Predators

Job Offer

       Sherry nervously entered the President’s office for her performance appraisal. The pert blonde hadn’t been doing well and her probationary period was over. She fully expected Mr. Grant to fire her. Every assignment she had been handed had gone wrong. A divorced mother new in town with no alimony and a teenage daughter to support isn’t in a good bargaining position. She had recently moved to the small town to flee her abusive ex-husband that the law wasn’t doing much to protect her from.

       Believing in grinding a bitch hard, Mr. Grant kept lovely Sherry cooling her high heels in his outer office to drive up her tension and then graciously allowed her to enter his inner sanctum just before quitting time. He spoke to the temp who was his assistant for the week.

       “That will be all for today, Susan. You can go home a bit early and enjoy the weekend. Don’t worry. You’ll be paid for a full day’s work. It’s just that there is no more work for you to do today.”

       He glanced dismissively at Sherry, a look that awakened her worst fears.

       “This won’t take long.”

       He ushered a glum, dispirited Sherry into his office and shut the door.  He sat behind his imposing desk, folded his hands together in front of him and looked at her sternly as she sat in the chair facing his desk. By design, the chair was a bit lower than average so that she was forced to look up at him. He spoke sternly, reprovingly

       “Sherry, I suppose you know that your work has been sub-standard since you came to this company.”

       He didn’t add that he had deliberately set her up to fail in her new job. It was a cock-warming opportunity to exploit a vulnerable babe, new in town with no friends and no money, too tempting for the old horndog to resist.

       Lovely Sherry swallowed nervously. She really couldn’t afford to lose this job. She decided to beg.

       “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize the job involved so much! Mr. Grant, I’m desperate. I have a teenage daughter. I’m divorced and my ex is a real bastard that I’m hiding out from. I have no money and I’m really screwed if this job doesn’t work out. Can I please have another chance? Maybe you have something else I can do?”

       He eyed her speculatively from her pretty little head to her carefully buffed and polished toenails, lingering insolently on her ample breasts and shapely legs. As a former cheerleader who had spent her high school years swapping spit and exchanging bodily fluids with a wide variety of muscular meatheads, lovely Sherry was very comfortable playing the sex card. Noting his none-too-subtle interest, Sherry posed prettily, sitting up perkily, sticking out her chest a bit more and artfully arranging her long shapely legs for display.

       Mr. Grant smiled, more a knowing sort of smirk really.

       “I’m going to offer you a quite well-paying alternative job, Sherry, if you care to apply for it. If you don’t, this conversation never happened. Understand?”

       Sherry had a pretty good idea of where this was headed. She took an enchantingly deep breath and nodded knowingly.

       “Oh, I understand and, I just want you to know, that’s fine by me.”

       Mr. Grant’s knowing smirk broadened.

       “I’m willing to offer you the position of being my personal assistant, if you’re willing to apply for it and do all that the position requires. As you probably are aware, my former personal assistant disappeared a few months ago while vacationing in Mexico.”

       Sherry nodded solemnly.

       “Yes, quite shocking. I’d never go to Mexico myself. It’s just not safe!”

       Mr. Grant nodded approvingly although, unlike Sherry, he knew exactly where his former assistant was. He had personally arranged for her to be gobbling dick and spreading her shapely legs in a Mexican whorehouse for 18 hours a day, seven days a week until her crotch rotted, her dainty little ankle shackled to a slimy bed via a short chain. Within 24 hours of trying to blackmail him, greedy young Stephanie had found herself stark naked, hanging by her slim wrists from the ceiling of a large warehouse mainly used for cock-fighting, in Mexico. She inadvertently provided extra entertainment by bouncing her big boobs and flashing her gash as she twisted and turned desperately in mid-air, fully exposed in front of a sniggering male audience with a smirking John Grant sitting in the front row.

A moustachioed bandito had unfurled his bullwhip and demonstrated to a fascinated audience various excruciatingly intimate whip strokes with evocative names like the ‘nipple kiss’, the ‘slit slice’, the ‘crack attack’ and the ‘clit lick’. Lovely Stephanie had shrieked her way through the exploration of private portions of her glorious anatomy by his cracking, snapping, biting bullwhip, her long legs scissoring wildly as she jerked and twitched in mid-air, trying frantically to avoid the burning licks of his braided whip, but in reality just exposing different parts of her deeply vulnerable body to its brutal caress. Time and again, angry red welts blossomed into burning life on her sensitive lily white flesh, from the cringing soles of her pretty feet to her neatly shaven armpits and all of the exquisitely sensitive points in between, while the largely male crowd laughed and jeered.

