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Collected by Djian
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
Janet's Hard Lesson
Chapter 2
by Dawson
James Dawson (xx449094@anon.penet.fi)
(m+/f, nc, coercion)
Janet's Hard Lessons is the first of what may turn out to be a series
that centers around the theme of a voluptuous and elegant woman who
falls into the evil clutches of nasty men who, when they get the
opportunity to force a woman to do their bidding are reduced to their
most unfortunate instincts.
Janet's Hard Lessons
by James Dawson
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Chapter Two
Janet's heart pounded with fear as she watched the numbers light up on
the elevator- 9...10...11. She was almost to the point of panic. She
closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She had to calm down.
She had no choice.
Fear had gripped her as soon as she'd heard the voice on the
phone. It was that horrible man, that disgusting pervert who'd asked
her those unbelievable questions. Her mind could hardly deal with the
reality of what was happening- that she was under the orders of a man
she had never met, and whose introduction to her had been his seeing
her naked in a window. Because he was an "ass man," she'd had to turn
around to put her bottom on display. She felt a tremor go through her
as she put her hand up to cover her face.
This couldn't be happening.
The voice on the phone had been very specific. He told her
that she was expected to do everything she was told, to obey
precisely, every order. She had listened with trepidation as he had
given her directions where to go, which she assumed, was to the same
office building from which he had watched her. The thought made her
cringe.
She was to arrive at the building at 7:30pm, directly from
work, so she was in the same clothes, and to give her name to the
security guard. Then she was to take the elevator to the thirty-eighth
floor. She was to go left out of the elevator to the end of the hall,
turn right, and then go into the fourth door on the left, the one that
said "kitchen." There, she was to look for a note on the table that
would give her further instructions.
Her stomach lurched as she felt the elevator come to a stop. A
soft ping sounded as the doors opened up. She could hardly move.
Finally she stepped forward. There were no written signs, or any
indication as to where she was. It was just a hallway. It was totally
quiet. She followed her instructions and went down the hall. She
found the door that said "kitchen" and pushed it open.
It was just as the sign said, a large employee kitchen. Along
the wall in front of her, opposite the door, was a sink and a long
counter augmented by overhead cabinets and drawers. To the right of
the counter were four vending machines. Farther to the right was a
eating area with three long tables. Sitting on the middle table was a
brown paper bag. A note was attached with her name on it. She walked
up to it and picked it up and opened it.
"Dear Janet," it said. "How nice it will be to see you again."
She closed her eyes for a moment. She felt sick. She forced herself to
read on. "Please go back to the door, and put in the doorstop to keep
it open. Then, inside this bag you will find a blindfold. Please put
it on. Once secure, you are to turn and keep your back to the door and
count out loud to one hundred. Then, at one hundred, you are to take
your panties off and hold them with both hands behind your back. You
are to wait in that position until someone comes to give you further
instructions. You are to follow them without question."
Janet's head spun as she put down the note. She could just
imagine the picture she would be presenting- a sex toy just waiting to
be played with by anyone who came along. Anger and trepidation welled
up inside her. How could this have happened?
She opened the paper bag and looked inside. Sure enough, there
was a black blindfold, a long strip of cloth. She pulled it out. She
noticed something else, and let out a gasp as she saw what it was- a
tube of lubricant. She began to shake, and had to resist the impulse
to run. Her body quivered as she tried to calm herself. The hand
holding the bag trembled.
She turned and walked back over to the door and found the
doorstop on the ground. She opened the door and wedged it in place.
She cautiously looked out into the si, but saw no one. On wobbly legs,
she went back to the table and reassumed the position, standing at the
edge of it, with her back to the room. She held back the urge to panic
and picked up the blindfold. She slowly began to wrap it around her
head. She cringed as she felt the light go out as the material went
around her. Once in place, she took a deep breath and began to count.
She fought back the urge to scream as her frustration welled up.
"One...t...two...th...three..." she called out as she began.
Her voice quivered with emotion as she counted.
She stopped suddenly at thirty-seven when she thought she
heard something behind her. Someone was there. She waited for a second
before realizing that she had to continue.
"Th..thirty eight...thirty nine..."
Her heart pounded as she counted.
"...forty-nine...fifty..."
She heard footsteps. Again she stopped.
She heard a chair being moved. Her stomach lurched as she
started counting again.
