The Seminar

I was in a seminar, a smallish room, no windows, chairs arranged in rows with the silly little fold-out table things attached. There was a row of tables down one side, covered with piles of stuff I couldn't quite see. Colored things, brightly colored. Overhead a projector hummed away to itself, ignorant of the tedious shite in the presentation it threw casually against the big screen above the slightly-raised stage at the end of the room. To one side of this "stage" was a lectern, emblazoned with the company logo, and standing at the lectern, belaboring us all with her pearls of corporate wisdom, was Janet.

Janet, the stuck-up, frigid, ball-breaking forty-something from the office. Janet, the slim, attractive, curvy-where-it-counts brunette with the heart of flint, the virginal ice-maiden who wears her contempt for the male of the species like some fucking badge of sisterhood. Janet, all low hemlines and high necks, her tailored pinstripes elegant, unfussy and crushingly business-like. Janet: hot, but oh so fucking cold.

I watched her as she talked us carefully, painstakingly through her presentation, peering at us over the top of her spectacles as if we were poor, simple creatures to be pitied. Her hair was wound up tightly in a neat bun, her face had the very faintest hint of makeup. She'd be damn pretty for her age, Janet would, but for the permanent severity of her expression, the no-nonsense disapproval and stay-away-boys disdain that radiates off her in waves.

There were ten, twelve guys listening to her, watching her. It was hard to be sure - they wavered some, like shadows at the edges of my vision. Some were solid, though - I saw the Boss, and my mate Mikey, and spotty Kevin the teenage intern. We were all staring at Janet as she droned on. What was it that she's telling us, in that prim, clipped voice of hers? No idea; couldn't really tell, just watched her thin lips opening and closing. I was doodling on the corporate pad on my little fold-out table. I glanced down: a rank of pneumatically-enhanced Janets, all naked but for neat spectacles, surrounded by a nimbus of bubble-words expressing my thoughts at that particular moment: bitch, cunt, slut; frigid, cold, fuck, cock.

"Bitch!"

No sooner had I read the word on my doodle pad than a voice called out from near the front. It sounded like the Boss. Janet kept talking.

"Cunt!"

Another voice, behind me. Mikey.

"Whore!" That was me. Janet halted, maybe hearing us for the first time. Suddenly several voices were raised at once.

"Frigid cunt!" "Yeah, fucking bitch!" "Stuck-up cunt!" "Needs a good dicking!" "Needs a fucking slap if you ask me!"

The sound of silly folding tables being snapped aside, chairs pushing back. The guys were standing one by one; I was on my feet. I felt myself grinning. Janet seemed frozen on her podium, her eyes wide, her mouth open in frank astonishment.

"A good slapping and a good fucking!" That was the Boss's voice, loud and clear. "Get the cunt!"

Janet opened her mouth to speak, but all that emerged was a strangled squawk of horror, horror and disbelief. Laughing now, the guys converged on her, grabbing at legs and arms. Mikey and I had her left arm, hauling it behind her back to meet with her right. She twisted her head towards me as I grappled her, a look of fear stretching her features wide. The flash of alarm in her eyes made my dick stiffen. "What do you...?" she managed, before a gasp snatched her words away. One of the guys wrapped duct tape rapidly around her wrists, her Armani pin-stripe cuffs making the perfect lining for her binding. I glanced down; her ankles were already taped to the base of the lectern.

"You filthy animals!" she yelled, her voice hoarse with fear. There was another chorus of laughter. She sucked in breath, ready to scream, but a flat blow across her face knocked it out of her. Her eyes widened as she stared at the Boss, the imprint of his palm slowly forming in red on her cheek. "Shut it, bitch," he said conversationally. He turned to me. "You got the gag?"

"Right here, boss," I replied, grinning hugely. "Just for Janet!" We both laughed.

"Go for it, dude," he said, then called across the room, "hey Bob! You got the knives?"

I felt Janet go still as I approached her, her mind locking onto the word "knives". She was stunned now, too stunned to react as I slipped the ring-gag into place, too stunned to react until it was too late. She gave a strangled squawk as I strapped it into place, but there was no escaping now. I pushed my hand into her hair, disturbing her tight spinster bun and jerking her face around towards me. I winked. "There we go, Janet, nice and easy. Don't want any accidents with those teeth of yours do we? There's a lot we want to put in your mouth today. Hope you're not too dry after all that talking!"

