Whistleblower's Punishment
Copyright© 2026 by Ted E. Bear
Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A fictional account of how a female executive who attempts to divulge the wrong doings of her employer is brought to heel by senior management. Kidnapped, savagely raped and tortured then forced to watch and abet the gang rape of her daughter are among the steps taken to foster company loyalty.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Daughter BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial Black Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts
Oh God what’s happened to me thought Katie as she slowly returned to consciousness? I feel awful. Don’t panic. Stay calm. Deep breathes.
Where the fuck am I? Ugh, my mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. And my arms are killing me. I was leaving work, in the parking garage, and getting into my car when someone came up behind me. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. They mist have drugged me.
It took several minutes for the dizziness to clear enough for her to focus her thoughts. Katie still felt drugged and nauseated.
Something’s wrong with my eyes. I’m blind thought Katie panicking as she opened her eyes but couldn’t see.
Seconds later she realized her eyes were covered with something. She could feel tape wrapped around her head and something soft, maybe cotton, covering her eyes. There was some sort of cloth bag covering her head. She could feel the bag’s drawstring around her neck. It was hot inside the bag and she was perspiring.
I’m hanging by my arms realized Katie. That’s what was causing all the pain.
The pain in her shoulders was numbing her brain. Katie sensed that her feet were barely touching the floor. Her back was scraping against what felt like a masonry wall. Katie struggled to adjust her stance transferring her weight from arms to feet. Straps attached to her ankles caused her to assume a wide legged stance. Still, standing on her feet brought enough relief to Katie’s body that her mind began to function. As the mental fog cleared her emotions changed quickly to fear.
Jesus thought Katie I’m chained up naked to a wall. There’s not a stitch of clothing on my body. I’ve been kidnapped. My God, maybe a serial killer or a rapist has kidnapped me. I’ll be tortured and killed.
“Help! Anyone! I’m here.” Katie called out in a plaintive voice. The thought of being in the control of some horrible demented murderer terrified her. Katie heard a door open and sensed someone entering the room.
“She’s awake. Call Andy,” a male voice said calling outward as if he was talking to a person in another room.
“Will do,” responded an older, deeper male voice.
From the sound, Katie knew that one of the two men had left the room. There was the sound of footsteps as someone walked over and put his hand on her breast.
Katie jumped and yelled, “Don’t, I’ll scream for help.”
“Go ahead, this place is sound proof and in the middle of nowhere. Scream all you want, screaming gets me creaming,” said the man laughing quietly at his own word play. “Here, let me take this sack off your head so you can really scream.”
Katie felt the drawstring of the cloth sack being loosened then pulled off. She still couldn’t see but breathing was easier. She took a deep inhale that was cut short when her assailant placed both his hands on her naked breasts and squeezed them hard.
“Ow, you’re hurting me,” said Katie.
“Ow is that all I get, what happened to the scream? You promised you would yell your head off. Nice tits,” said the voice relaxing his grip then cupping and lifting them. “Cup size?”
“What?”
“Don’t make me walk all the way across the room to look at the tag in your bra, what’s your cup size Katie?” He squeezed her nipples hard to emphasize his point.
“36C,” said Katie reacting quickly to the man’s threatening gesture. Her mind registered the fact that he knew her name. They must have rifled her purse.
“Nice, good shape, real?”
“What?”
“Are they real, stupid, is this a boob job?”
“Yes, they’re real.”
“Good, thought so, real is best, those silicone jobs look weird and they’re hard as rocks. Nipples, nipples, nipples, how I love to play with nipples,” said the voice as he rolled Katie’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“Please don’t,” whimpered the terrified Katie.
“Oh, quit being a wimp. If I was some guy you picked up in bar, you’d be moaning your head off and begging me for this.”
His mouth replaced the hand on her left breast. His lips made a sucking sound as they pursed around her nipple and sucked it. Katie could feel the presence of his saliva on her skin. Katie moaned in fear and despair. His hands reached around and cupped her buttocks pulling her pubic region against his groin. She could feel his manhood through his trousers. He rubbed the lump against her pubic region using her cupped buttocks to pull her tight against him.
“That’s a good moan. You women are all the same. Love to grind it. My daddy used to say women come in two models: whores and sluts. Now ask me what’s the difference?” After speaking the man switched his mouth to Katie’s other nipple.
“Stop, please,” pleased Katie.
“God there’s nothing like sucking on a tit,” exclaimed the man. I never got over being breast-fed. My Mom had a great set of jugs when she was young.”
“Don’t,” was all Katie could manage
“What’s the difference? You didn’t answer my question.”
Katie had recently attended a company sponsored woman’s self defense class. She recalled that one of the recommendations was to keep the rapists talking. The instructor had cited cases where the woman had actually talked the rapists out of it. Somehow she didn’t think that was going to work in her situation.
“I don’t know.”
“None, get it, none,” said the voice. “So which one are you, a whore or a slut?”
“I still don’t know,” said Katie not wanting anything other than to get away from this horrible man who was sucking on her nipples.
“Based on the way your nips are standing up, I guess you’re both. You got big zickers. I’d say two inches across at least. “ Katie felt the man’s fingers on both sides of her areola making his estimate.
“Yes, whatever you say,” said Katie who then groaned as a finger lightly flicked her nipples.
“Let’s not patronize our rapist. But, yes it’s definitely whatever I say. You tied up, naked and helpless. You’re going to get fucked, more than once, deal with it.”
“I understand,” said Katie.
“Good, now give me a kiss,” said the man placing his lips against Katie’s.
