Chapter 8
Livia proved herself an invaluable asset to the firm of Addison and Wentworth. As a result of the way she convinced other men to seduce her, in less than a month she had brought in four new large clients. Her husband, more than satisfied that she was not only good for the business, but was capable and efficient, felt it was time for him to take vacations he had been unable to take in the past, not being able to trust his partner. He knew Livia would keep a careful eye on the man. What was more, Roger Wentworth was aware of that fact that she was watching him, and by now realized there was no chance for him to siphon any company funds off into a private account as he had initially planned on doing when Addison had retired.
In order to compensate him somewhat for the fact that he was unable to rob the firm, Livia occasionally went to bed with the man—but just occasionally, because she wanted to make certain his appetite for her was as sharp as ever.
Livia was on friendly terms with Sam, the so-called main man of the quintet that had worked her over and had taken her virginity the night Forrest Cameron had convinced her to take up "cigar-smoking." On occasion, when her husband was away, and there were no clients to seduce, and she didn't feel like using Roger Wentworth, Livia called Sam to come to the house where she balled up a storm with him.
There was only one person in this entire chain who was totally unhappy, and that was Forrest Cameron. He was still working at the same old job, and though his pay had increased, it wasn't nearly as much as it would have been had he been promoted to the presidency of the firm, as he had expected. As a senior vice president he was making less than half of what he had expected to earn. As far as Forrest was concerned, he should have been president, and it was all Livia's fault.
Livia was visiting the office where she used to work as a bookkeeping secretary. She didn't know why she was visiting the office, except that she felt that her life had been a happy merry-go-round ever since that fateful night she had dated Forrest Cameron, and since it was a merry-go- round, it was only right she return to where she had started.
Her place had been taken by a skinny little blonde, attractive enough, though she had small breasts and almost no hips. Her name was Alisande, which sounded exotic enough, even if the girl herself wasn't.
Livia felt like getting a few digs into Cameron. True, she owed what she had to him, but when he had dragged her into this, he hadn't done so for her benefit, but rather for his own. Now she intended taunting him a little. So she went into the small private office where he had his desk, and she sat herself in his chair, and asked that the latest sets of books be brought to her so she would be able to look them over.
Cameron, himself, brought the books in, shutting the door behind him. He dropped them on the desk, then walked over to the large sofa off to the right, and sat.
"What's the matter, Livia, don't trust me?" he mocked, angrily.
"Should I?" she asked. "The last time I trusted you, I went through the worst rape a woman ever suffered."
"Obviously you didn't learn too much from that lesson," he snapped.
"Just what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaping to her feet and walking over to where he was standing.
"It means," he told her, "That what was done once, can be done again, and again. You got the brass ring, Livia, but it doesn't mean that the carousel has stopped. You can go around all over again."
"Suppose you clarify that," she snapped.
"Simple," he retorted. "You owe your success to me. You owe everything you have to me, but I haven't benefited from it, have I. Well I figure the time has come for me to benefit a little," be insisted, undoing the front of his brown tweed jacket.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"Well," he told her, "To be frank, I'm about to quit this firm. I've hunted around, and I got me a good offer from a competitor. But since I started all this with you, I figure I'm going to end it with you, honey. Only this time I'm not going to settle for a simple blowjob."
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"You're out of your mind if you think you can force me to do anything," she snapped at him.
"Watch me!" he told her, and suddenly he reached right out and tore her expensive silk blouse from her body. "I'm the reason why you have expensive clothes, Livia. I, in essence gave it all to you, so I'm the one who can take it all away."
"You're insane!"
"Am I? Look, cunt, I own you, got it? Maybe you're married to the former big boss, and maybe you're a wheel in the company yourself, but I own you, twat."
Livia went to the intercom and pressed a button, saying, "Frank, come in here, and bring Alisande with you. I want witnesses."
"If you think that's gonna save you from what I have in mind," Cameron told her, "you're sadly mistaken."
The door opened, and a blond-haired man walked in with the mousey-looking yellow-haired girl.
"Mr. Cameron is trying to attack me," she told them. "I want you both as witnesses."
"Yeah," Cameron laughed. "You two stay as witnesses. Besides, everyone else has just about gone for the day anyway."
"Why?" Livia demanded.
"Because I gave orders that the next time you showed your face here, Frank was to send everyone home. How come you didn't sent her home, too?" he asked Frank.
"She's on our side," Frank said. "She wants to go to the other firm with us. I figured she might be of some help if Mrs. Addison resists."
"What's going on here?" Livia gasped, her hands across her brassiere-covered breasts.