After that, becoming a sperm-sucking flat-backer opening her holes to all cummers was a blessed relief.

John Grant brought himself back to the present.

       “You’re very wise to avoid Mexico, Sherry. Nasty things can happen to a pretty woman in a crazy country like that. I don’t know what Stephanie was thinking when she went there or what horrible things may have been done to her.”

       He shuddered and cut to the chase.

“Anyway, the job comes with full dental and medical. It pays quite nicely. There would be a full scholarship for your daughter to the university of her choice. You would have access to a company-subsidized mortgage at an interest rate 2% less than prime. There are also various, ahem, performance bonuses.”

       He named a quite substantial salary. Sherry licked her lips.

       “I would definitely be interested!”

       Sherry eyed him coyly.

       “Would there be any, um, shall we say… after hours work?”

       John Grant smiled warmly, knowing that this juicy fish was hooked. He teased her in further with the first of many pretty little lies.

       “None whatsoever! You only have to put out for me during office hours, nine to five.”

       Sherry laughed throatily.

       “Well, that’s honest! And where would I be doing that? In here? In your office?”

       He nodded.

       “Here and in the bedroom attached to this office.”

       He opened what she had thought was a closet door. Surprisingly, it opened onto a large bedroom with a king-size bed and a full ensuite bathroom.

       “Wow! That’s huge, Mr. Grant! I never knew this was here!”

       “Call me John. This adult playroom’s existence is a well-kept company secret. So… you’re interested in applying for the position?”

       Not exactly a shy girl, Sherry smirked shamelessly.

       “I can do any position you’re interested in, John. On my back, on my knees, doggy-style, cowgirl, bent over your desk, titty fucks, whatever your horny heart desires!”

       John grinned.

       “OK, Sherry, let’s get down to the important part of the job interview. Take off your clothes. Show me what you have to offer.”

       In short order, Sherry was squatting naked in her high heels, shapely legs spread wide, smoothly shaven slit fully exposed, her big boobs bobbing along in time to her bobbing head as she gave a skilful little BJ. Her long tongue covered his dick in spit as she licked him erect, her knowing fingers pumping his spit soaked penis with a nice spiral twist while she sucked his knob. She cupped his balls and fingered his anus while she demonstrated her deep-throating skills, her full lips kissing his hairy ball sack with each deep thrust as she gobbled dick. In short order, he squirted a large load of man gravy down her wide-open throat.

       Her Adams apple bobbed as she swallowed dutifully and licked him clean. She ran her finger along the underside of his dick from his scrotum to the head, squeezing a last pearly, glistening drop of cum from his pee hole. Her long tongue flicked out and she deftly licked it off.

       Her new employer patted her on the head patronisingly, a master petting his loyal dog.

       He zipped up while Sherry dressed, doing a sly little reverse striptease, jiggling and wiggling seductively to cement the deal.

       “Excellent job application! You’re hired! You start work Monday. Dress in a decent business suit – knee length skirt and high heels.”

       He gave her a sly wink.

       “What you wear underneath, if anything, is up to you. You have to look respectable until you step into my office in the morning and close the door behind you.”

               Teenage Rapemeat

       

While lovely Sherry had been sucking up to her boss, her pretty daughter was being fucked over thoroughly in a back alley.

They had been waiting for young Nicole as she walked home from school. She suddenly found herself surrounded by the Cream Team, a tough gang of brutal teenage rapists. The grinning Cream Team members surrounded her, feeling her up, grabbing her tits, squeezing her ass.

Nicole briefly cried out for help. Bringing a wealth of experience to the task of fucking over a reluctant victim, they punched her in the diaphragm to silence her. While lovely Nicole struggled to suck in some air, they muscled her writhing body into the back alley.

Gripped by the upper arms, standing with her arms pinned behind her back, Nicole glared at the leader in outrage. She recognized him from school. She took a deep breath and screamed at him.

“Fuck you, you stupid shithead! I know who you are, Max. If you don’t let me go, I’ll tell the cops. You’re in big trouble now!”

