A Work Break

Whatever the reason I'm so darkly aroused, I feel my nipples hardening. In fact, I feel my entire body react. My skin starts to get very warm, in which it gets downright hot. As it does, a tingle begins in my stomach. A tingle like butterflies, if the butterflies were huge mutants. And my body starts to squirm as the weird haze begins to make my womanhood excited. There's no denying just how aroused I'm getting in this horrible situation.

"These buttons are nice and sunny, but you know, like Momma always said, unwrap all your gifts before playing," the evil man comments in that crazy manner of his. Without being able to see him, I can only imagine the evil smirk on his face as he stares at my bare chest. Looking over every inch of my C cups.

I now feel his fingers on my slacks, yet I still can't move or say anything. The haze stuns me, where I can only feel what is happening instead of reacting to it. If I could, I know I would be panicking as he's unhooking my waistband.

Unlike lovers that I've had, he doesn't fumble his fingers. This guy finds the clasp on my slacks and undoes them in a single motion like he's done this a hundred times. Any one else would nervously tug and pull, not sure of how to unclasp them until I explain how it is done. But with him, he easily undoes the clasp.

A single whimper comes out of my gagged mouth as my slacks are now pulled down. And I mean pulled down all the way. The evil bastard pulls them until they are pooled at my ankles, exposing not just my panties, but my smooth legs. And like this, I've never felt more exposed in my life.

In my strange, aroused haze, I begin to understand that whoever this man is, he's smart. He didn't pull my slacks down a little bit, or remove them completely. No. He pulled my slacks around my ankles, preventing me from kicking. Much like my hands, my feet are now trapped together by my own slacks. Even if I wanted to kick, it would have to be with both feet where I would have no aim.

"Match box set, really?" The man comments.

I can't tell what he's referring to as all I see is darkness. But whatever it is, a part of me feels like apologizing for it, as crazy as that is. I mean, I should be kicking and fighting with all my might, but I'm not. I'm just standing here, letting him strip me. Why? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Loud whimpers come from me when the man grabs the front of my panties and pulls upward. The haze I feel stays strong as he does this, only now what I feel is more sensitive. As he pulls the fabric bunches together, right inside my womanhood as it moves between my lips. Harder and harder it bunches, pressing against my most sensitive place. It's an intense feeling that makes me thrust my hips out to try and get some relief, not even caring that he's able to see most of my womanhood now.

My panties are ripped off me. With a single, hard tug upward, the fabric rips and breaks, flying right off me. I feel the snap of it, the pain but most of all I feel exposed. Like I'm not just naked physically, but emotionally.

Match box set. I understand now what that meant. He was referring to my bra and panties, as they came as a set. Both are a black, lacy material. Or should I say, they were a black, lacy material.

Feeling the haze even stronger, my face becomes red as he can see my womanhood now. With my panties ripped completely off me, he can see everything down there. He can see all of my shaved, bare womanhood. He can see the one place I've only let a special few see.

I try to picture how I must look. Arms up, tied to the tree, top pulled up and bra broken so my tits are fully exposed. My slacks around my ankles with no panties, almost like I didn't wear any today. That I'm that big of a slut that I no longer even wear panties.

The image in my mind sends that dark arousal inside me soaring. Where my breath gets short from how aroused I am. Where I start to wonder what a coworker would say if he or she saw me like this. Would they know I'm being forced, or would they think I planned this? That I set it up?

"There. Now it is Christmas day," the man states after putting something in my hand. He presses whatever it is hard into my hand, almost like a warning to take it or else.

It's my panties. My torn panties. He wants me to hold them. To hold what was just protecting me from my own nakedness. To hold a symbol of my own rape.

A wave of pleasure moves over me at this. It's a sharp fast wave, but it makes me moan anyway. It runs over me like a ripple in a pond, making me squirm at the feeling of it. The domination. The embarrassment. The control.

I can picture him looking me up and down, proud of what he's caught. That today is his Christmas and I'm the best present ever. That he's not scared that this is illegal or if I don't want it. He's going to do whatever he wants if I like it or not.