"It's not was going on, but what's coming off," Frank told her. He was tall, with shaggy yellow hair, and a rough-looking face. "Just take it easy and don't fight Forrest."
"I'll have the police here," Livia snapped, going to the phone.
"You've gone too far," Cameron retorted, ripping the receiver out of her hand and jamming it back on its cradle. "The time has come for you to discover that I collect what's owed to me—either in cash or in flesh. Since you're obviously not about to give it to me in cash, I'll take it outta your hide."
At that moment the man reached out and literally tore her brassiere from her body. Before she was able to fight back, Livia felt him grab one of her nipples and tweak it.
"Stop!" she shouted. "You're hurting me!"
But Cameron ignored her, shoving her hands aside so he was able to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples all the time, making them turn a shade of reddish tan.
Despite her anger—or possibly because of it, Livia suddenly felt electric watts of forbidden pleasure shooting through her entire body. The razor-like arrow points of pleasure-pain stung her swelling nipples, and she felt the flames of wanton lust building in the core of her cunt. Yet she loathed this kind of brutality, and loathed Forrest Cameron.
"Don't lie to me," Cameron snapped. "You like the feel of it, and what's more you know it, honey."
"I'll say," Alisande smiled. "I know I like when you touch me."
"Remember, honey, this is one man who carries a really big stick. In case you've forgotten, have a look," and suddenly there was the whisper of a zipper being pulled down as be quickly removed his pants.
Livia tried to use the opportunity to run, but Cameron was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the arm and hurled her helpless body to the carpeted floor, and laughed out loud.
When Livia kicked out at him, he grabbed her by her ankle. He still had his boxer shorts on, but Livia was able to see the powerful throbbing stiffness of his huge erection.
She continued to struggle to try and free herself, but all the while uncontrolled sensations of seething lust were building in her vaginal depths. Hot secretions were already seeping from within her.
She turned to Frank and Alisande for help, but was even more terrified when she realized Frank also had a king-sized erection. He was lasciviously massaging it now as he kept his eye on all that was happening.
Then there was that skinny blonde, Alisande. The look on her face told Livia to expect no sympathy from her. Rather she regarded Livia's body with a certain lust as Cameron finished by tearing the rest of her clothing off, revealing her totally naked body. She lay on the floor, not wanting to move.
"Get your ass up," Cameron commanded, gripping her by the wrist and hauling her to her feet.
He pulled her feminine form tightly against his own masculine body, and she felt a hot flush work its way through her as she became aware, once again, of the huge cock between his thighs.
"Hey, Frank," Cameron said to the blond-haired man. 'Why'nt you come ahead and join the fun?"
Livia was horrified as she became aware Frank had also undressed, and she was feeling another erect phallus pressing solidly into the crevice between her buttocks as the man gripped her chunky body from behind.
"Hey, Alisande, anytime you wanna become part of all this, you come ahead and join in," Cameron announced.
"No!" Livia shrieked. "No! Absolutely not! I'll have the three of you arrested for manhandling and raping me."
"You're not gonna say anything to anyone," Cameron snapped. "You do, and I'll send some friends of mine to beat the crap outta you. You remember Allen and Joel and Mike and Peter."
God! All over again? Round and around and around, just like on a carousel. This was getting more horrible by the moment. There seemingly was no escape for Livia.
If she moved forward, a thick cock pressed between her thighs. If she pulled back, a cock rubbed into the crevice between her asscheeks. Cameron was clinging very tightly to her, grinding his throbbing cock against her sodden cunt as Frank, behind her, reached around and began harshly massaging her breasts. Cameron, on the other hand, had shoved his hands down to grip her asscheeks, and once again her body began its betrayal, for she was so aroused, that nothing her mind said to her physical self was being heeded by her flesh. Common sense told her to try and get out as quickly as possible. After all, even though she had come full circle and was back to Forrest Cameron, now she was ostensibly the one in power. But her body simply responded to the wild sensations streaming through it as she continued struggling, her physical being magnificently imprisoned between the two lust-stiffened shafts of throbbing masculine flesh and blood.
"For God's sake, leave me alone!" she cried out. "Leave me alone!" But the heat from her body betrayed the fact that her protests were mere vocalizations, and nothing more.
Dear God! What was wrong with her? Why did she always respond so readily, even when she detested the men involved? She should never have come here by herself in the first place, and certainly not without some sort of bodyguard. In the future, she would ask her husband to assign Sam to her as a full-time bodyguard. He would protect her from a scum like Forrest Cameron, and when she did have the urge to fuck, Sam, with his prosthetic penis, would always be ready—never tiring.