I reached into her mouth and tickled her tongue with a finger. It squirmed delightfully under my touch, but the ring-gag kept her jaws wide. I guess it was a shame we couldn't risk those prim, lovely lips, but her tongue and throat would still provide us with the entertainment we sought.

Gripping her hair hard I leaned down and kissed her hot, red cheek. I licked her slowly, trailing my tongue across her left eye, then gave her another wink. "Here's Bob with the knives, Janet. Stay still now!"

We had her tied down to the lectern now, bent over at ninety degrees, legs secured, arms bound. Her face was terrified, her eyes glued to the two hunting knives carried by Bob. Shards of light dashed from the blades, glittering fragments scattering across the seminar room floor. I noticed, without curiosity, that the floor was stone, now, dark, worn flagstones, with only the dais carpeted. Janet's whole body quivered. Bob handed one of the knives to another guy and they stepped to either side of her. Janet's head thrashed desperately, trying to keep both in vision at once. She moaned something primitive deep in her throat; her body spasmed and suddenly there was a wet hissing sound.

"Ha-haa! Look, she's pissed herself, the silly bitch!" shouted one of the guys, hauling her skirt up to her waist to reveal the dripping wetness in her panty-hose. Beads and runnels of glittering pee shimmered in the overhead lights as Janet quivered in her bonds.

"Janet!" exclaimed the Boss. "You didn't think we were gonna hurt you, did you? Silly cunt! We wouldn't do that! Well, nothing *lasting* anyway!" He laughed. "No, how else are we gonna get your clothes off now you're all trussed up?"

At that, Bob and his partner got to work, slitting Janet's sleeves above the duct-tape cuffs, peeling her Armani off her like rind off an orange. As they did, grinning like wolves, another couple of the guys added cords to her wrists, lashing them tighter, looping them too around her elbows, and binding the end to the root of her unraveling bun. Beautifully trussed, she was, as Bob finally slit her bra up the front to reveal her lovely, pale tits, softly round but still perky despite her age.

Her nipples were erect, hard as little pebbles. Bob pointed this out with a hooting laugh. "Hey guys, she's got hard little nips! You reckon she actually likes all our attention?"

"I bet she does, the dirty fucking whore!" laughed someone else.

"Yeah, she's always been secretly gagging for it," grinned the Boss. He was swishing a long, thin cane through the air just in front of her as he spoke. Janet's eyes, bugging out of her head, followed it. "Hey Bob," he continued, "just take her skirt off - leave her pantyhose for now." He tossed the cane to me; I caught it neatly. "You reckon she needs a bit of a spanking for wetting the carpet?" the Boss asked. I chuckled, swishing the cane in reply. "I reckon so, boss, I reckon so."

"Get to it, then," smiled the Boss, and, "you got that webcam running yet, Uri?"

"Yep, here we go," replied Uri the techno-geek, and as I took a stance on Janet's left a magnified image of her terrified face sprang into focus on the projector screen above the dais. "Ha-hah, nice one, Uri!"

There were a couple of damp patches on the dais carpet around Janet's feet. I tutted loudly. "Naughty naughty, Janet, wetting yourself like that. At your age, too." My cock was throbbing powerfully in my pants, feeling hugely swollen and wet at the tip. Janet twisted her head, pulling her arms higher by the cords bound to her hair. She gurgled behind her ring-gag, eyes wild, desperately trying to distract me. Instead I nodded my head to her front. "Look at that, Janet. You really got the guys going now, you sexy little teaser!" Her head snapped forward and a yelp escaped her as she sees the bunch of naked guys in front of her, cocks rigid, pointing straight at her. I had the impression she was more scared of the cocks than she was of the cane.

Let's see!

I swished the cane. It landed with a satisfyingly wet sound on her ass. She jumped, as much as she could in her bonds, and moaned loudly. Her head swiveled again and I grinned at her as I swung once more. A second wet slap across her buttocks and her tongue jerked hard in her open mouth. Right then a hand dragged her face back and as I thrashed her a third time I watched the screen as Mikey held Janet's head nice and steady and the Boss slid his stiff, red cock slowly into the ring wedged between her teeth.

