Revenge Is Sweet


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Blackmail, Heterosexual, Spanking, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, Violent, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Sarah Collins is a hard working and strict woman with a primarily male staff that have chosen to title her Ball-Buster Bitch. Sarah's opinion of them was incompetant assholes because of their lack of respect. But little does she know, her employees have hired two men to "teach" her some "manner" and how to be a "good girl."

She shut the door behind here, doing up the four locks before dropping her purse on the table and shrugging out of her jacket.

"God damned pricks at the office," Sarah Collins growled. She was a stunning brunette with bewitching green eyes and the perfectly curved body. As VP at work, she had the obligation to crack down on slackers, and because of that she was known as a ball-buster by her male subordinates. Sarah went into her bedroom and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Those fucking bastards," she growled. Someone had snuck into her office this morning and disorganized half her files and she had had to spend at least three hours with her secretary trying to sort them out as well as get the work that she was supposed to doing that day.

"Who are these... bastards?" Sarah froze at the sound of the foreign male voice in her room.

"What the fuck?" She groped for the light switch but the distinct click of gun cocking made her stop.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," said another voice, this one with a slight British accent, "We've got a gun trained right on that pretty little head of yours, and no, the neighbors won't hear because it has a silencer." Sarah swallowed, feeling her skin prickle.

"What-what do you want?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"We've been watching you, Ms Collins," said the first man.

"And you've been quite a bad girl," said the second, "So we're here to... teach you a lesson in manners." Sarah swallowed hard. "You can turn on the lights now, if you want, but if you dare make a sound I'll shoot you. Do you understand?"

"I... yes," Sarah said. She knew that there was not much that she could do. Flipping on the lights, she saw that the two men were sitting in the pair of green armchairs that she had by the windows. The man holding the gun was lean, dressed all in black with his brown hair neatly combed back. His friend was much larger, tall and muscular with a shaved head and large hands. He, too, was dressed in black and the two of them wore black masks. Sarah took a fleeting glance around the room and saw that they hadn't touched much, but to her alarm, her lingerie drawer was open and four stockings were tied to the bedposts of her bed, one per post. Oh shit.

"You're very pretty," said the smaller man. He had been the second one to speak. "Much prettier than the picture, it didn't do you any justice."

"Who are you?" Sarah dared to ask.

"Ah, my bad manners," the smaller man said, "I'm Black, and he is David."

"What-what are you going to do to me?"

"You would think that was obvious," David smirked.

"Please remove your clothing," said Black, "Except for those garters and heels. They look very nice on those legs of yours."

"And... and what if I don't?" she asked. Black shrugged his shoulders.

"Then we'll have to do things the hard way," he told her, "David." David got up out of his chair and he started towards Sarah who cowered against the wall. Before she could do or say anything, he grabbed her by the wrists and yanked her towards the bed. Roughly, he ripped off the remainders of her blouse then jammed his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and wrenched it off, nearly pulling her legs out from under her. She gave a shriek, her hands flying to her breasts that were encased only thin lacy bra cups, and her legs clamping together to hide her silk-clad crotch.

"P-Please don't!" Sarah begged, trying to pull away from David but he was all brute strength and any of her struggles didn't do anything.

"You had your chance," Black said calmly as David threw Sarah face down on the bed. Sarah started sobbing, pleading desperately for them to let her go. "You're getting on my nerves, Ms Collins. If you don't shut up I'll have you gagged." Sarah looked up at him, her eyes full of tears and fear.

"Please... please don't," she begged softly, "I-I'll be quiet."

"Good. David, set up the camera will you?" Sarah looked towards David. He had set up a tripod and was now aimed a digital-video camera at the bed.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.

"You aren't one to be asking questions, Ms Collins," Black snapped. "Remember what I told you before. I will have you gagged, if you don't behave." Sarah swallowed and looked down at the floor. "Now take off your underwear, Ms Collins," Black said coolly. Sobbing softly, she pulled down her underwear. "Stand up." Sarah obeyed and stood before the two men, dressed only in her bra, garter, stockings and high heels. "Beautiful. Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees." Sarah obeyed slowly. "Good girl. Tell the camera what a good girl you are, Ms Collins."

"I'm a good girl," Sarah whispered, her eyes clenched shut as she stared at the bed sheets.

"Say it louder!" Black snapped, "And look at the camera this time."

"I'm... I'm a good girl," Sarah repeated, louder this time as she turned her face up to look at the camera that was filming her.

"Very good, Ms Collins, now David will be joining you," Black said. David had already stripped off his clothes and now was naked. Sarah cowered at the size of him. He was hard already, a thick eight inches. "And you will put on a nice little show. And if you don't." He pointed the gun at her. "You'll know what happens." Sarah nodded her head slowly. "Good girl, isn't she such a good girl, David?

"A very good one, Black," David replied.

"Now have some fun. Do what you want, but at least try and do some of the things that we were asked to do," Black said.

David walked over to the bed, a lewd grin on his face. Sarah bit her lip hard to make her stay in place. He got on the bed on his knees behind her. She felt his rough hands on her skin. They cupped her hips and she felt one hand spank her hard. She gave a small yelp.

"You like that don't you?" he asked.

"I... yes, yes I do," she answered. He spanked her again, over and over till her skin was pink. Her skin stung and Sarah bit back more tears. She felt a hand move between her thighs and fingers start to probe her dry hole. One finger pushed in and it wiggled around inside her, finding her G-spot. Sarah whimpered as he began to rub it, stimulating her against her will. Oh God no, this can't be happening to me, she thought, hanging her head in shame.

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