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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Flash of Desire Tournament
- It competes against Jane in the final match
- Theme: Every Man For Himself
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Top job
Samantha Edwards, was eloquent, smart and rather pretty. On top of that she was hell of a sales woman. At the moment she was all but confirmed as the next VP of Sales of Binford Tools. I looked down and saw her lying naked on her belly, legs lewdly spread.
I had made sure that the ropes binding her ankles to the bed posts kept her spread open as far as possible. Her comfort had been at zero concern for me. Two pillows that I had shoved under her belly, kept her snatch and ass nice and elevated, and her head down. There was very little dignity in this position, but it wasn’t intended to. Samantha surely would have used her big words to tell me how little she cared for being exhibited like this. But her mouth and throat were currently fighting with the massive black dildo, that I had shoved in there. She ought to be familiar with it, after all I had found it in her bed side table, when I tossed her place. Little Mrs. Edwards was a size queen. That plastic monstrosity made my own eight inch appear puny, I just doubted she had ever deep throated it before.
Perhaps I need to go a bit further back in my relationship with Samantha. We both work for Binford, she is the sales manager at the West Coast, and I’m for the South East. It had become rapidly evident that after old man Taylor’s retirement the VP job would go to either me or Samantha. We both ran our territory with high Efficiency. But Samantha could sell refrigerators to Eskimos. Relying on the old rule, if you have the choice between to equally good systems, buy the one with the bigger tits.
The board had invited Samantha to give a presentation on strategy for all regional managers. She had been looking all professional in her starched white blouse and gray power suit. The presentation had been all big words, full of corporate buzzwords. Some of them still did resonate with me.
“You have to go the extra mile”
I had traveled several thousand of them, to Samantha’s house in California. A nicely remote house without close neighbors. The Binford 2000 crowbar made short work of the lock on the kitchen door. I found her lounging in sweatpants and t-shirt on a couch. Overpowering her took no effort at all, in pretty much no time I had slapped her around some and ripped the clothes of her body. Dragging her into her bedroom where I tied her down. I reached between her legs, feeling her cleft as well as her pubic hair.
“Don’t worry love, I’ll take care of that before we done.” Meaningfully I also stroked the tresses of her long brown hair. “That too”
I ransacked her bedroom, throwing around her clothes and pulling out drawers. I found several sex toys, including Sam’s big black friend, and a snub-nosed revolver. Unloading the gun and dropping it next to her face as a reminder of its uselessness for her protection. One of the bullets I pushed halfway past her sphincter. If I went any further she would be able to shit bullets.
“Soft target are great and should be explored wherever possible …”
And I did, Samantha was a dedicated horseback rider, causing her thighs to be very well toned, and they began to tremble as I brought her Hitachi wand against her clit. I had heard stories about this thing, but had written them of as tall tales, yet less than a minute off direct stimulation had dramatic effects on Samantha. Within 15 minutes I had her cumming 3 times, making a major mess between her thighs. And I told her, what kind of slut she was. Her response was understandably muffled.
When I slipped into her sex, she was soaking wet, and her pussy swallowed my cock with a very wet sound. She was a good fuck, and I told her. I told her also that I would fuck her seven ways from Sunday. A promise I did keep, after shaving her coochie, I told her how much more like a whore she looked all bald. At this point she was sobbing uncontrollably, cutting off her luscious hair had sent her into a frenzy.
“… sometimes we have to go were it hurts.”
For my last act before leaving her I took the dildo out of her mouth. I wanted to be able to hear her. Not wanting to lay the toy covered in her slobber onto the ground, I instead inserted it into her pussy. And despite having routed her repeatedly over the last few hours, it did not fully fit. Or not until I gave it a good push with the flat of my foot. At this point she was so wasted that this only caused a pained groan. Yet life returned to her when I emptied a tube of lube on her asshole, and replacing the bullet with something of a much bigger caliber. The shrieks of terror and pain, that I heard when I fucked her ass were like the sweetest music to me.
I left her with cum running out of her holes, still tied to her bed. Samantha Edwards would not be able to run her own life in the months to come, much less a major division of a company. Sometimes a man has to make his own luck.
On my way to the highway I passed a biker bar, and decided it would be nice to have some dinner and make sure Samantha would get found. Waiting for my steak, I went to the restroom and wrote at the door of a stall the date and the message “Free Pussy at 134 Oakdale Drive”.
While I ate, a group of men hastily get to their bikes after coming back from the restroom. Want to make a guess where they go?
The End