Janet shivered all over, straining in her bonds. I caned her again, another wet stroke at the base of her buttocks, and all the guys paused to watch the screen. Frigid Janet, the ball-breaking bitch of the office, took the Boss's cock inch by steady inch into her rigid mouth. Must have been the first cock ever to make its way between those prim lips. The Boss grinned and wriggled a little and we all watched her retch as he reached the back of her throat.

"How's it feel, boss?" asked someone. The Boss chuckled. "Mmm, sweet, boys. She's got an active little tongue and a tight throat. Mmm. Let's see..."

He pushed deeper. Janet gave a twitch and a wet burping noise as she gagged on his implacable cock. She tried to jerk her head back but there was nowhere to go. I laughed and caned her ass again, hard, a vicious stroke that made my cock twitch and pulse more slimy beads of precum into my pants. I lashed her one last time, then tossed the cane to another hand so I could get naked for my darling Janet.

I seemed to circle the dais, watching the Boss pull out, thick ropey strings of mucus trailing from Janet's wide-wedged mouth, long, slimy drips falling slowly from her chin to the carpet. She took another dozen strokes of the cane on her wet panties as I watched, another stiff prick in her face and then I was standing in front of her.

Her face was a strange mix of glazed terror and wild exertion. Tears streaked her cheeks, blotting the tiny amount of mascara she allows herself "just to look presentable". A strand of hair, escaped from her ruins of her bun and the lashings of the cording, was stuck across her right cheek, pasted there by the slime on her face. "Ah Janet, if only you'd shown us a little more simple female attention," I mused, reaching out to take hold of her face. She jerked her head, clearly a reflex.

I slapped her, my left hand making good, hard contact with her right cheek. It stunned her, and made my cock quiver in anticipation. I grabbed her head and poised my prick at the entrance to the ring-gag. Someone was holding the cam up close and grinning at me. "Fill her up, man, fill her up. She loves it!" We laughed, and I pushed forward hard, jerking my hips so my cock at once thrust deep into her accommodating throat.

There was a gurgle and a retch and a wash of hot, wet liquid across my balls as I buried my cock in Janet's slutty mouth. Damn it felt good! Her tongue spasmed around me and her throat was tight at the back as she took me in and down. Her gullet shivered and jerked as I fucked it; she gagged again, dry this time, and I pulled her hair tight at her temples as I thrust into her face again and again.

After years of cold-ass bitchery from this frigid robot it felt real good to plow her slut-mouth like it deserved.

There was a queue behind me now. I gave her one last thrust and pulled out, my cock dripping slime, Janet's face a mottled red and white. I wiped my red-rigid cock across her cheek, leaving a snail-trail of goo, then walked around to the other end to see what was what.

Her pantyhose and wet, white panties were stretched to breaking point between her knees. Her toned, neatly-rounded ass gleamed damply in the strip lights, a criss-cross of red and white and mottled purple where the bruising from the cane was nicely defined. It was hard to tell whether she was feeling the stings, given the relentless thrust of cock in her mouth.

Somehow I was expecting her to be hairy, but she wasn't - a pleasant surprise. A light dusting of hair around her neat pussy lips, and a smooth pale brown asshole. It looked tight; they both looked tight, tight and neat and prim and un-penetrated. Not for long!

The Boss was there, directing the next phase. Kevin the teenage intern, pale and skinny with a remarkably long cock quivering between his legs, was kneeling by her right leg, holding a big, long wand vibrator. It was buzzing, throbbing in his hands. Next to him stood Cole with a large, pink butt plug, poised above Janet's ready ass. At a nod from the Boss he squirted a glob of lube from a small tube into her butt-crack, then lowered the soft pink tip to touch her tightly shut asshole.

She flinched. We saw her whole body twitch in its bonds at the alien touch on her anus. Her voice rose, gurgling and spluttering in panic around the fat cock in her mouth as the idea of being anally penetrated becomes hideously real. At the same time Kevin let the buzzing vibe drift slowly down her buttock and in between her thighs.