"...fifty-one...fifty-two..."
She could hear movement, but couldn't tell how many people
were in the room. She kept counting.
"...seventy-two...seventy-three..."
She couldn't hear over her own voice. She strained her ears.
"...ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one hundred."
She stopped. There was no sound. The room went quiet. She
gritted her teeth. She had no idea who was behind her- who was going
to be watching her through the next step- as she had to take her
panties off. She wanted to scream.
She took a deep breath and slowly reached her hands up in
front of her. With one hand, she carefully lifted the front of her
skirt. She slid the other hand beneath it. She slid her thumbs into
the top of her panties just above the tuft of her pubic hair and began
to pull them down. It was hard just pulling from the front so that her
skirt would not come up, and she had to slide her thumbs across her
hips. Careful not to bend forward, she managed to pull them over her
hips and lush bottom and down her legs. She carefully stepped out of
them and stood back upright. Holding the material, she slowly moved
her hands behind her back. Her hands gripped the panties.
She could feel eyes on her back, but several moments passed.
She just stood there. Waiting.
What was going on?
Nothing happened.
She tried not to think about what she looked like standing
like this.
Suddenly she jumped as once again she heard footsteps. They
walked into the room and stopped- no doubt taking in the scene. They
started up again, walking towards her.
"Well, hello, Janet."
It was him. She cringed.
"You're looking very nice today- from here anyway."
She could feel her face burning with shame and anger. She
heard him move right up behind her. Her heart began to pound with
fear. She was totally helpless.
His hands went to the tops of her shoulders. One of them
reached up and began to stroke her hair. She gritted her teeth.
"You have very pretty hair, Janet." The fingers inspected it.
She could hardly breath as he pulled her hair away from her
neck. He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss just below her right
ear. It sent tingles through her. His tongue came out and drew a light
line down her exposed neck. The tingles turned into tremors.
She felt his hands go back to her shoulders, and felt herself
slowly being turned around. He turned her so that she was facing the
room. She once again remembered where she was. She could feel eyes on
her, but couldn't tell how many- or who. He moved gently to her right
side with his left arm sliding around behind her shoulders. She felt a
new rush go through her at the realization of her horrible
predicament. Her chest heaved up and down with fear. She tried to
hunch her shoulders slightly so as not to make her breasts stick out.
His right hand moved up from her right shoulder, and slowly
drifted up the side of her neck to her cheek. His finger traced a line
along her jaw. It moved up to her full lips and began a slow circular
motion around them. She could hear his breathing in her ear. She
shuttered with the creeps.
He worked the finger into her mouth.
"Suck it," he commanded softly.
She slowly closed her mouth around his finger. He began to
move it in and out. She heard him move again as he face fucked her
with his finger. She cringed as he suddenly chuckled at the sight. A
new wave of humiliation crashed over her as she realized the scene
this was presenting to an audience.
Finally, he pulled his finger from her mouth. He ran it slowly
over her full lips. He pushed it in again to wet it and then spread it
over her mouth, making it glisten. There was no movement for a moment.
She felt him come back around to her right side. He leaned
forward, and she flinched as he put his tongue in her ear. He licked
around its delicate contours. His hand suddenly moved down to right
breast. She felt him lean his head away and could feel him shift his
attention down to her chest. She could feel his staring. He ran his
fingers in a circular motion over the area of her nipple, sending a
new surge up her spine. She wondered who was watching as another chill
ran down her back.
He pulled his arm back from around her shoulder as he moved
directly in front of her. He reached out and put both of his hands on
her breasts. He began to gently squeeze them.
"These are nice big tits, Janet," he said.
She stood, stricken.
"Say ‘thank you,'" he ordered.
She clinched her eyes shut behind the blindfold.
"Th...thank you."
"Let's have a look at them, shall we?" he asked, chuckling. "I
think we have an anxious audience."
She stood in agonizing silence. Who was watching? Anyone she
worked with? She shuddered.
He reached up to the top of her blouse and began to unbutton
it. Her hands gripped her panties, still held behind her back. Her
fingers squeezed them in distress as he worked opening the buttons
down her front. She could feel coolness as her skin was exposed. He
worked his way down to the bottom and then stepped back around behind
her. He reached around and slowly pulled the blouse open. His hands
cupped her big bra-covered tits. He hefted them slightly.
