Working overtime

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The day he forced himself on me was months after I had finally recovered my strength. That day, I stayed at the company because I was working overtime. Everyone else had either gone on dates or gone home to their husbands, wives, or children; they had all left. As I was considering whether to find a good man to date, I accidentally dropped my pen. I bent down to pick it up, but then I heard a sound behind me. I turned around but didn't see anyone. It was already night, so I was naturally a little uneasy.

Calming myself down, I reassured myself: It's okay! It's okay! Nothing's wrong!!

Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth, and the other hand went inside my collar, pulled down my bra, and began to grope my breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it was him, so I bit him hard. He released me in pain and cursed,

"You slut!!"

As I pushed my chair away to slip away, I tripped over a box. Before I could get up, he had already grabbed my waist from behind and pulled down my jeans and underwear with his other hand. I felt a chill on my buttocks, my private parts exposed to the air, and there was a man behind me. The thought immediately came to mind—sex?! My breathing quickened.

"You little slut! You want it now, don't you?!"

"No! I don't want it!!"

I answered resolutely. How could I let him have his way with me again and again?! How could I let him do whatever he wanted with this?!

"Stop pretending! Come on, let's have some fun!! There's no one else at the company! What are you being shy about?!" "Go to hell!!" "Oh! Still being stubborn!! Weren't you screaming like you were dying of pleasure in the stairwell last month?! Bring out that slut again!!" "I'm not... ah—" This lewd bastard!! He had already taken his penis out and was pressing it against my private parts, rubbing it against my vaginal opening. I desperately tried to tighten my thighs, but he only raised my waist higher, exposing my private parts nakedly in front of his penis, so he could have his way with just one thrust.

He ground and prodded me like a pestle grinding tofu, trying to whet my appetite and make me beg him to put it in quickly. Unfortunately for him, he miscalculated! I stubbornly refused to say "I want it," I only said—"No—no—" Even if my voice became softer and more panting, I would still say those two words:

No—I don't want it!

"Damn it! Whether you want it or not!! I'm going to have it!!" He seemed unable to hold back any longer, and thrust into my now narrowed vagina. That splitting pain once again brought back memories of my previous rapes. I screamed:

"Ah—"

He said with satisfaction:

"Not bad! So tight!! It doesn't feel like a hole that's been used multiple times!" He moved in and out, each thrust reminding me of fragments I hadn't been able to recall. Being raped, being gang-raped, and the feeling of those penises shaking inside my body.

"No—don't—"

"Damn it!! Still saying no at a time like this!!"

He yanked his penis out, pulled me up to face him, and my flushed cheeks showed that I had already fallen into another sexual climax. He chuckled lewdly, pulled my pants down to my calves, unbuttoned my shirt, picked up a pair of scissors, cut off my bra, and ripped it off. Then

he pushed me onto a chair. His push brought me back to my senses, but before I could even muster the strength to resist, he had already spread my legs and slid his penis into my vagina. Stimulated, I arched my back, and his mouth bit down on my nipple, burying his face in my breasts, letting his tongue roam and suck on them, leaving my breasts bruised and battered.

That was the upper body; the lower body was thrusting forcefully into my uterus. My lower body could barely withstand his powerful thrusts. I don't know what he was thinking!

That night, the entire company was filled with my moans. He didn't have a chance to say anything humiliating because he was relentlessly fucking me, his mouth biting and biting my neck all the way down to my chest. He played with me for so long that day that my whole body was exhausted. By the end, I didn't have the strength to moan anymore, and could only keep making soft, indistinct responses:

"Mmm—mmm—ah—ah—"

Finally, he didn't want me to make any more noise. He silenced me with a kiss, his penis slithering into my throat like a snake, wrapping around my tongue. My bruised breasts were now being served by his hands, being grabbed and pinched. His other hand was still pulling my thighs apart so he could continue to thrust into my vagina.

I don't remember much about what happened afterward. When I woke up, he was gone. My whole body was red and swollen, with a pool of sticky white fluid on my inner thighs, and some was still dripping from my vagina onto my underwear. I pulled my shirt up; I didn't want to wipe myself anymore. I just wanted to go home as soon as possible. I took out a spare sanitary napkin and stuck it to my underwear. I put my underwear on and then pulled my pants up. My lower abdomen felt strange; something kept leaking out. The sanitary napkin was there to stop it, so I thought it was okay. The problem was my top—I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were clearly visible through my shirt. What should I do?! Having no other options, I just went straight home.

Before leaving, I typed up a resignation letter and placed it on my boss's desk, indicating that I wouldn't be coming back starting tomorrow. How could I possibly endure this?! Because I had to work overtime for the next fifteen days.

[The End]

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