"Well now," said the Boss casually, "which of you gentlemen would like to see the ice-maiden Janet cumming like a fucking whore with a cock in her mouth and a plug up her tight-ass butt? One, two... - yep, that's everyone. OK, hun!" He slapped Janet on her bruised and welted ass. "Buzz her till she screams, boys!"

Kevin sniggered and nestled the buzzing wand almost lovingly up between Janet's trembling white thighs, pressing it close against her pussy. She wriggled and gurgled but a hard slap on the ass stilled her again. Cole stroked her asshole with the soft, blunt tip of the big plug, stirring the lube around the tight-puckered slit. On the screen, the view zoomed in to the toys humming and flirting around her ass as Uri the cameraman changed focus, and a few of us started betting whether Cole could penetrate her ass without reaching for chemical help. "He's gonna need poppers to get up this bitch's hole," chuckled Hank, but I disagreed. "Nah, I tell ya she's a dirty fucking slut deep down. Deep down she *wants* that up her ass, fuck, deep down she wants us *all* up her ass! You see!"

Janet twitched, squirmed, gagged, moaned. Her thighs trembled around the intense buzzing that must've been coursing through her whole pussy area. Cole pushed, and the slippery pink plug forged ahead. "Yeahhh up her fucking *ass*!" breathed someone. There was a queue of guys up at her head, all pushing in close, cocks hard and wet in her face. There was a cluster of guys at her ass, watching the big butt plug forcing its way in, watching the wand buzzing her pussy. All of us were hard as rocks, wanking slowly.

Then, with a satisfyingly wet little sound, the plug slipped home. I winked at the guy next to me - "Told ya!" - and Cole gave a grin and flicked the button. The plug started buzzing on top speed, adding to the relentless hum of the wand on her clit. She squealed, a high, strangled moaning squeal as the pressures in her cunt began to build. I took another turn in her mouth, cupping her face almost tenderly as I rammed my cock into the slime-wet hole in her face. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, saliva, gook and precum. Her eyes were red, her eyelids fluttering with distress - or possibly with the trauma of betrayal as her clit and cunt and asshole started to override the prim frigidity of Janet the Ice Maiden.

"She's gettin' wet,!" yelled Kevin, "she's leaking! Fuckin' dirty whore's wet!"

And she was. I watched the screen, watched the glistening moisture from her spinster cunt as Uri zoomed in close. I forced my cock deep against the back of her throat, feeling her muted wail as her throat spasmed around me and her cunt got wetter and wetter. Tears squirted from her eyes, and then, suddenly -

"Whoa, FUCK!"

Our darling ball-breaker shuddered violently and came. Cock in her mouth, vibes up her ass and hard on her clit, roped and gagged and caned and beaten, Janet came, and what a result! She was a squirter! Fuck, a huge spray of pussy-cum splatted down her legs, soaking Kevin from the waist down, skooshing everywhere.

"Fuckin' A!" yelled Cole, and we all cheered.

"Great job, Kevvo," laughed the Boss. "Now get her to clean your dick off!"

Kevin stood, grinning from ear to ear, and came up to take my place, his long cock glistening with Janet's own pussy juice.

"Right boys," continued the Boss, "I now declare the Ice Maiden's holes open for business! Cunt or ass, take your choice, but two things - do her good, 'cos I wanna see the bitch squirting like fuck - and, me first!"

And with that, he stepped behind her, feet squelching in the wet carpet between her feet, snuggled right up, and rammed his hard, thick cock straight up her still-dripping cunt. We watched him slam her, hard and fast, her red-wealed ass quivering, her feet lifting as he pounded her. "Ah, fuck she's tight, boys... ah fuck yeah. Mmm, forty years of tight cunt all at once... aw man that feels gooood... Nnnn... Fuck YEAH...!"

The butt plug hummed away as he banged her, Kevin choking her good and proper with his long, skinny cock, and the Ice Maiden was finally playing her proper role.