I try to yell at what he does next. I let out a loud, high pitched noise, not that it goes anywhere with the stress ball in my mouth. But I keep yelling regardless as another wave of pleasure moves over me at his lips closing around my right nipple. Those wet lips close around my nipple where he starts to suck hungrily. He takes my nipple as if he owns it, where his tongue flicks it over and over again.

As he sucks my hard right nipple, he grabs my left breast. There he squeezes it hard, his fingers digging in. Then he lifts and gropes, showing how much he likes my tits. He even moves it in something of a circle as he squeezes over and over again.

In a moment of surprise, the evil bastard bites my right nipple at the same time he pinches my left, causing me to whimper loudly. He doesn't bite hard, but it's enough to get my attention. To make my body go stiff in fear at the thought I can't stop him. That he can do whatever he wants to my tits.

"Ahhh, sun didn't shine, did it?" the evil man laughs his crazy laugh, now running both of his hands over my nipples. He does this slow, where each finger flicks my hard nipple, sending a strange sensation over me. Up and down those fingers go with each one flicking my hard nipples, again making me whimper and moan.

"Pretty bird didn't like it," he states, and then sucks hungrily on my left nipple. Sucks much harder than before where it feels like he's trying to suck all of my breast into his mouth.

Only this time I feel betrayed as I let out a clear moan as it feels so good. My nipples seem to send out tingly waves as he does this to me. Where my body isn't hiding how good it feels to have one nipple sucked and the other breast groped lewdly. It is letting him know it wants more, even if it's not what my mind wants.

The man then bites and pinches again, causing me to yell this time. When he stops, he laughs hard at my reaction, very hard. He keeps laughing to the point it sounds like he is having a laughing fit. This only serves to make my haze strengthen as he's laughing at me. Laughing that I can't do anything about this. Laughing at me being naked. Laughing at how my nipples now throb.

"Little Bird didn't like the tree falling either," the man comments once he stops laughing. I'm still panting at how overwhelmed I feel, wondering if he really is crazy, or if this is still an act.

"That's good to know. Really good to know. Because if you don't play nice, well, the Kool-Aid won't be punch flavored," the man says in a clear threat. His voice gets deeper and his vibe gets darker.

Something about the way he says this legit scares me. He doesn't scream or even growl. He says it as calm as I would tell a coworker "good morning," but the change in his tone makes it almost terrifying. Where I know what he saying even if it isn't exactly English.

"You going to be a good little bird? Going to be my Christmas?" the evil bastard asks, but as he does, he bounces my breasts. He has a hand under each breast and lifts upward, causing both tits to jiggle. But he does this with one breast and then the other, repeating this over and over. It's almost like he's keeping beat with them.

In the most demeaning act of my life, I nod my head YES. I nod with the shirt over my head, where I can't see anything. I nod my consent as he plays with my tits in a childish manner. I nod to basically tell this evil, rotten man, that I'm going to be good for my own rape. That he'll get to do whatever, and I'll let him.

"Good little bird," the evil bastard says and laughs. Again, I can't see him due to my top but I just know he has a huge smile on his face. That his evil soul is getting off at humiliating and dominating me.

My head begins to swim as I feel him cup my womanhood. His large hand goes right between my legs, where he presses his hand against my sex as if checking the warmth. I wasn't even aware that I had parted my legs enough for him to do this, but I did. And he leaves his hand there, savoring whatever he is thinking or feeling as he cups my womanhood.

I whimper softly as he moves his hand upward, so his middle two fingers move over my slit. He does this slowly and gently, making it seem like he wants to feel the contour of my lips. Where I feel the tips of his fingers press against my most sensitive place, gliding over them. Each tiny movement those fingers make causes me to shudder and moan, even if he hasn't really done anything.

Back and forth he runs his fingers over my slit. Each time he presses a little bit harder, making me squirm and moan louder. I do this not because it feels good or that I even want it, but from the domination of it. It's like I can read his mind where he is saying he is doing this because he can. Because he wants me to feel his hand on my private of all private places.

The evil bastard then moves his hand upward more and more, like he wants to feel my stomach. But right when I think he's going to leave my sex, he stops. There he starts to rub with the ends of his two middle fingers right on my clit.

It's a soft rubbing at first, with his fingers moving in circles. Instantly I shudder as I feel my clit soften as he turns his attention to it. It doesn't take long before he rubs harder and faster, making me squirm fully now. The more he rubs, the more I whimper and moan as despite it starting to feel amazing, I'm still so scared of what he could do.