Katie reacted automatically by clinching her lips shut. The man drew back and hesitated for a moment like he was thinking about something before he spoke
“Lack of cooperation will not be acceptable. See that tool bench across the room. Oh, sorry, you can see anything. Well there’s a decent collection of hand tools I could use to make you cooperate. Understand?” said the man whose hands were still kneading Katie’s breasts His face was only inches from hers.
“Yes,” said Katie.
“There’s a ball peen hammer that I could use to smash a couple of your toes against the concrete floor. Oh, that’s going to hurt like hell. How about that?’
“Please don’t.” quailed Katie.
“Or there’s a soldering iron that I could plug in and burn little designs in your boobs, maybe a swastika or a pentangle. Leave an ugly scar and hurt like hell. Burns take forever to heal too,” said the man.
“No, please, not that.”
“Or just a pair of ordinary pliers that I could use to flatten these pink little nipples, maybe even try a little home dentistry, got a tooth that’s bothering you?”
“No, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me. I’ll cooperate.”
“I’ll give you another chance. This time you better act like you’re kissing Brad Pitt,” said the man leaning his lips against Katie’s. Driven by fear, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her against his hardness. Too frightened to resist, she found herself kissing him like they were lovers. His hands massaged her buttocks as their lips met and tongues intertwined.
“I think you’re getting the idea. Let’s swap some more spit,’ said the man kissing Katie with more passion. Once again, Katie found herself unwilling to resist. His remarks about using the tools on her had frightened her into submission.
“Men love rape you know. And so do a lot of women,’ said the man.
“I don’t,” said Katie not wanting to verbally agree to all her captors’ sick remarks.
“I read in my wife’s Cosmo that the number one sexual fantasy by far of adult females is the rape fantasy. Is it yours?” said the man.
“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”
“I’ll tell you another thing I read. Women who are raped often feel responsible for what happened even though it’s not there fault, especially if they cooperate out of fear with their rapist. That’s because their fantasizing about rape makes them feel guilty, like it’s some sort of wish fulfillment, true or just psychobabble. What’s your opinion?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know much. Do you? Tell you what. I’ll come around a year from now and ask you again. You can provide an answer based on experience. Where were we? Yea, you and I were making out just like we were in high school on a first date.”
The man pressed his body against Katie kissing her lips and rubbing her breasts. His hands played across her butt cheeks. Katie was too terrified to do anything other than respond. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. She pursued his tongue with her own. When he moved away for a second, she decided to make a plea.
“Please let me go. I won’t go to the police.”
The man ignored her plea and took her nipples in his fingers.
“They’re nice and pink. I prefer pink. Latinos have these ugly dark brown tits, look like shit. I better you got a pink pussy, too.”
“Why are you doing this?” said Katie desperate to find a way to reach the man and somehow establish a human connection.
“It’s my job. My boss gave me specific instructions that my partner and I were to bring you here. The boss will be along in a little while. He said we were to entertain you until he arrived. He’ll tell you what he has planned.”
“Boss, who’s your boss?”
“Let’s save that as a surprise,” said the voice.
Katie squirmed as a hand touched her crotch. Two fingers parted her labia and worked their way across her clitoris toward her vagina. One of the fingers probed her opening pressing slightly inward.
“I bet you’re tight,” said the voice.
“Please don’t. I’m the mother of a teen-age daughter. I’ve never done anything to you. There’s cash and credit cards in my purse. Just take what you want and let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” said Katie as she felt his the pad of his finger move into the entrance to her vagina and begin a gentle stroking. His thumb was slowly windshield wiping across her clitoris.
“Katie, Katie, Katie, here I am being nice and gentle and you’re not appreciating it one bit. Your average rapist would probably beat the shit out of you then ram his cock into your dry cunt to make you scream. But I come on like a nice guy, practicing a little foreplay to make it interesting and you keep on whining. Now take your pick. Mean rapist or nice rapist?”
“Nice rapist,” responded Katie realizing he was right. She was helpless. He could be pounding her with his fists. She was in no position to resist.
“Good, you shave your snatch but leave a little rat tail, that’s the way I like it. Nice pink nipples, rat-tail pussy hair, it’s my lucky day. Bung hole’s probably pink too, we’ll get around to that later,” said the voice. “No cotton pony, when was your last period?”
“A week ago,” said Katie.
“You have a strong flow?” said the voice. Katie realized he was enjoying the conversation.
“Normal for me,” Katie said.
“Tampons or Maxi-Pad?” asked the voice.
“Maxi-Pads,” said Katie.
“I’d figure you for external protection. That snatch of yours has been empty for a long time,” said the voice as he pushed a finger just inside the entrance to Katie’s vagina. “Ever been screwed while menstruating?”
“No, once, it was a long time ago,” said Katie exasperated by the conversation.
“With your husband?” asked the voice.
“Yes,” said Katie.
“How was it?”
“Messy, I bled a lot,” said Katie. “We put a towel on the bed.”
“Of course at your age, you bleed a lot less,” said the voice.
“Yes, not as much,” said Katie wondering what kind of sick individual she was dealing with.
“Still it would have been fun to pull a bloody Tampon out of your hole and make you suck on it while I fuck you,” said the voice whose hands continued to travel over her body feeling her private parts.
“Oh Jesus, let’s talk about something else,” said Katie.
“Just trying to get to know you Katie, making conversation. I’m seeking to establish a rapport so that in a little while when my cock is inside you it won’t be all that anonymous.”
“Just don’t kill me,” whispered Katie.
“I don’t think killing is part of the plan,” said the voice. “But rape definitely is.”
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