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CHAPTER 4
Tara stood there, naked, and watched as her VP pulled the campus phone book out of his desk.
"Tara, you are going to have to call Lynn in Human Resources to declare your religion," Jim said softly. She much preferred his temperament and demeanor to Vanderkamp, who treated her like a piece of meat. Of course, she had just agreed to be just that for the man so she hardly blamed him.
"Come around here and bend over the desk," Vanderkamp said. She did as commanded, feeling the soft carpet beneath her bare feet. The desk came right to her waist and she felt the edge dig into her as she bent over until her nipples and breasts were touching the cold surface.
"Her number is 555-5555," Jim said. "Use speakerphone so we can all hear." Tara pressed the button, not sure what she was going to say. Just then, Jim placed a typed sheet in front of her to read. She mouthed the words "thank you."
"Yes, hi is Lynn there please," she said softly and shyly into the phone. She was put on hold and waited there, nude and vulnerable in that position.
"Hi Lynn, this iIIISS, UHHH, TTT-ARA SSSMITTH," she stammered for as she began speaking she felt a cock slide into her available pussy.
"No, no, nno, nootthing is wronggg, GGGG," she said, trying to suppress her grunts as she was being fucked. She assumed it was Vanderkamp but could not see and did not want to look.
Her stammering was barely controlled as she spoke, explaining to the woman that she was declaring herself a religious nudist and wanted to have full protection under the law. The conversation ceased for a second, the only noise was her soft grunts every time the cock was pushed deep inside of her.
"Excuse me Tara, did you say you want to be a religious nudist?"
"Uh, uh, uh, yes, tthat's what I said."
"OK, of course we will recognize your religion, what does it entail," Lynn asked.
NNNggg---OHHHH! Tara tried to control herself as an orgasm rushed through her whole body. It came from no where and filled her with a feeling unlike anything she had ever experiences. The moment was too much, her body was too close after the diddling, she needed this orgasm.
"Tara? Are you still there?"
The sweating, flushed petite girl tried to get her bearings. "Yyes, still heeree," she said, her body still absorbing a pounding from Vanderkamp.
"Well, what do you mean by your religion?"
"Uh, uh, uh, well, I'm not—OH GOD—going to wear clothes anymore," Tara said, squeezing her eyes shut tight in pleasure and humiliation.
"Well, that is very unusual but if you write me a letter I will put it in your file and make sure that your religious rights are taken care of," Lynn said. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
The girl, on the crest of another orgasm shook her head but then realized she was talking on the phone and moaned a no before pushing the button and hanging up, just as she came again, this time allowing herself the chance to scream out in release and orgasm.
Finally her orgasm subsided and the girl's brain was functioning at around 50 percent. She had never cum like this, not with any lover and certainly not by herself. What was it about this situation that made her orgasms so intense?
She noticed that the cock inside her pussy was still hard and realized that she did not feel any sperm inside of her.
"Now, you have to write a letter," Vanderkamp said, his cock still lodged inside of her. "Call up blank page on word and write the letter stating your religion."
Tara struggled to move the top part of her body around to grab the keyboard and move it in front of her. Jim helped her turn the monitor so she could see what she was typing.
The girl, a cock still deep inside of her, started typing a letter. As she did, she felt Vanderkamp begin to fuck her again. She struggled to type the University's address at the top and then her own. Her eyes began to glaze as the man filled her totally, the tip of his cock butting up against her cervix.
But Tara continued typing and felt the man's cock leave her pussy, leaving her a bit disappointed despite herself. She was into her request for religious protection when she felt the cock at her asshole. The petite girl, a virgin back there, began shaking her head and was about the beg for mercy when the slick cock slid into her asshole, distending her anus terribly.
"NOOOO!!!!" She screamed, banging her fists against the desk but helpless to prevent the anal fucking. "OWWWWW!!"
"KEEP TYPING CUNT!"
Tara struggled to lift her upper body from the desk but somehow found the strength to finish the letter while getting her ass fucked. She sobbed in pain and humiliation, never thinking that a man would put his cock into that hole. She and her friends had joked that their asses were exit only. Now the only exit that would happen was after he had left a huge load of cum inside of her.
Somehow she finished the letter while getting her ass reamed by the rich man who delighted in the torment he was performing on her. Seeing she was done he commanded her to print it out and sign it. She didn't know how she managed to find the icon for print but she did it and then, trembling, took the paper and a pen provided by Jim and signed the letter. As she did Vanderkamp pushed deeply into her and filled her rectum with his seed, pressing her upper body down hard on the smooth, cold wood.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the man removed his weight off of her and pulled his cock out of her ass. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and straightened her into a standing position.
"Kneel in front of me cunt," he demanded. She did as she was told, her face level with his shit and cum stained cock. "Clean me off."
She gagged at his words but bent over anyway and took his cock into her mouth. She recognized the familiar taste of sperm and revolted at the taste of her own shit. Oh God, this man was awful. Finally she had cleaned off his penis to best of her ability and she was allowed to stand up again, hands clasped behind her neck.
"OK cunt, you may get back to work," Vanderkamp said. He then threw her a cell phone. "This is your phone but only I may call you here. Have it with you at all times."
With that, he turned and started talking business with Jim. Tara steadied herself to march into the world naked, an occurrence that would happen every day for the next year.
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