Rape in the office

When I was leaving work, my boss, Benis, asked me to stay and work overtime, which made me feel a little awkward. Last weekend, I got completely drunk at the company party, and I think Benis took me home. The next morning, I found myself naked in bed, with only a stocking half-pulled off one leg, and my underwear scattered on the bedroom floor and windowsill. I was terrified; my mind was racing, and I couldn't remember anything from the night before. So I took a day off and spent the whole day in my apartment overthinking. I remember that at the party, we started with soft drinks, non-alcoholic. Later, we played games, and I lost a few times, so I had two beers and a small sip of red wine, and then I remembered nothing. Could those drinks really make someone so drunk? But then I thought, Benis is from the German headquarters, here to manage sales in China, and he's a typical handsome Western man; he's usually very friendly to his subordinates, and a group of young women in the company idolize him. Would someone like that do something so despicable?
These past two days, I've been afraid to see him; I always feel awkward. He asked me to stay and work overtime today, and I wanted to take this opportunity to get to the bottom of things.
I walked into his office, but unexpectedly, he grabbed me from behind, pinned me to the large desk, and started tearing at my clothes. I was terrified, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me. I was stunned for a minute before I came to my senses and began to struggle desperately. My top was already off, leaving me only in my bra. Benis lifted my skirt and started taking off my pantyhose and underwear. I was pressed down on the desk by him and couldn't get up, so I could only hold onto the stockings and underwear tightly with my hands. At the same time, I cried out, "What are you doing! Don't do this..."
Benis ignored me and tried to pry my hands apart, which were only holding up my underwear.
"Help... let me go, someone help me..." Suddenly, I remembered that Benis's office was very soundproof, and my cries for help wouldn't attract anyone's attention. "Let me go, or I'll report you!" I turned my head and glared at Benis, gritting my teeth as I said.
Benis laughed twice and said in broken Chinese, "Tell me? Haha, let me show you something." He then turned and opened a closet, revealing a flat-screen TV. I immediately turned and grabbed my shirt, which had been thrown on the floor, and hastily put it on, tears sticking to my face. The TV screen lit up, showing the scene of me seeking a promotion from Wang at mbdbm, my boss and department head. In the video, she told me, "I can't make the decision about promotions; it's the company's management that decides. I can only recommend." So I asked her to recommend me. She agreed and hinted, "Actually, the key person is Benis from the German headquarters. Try to get to know him better; it will help."
Then the scene shifted to my home, clearly showing the scene of Benis taking me home. I was looking wanton, clinging to Benis.
"Olivib, you slept with me for a promotion, didn't you?" Benis asked, casually groping my breasts and buttocks.
"Mmm, come quick... I want..." I actually answered like that in the video!
"You, want, what?"
"Sex... hurry..."
"What is sex?"
"Put it in there, mmm... hurry..." I answered in a daze.
The following scene is me and Benis having sex.
I was stunned, "That's not how it is, you must have gotten me drunk and raped me!"
"You, you only drank a little bit of alcohol, the people in the company can all testify."
"Then, you must have drugged me!" I've heard of drugs that can make women aroused.
"Do you, do you have any proof?" Benis said, getting up and lunging at me.
I tried to resist, but I didn't succeed. His 190cm tall, strong body felt like a mountain pressing down on me. He tried to pin me to the table from behind, and I took the opportunity to stomp hard on his foot with the heel of my high heel. When he released me in pain, I ran towards the door.
The door was locked, and I was heartbroken. At that moment, Benis grabbed my ankle and yanked me to the ground. He then slapped me twice across the face; the pain made my vision blur and I felt dizzy. After a while, I felt the burning pain on my face. My shirt was completely ripped open, and I could only desperately clutch my pantyhose and underwear to prevent him from violating my genitals.
Benis completely lost his patience, hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, and forcefully spread them apart, tearing the crotch of my pantyhose. I tried to tighten my legs, turned around, and crawled forward, trying to escape his clutches. Benis grabbed my underwear from behind and, using my momentum, ripped it backward. I felt a chill; my genitals were completely exposed to him.
I cried and huddled in the corner, begging Benis to let me go, saying I didn't want the promotion. Benis then took a camera from a drawer and started taking pictures of me incessantly. My upper body was naked, and I was only wearing pantyhose, the crotch of which, along with my underwear, was torn into strips. One of my black high heels had been kicked off during the struggle. If my relatives and friends saw me like this, I would never be able to face them again. I could only hug my legs tightly, bury my face behind my knees, and sob sadly.
I couldn't let them know. I picked up the photos from the ground, covering my exposed breasts with one hand and my lower body with the other, and slowly walked to the shredder, stuffing the photos in.
"I...I can...this time with you." I couldn't help but cry again, sobbing for a while, and continued, "But this must not be known to anyone else, and you must give me the negatives and the videotapes."
