That Thursday evening Tove got back from work later than she usually did. And it

was not just due to a lot of traffic on her way back home. She had been in an awful

lot of meetings. Nothing had worked out. 

The day started off with a review of the project she had just finished. At nine she had

still been oozing confidence and thought the review would be a breeze. She had

hoped to get promoted another three steps in the mars hierarchy and get the job in

strategic marketing she had always aspired to. She was looking forward to the new

job which could have meant responsibility over of five not to mention the extra wage.

The project had been a full success. She was always on top of things and had learnt

quickly throughout. On a number of occasions her boss had expressed his content

with her work. There had been only one minor disagreement which she had already

forgotten about.

She did her presentation without nervousness and was sure that her presentation

would find the approval of her boss and the ones who were there to assess her and

to decide upon her future. Right after she had finished, the first question arrived. The

human resource guy brought up an incident in France. She had had a disagreement

with the local product manager who she a lot of difficulties to get on with. The

disagreement erupted in a brief heated exchange of arguments. Luckily for Tove they

hardly worked together after the incident and so she forgot about it quite quickly.

Now Tove was gutted. She hardly remembered the incident and was entirely

unprepared for this situation. The HM guy exaggerated the situation and put her in a

very bad light which cast severe doubt on her personal management skills. Not

finding the right arguments to defend her and to put the whole incident into

perspective she found herself in the middle of a trial she was about to loose bitterly.

While she spoke there was constant discussion under way distressing her further.

The atmosphere turned against her and was decisively frosty. They had not wasted a

single word on the outcome of the project. Instead Martin Wegin pointed out that the

meeting had already lasted 45 minutes and that they should a conclusion. Tove’s

heart was beating like a drum; her hands were wet when the HM briefly presented

their decision. Arguing that she was lacking personal skills they decided to give her

just one step. In another sentence he mentioned that her work in France had been

insufficient. This was a severe blow. She did not understand what happened to her.

In a few seconds everybody hustled out of the conference room not saying a word to

her. Tove collected her things and retreated. Originally she had planned to celebrate

her new job by taking a few days off. Now she would need these days to lick her

wounds.

With her bag and coat in her hand she slowly walked down the corridor. In her mind

she’s already sitting in her car and on the highway back home.

"Mrs Almström? Please stop"

The unknown voice sounds rather commanding. "Shit, don't bother me. I want to go

home!" she’s thinking but turns around regardless.

"Please follow us. We would like to ask you a few questions"

"Is that really necessary? I would like to go home now." she responds almost

aggressively.

"Unfortunately we must insist."

"What is it about?"

"We don't know, but you will be informed soon"

The guards take her between themselves and walk with her down several corridors

into part of the factory complex where she’s have never been before. A big door

opens and all three enter the central office of the guards. Five important looking men

including the head of production are awaiting her. They look tense and angry.

"Mrs. Almström?"

"Yes"

"I reckon you know why you are here."

"No idea. Nobody told me and I haven't got time. It’s Friday night and I want to go

home ASAP"

"Well it's not you to decide that. We have reason to believe hat you have

misappropriated sensitive information to a competitor. We need to know who you

sent it to and when before we call the police." 

At this moment you get nervous and protest

"No I haven't done that, that's not true"

"But we have intercepted email traffic from your account which indicates that you

were going to pass product plans to an outsider"

"That's not true"

"You'll stay here until you have provided us with the details"

"But I've got nothing to say"

"You've got nothing to say? Sure? Well we'll see. We'll make you speak." He waves

to one of the guards who walks over to you.

He looks uneasy as he relays the message and speaks in a low voice.

"Mrs. Almström? I have to ask you to undress right now"

"What?"

"I know Mrs. Almström. Could you please take your clothes off?"

"Are you mad? I'm not going to undress..."

The rest of the sentence drowns in a sudden scream of the head of production.

"You heard just right. You will get naked. Right here and in front of us"

"No I won't"

"I'm not sure you understand how serious the situation is. Either you give names or if

you don't you either get naked yourself or these polite men from Securicor will

demonstrate what they have been taught." he screams at the top of his voice.

"No, that’s outrageous. I will call the police" Tove stammers and retreat toward the

door but two factory guards block the door while another one holds her arm.

"Leave me alone you don't have the right to do this"

"Down here we have the right to do just anything is necessary. These two gentlemen

have just proved that. Listen you maybe a smart woman but smart doesn't count her

unless you give names. Strip her!"

She screams in protest as another one approaches her and removes the cardigan

although you are trying to escape from them. He reaches out for you and tears the

blouse open. Several buttons rip off and roll across the floor. The open blouse

reveals her rounded breasts covered by an expensive silk bra.

"Stop it for a second. Still sure you don’t want to share anything with us. So you've

changed your mind?"

"No I've got nothing to say and I'm not allowing them to strip me."