Janet wanted to scream at the humiliation of being handled
like meat. She felt his breathing in her right ear.
His hands slid down to the bottom of the blouse and slowly
pulled it out from her skirt. He then pulled the two halves apart,
exposing her big bra-covered tits to the greedy eyes of the assembled
group. He pulled the garment back over her shoulders and pulled it
down her arms. She separated her hands and took it off of her. He
tossed it on the table behind her. He then pulled her hands back
together behind her, around her panties.
"Wow," he said, as he looked down from over her shoulder.
"They are really big." His hands once again cupped her breasts. She
could feel him staring down at them. He pulled his hand up and ran his
finger along the edge of the lacy cup of her right breast. It ran over
the slightly goose bumped skin, down into the deep valley of her
cleavage. She kept herself perfectly still. His hands moved back over
her breasts and suddenly pushed them together from the sides. He
mashed them rudely up almost under her chin.
"Now, ask me very nicely to pull your big fucking tits out."
She took a deep breath to try and calm herself.
"P...please," she started. "Please...take...Please take my
b...big...fu...fucking tits out." " She almost choked in humiliation.
"Well, OOOOOOOkay," he replied sarcastically. He reached up
and slipped his fingers into her left bra cup, pulling it away from
her skin. His other hand reached in and lifted the big breast out. He
pulled his hand away so that the audience could get a good look at it.
He ran his hand over the nude mound, and then flicked her big nipple
which stuck out like a pencil eraser. He then reached over and did the
same on the other side, pulling the other breast out over the top of
the bra. She felt him step away and move around behind her so the
others could get a good view. She heard a murmuring.
He reached up for her upper arms and then pulled them together
behind her back, causing her chest to rise and her tits to stick out
even further. She flinched as someone somewhere in front of her let
out a shrill whistle. It was followed by a another murmuring of
approval. She realized that there were definitely several men in the
room watching her. She needed desperately to reach up and cover her
exposed tits. She bit her lip in frustration.
Her tormentor reached around from behind and put his hands
underneath her breasts and lifted them slightly. He kneaded the big
mounds for a moment, drawing grunts of approval, and then moved to her
nipples. He rolled them in his fingers, causing them to stand out.
Janet's mind spun. She was humiliated beyond her wildest imaginings.
Her body tingled. She felt tears starting to well up.
He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders. He began to
rock them back and forth, and then shook them, causing her tits to
wobble obscenely
"Look at these big jugs," he said. He began to shake her
harder, making her tits flop around.
A loud cheer rang out. "TITS," yelled out one man.
He stopped shaking her, and reached back up and began kneading
the big mounds. He teased the nipples randomly.
"Tell everyone what you are." he said suddenly.
"Wh...what?" she stammered, her mind reeling from the
humiliation
"Tell everyone here what you are," he repeated. He mashed her
big tits together again. "Tell them that you are a thieving fucking
cunt."
She was stunned.
He pinched her nipples, jolting her into reality.
"Come on, Janet...tell them what you are."
She ran her tongue around the inside of her dry mouth.
"I...I'm..." She tried to swallow. "I'm a...I'm a
thee...thieving fu...fucking...cunt."
Applause and cheers filled the room, jarring her ears.
"That's right." said the man over the noise. "You are a
thieving fucking cunt Janet." She teetered on her legs in shame,
almost falling over. He caught her as she slumped and pulled her
upright again. Her head fell back on his shoulder.
"And what do thieving fucking cunts get?" he said.
She couldn't answer. She could hardly breathe.
"Come on, Janet...what do fucking thieving cunts get?"
She closed her eyes in total shame. She was on the verge of
passing out. She leaned herself forward and stood upright.
"They get it," he continued with a laugh in his voice. "They
get it in the FUCKING ASS!!!"
"YEAHHHHH" shouted a chorus of male voices.
Janet dropped the panties she had been holding behind her and
again fell backwards, into the man behind her. Her hands flew to her
face and her arms covered her big tits.
"Oh God, PLEEEASE..." she cried. "PLEASE...PLEASE...NOT..."
There was a horrible chorus of laughter.
"Turn around Janet," said the man.
"PLEEEEEASE!!!" She broke into sobbing tears.