She tried to knee him in the nuts. He effortlessly dodged it and pimp slapped her hard. Her pretty face bounced like a Ping-Pong ball back and forth between his two open palms as he slapped her repeatedly until tears dripped down her flaming cheeks.

Nicole swayed. Her knees gave out and she would have fallen if strong hands hadn’t kept her propped up to take her medicine. Max spoke quietly, viciously spelling things out for his new quivering fuck toy.

“Let me introduce Krusher, slut. He’s not from around here, but if we go down, he’ll hear about it and he’ll be paying you and your mom a little visit.”

He gestured at a VERY muscular black guy with a steel baseball bat.  Krusher was at least a foot taller and 50 pounds heavier than anybody else, none of it fat. Every one stood back respectfully.  Krusher tossed a cantaloupe into the air and swung the steel bat mightily. The cantaloupe exploded as if it was filled with TNT.

There was a deep silence as pieces of shattered cantaloupe dripped down the brick wall.

Max continued.

“That’s what happens to your mom’s knees and elbows if you cause us any problems. She’ll be a fucking cripple for life. Your mom’s a nice looking woman, but Krusher will fuck her up forever if you don’t play along. After destroying her knees and elbows, he’ll work on her face, shattering her teeth, crushing her nose, ripping her ears off with his bare hands, gouging out an eye or two with his thumbs. That way, every time you look at her in her wheel chair, you’ll know you were responsible for fucking her up permanently. Got it, bitch?”

Nicole gaped at Krusher in horror. He looked deep into her eyes with an acid stare that dissolved her spine. He spoke in a bass rumble that sounded like death.

“Better believe it, bitch.”

Nicole licked her lips very nervously indeed and asked Max the inevitable foolish question. 

“What do you guys want?”

For answer, he insolently reached out and began to unbutton her blouse.

He paused to rap on her head painfully with his knuckles like someone knocking on a door.

“Hello! Is there anybody home?”

“Don’t be stupid, you dumb bimbo. You know what we want. Let’s see what you have to offer, cunt.”

He opened the front of her blouse wide and flipped up her bra cups. Her big breasts and cherry red nipples popped out.

“Nice knockers!”

He squeezed them like he was wringing out a sponge. Nicole gasped.

Other hands lifted her skirt and peeled her panties down her long shapely legs. Fingers dipped between her legs and fingered her anus and cuntlips, as she was none-too-gently ‘encouraged’ to step out of her panties.

Max pocketed her panties and instructed her, slapping her face lightly to get her attention back from the army of invasive hands squeezing, kneading, pinching, twisting, rubbing, exploring the most intimate parts of her nubile squirming body.

“From now on, Nicole, you’re my bitch. My bitches don’t wear bras or panties.  I’ll be inspecting you regularly. If I find you wearing any underwear, you get pounded. Got it, slut?”

Red-faced and thoroughly intimidated, Nicole swallowed hard and answered in a hoarse whisper.

“Yes.”

“On your knees, bitch.”

Krusher stepped up and unzipped. He cupped her terrified face in his massive mitts as she knelt, staring fearfully at his rapidly swelling dick. She flinched as he spat repeatedly in her face. He rubbed his saliva in with his thumbs until her face glistened with his spit.

“I want you to cover your teeth with your lips while you blow me. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Suck on it like a lollipop. If I feel any scraping, I’ll pound on your face until there are no teeth left.”

Lovely Nicole parted her lips. He fed her his tumescent member. Trapping her pretty head between his hands in a vice-like grip, he forced his dick down her throat. He pulled her head towards him, thrusting deeply, until her nose and lips were buried in his pubic hair.  Her blue eyes bulged.  He kept her gagging on his thick dick for a few seconds and then began pumping it in and out; face-fucking her brutally while a red-faced Nicole choked, gasped and drooled. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her alabaster skin glistened with sweat while he ravaged her open throat. At last, hard as a rock, he pulled his dick out.

Nicole drooled, gagged and threw up over her tits.

Foreplay over, Krusher wrapped his massive mitt in her long blonde hair and hoisted her to her feet. He bent her forward. He stood behind her and lifted one of her thighs high so she was fully exposed, opening her crotch up nicely while she balanced precariously on one leg. She lurched forward as he rammed his dick in from behind. To stabilize her, Max helpfully grabbed two painful fistfuls of her hair and fed his dick to her while Krusher raped her from behind. Cruel hands viciously slapped her swaying tits. Savage fingers flicked her bobbing nipples cruelly. Each slap and hard flick caused her cunt to tighten involuntarily around Krusher’s pumping prick.