"Ms. Almström, if you don’t allow them you will have to do it yourself. You will strip

right down to your last sock. I don’t want to see no necklace, no rings, no glasses and

not even a clip to hold your hair on your body. You will stand in front of these men as

god created you. And don’t forget to hand your clothes over to the gentleman on your

left.

Stiff with fear, but too proud to allow them to humiliate her by stripping her, she takes

off her clothes bit by bit. Blouse, bra, trousers, panties, socks and jewellery. Tove

looks down to her feet to avoid the brash stares. Some clear their throats nervously

as the trembling woman bares her body. She has always difficulties to accept her

slight overweight. Tove always wanted to be perfect in. She had a cute face and had

graduated with flying colours because she was extremely bright. Her body though

resisted all her diets and continued to frustrate her. Thus she was always at unease

at beaches and jealously looked at slim, attractive women.

"Stand up right with your hands down. Eyes ahead"

"We should clearly ask HR to pay more attention to the looks of the women we hire.

Ms. Almström, you won't be surprised to hear me say that you are not exactly an oil

painting"

The atmosphere is tense, nobody responds.

"What do you think?" he addresses a young intimidated guard.

"I don't know"

"Well, maybe the tits of the bitch, excuse me of Ms Almström tits are passable, don't

you agree. Big enough and seemingly surprisingly firm compared to the rest of her

body."

"Yes her uhm tits are quite good. You are right"

"Ms Almström you are lucky. At least one person in this room likes your looks. But

back to the reason you're here. Will you give us the names of your recipients?"

"I told you. I haven't done anything. I don’t know what you are talking about"

"We know you have. We've got prove but need more details"

She begs for them to let her go but he is relentless.

"Ms Almström, or should I say Tove? This could be a long night for you if you

continue to refuse to cooperate"

You cry and beg but to no avail. He waves to a guard who produces a camera with a

big flashlight and takes ten or twenty pictures of her in full nakedness.

You are urged to sit down on a chair. Another man opens your legs allowing the

photographer to take pictures of her most private parts before he returns to his desk.

"Ms Almström, have a look at these pictures. What do you think how your colleagues

would react if by accident they were to set there eyes on these beautiful pictures? Of

course they will be touched up a bit. They will show pictures of a sad naked and

slightly overweight woman, who shows her pussy for the fun of it."

He presses a few buttons and pictures of her disappear on all screens of the

command centre.

She blushes and cries "...but I haven't done such a thing. Please let me go."

"I'm surprised to see how stubborn you are. It seems you still haven't understood how

serious this is. Tell us there names. Who have you been in touch with?"

A few minutes later and after a period intense silence he gets up from behind the

huge desk because he still did get the desired response. He walks around her a few

times and scans her body coldly.  Eventually he lays his hand on her naked shoulder

like a father that is about to give his son some good advice.

"Ms Almström, you are very uncooperative I must say. My attempts to convince you

have all been in vain and I don't know any other legally permitted means to get a

response from you. I am a man who always respects the law and has its morals and I

know I have responsibility to protect you, but there’s me and another five male

guards in this room. Although you are not a very beautiful woman, you're after all a

blonde, Swedish woman who is reasonably attractive to the men in this room. You've

got nice enough, firm breasts, a rounded bottom and a shaved pussy. Do you expect

these men to ignore what they are seeing before them? They aren't made of wood.

Although they are not saying anything I’m sure they would love to lay their hands on

you. How could I protect you from them? You should reconsider your position

because the alternative amid these men may not be pleasant."

"But I haven't done anything.."

"Tat-tat, you're not stupid or are you?"

"Please let me go. I won't say anything if you leave me"

"Sure you won't say anything. God, I don't understand you and do not know what to

do with you. We'll continue the interrogation in 20 minutes. Get her out of the room.

Take good care of her but treat her like a lady."

That said three guards grab her arms and escort her to the guard’s break room. It’s lit

by cold neon light and full of cigarette smoke. One guy her lays his arm around her

shoulder and starts to fondle her breast.

"He was right. Your breasts are firm and really nice. Actually I don't agree with what

he said. To me you are quite attractive. I don't even mind your bottom. A bit big

maybe but I think you are a real babe" he says and his hand explores her buttocks

and slides in between her legs."

Tove trembles with fear and close her eyes to not witness the humiliation.

"Do you enjoy that Ms Almström? I'm sure you do. I always dreamt of your breasts. I

remember when you arrived here for the first interview. From that day on, when you

passed by the entrance I always wondered what it would be like to suck at your

nipples."

"Don't get too carried away, buddy. Let me have my share" another voice says. Two

strong hands slightly coarse hands knead her tits.

"Do you feel my erection Ms Almström? I'm so horny and I'd love to fuck you. I hope

you don't mind."

Your hand is placed on the trousers of one of them. There is an enormous bulge.