She shuddered a she realized there was no way to help how she inwardly felt. She ought to have felt some kind of shame, but didn't. Granted, she hated this man, as well as the man behind her, yet her body was thrilled and aroused, automatically responding to what was taking place at the moment. In order to salve what little conscience she did have left, she made one final effort to free herself.
With every last ounce of strength in her roundular body, she did her best to struggle free from the tight grasp of the two men whose fingers were clamped solidly on her body. But as the moments passed, she realized she was as helpless as a fly in a spiders web.
Cameron was only tugging her closer to him so that the fullness of her swollen breasts were flattened against his nakedly hairy chest. All the while the full length of his lasciviously stiffened penile probe pressed solidly into her feminine cleft. Then he jammed a hand between her tantalizing thighs, playing for just a few seconds at the sensitive flesh of her white, inner thigh, creeping under the elastic legband of her panties, which, with her skirt, were still on her body. Despite her futile struggle to free herself, Livia felt Cameron's hand find its way into the moist center of her heated vagina.
"No! Oh No!" she cried, but as the man's thumb passed over her tinglingly erect clitoris, another sound escaped from between her lips. It was a deep, long, animal moan of wanton pleasure. "Hhhhhbaaaannnhhhh!"
Searing fire flared heatedly through the center of her bubbling pussy and her yearning belly once again felt an aching to be filled with cock, not caring whose cock. She opened her mouth, thinking to protest again, and was astounded that when sounds did come out, they were sounds of total wanton pleasure. "Ooooonnnhhh!"
In a single powerful motion, as he had torn her blouse and brassiere from her, so now did the man rip her skirt and fragile bikini panties, along with her half-slip from her body, leaving her standing there with only a garter belt and stockings on. Livia felt more exposed now than ever before.
Alisande merely stood, watching. From the gleam in her eye it was obvious that even if she had never witnessed a rape before. Alisande was getting definite pleasure from what she was presently seeing. She also felt Frank's lustful eyes taking in her backside.
"Jesus!" Frank muttered. "This has to be the most perfect ass in the world. I mean, it's big, but not too big. It's round, it's firm, it shakes and shivers, really cushioned."
Cameron grabbed her by her shoulders and literally forced her to her knees on the floor, saying, "Now we'll see who's boss around here, bitch. Suppose you lie down on your back, right there."
Livia was filled with anger. The humiliation was supposed to be over and done with, and yet here was the man who had started her shame degrading her all over gain. The other men had worked her over because they'd been given the job of doing so—breaking her in for Addison and Wentworth so to speak. They had done such a good job, she was not Mrs. Addison, and supposedly would seen be the senior partner in this firm. Yet these people, still, for the moment, her employees, were abusing her.
It wasn't even as if Cameron really wanted her for her body. He merely wanted to humiliate her. His own pride had been wounded, and so he was taking it all out on her. Granted, he was claiming to be teaching her some kind of lesson—letting her know he regarded himself as being boss, but the simple truth was, he was using and abusing her.
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This was the first time Livia actually felt shame. Before it had been humiliation, because she had been taken advantage of as an innocent. This time she was no innocent, but by the same token an inferior had started manhandling her, for Cameron was definitely an inferior in every way she knew. Now she lay here on the floor, her hardened nipples revealing to this horrible man her overpowering and wanton desire. Her sparse brown vaginal hair was already sodden with the love-juices pouring from her cunt.
She was totally powerless to resist, not merely because he was stronger than she, but because he had already aroused the prurience in her to such an extent, she was anxious for cock. She was Cameron's captive; the captive on the carousel of lust.
Cameron was strutting around totally naked now, his throbbing cock standings before him like a bowsprit. His body was firm, harder than a rock. If his cock was only second or third as far as length and breadth was concerned, it was still much longer and thicker than the so-called average penis. But his muscular body was far-above average.
He stroked the huge penis. The throbbing head of his cock turned a richer, redder shade of magenta, and his bloated testicles swung between his legs.
Turning her head, she saw Frank stroking his own cock with its bright red tip, as well. She knew both men intended using her, and though she ought to have been repelled by the thought, she wasn't. Frank had quite a large cock too, but it didn't quite match the length and breadth of the one sticking out from between Cameron's thighs. It was as if Cameron was using his huge cock to signify his dominance of everyone in the room. It was his ruling scepter.
"You're going to get it every which way possible today," he told Livia. "What's more, this time I'm going to be the back- door man. I'll bet you've never been assfucked with a cock as thick as mine."
