and only then they can move to the next one.”

I let that sit for a moment, as they looked in disbelief at the last one. The dildos were lubed, but it would make little difference with the widest ones, and they knew it.

“The loser will accompany the other girl along the urinals.” I said, caressing one of the dildos.

A few of the men chuckled behind me, and for a moment I shivered in fear, thought I didn't let myself to show it. Despite my position, I wasn't truly safe.

“This week the men will choose the two competitors.” I said, looking at the men. “When you are ready!”

Like one, the men rushed two of the interns, one a 17 years old girl that I knew gave lousy blowjobs and the other a 15 years old redhead on her first day. I thought she was named Carol, but interns came and went so fast that it was sometimes impossible for me to keep track. Both looked terrified as they were dragged to the benches, but they didn't resist, knowing it would only make it worse.

“Please, I can't do it!” said the Maggie, the 17 years old girl.

“Then you better learn fast!” I said to her as I pointed at the first dildo.

Carol just looked at the bench between her legs, her face was a blank mask, thought she was crying. After telling them to get ready, Maggie lowered herself over the thinnest dildo, wincing as the cold metal touched her asshole, but Carol stood still.

Without waiting for her, I told them to start and Maggie took the lead. She lowered herself onto the dildo, sliding it inside her asshole. It moved in easily enough, though she still cried in pain as the tip stretched her for the first time. After only a few moments, she was sitting on the bench, trembling in pain, but it was enough. She looked at me and I nodded encouragingly.

She rose, slowly, as the moaned in pain. When she was done, she moved to the second one.

When she saw her advancing, Carol finally reacted. She started mumbling something I couldn't understand and with her eyes closed she pushed herself against the first dildo. Like Maggie before her, she had trouble getting it started, but Carol was a little younger, and probably less experienced. She was wailing in pain by the time she managed to sit on the bench, and by that time Maggie had advanced one more step.

Desperate, she pulled out and moved to the second, trying to catch up to the older girl, but it was a losing battle. With every minute Carol lagged further back, and she was getting slower. By the time Maggie was over with the fourth dildo, Carol was just starting the third. She was trembling from the pain and her skin was covered in sweat as she tried to resist the pain.

Around them the men cheered them on, while others were betting on one or the other as the girls tore their assholes apart.

But maybe not everything was lost, as Maggie had to stop for a moment after finishing the sixth. She touched her asshole gingerly, and her hand came out bright red. She looked at me, suddenly paralyzed with fear but I simply pointed at our last urinal, who was still laying unresponsive on the floor.

With a shudder Maggie moved forwards again, over the seventh dildo. It looked impossibly wide against her small body, but she sat on the tip and started pushing, ever so slowly as she clenched her jaw shut. All her muscles strained from the pain as she slowly pushed the huge dildo inside her.

The pain must have been excruciating, but with Carol somehow catching up to her, she grabbed the bench with both hands and pulled herself down. The dildo moved slowly inside until she finally managed to sit on the bench.

By then she was trembling, her breathing fast and swallow. I could see the tip of the dildo pushing her stomach out from the inside, just over her belly button, but next to her Carol gasped in agony.

She was sitting on the sixth dildo, her ass on the bench and a pool of blood forming under her ass. Her mouth was moving slowly, like a fish out of the water as she stood paralyzed in fear, and I guessed that it had been too much for her and her asshole had suddenly collapsed.

Everybody looked at her expectantly as she finally rose, but it was over for her. A red flood of blood flowed out of her destroyed asshole, which stood gaping open between her legs. She screamed once and then toppled to one side, landing on the floor as she clutched her hands over it, trying to stop the bleeding.

Next to her, Maggie pulled up from the seventh dildo, relieved that she had escaped. She fell on her knees, crying hysterically as she watched at the bleeding girl next to her.

“Ohhhhh! I guess we have a looser!” I said rolling her over with one foot.

I picked two men and told them to take her to the hospital, as it wouldn't make much sense to tie her up now. Without treatment she would be dead before the end of the day, and where was the fun in that?

When they dragged her out, the party was over. The men formed a file in front of our new urinal, and the girls left the bathroom, terrified as they contemplated their future. I went towards Carol, who was still kneeling on the floor, clutching her abused asshole.

“I will be waiting for you on my office.” I said to her softly, as I caressed her hair.

“Yes, mistress” she said, looking at my with terror in her eyes.

When I rose again, the first man had finished peeing. Our urinal was already soaking wet, piss overflowing her open mouth and running down her breasts and into the grill on the floor. Then the next man moved forward, and after taking out his cock he aimed into her open mouth. She started pleading at him despite the gag, but he spat on her face and then started peeing on her eyes as she screamed.

She had a long week ahead of her, I thought to myself. But at least tomorrow she would have some company.

 

 

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