"Turn THE FUCK AROUND," he said. He took her by the shoulders
and spun her around so that once again her back was to the men.
"PLEASE...STOP..." Janet instinctively reached behind her to
protect her rear.
Suddenly, he did stop.
She stood for a moment clutching her skirt behind her.
"What did you say?"
She broke into a sob. "P...please." She couldn't help herself.
"Please what?" He asked, suddenly calm.
She cried for a moment. Her head cleared, and she remembered
her situation. She was trapped. She had to comply. The calmness made
her suddenly frightened. "P...please..." she said weakly.
"Do you mean ‘please let me pull up my skirt and show you all
my naked ass?'" he asked.
She stood dumb for a moment.
"Is that what you mean, Janet?"
She had no choice. "Y..yes," she replied, barely above a
whisper.
"Yes, what."
She took a breath. "Yes, let me...let me lift up my sk..skirt
an...and show you my n...n...naked ass."
"Well," he laughed over the sound of applause. "Since you
asked so nicely."
She let out a sob and slowly bunched the material of her skirt
up in her hands.
"Let's see it, Janet. Let's see your fucking ass."
The distraught girl let out a sob and began to raise her
skirt. The material raised up the backs of her legs.
"WHEEEW," began the catcalls.
She lifted it up her legs and then up over her bottom to
expose her already reddened cheeks.
"YOW-ZA" shouted a male voice.
"My," said her tormentor with an evil smile in his voice.
"That looks a little sore." He reached down and cupped her left ass
cheek. He fondled it. "Did we get a little lesson today about being a
thieving fucking cunt?"
"Y...yes," she choked out.
"Yes, it looks like we did." He gripped the ass cheek hard.
"Take your skirt off."
Janet let go of the material and reached up for the fastener.
She undid it and pulled the zipper down. She held it for a moment and
then pushed the skirt down over her round ass and let it drop around
her feet.
Another loud cheer erupted, followed by wild applause.
Her tormentor once again grabbed her left asscheek and
squeezed it. He reached for both of them and fondled them as he had
done with her breasts.
"Now bend over the table."
She hesitated for a second before leaning forward. She put her
hands down on the table top in front of her.
"All the way down, cunt. Stick that ass up in the air."
She bent at the elbows, lowering her upper body down. Her big
tits mashed against the table top. Her stomach rushed with adrenaline
as she heard him walking around behind her.
"Very nice," he said.
She could feel them staring.
"Let's see some MEAT!" yelled a male voice.
"YEAH!!!" roared the approval.
"Let's see the cunt's CUNT"
Janet was almost sick as she listened to the cheers.
"Now," said her tormentor. "It's your big moment, Janet."
She could hardly breath.
"Reach back and pull your ass open."
She choked out another sob.
"PLEEEEEEESE!"
"Come ON, cunt!"
She wept for a second and then slowly reached behind her. She
grasped her buttocks with her hands and slowly pulled them apart,
exposing her pussy and asshole to the audience.
"YYYYYEAH!!!" went up cries of approval
Her mind spun as she heard the whooping behind her. This was
beyond her ability to cope and she almost drifted into a dream state.
Then she heard her tormentor rustle in the paper bag- the
lubricant!!! She gasped in terror. She heard movement and then another
roar go up.
Her bottom cheeks flinched as the lube dribbled down into her
asscrack.
"OH GOD...PLEASE DON'T..." she cried out. She broke out into a
sob. She felt his hand move into her ass. His fingers began to smear
the lubricant, causing her buttocks to clinch.
"Loosen up, Janet."
She took a deep breath and tried to relax her cheeks. His
fingers moved back up and down her crease and then traced the outline
of her anus.
"Now Janet," he said. "Tell us what you are."
She sobbed for a moment, feeling his finger in her most
private place. She simply could not believe this was happening.
"I...I'm a th...thieving cunt."
"We can't hear you."
"I...I'm a thieving cunt," she repeated.
Suddenly, he shoved his finger into her tight asshole
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
"LOUDER."
"AHHHH...AH...I'M A THIEVING CUNT," she cried out.
"And what do thieving cunts get?" He wedged a second finger
into her ass, causing a shot of pain.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH."
"What do they get?"
"TH...THEY GET IT...IN...IN THE FUCKING ASS," she screamed
out.
"YEAAAAH," the cheer went up. There was loud clapping.