"Kitty Kat, Kitty Kat, it's mine now," the man says in a singsong voice, making him seem even more crazy. He sings this in a high pitched tone as he keeps rubbing, making his words move to the beat of his fingers.

I try to whimper "Please stop," but it won't come out. Even if I wasn't gagged, I don't think I could say anything at the moment. All I can truly do is squirm and quiver as my body feels more alive than it has in a long time. Where not only is my body hot to the touch, but it tingles all over fantastically. It's wanting to be touched, grabbed, groped, even fucked.

The aroused haze I am in seems to get stronger, leading me to wonder if I've been drugged. Did someone slip something into my morning coffee? I've never felt like this before. Nor have I ever acted like this. It's crazy. I mean, my life is in danger at the moment, and I'm quivering like a girl being fingered for the first time.

My breathing picks up and turns into pants as the man isn't stopping. He's doing the opposite, rubbing even faster and harder. Moving his fingers so intently on my clit that I am now non-stop moaning as my hips rock. Where I feel so humiliated and embarrassed as I make my hips move front and back, as well as dominated and hot.

I start to shake my head almost violently as I feel the ultimate betrayal, an orgasm. My head moves back and forth to the point I think the shirt is going to come loose, but I can't control it. I feel extremely confused as I both want to cum from this and don't.

Some logical part of me screams that I can't orgasm from this. I can't be getting off from what a rapist is doing to me. That I'm not about to cum so close to my job. But that logical part is drowned out by the excitement and arousal that is burning within me. Where I give into the haze and damn near hump his fingers.

My orgasm bursts through even if some part of me was trying to prevent it. It feels almost violent the way it does, as if warning me to not deny my body or else. That I best give in and accept what is happening.

The evil man laughs as I cum. He laughs loud and hard and right by my ear. It's as if he knows my inner turmoil and loves it. That he gets off on my sexual torture, knowing that he's mind-fucking me.

This serves to make the waves that flow over me feel much harsher and harder than they ever have. The joy and pleasure they contain refuse to be denied as they forcefully move over my entire body. Where cumming from my molestation is something to be laughed at for. That he and I both know that my pussy is starved for attention, where it is willing to accept this treatment to please itself.

Moans flow as with the shirt over my head, I can't focus on anything else. All I can do is feel each and every wave of pleasure that runs over me. Waves that make me quiver, squirm and moan like a whore in heat. These moans get so high pitched as well as I can feel myself starting to leak my arousal down my legs as I keep humping his fingers.

"Kitty Kat, Kitty Kat, it's mine now," the man sings over and over as I orgasm. He keeps rubbing in the same manner, refusing to stop or take a break. Not caring if his fingers are rough or callused.

I'm thankful Luna tied me as I am, otherwise I would collapse to the ground. My legs turn to Jello and the only thing keeping me upright is the vines tied to my hands. I've even come out of my heeled shoes, leaving my bare feet limply laying on the ground. Not that it matters to the man. He keeps rubbing and singing, enjoying using my pussy as he is.

My body stiffens as I reach the peak of my orgasm. It makes me stop moaning but whimper a long and soft whimper, as if acknowledging how pathetic I am to enjoy this. Then my orgasm fades, leaving me a leaking mess as I hang here.

My rapist seems to sense that I've finished cumming as he stops rubbing me. He pulls his hand back and away, but doesn't stop singing that weird song. Over and over he sings it, not that I care too much at the moment as I feel so strange. I feel so conflicted.

My breathing is so fast and my body feels tired as well as overworked. That is bad enough, but my emotions are driving me to insanity. I feel the weird feeling of wanting this asshole to do more to me. To let loose and have fun, even if it means a few slaps and abuse. To finally be taken not like a lady, but as a sex toy. To experience something new and exciting.

"N-No...wait..." I try hard to say, forgetting about the gag in my mouth as the man removes my slacks. He's bent over now, hands on the waistband where he pulls them off all the way. Pulls them off to leave me completely bottomless.

The haze keeps me in my aroused state, knowing what is about to happen. My mind screams to not let this happen at how dangerous it is, but the haze keeps me docile. It prevents me from kicking or fighting, or even thinking. After all, I did promise to be good for him. To let him do as he wanted.