"But first of all, Ms Almström take my dick into your mouth and suck it"

They push you down to your knees. The belt buckle of someone frantically removing

his pants drops to the tiles floor with a bang. Then a big erect penis hits your face

and rubs against it. The owner moans heavily.

"Please suck it Ms Almström" he says and her head with both hands. The girl is

immobilized by the look in the eyes of the dumb and scruffy man. Yet nothing is going

to stop him now. He wants that woman who is so above him so badly.

"Ms Almström, you are so beautiful. I love you" he says and smiles at her. Her

stomach cramps as she expects the worst to come.

"You're so beautiful. I want to fuck your beautiful face"

Then he shoves his dick between her lips and thrusts it hard against the back of her

mouth. One hand at your throat restricts proper breathing; the other one at the back

of your head moves her head back and forward. He doesn’t notice how the girl is

choking on his penis and desperately trying to breathe while her arms are locked

behind her back.

"Suck it Ms Almström, fuckin suck it".

As one fucks your face the belt buckle of another one hits the floor. She knows what

is going to happen next and shortly later a leg pushes her legs apart, some one's

hand rubs heavily against her pussy.

Oh my god, I don’t want them to do this - she thinks but the big penis is ready to be

rammed into her most private, sensitive fold. Never ever has a man fucked her in

such a rough way. Bang – it explodes into her pussy and followed by heavy moans

and thrusts. She’s treated like lifeless toy.

Meanwhile the man in front approaches orgasm.

"Swallow my cum Ms Almström!" he says and pinches her nostrils with two fingers.

Then he pushes her head firmly between his legs and onto his dick and rests it there

before ejaculating into your mouth. Unable to breath she gulps it down, choking and

struggling against the firm grip of his hand. Slowly he releases the grip and takes a

deep breath followed by heavy coughs. The salty taste of sperm burns in your mouth

you feel sick to your stomach. She has never swallowed cum before.

Yet it's not over yet. Tove’s pussy is still heavily pounded by a rock hard penis.

She’s still too dizzy to understand the words he says. He calls your name but is he

talking to you? Seconds later they lift the girl over to a nearby couch. They put you on

your back. You're still choking and your vision is not clear but you can see a heavily

breathing man who pushes your legs apart before he thrusts his dick into her again

and flings his full weight onto her. For a moment the fucking slows down. He's caught

interest of the rest of the girl’s body and frantically licks and sucks her breasts before

moving his wet tongue up to her face. There are glistening pearls of sweat on his

forehead as he stares at her mad with lust.

Then he closes his eyes and presses his lips onto hers. With one hand on the back

off her head he pulls your face tightly onto his while the other kneads a breast. His

tongue swirls in your mouth like mad and he resumes fucking you. By the time he

comes half your face is covered with saliva. Finally he lets out a loud grunt like an

animal and the sweaty body collapses on you.

He doesn't rest there for a long time though. Moments later the Tove is back on her

feet and scuttled to a bath room.

Their voices sound frantic.

"We got to soap her up to remove any trace of us."

The three almost empty a bottle of shower gel over you. Face, stomach, tits, bottom

and legs. No corner of your body is left untouched.

"Turn her around" someone says. Then cold water hits your crotch and someone

hectically fumbles her pussy. Suddenly something hard and unpleasant is shoved

into it. Then cold water fills the inside of the vagina. Desperately she tries to break

free but the grip is too firm. It seems to take an eternity. The two other guys have

finished their job and hold you in a tight grip as the other one rinses your pussy with a

water hose.

Before the guards lead the naked girl back to the command centre, they rub her dry

with paper towels.

"So, Ms Almström. Have you changed your mind?"

Obviously the girl is no longer in a state to respond. She's quietly sobbing and

obviously in a mess.

He takes a deep breath.

"I’m sorry, maybe we got the wrong one after all. In any case we have to keep your

pictures on file, so don't do anything stupid and tell anybody about this meeting.

You may dress and leave now. Please note that you have to leave the premises

within ten minutes as you have not submitted an extension request"

While the broken woman picks up her ripped clothes from the bin and puts them back

on, the guards return to their desks or leave the room. Nobody pays attention to the

girl who quietly sobs and eventually leaves the command room.

Because it's already late, she walks down empty corridors and without meeting a

single person except the guard who is sitting at his desk near the exit. Normally you

fly past him, give the chap casual smile and wish him good-bye. Only 40 minutes ago

he had cum in your mouth.

"Good-bye Ms Almström. Have a nice evening and see you Monday morning"

Tove’s stomach cramps and she accelerates on the way out without saying a word.

The evening is already pitch dark and welcomes you with cold air. The lamps of the

parking lot are switched off so you walk across an almost empty parking lot which is

divided into smaller lots by tall hedges. The car is parked in a dark, far end corner.

Tove’s about to turn the key in the lock as she hears steps not far from her

"Ms Almström, would you please have moment? We just saw you by the car and

would like to ask you something."