Benis laughed loudly, regaining his usual gentle demeanor, walked to my side, handed me a handkerchief, and said in Chinese, "Okay, okay, as long as you make me comfortable, I'll do whatever you want, even give you a promotion." After saying that, he helped me tidy my disheveled hair and wiped away my tears. Then he brought me a new women's uniform to change into. My mind was in turmoil, and my brain was blank. Benis took out another pack of stockings from the drawer and told me to change into them. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I said, "Give me back the video and photos first."
Without a word, Benis ejected a DVD from the player under the TV and handed me the camera he had just used to take the photos. He said in German, "Here's the camera; the photos are all in there. There's only one copy of the video.
" "Where's the original video?" I asked. "
The video was shot with a direct-cut VCR, and the content was directly written to the disc, so this is the original," Benis explained. Seeing my skepticism, he showed me the VCR.
I didn't know what to do next, so I whispered, "What do you want from me now?"
Benis smiled and said, "Put on the stockings first, then go get me a cup of coffee."
I had no choice but to turn around, take off my torn stockings and underwear, and put on the stockings he handed me. They were black stockings with no elastic at the top, requiring garters. It was my first time wearing these stockings, and I was a little curious, but the garter belt required lifting my skirt to put it on, and I wasn't wearing underwear, which made me very embarrassed. I wanted to go out and change, but Benis wouldn't allow it. After hesitating for a while, I pulled down my newly put-on uniform skirt a little, put on the garter belt, and then pulled the skirt up again to connect the stockings to the garter belt. I turned to get the CD and camera.
Benis stopped me in German, saying: "You can only take them after you've finished doing these things with me. "
I had no choice but to turn around and leave. A little while later, the coffee was ready, and I brought it into his office.
"Remember to knock next time," Benis said in Chinese, his attitude as kind as ever. I was a little amused and put the coffee on his desk.
"Is there anything else?"
Hearing Benis ask this, I stood there, somewhat bewildered. In just a short while, he seemed like a different person, as if what had just happened had never occurred.
Seeing my lack of reaction, Benis glanced at the camera on the table.
I mumbled, "To prevent IVBN and my parents from seeing those photos and videos..."
Before I could finish, Benis interrupted me rudely in German: "It's about a promotion. You're begging me, not threatening me. Remember, you need to make me comfortable before we can discuss anything. Be smart. Go back out and knock!"
I bit my lower lip, fighting back tears, and turned to knock on the door with my coffee. This German might be a psychopath.
This time, I tried my best to comply, hoping to end things quickly.
"I want a promotion."
"That's decided by the various managers. Besides, compared to the other candidates, what makes you particularly outstanding?" Benis retorted.
Extremely embarrassed, I could only brazenly say, "I'm willing to do anything."
"What does that mean?"
"I...I..." I stammered, completely unable to guess what Benis wanted. Seeing his impatient expression, as if he wanted to kick me out, I gritted my teeth and said, "I can use my body... I can use my body... to satisfy you."
"You mean, can we have sex?"
"Yes..." At this moment, I felt my face burning red.
"Do you like me?" Benis asked again.
"Yes." I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Why do you like me?"
I thought to myself, this guy is such a pervert, I'm so unlucky.
"You're very handsome... many girls in the company idolize you... me too." I felt like my face was about to boil over.
"Olivib, actually I've always liked you. If you like me too, then I'll do my best to help you with your promotion." After saying that, he stood up and walked towards me. I involuntarily took a step back, and he pulled me into his arms. Benis rubbed my breasts through my shirt, and his other hand reached into my skirt.
"You weren't wearing underwear? Did you plan this all along?"
I felt incredibly wronged. He was the one who tore my underwear, yet he accused me of seducing him.
He laid me flat on the sofa and gently removed all my clothes, leaving only my stockings and garter belt. I closed my eyes tightly, clutching my breasts, letting him do as he pleased.
"So beautiful," Benis said as he took off his own clothes, removing one of my shoes and kissing my way up from my sole to my calf and then to my thigh, through the stockings. His other hand caressed the inside of my other thigh. This was my erogenous zone, and Benis's touch aroused me. Then Benis kissed my genitals, even sticking out his tongue to lick my vulva. I quickly covered myself with my hands, but he spread them apart, his tongue moving in and out of my vagina. I felt incredibly itchy all over, my lower body felt terribly empty, and I desperately wanted something to fill it. I gripped the sofa tightly, trying not to make a sound. After licking for a while, he kissed my lower abdomen, breasts, and neck, finally reaching my lips. While kissing me, one hand massaged my labia and clitoris, then inserted his fingers into my vagina, while his other hand pulled my hand to grasp his penis. I was breathless from his kisses, my vagina overflowing from his fingers, my already chaotic mind now completely blank, leaving me no choice but to let him do as he pleased. When my bones were completely weak, he stopped, turned, buried his head between my legs, and kissed my vulva while holding my buttocks. His penis, erect through my underwear, pressed tightly against my lips.