Nicole groaned, gasped, gagged and choked on Max’s dick, thick viscous drool flowing over her chin as she struggled to breathe. Her big blue eyes bulged as Max flooded her throat with his thick gooey jizm, so much that it spurted out her nostrils, making her eyes water.

“Look at all that white stuff gooshing out her nose. The slut looks like a cream separator!”

Everyone, except Nicole, laughed coarsely at this small-time, farm boy humour.

When Krusher was done pumping her cunt full of sperm and Max’s thick oyster juice was oozing down her face, they generously shared her with the others.

Her clothes were peeled from her body until she was wearing only her navy blue knee socks and black penny loafers.

Eager fingers prized apart her tight buns and lubed up her asshole. Nicole cried out as a thick greased sausage attached to a grinning young pervert opened her rectum painfully wide and pumped her hard.

Nicole spent an educational hour opening her holes for the boys until she was thoroughly slimed from head to toe. Her tits ached. Her nipples were swollen. Her throat was raw. Her cunt and asshole burned.

After a deeply traumatizing hour that changed her forever, she was sent on her way. They wiped the sperm, drool and vomit from her face with her blouse, soaking it completely. Her crotch and crack were scrubbed clean with her skirt.  Since her hands were shaking too badly to handle the buttons, hooks and zipper, they mockingly helped her back on with her sperm sodden clothes, minus the bra and panties, feeling her up and groping her freely in the process, making sure that she looked and felt like trash.

Her sopping, clammy school uniform clung to her body, giving her a see-through wet t-shirt look. Max mussed her sperm soaked hair, reached under her skirt and gave her an encouraging goose to send her on her way.

“Nice look, slut. Off you go! Remember! Not a word to anyone or Krusher turns your mom into a hideous crippled freak.”

Nicole staggered home, threw her clothes in the washer, practically fell into the shower and spent a long, long time scrubbing hard, futilely trying to make herself feel clean again, which is where she was when her mom came home.

Sherry knocked on the bathroom door.

“I’m home, honey. I’ve got some great news. I’ve been promoted to a new job. It not only pays a lot better, but you get a free scholarship to university!” 

Desperate to keep her mom out of it, Nicole answered loudly, working hard to keep her hoarse voice from shaking.

“That’s great, mom! Uh, I’m not feeling well, mom. Maybe I’m coming down with something. I think I’ll go to bed and skip supper.”

Sherry was sympathetic.

“Gee, that’s too bad, sweetie. Think you could handle some chicken soup? I’ll make it and bring it up to you in bed.”

“That’d be great mom. You can tell me all about your new job and how you got it.”

Sherry bit her lip as she headed to the kitchen.

Nicole nervously headed to her bedroom.

They each began thinking about what sort of story they could make up and spent the rest of the evening lying charmingly to each other.

Pep Talk

       Sunday night, the phone rang. Sherry answered.

       “Telephone, Nicole.”

       Picking up the phone, Nicole hoped it was her buddy Denise.

“Hi, bitch. Wearing any underwear?”

Her heart suddenly felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.

“What do you want, Max?”

“This is just a little reminder call, cunt. Tomorrow at school: no bra, no panties. Got it?”

Nicole licked her lips.

“Got it.”

“No pretending to be sick and staying home. Got it?”

She swallowed hard. There went her master plan.

“Got it.”

“A half hour before home room, you report to my locker for inspection. Got it?”

Her voice sank to a whisper.

“Got it.”

He had one more bit of advice.

“Don’t you fuck up or your mom gets fucked up forever. Got it?”

“Got it.”

He hung up.

Sherry smiled at her as Nicole returned pensively to the living room.

“New boyfriend?”

Nicole snorted and shook her head.

“No, that was Max. He’s a total jerk.”

Sherry nodded sympathetically.

“I’ve attracted a few jerks in my time. If you need any advice, just let me know.”

“Thanks, mom. I think I can cope. It was just the old ‘I forgot what the homework assignment is’ routine.”

Sherry smiled.

“A classic. What did you say?”

