This is pornography but definitely not erotic. Be charitable because English is not my native language.
The tables had been pushed against two walls in one of the larger meeting rooms, and they'd been loaded up with snacks and a variety of soft and alcoholic drinks. On one of them a large cake sat in the middle, with the logo of the company emblazoned across it in colorful icing. About forty employees mixed and chatted amiably – these late afternoon office parties were laid on by the management once every few months, and all of the staff members who'd more recently joined considered them to be a testimony to the company's enlightened and generous attempts to keep the staff happy and well satisfied in their jobs. The staff members who'd been with the company longer, however, though they agreed with that and thoroughly enjoyed the regular parties, nevertheless sometimes seemed ill at ease and a bit on edge.
Most of the staff were young professionals, probably about 60% male and 40% female, all quite bright and eager, and good at what they did. The firm was a financial services company in the islands that performed a range of investment and banking operations for what looked like a number of varied companies, but was really one big company under a lot of different names – actually, it was a sophisticated money laundering operation for an international criminal organization, placing investments and moving money through a variety of shell companies, and so. All of the staff knew that, but the company, for their benefit and for its own, took great care to shield them from usable evidence and to provide them with suitable deniability. Personally, they had no wish to know anything about the awful crimes that had produced the money they were investing – they preferred to know only that they were employing their exceptional skills and training in finance and making a pile of money in doing so. Nearly all of them planned to go back to the USA or in some cases a European country in four or five years with great experience, valuable references, and a very sizable nest egg to kickstart the rest of their careers with. All they had to do when they left was to sign a somewhat distressingly explicit oath of secrecy about their work with the firm, in order to protect its trading secrets.
Working in the company was in almost all ways like working in any other company of a similar size and kind – the management was supportive, the colleagues were friendly and mutually helpful, but it was subtly made clear to all of them, frequently, that things could get really rough, perhaps catastrophically so, for anyone who behaved in a way that was not consonant with the company's best interest. In the day to day operations, everyone was aware of that but it did not interfere at all with either their work or their morale.
Amongst the mostly young staff, there were a few somewhat older managers of departments, a sprinkling of slightly stouter and greyer gentlemen a bit more conservatively dressed and a few women, perhaps in their late 30s or 40s, stylishly but, again, a bit more conservatively dressed, all mixing freely and easily with their colleagues and the more junior staff of their own departments. One of those was Ms Petrakis, an obviously sophisticated woman in her mid-40s, sexy but very professional, a bit reserved, even a bit stand-offish perhaps, but politely friendly – at the moment, she was listening to another middle manager as he explained the operations he was trying to get on top of, and she was nodding attentively.
A little later, three of the company's security men joined the party and circulated through the group, exchanging greetings and pleasantries with everyone. The senior security man, Mr Donovan, approached Ms Petrakis and her companion – he smiled broadly and threw his arm across her shoulders, and gave her a strong sideways hug, as the man she had been talking with quickly faded back a bit. Donovan addressed the staff members and announced Ms Petrakis' fifteen years service with the company, ostensibly the surprise reason for the party, and he added "and you're still as beautiful as you were when you first come to join us here". She smiled at the group, somewhat uncomfortably, it seemed, and then Mr Donovan paused, cleared his throat and let his warm smile fade away, and he announced in a very sad manner that the home office had known for some time that someone was skimming considerable sums of money off the top and he had now been requested to identify who that person was.
Ms Petrakis' face went pale, and she stared straight ahead in terror; her hands were fidgeting compulsively in front of her. "Ladies and gentleman," Mr Donovan continued, " it's unfortunately true that sometimes even our best friends may go astray and do something that really is unforgivable, and when that happens, well, we've got to do what we've got to do".
He turned and punched Ms Petrakis hard in the abdomen but held her up with his arm gripping hard round her shoulders. A second security man stepped forward and punched her in the face, breaking her nose flat onto her face, with blood and snot spurting out, and then again, this time knocking out three of her front teeth. Then, as Donovan held her up, the man backed up, stepped forward and kicked her hard square in the cunt, then he grabbed her big tits through her ruffled white blouse as Donovan pulled her suit jacket off, then her blouse, then the second man cut off her bra and let it fall and started punching her big tits, over and over as they squashed flat into her rib cage, bounced out and about, and began to turn purple.
Alternatively holding her up for the other to work on her, they pulled off her skirt, yanked down her panties and pantyhose, and swung her around in a circle facing her colleagues, her trimmed cunt lips opening and closing a little as her flailing legs tried to keep up with the whirling momentum. They turned her round and kicked her hard up her ass crack, then turned her back and planted a heavy work shoe right up her cunt. They punched her hard in the kidneys, over and over, and she was pissing blood-streaked urine down her legs and onto the floor. Then they dropped her and she tried to get into a protective fetal position, but they began kicking her all over, wherever she was most vulnerable, as she writhed naked on the floor and tried to ward off their blows.
The two men, now joined by the third security officer, stepped back and let Ms Petrakis squirm naked on the floor in terrible pain. She hadn't said a word, in protesting her innocence or pleading for mercy, nor had she really screamed very much, but she was droning a loud and almost demented, wordless monotone that was horrible to hear. She was clearly really badly damaged and must have known that it was not over.
They tried to hoist her back to her feet by her hair, but her legs were useless and she couldn't get her feet under her, so one of them grabbed her under her armpits, dragged her up, and held her up by a massive arm crushed across her tits from behind. They started punching her again in the ribcage, in her vulva, and hard into her lower belly. She was convulsing, and then spewed out an explosive stream of puke from her mouth and nose – they let her fall to her knees and then collapse onto her smashed-up face in the pools of vomit, still jerking about and spasming, hysterically trying to suck in air between pulses of bile blasting out of her mouth. One of them then took two fast steps forward and kicked her hard in her bulging brown anus and she sprawled out flat into the puke, still retching violently.
They paused again, and then when Ms Petrakis had stopped vomiting and begun the horrible monotone cry again, they dragged her upright again, approached her with a cattle prod, shoved it up between her fleshy cunt lips and gave her a loud, snapping zap in her cunt hole. As the electricity shot up through her, she went down again in wild convulsions with her arms and legs jerking out and flailing all over. Donovan grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto all fours, then the second man zapped the cattle prod directly onto her bulging anal knot, and she began convulsing again. Blood-streaked piss flew all over as she writhed about, and then she shit out a little turd, and then another little turd, and then a small cascade of loose, brown, smelly shit that smeared down her cunt lips and legs and onto the floor under her.
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