Benis inserted his tongue into my vagina, swirling it left and right, his mouth occasionally sucking on my labia. I gradually lost control, a spasm washing over me, my legs clamping tightly around Benis's head, vaginal fluid gushing out as I reached orgasm. A moment later, Benis got up and pulled me up. My legs went weak and I collapsed into his arms, my white breasts pressed tightly against his abdominal muscles. Benis scooped me up and carried me out of the office. I was startled. I was naked from the waist up, wearing only a garter belt, stockings, and one shoe—the other had been taken off and tossed onto the sofa when Benis kissed my feet. Although I knew the company was empty, being in my usual public office like this was psychologically unacceptable. I struggled to get off Benis, asking in terror, "What are you doing?"
Benis replied in German: "Don't worry, no one's in the company. Don't move, or I'll be very unhappy, and everything we just did will be for nothing. "
I dared not move, clinging tightly to his neck, my heart pounding, wondering where he was taking me. Benis turned a corner and carried me to the conference room, placing me on the long wool carpet in the center. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the carpet, making it warm and cozy. Benis stripped off all his clothes, and as he pulled down his underwear, his penis sprang out—long and thick—covered by the pantyhose I had just taken off, the ones he'd ripped at the crotch! His penis was inserted into one leg of the pantyhose, the patch of pantyhose touching his penis was wet. He slowly removed the pantyhose from his penis, cupped it to his face, and took a deep breath. Like someone taking drugs, he let out a satisfied groan. Then he threw the pantyhose at my face and ordered me to put it back on. I felt disgusted, but dared not disobey, only hoping to finish with him quickly so this would all end immediately.
I was wearing a pair of suspender stockings, why did I have to wear these ripped pantyhose on top? As I thought this, I lifted my leg to put it into the pantyhose, but Benis stopped me. "
Put it on your upper body," he said.
"What?" I was completely confused. "
Put your head into the tear and put it on like a pullover," Benis said.
"No!" He actually made such a perverted demand.
I don't want to repeat myself, our agreement is that you have to completely satisfy me this once! Benis roared.
I hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to do as he said and put the torn pantyhose over my upper body. My head peeked out from the torn crotch of the stockings, the waistband of the stockings just covering my breasts, and my arms were inside the two stockings, because the back of the stockings was closed to cover my toes, so my hands couldn't go out. What was most uncomfortable was that the semen that Benis had ejaculated inside his penis when he put the stockings on was now stuck to the back of my left hand.
"Great!" Benis growled, his penis throbbed a few times, and he pounced on me like a hungry wolf. He grabbed my wrists with both hands, his penis pressed against my genitals, and he used his mouth to tear and bite my breasts through the pantyhose, ruthlessly ravaging them. I was in excruciating pain from his actions, tears streaming down my face. My wrists were pinned down, preventing me from moving, so I could only plead, "Don't do this, please, be gentle, ah, it hurts..."
Benis ignored me, ravaging my breasts like a wolf tearing at its prey, then tearing at my arms and the stockings on my forearms with his teeth. Suddenly, he thrust forward forcefully, his penis, which had been pressing against my vaginal opening, plunging inside. A tearing sensation almost made me faint. I cried out, "Ah...it hurts so much..."
I squeezed my legs together, trying to expel his penis, but Benis spread them apart with his knees. I was pinned to the white wool carpet in a starfish position by Benis, the soft warmth on my back and the tearing pain in my chest and lower body rushing into my mind, making it impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
Amid my cries, Benis began to thrust roughly, each stroke penetrating deeply, reaching my cervix. The initial, unbearable pain in my vagina was gradually replaced by an even greater sensation—a feeling of immense satisfaction and fullness. Every friction between his penis and the walls of my vagina sent waves of pleasure rushing to my brain. I felt as if my soul had detached from my body, soaring freely in warm clouds. I had never experienced this feeling with my boyfriend, Zhang Dong.
Benis raped me until I reached orgasm twice. Suddenly, he withdrew his penis, and my vagina contracted violently, gushing out vaginal fluid, some of it landing on my thighs and feet. Benis changed positions, making me lie face down with my buttocks raised high, and he penetrated me from behind. My vaginal fluid sizzled with each thrust, flowing down my thighs, soaking my stockings and the wool carpet. I could no longer restrain myself and began to moan ecstatically.
For a moment, I moaned and groaned, the sounds of friction inside my vagina and the slapping of Benis's abdomen against my buttocks filled the conference room.
I climaxed again, and as my fourth orgasm approached, Benis noticeably increased the speed of his thrusts, each one faster than the last, each one hitting my cervix hard. After about thirty thrusts, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated a stream of hot, thick semen all over my face, landing on my eyes, nose, and mouth, with some even getting into my eyes. My nostrils and mouth were covered in semen, making it difficult to breathe, and I had to use the stockings I was wearing on my hands to wipe it away.

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