Oh hell, what am I even saying?!

The evil man steps to me, where out bodies touch. The way he presses against me makes me moan again, as I can feel the passion in him. The lust. How he really wants me. Wants my body. Wants my soul. Wants to be able to do whatever he wants.

A scared yelp comes out of me as he reaches down and puts his hands between my legs. There his hands grab at the back of my thighs in a harsh and mean way, where I feel his fingernails dig in as they get a grip. Then he starts to lift his hands while still holding me, forcing my legs up.

"I'm ready for my Kitty Kat Christmas," the man says still in a singsong manner. Again, I can feel the evil in that voice, along with his lust. I can feel how he wants to do nothing but fuck me silly.

I again shake my head no in reaction as he lifts both of my legs off the ground. The vines again keep me upright as I hang from my hands, but the spreads my legs as he lifts so they are on either side of him. Where I am helpless in the best, worst way as my pussy is so vulnerable.

Oh dear. He's already pulled his pants down. I know this because I feel what is clearly his hard cock pressing against my skin. I feel it throbbing with hardness, knowing it is about to get to play. It is silly, but I swear I feel the meanness of that cock, where it is excited to get to violate me like this.

I don't know why, but I keep shaking my head as if begging him to stop as he grabs hold of his manhood and positions it against my pussy. That logical part of me keeps reacting, even if my body is in full control. And my body wants this.

There's no teasing, no rubbing his cock up and down nor slapping my slit. He simply presses the head of his cock between my pussy lips, positioning it perfectly. Positions it as it should be, preparing for what he has to do.

Time seems to downright stop as he pushes his manhood inside of me. The violation I feel, combined with the pleasure, mixed with the helplessness and humiliation all serve to make my mind feel wiped. All of it hits me at once, making my body feel truly alive for the first time, ever. It doesn't even matter that I feel the tree leaving light scratches on my bare back. It doesn't even matter that he's a crazy, weirdo stranger. It doesn't even matter if my entire workplace is watching this.

The stranger presses his body all the way against mine, allowing his cock to go in so deep inside me. It slides in easy at how aroused I am, my pussy basically greeting it as it enters me. And as he buries his cock in me, I can only moan and try to arch my back, overwhelmed by the feeling. Overwhelmed by wanting his large cock to go as far as it can.

I'm pinned against the tree, with him holding onto the tree for leverage. And it's like this he pulls his hips back and then thrusts forward, sliding his cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in me. My legs are held up by him, ensuring he's able to go deeper than normal as he twists my body into this unnatural position.

The feeling of him bare backed inside me, parting my insides makes me yelp a loud and wild yelp. It's so hard of a thrust I feel my tits bounce from it. Where my back scrapes against the tree in the most blissful of pains.

The evil bastard does it again, pulls his hips back only to thrust hard inside my sex as if he owns it. And again I moan my yelp as the friction is unlike anything I've felt. For I've never been in this position for sex, nor have I ever been so helpless. But now that I am, it's like a new world is opened, making me feel brand new. Making me feel like there's a hidden world out there for me, and I'm finally seeing it.

"Fucking the kitty kat, fucking the kitty kat," the man tries to sing as he fucks me. Over and over he pulls his hips back, just to slam into me, sending that beautiful cock deep inside with a thud against my body. Each time he thrusts, I moan and moan, not believing how hot or fun this could be. Where I feel the lewd way my tits bounce and it makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel like I could be the most popular porn star ever.

I am both ashamed and not to admit that I begin to help him rape me. I lift my body with my hands as he pulls his hips back, then I rock my hips and drop down as he thrusts into me, making the impact even greater. For I love the feeling of being fucked like this. Where it feels like he's beating my pussy. That it isn't just sex, but punishment.

It barely takes a minute before I cum again. Only this time my orgasm is uncontrollable. It races forward with no chance of stopping it or slowing it down.

I start to howl and wail as the waves of pleasure come, because this time they are too much. My mind feels like it snaps as the first wave hits, overpowering me. It makes me see bright white instead of the darkness of my shirt. Where my body jerks and bucks against my bonds as the pleasure is too great.