He roared with laughter, seeing the look of terror on the brown-haired woman's face. Livia sneered angrily, "You disgust me!"
Pretending to be something of a gallant gentleman, Cameron stepped to one side and bowed to Frank, saying, "Her cunt is yours."
Frank fell to the floor, his hands eager and powerful as his fingers dug into her inner thighs and wrenched them apart, shoving his knees in between to keep her from clamping them together. He was crouching above her delectably helpless body, pressing the hot length of his pulsating cock against her slightly rounded belly, one of his hands harshly rubbing her full right breast, the fingers of his other hand teasing at the pink flanges of her sparse-haired cunt.
"Frank," she gasped. "Frank, don't do this! Don't let him con you into raping me. You know I'll get even sooner or later."
"Not you have an accident and fall out of a window you won't," Cameron snapped at her.
"Don't be an ass," Frank said to Cameron. "It's one thing to fuck the lady. Hell! Even if she did talk, who'd believe she was raped. Even now, she has a reputation among the company's customers of being the best fuck in creation. I'll be glad to fuck her with you, but I ain't gonna let you do nothing to hurt her."
"All right, all right," Cameron snorted. "It's just that I don't dig being shortchanged by a dumb cunt who was supposed to help me advance, and instead, leap-frogged over me and took my place."
"She's more of an asset to the company than you, Forrest," Frank told him. "Face it! So let's fuck her, then get the hell outta here."
"Fine with me," Cameron nodded.
"No!" Livia wailed in horror.
But the more she struggled, the more tightly Frank held her pinned to the floor, confident she would shortly stop her struggling. His fingers continued stroking her seething pussy, watching as passion began taking total control of her, listening to the throaty gasps of wanton pleasure escaping from her throat.
Livia pressed her elbows into the floor and lifted her head up, staring at the swollen blue-veined length of throbbing cock attached to Frank as he rubbed it against her desire-inflamed belly. As total as her shame was, Livia knew she was aching to feel the full length of that pussy-stretcher ram itself into the searing depths of her anxiously aroused inner gulf. Despite knowing she was once again being observed, she was aroused, and once aroused, there was no way of holding her back.
Frank began probing with two fingers into her sodden center, making her writhe all the more sensuously now, and despite herself, she was squirming her hips in obscene undulations, her mouth parted hungrily as she stared at the burgeoning phallic length.
"Hey, you really want me to fuck you, don't you, boss-lady," Frank said, staring at her. "I can see by the look on your face you can't wait to feel the full length of my cock in the seething depths of your tight belly. I'm right, aren't I?"
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"No!" she screamed, refusing to verbally acknowledge what she was inwardly feeling. "It's just not true."
Looking at Cameron, Frank smiled, then turned back to Livia and said, "Well, then, let's just forget the whole thing." He withdrew his fingers from inside her cunt.
Suddenly Livia felt so terribly empty. Oh God! God! She had been aroused to the point where she needed a good, solid cock buried in the teeming center of her vagina.
"My God! No!" she gasped.
Frank was laughing now, as he said, "Well then, stop being the bitch and come right out and ask for what you want."
"Oh my God!" Livia gasped, moaning crazily now, her writhing cunt aching to be filled again and again. "Do it!"
"Do what?" Frank taunted.
"Your cock!" she told him. "I want your cock! I want you to fill me with every last inch of your cock!"
"You've got it," Frank assured her, and leaning forward, he pressed the blood- bloated head of his phallus against her wetly seeping vaginal lips. Turning to look at Forrest Cameron, be said, "See! She asked for it, so it can't be considered rape any longer!"
Livia felt her belly heaving in anticipation as obscene delight sparked its way through her. She felt the heated sponginess of his phallus part her aching vaginal labia. All she was able to think of at that particular moment was that she wanted to feel all of that cock fill her seething cunt with its steamy hardness.
Frank pushed his flat hip bones forward a little more, and his heavy cock-head- parted her cuntal lips a bit wider. Mewls of uncontrolled animal desire broke from her lips as the searing contact sent violent shudders of rampant pleasure raging madly through her quaking body.
He lay on top of her now, his body heavy, his muscular chest flattening the huge swells of her mamarial orbs; flattening them against her own chest as his pulsating hardness slowly, very slowly sank deeper and deeper into the seething wetness of her desperately clinging vaginal passage. In, in, in he went, until finally the full length of his throbbing cock slapped against the upraised globes of her tightly clenched-together asscbeeks.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.
The man's mood seemingly became more and more brutal, as if seeing his boss's submissiveness was all that was needed to bring out the beast in him.