“I told him I didn’t know. Whatever it was, I’d already done it and that he should talk to his buddy Ted.”

Sherry laughed.

“Unmistakeably dismissive. Good for you!”

Sherry looked at Nicole quizzically.

“You feeling well enough to go to school tomorrow? You’ve been shaky and sounding a bit hoarse all weekend. It’s OK if you stay home.”

Nicole smiled wanly at her. Her weekend of playacting had been laid waste by Max’s pep talk.

“Well, now that I’m getting a scholarship and I’m actually going to university next year, I’ve got to get good grades so I know what they’re talking about when I get there.”

Sherry nodded approvingly.

“That’s my girl!”

       School Daze

The next morning, Nicole was standing nervously by Max’s locker, bright and early, awaiting his arrival. There were few people in school that early. Most of the students arrived at the last possible minute.

“Hi, bitch.”

She nodded at Max, feeling stupid and degraded, as intended. She replied in a subdued voice.

“Hi, Max.”

He had the last locker in the row on a dead end hallway. He unlocked it and left the door open, creating a private little area at the end of the largely deserted hallway.

“When’s your period, cunt?”

“Uh, probably starts tonight or tomorrow.”

“That’s good news, bitch. It means that you’re probably not pregnant and I don’t have to arrange an abortion for you. When your period is over, you tell me and we’ll start you on birth control pills because, from then on, you’re putting out big time. I have a supplier so you’ll get your pills from me, free of charge or any parental hassle.”

Nicole licked her lips.

“I see.”

Max knew from the beaten look in her downcast eyes that he owned her pretty little ass. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so that she was looking fearfully into his eyes.

       ``Listen up, bitch. I’m keeping my eye on you. Every now and then during the day I or one of the guys will be lifting your skirt and taking a peek, so no sneaking off and putting on your underwear. Stand next to the locker door facing the end of the hallway, unbutton your blouse and open it wide to show me the goodies. ``

       Nicole glanced over her shoulder. There was no one in the hallway. Hurriedly, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled open the front of blouse and showed him her tits. Grinning, he fingered her nipples.

       “Just as good as they were on Friday. Give them a little jiggle, bitch.”

       She jiggled them.

       ``Nice, now lift your skirt and spread your legs, bitch. ``

       He knelt down. Nicole lifted her skirt, parted her quivering thighs and showed him her cunt. He ran a finger lewdly over her cuntlips.

       “Nice work, bitch. I want you to start shaving your pussy so that it is as smooth as a baby’s bum.”

       He grinned up at her.

       “If you don’t want to, the boys and I can do it for you.”

       He savoured her look of sudden fear.

       “That’s OK. I’ll go home and do it at lunchtime, Max.”

       He stood up and cupped her pretty face in his hands.

       “OK, button up, bitch. That’s it for now. You report here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll see how your period is coming along. Bring along an extra tampon or two because I’ll be taking it out to have a look. Got it?”

       Her face twitched apprehensively.

       “Unless you prefer us to hunt you down and rape you until you’re pregnant and Krusher turns your mother into a crippled freak.”

       “I’ve got it, Max. I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave my mom out of it.”

       Red-faced, knowing she was beaten, wondering how many other rape sluts Max and the Cream Team had dancing attendance on them, Nicole silently buttoned her blouse.

       “One last thing before you go, bitch. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for a nice French kiss.”

       She stuck out her tongue.

       “Don’t disappoint me, bitch.”

       He sucked her tongue into his mouth and they tongue wrestled for a minute or two while he squeezed her tits and fondled her bum. He stopped when other students began to arrive.

He lifted the back of her skirt, playfully slapped her bare bum and sent her on her way.

Nicole spent the rest of the school day thinking about his phrase ‘putting out big time’, wondering what would be required of her. She was afraid to put on the bra and panties that she had brought with her in her backpack. As intended, it degraded her and made her feel slutty walking around in public with no underwear. During the day, travelling the hallway between classes, she recognized a few of the Cream Team. They each eyed her bobbing chest and gave her a knowing smirk. Every now and again, when no one else was looking, they lifted the back of her skirt, fingered her cuntlips, hefted her bra-less boobs through her blouse and slapped her bare bum hard, making her yelp and leaving a red handprint on one of her firm young buttocks, making sure that she felt like a well-groped piece of fuckmeat.