Chapter 9

Daphne’s face was almost lifeless now, but her lips reacted automatically like any woman’s should when a thick, fleshy pole slides in and out of them. They latched on to the wrist and began slurping and sucking as Linda pumped her arm-cock. But it was no good. Daphne had fainted even while her lips continued to suck and Linda realized that Daphne had truly had enough for now. With one yank, she pulled out the fist and gag.

We all froze when Margaret knocked on the closed door and yelled in, “Hey you guys! Break time was over five minutes ago. Let’s get back to work! Remember, Gene will be here any time now.” I realized that this must be why no one had bothered us. It was normal routine for people to take their breaks in this room, close the door and watch TV. But it still made me jump when she yelled in at us. I couldn’t believe we had been in there for only twenty minutes. It seemed like a whole day, but there were several hours to go.

Linda was the only one who thought to answer her. She yelled back, “OK. we’ll be right out.” I didn’t know how we were going to do that. Daphne was still kneeling, fainted, in the middle of the floor, her blouse, twisted into a rope around her neck, the only thing holding her upright.

Her jeans were pulled down to her knees; underpants hanging limply now, twisted out of shape, stained tan on the bottom and sopping white on top. Her hair was matted down and sweat dripped from her cum stained face and tits. She didn’t look ready to go anywhere. I was kneeling on top of a table panting with exhaustion, pants stained with cumjuice, mine and Daphne’s; my slick, raw, red tool still stiff from my last abortive jack-off.

But, being only part-time and having to work on the equipment anyway, I could afford to stay in there until I could figure something out. And Jeff, who had just watched the whole thing, was supposed to be in there. He just went back to his desk. Linda hadn’t even broken a sweat and she still had all her clothes on.

Once again, Linda took charge of Daphne. She moved in front of her and, with gentle expertise, slapped her face. Daphne awoke, a little panicky at seeing Linda, but too exhausted to do anything about it, and closed her eyes in deep shame. Another slap, this time a backhander, brought her to full attention again. Sarcastic words were thrown at her, “Come on little Daphne. Margaret says we have to get you cleaned up so we can get you back to work. But it won’t be as much fun as the work we just did, huh?!”

In the space of a minute or two I watched Linda put things back in their place. She threw the used cum container in the trash can along with the wad of rolled up socks. She poked me a painful shot in the arm and whispered visciously, “Get down off of there! And get yourself cleaned up. I’m going to open that door in another minute!” I thought, “Jesus! That was a really hard punch for a woman!” Holding my bruised shoulder, I climbed down and started getting back into my pants as Linda turned her attention back to Daphne.