Janet began to sob. She was beyond humiliation. She could
never have imagined anything like this- someone using her asshole like
this.
"That's right, Janet." He began to fuck her ass with his
fingers. He ran them in and out. "It's nice and tight."
"P..please," she sobbed. The shame was unbearable.
He began to speed up, jamming them in and out.
"AHHHHHHHH" she cried.
Finally he pulled his fingers out.
"Okay, Janet," he said, "let go of your ass and stretch your
arms out on the table in front of you.
She hesitated for a second, and then released her bottom and
slowly pulled her arms around from behind . She laid them out straight
in front of her, as though she were flying through the air. He began
to run his hand over her exposed, nude bottom.
"I always think a good assfucking deserves to be served up
nice and hot."
SPLAT! He gave her left cheek a spank.
"AAAAAAHHHHH," she cried out.
SPLAT! The right cheek.
"Please...PLEASE..." she screamed.
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
She reached around in desperation to try to stop the spanking.
The man grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them up behind her back.
"Now put your arms back and beg me to do what you deserve."
"PLEASE..."
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
"AHHHHH...PLEASE...PLEASE...F...FUCK ME IN THE ASS."
He stopped and released her hands. She put them back in
position in front of her.
"What was that?" he asked.
She was desperate to stop the pain. Her bottom burned. "MY
GOD...PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS," she screamed out again.
She heard the sound of a belt being undone.
The zipper went down
She heard rustling, and then clenched her asshole as she felt
a prick head against it.
"GOD...NOOOOO."
"Relax, Janet," he said. "Or it's really going to hurt."
She resigned herself. She breathed out and tried to relax her
ass.
"AHHHHHHHH..." Suddenly pain shot through her as the prick was
shoved up her asshole.
"YEAAAHHHH" cried out the audience, drowning out her cry.
The prick pulled out and then slammed back in causing her to
cry out again. "AHHHHH...PPPPLEASE...SSSSTOP" she screamed. The pain
was terrible as the man pounded her rear. His hands gripped her hips
and drove them against the table. She arched her back and
instinctively reached back to try to protect herself. The man grabbed
her arm and twisted it up behind her back. The room filled with cheers
and then obscene comments and yelling as he continued to fuck her ass.
The audience began clapping and chanting along with his strokes. Janet
wept as he continued. She tried to tune out the crowd and realized
that a man she did not know- had never even seen- was fucking her in
the ass. Her mind spun. She was living an unbelievable nightmare.
Tears of total humiliation mixed with tears of pain as she endured the
abuse. The thrusts started to speed up and the hands gripping her
buttocks tightened.
"YES!" the man shouted, as he picked up speed "YES!"
Janet screamed at the pressure. Her ass burned as he began to
pound furiously, like a hot piston. She began to pound the table top
with her free fist in agony.
"YAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS," he suddenly cried out. He threw his head
back. "YEEEEEEEESSSSS" he cried out as he shot his load. "YES, YES,
YES," he repeated as he resumed his pounding strokes. With a few
finishing trusts, he finished. He paused for a moment before pulling
his cock out of her ass.
"SPLAT!" He gave her already bright red ass another slap,
causing her to scream out in pain. She instinctively reached back to
protect her exposed bottom.
"Alright, Cunt!" He reached up and grabbed her by the hair. He
pulled it backward. "Get your ass up." He pulled, causing her to lift
up and follow his tug. He pulled her all the way up so that she was
once again standing. She wobbled on legs of jello. He turned her
blindfolded head and body around to face the audience again. A loud
and raucous round of applause filled the room.
Janet was horrified, as she listened. She lifted her hands up
to cover her ears and shifted her arms to cover her breasts. He let
her stand there, basking in her glory. The whistling and clapping
continued as the group moved up around the tormented woman.
"Get down on your knees, cunt," he said, putting his hands on
her shoulders and pushing down. Janet let herself be pushed down.
All around her she heard people moving...and then the sound of
pants being undone.
"All right, boys, let's give this fucking cheating cunt a
paint job."
She shivered in shame as she heard eager laughter.
"I want this cunt's face covered in spunk."
She cried out as she felt hands roughly grab her tits. She
sobbed anew as she realized that this might just be the beginning...
...that from now on- for literally as long as they wanted- she
was going to be at the mercy of her employer.