So we fucked her, front and back, up and down, fucked the frigid whore like she deserved to be fucked, like a fuck-puppet just made for us to stick our dicks in. And she was deliciously tight - forty-odd years of puckered up tightness fitted our cocks like gloves - tight cunt and tight ass. I seemed to circle around her again, watch from all angles, watching the screen, watching boys fuck her, she quivering and moaning and wailing, they moving from her mouth to her ass and round again, a dance of tight-bitch hole fucking. I watched and waited as they fucked her face and buzzed her clit with the big throbbing wand, fucked her asshole, slapped her butt and her face and and rammed hard her dripping wet cunt.

And she was wet. She was fucking dripping everywhere! Her pretty face, gagged and flushed, was sheened with tears, sweat, saliva gloop and now semen as the first guy sprayed his load, strings of white goo splattering her cheek and forehead and hair. Her fine legs glistened with moisture, with pee and squirt and now a long, oozing trail of semen as the guys began to unload in her. I watched as Mikey gripped her buttocks hard, his cock jerking in her impaled asshole as he creamed inside her. Someone else buzzed her clit with the butt plug and her hips bucked as Mikey came and she blasted another wave of cunt-juice backwards across his thighs, cumming again even as the tears course down her cheeks.

Ah you dirty bitch, Janet! Mikey pulled his cock out, hard and red and slimed and twitching still, and I zoomed in to watch her asshole hover open, quivering, gaping rosy-pink and inviting black, wetness oozing around the edges. Then I was behind her, my own dick hard as iron, grabbing her by her neat, slim hips and sliding straight up that gaping ass. Mmm! Gaping she may have been but she was also beautifully warm and soft and wet and tight, squelching with two or three other guys' cum - dirty, sloppy anal thirds, maybe fourths, for me! The thought of plowing the Ice Maiden's rosy pink asshole, already filled with semen from three other guys, made my cock throb hard. I slid deep and back, deep and back, penetrating her all the way, my cock burrowing into her squelching insides and feeling fabulous. I pulled out, drawing a thick, slowly dripping string of cum and slime with me. I rubbed my glooping cock slowly up and down her butt crack, smearing our thick juices on her neat, petite ass, then bent my knees a little to redirect my aim.

I stretched her pussy lips wide with my thumbs and entered her hard and fast. Ah fuck, she was hot! My cock slid gloriously into her hot, sopping cunt and at once a wash of juices sprayed back, surging around me to splash my tingling balls as the horny slut came again. I laughed and slapped her hard on her right buttock, my hand print merging with the rest of the glowing redness, and pushed my left thumb up her ass. I fucked her hard, her ass slapping and squelching against my belly, my balls flat up against her swollen pussy at the apex of each stroke. My pubic hair was matted and clotted with saliva and Janet-squirt and other men's semen as I slammed her again and again and again. Her body leaped and jerked in her bonds and I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her tight and steady as I did her. Harder, harder, as fast as I could, and my cock was an iron bar in the sloppy-wet heat of her virgin-tight cunt as I came with a yell and a spasm, adding my load to the thick semen cocktail that dripped slowly down her legs.

I circled again, zooming in to watch two of the guys ejaculate simultaneously into her mouth, great streams and jets of cum filling her and overflowing around her lips as a third guy stepped up and rammed his cock through the ring-gag. I watched as two guys clamped her hard little nipples and pulled the thin cords tight through a worn iron ring in the seminar-room floor. Her tits, stretched into cones, shivered tightly. Cock after cock sprayed her with cum. Her face and hair, her pale body, her ass dripped with great, thick runnels of semen, but still there were stiff pricks inside her, fucking her virgin holes. I fucked her cum-filled mouth again, reveling in the jerks and spasms and dry-gagging as I filled her throat. I held her hair tight in my fist and ejaculated long and slow across her dazed, glazed face. Ah, yeah, fuck YOU Janet the fucking Ice Maiden...!

Imperceptibly the room returned to normal. I blinked and stretched and was dressed again. My cock remained hard in my pants, but the chairs were upright once more. I looked across at the dais. Janet lay sprawled across the lectern still, but sprawled now in splendid isolation, feet trailing in a lake of body fluids that seeped over the edge of the stage to stain the carpet. She moaned quietly, and twitched, her face swollen and smeared, a long, thick strand of semen trailing from her lips to the floor.

The Boss stood up, immaculate in his light gray suit.

"Thank you, Janet," he said, turning to us, the audience. "Any questions?"