Whistleblower's Punishment
Copyright© 2026 by Ted E. Bear
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
“You guys have fun with her? “ asked a voice that Katie immediately recognized as Andy Fastow, her boss.
“She kept begging us to fuck her. She even wanted it in her ass and her pussy at the same time. I never saw a woman so desperate for cock,” said Ed.
“She couldn’t get enough, a real nympho. We had to screw her just to keep her calm. It was a tough job but someone had to do it,” said Bill.
“She looks pretty fucked over,” said Dougie. “You guys even gave her a facial.”
“I’d say from the looks of her you fucked her silly,” said a voice that Katie recognized as Andy’s wife Lea. To Katie, Lea had always been the short, chubby co-worker who happened to be married to the CFO.
“You want us to stay, Boss,” asked Bill.
“No, Lea, Dougie and I will take it from here. Looks like a job well done. You guys go home and get some sleep. There’ll be a little something extra in your next paycheck,” said Andy.
“Thanks Mr. Fastow,” said Bill.
“Yea, thanks boss, enjoy,” said Ed.
Katie sensed that the two men were leaving.
“Doesn’t she look sweet, cum on her face and a beer bottle in her ass,” said Lea.
Katie felt the intense humiliation of her predicament.
“Take off her blindfold, Dougie” said Lea.
“Hold still, Katie, this will only take a minute,” said Dougie.
Katie winced when the tape was pulled off face. It felt like her eyebrows departed with the tape. It took several tries for Dougie to get the tape out of her hair. Katie opened her eyes slowly. In front of her was Andy dressed in Western casual and Lea in jeans and a blouse. Dougie was also dressed casual. There were two large canvas bags on the floor beside Andy and Lea.
Once the blindfold was removed and Katie’s eyes adjusted to the light, she realized how overwhelmingly humiliating it was that she was kneeling completely naked in front of Andy and Lea Fastow and his executive assistant, Douglas Powell. Katie had never cared for Douglas or Dougie as everyone called him. He had been hired right out of Wharton School of Business less than a year ago to join Enron’s fast track management training program. He was always at Andy’s side, sucking up to the boss. On the organization chart, Dougie carried the title Special Assistant to the CFO. Around the office, Dougie was known as Andy’s ass-kisser and hatchet man.
Recently, Katie had noticed him looking at her during staff meeting and a few weeks ago, she had met him coming out of her office. He told her that he had thought she was inside and had walked in to talk with her about the taxes for the Indian Power Plant subsidiary. Katie remembered thinking at the time that he was a sneaky little bastard.
Now she was a thoroughly raped woman with a cum splattered face and a beer bottle sealing two bladder loads of beer piss in her asshole. I wish I could die thought Katie but I have to remember Beth Ann needs me. Doug was looking at her with disgust on his face and the Fastow’s acted like her predicament was funny as hell. Even worse was that her intestines were cramping and she had begun to feel an overwhelming need to take a shit.
“So how was the rape, Katie,” asked Andy looking around.
“They rape me repeatedly,” said Katie deciding it might be a good strategy to exaggerate how bad it was.
“I don’t see any cuts or bruises,” said Lea.
“They violate you in all three orifices,” said Andy?
“Yes, they raped me anally and they forced me to suck their cocks,” said Katie.
“Good, I figured they would. You must have cooperated since they didn’t beat the shit out of you,” said Dougie.
“I need to use the bathroom,” said Katie.
“Oh poor thing, piss in your butt dying to escape,” taunted Andy.
“Yes, it hurts. I’m cramping,” said Katie.
“Permission to use the can will be given once you kiss my feet,” said Lea. She kicked off her shoes and stepped forward directly in front of Katie.
“Let me use the bathroom first then I’ll do what you want,” said Katie clutching her abdomen. Her rectum was straining to expel the beer bottle but the tape was keeping it in place.
“You don’t make the rules and I don’t bargain with worthless sluts like you,” said Lea before delivering a kick to Katie’s rib cage that sent her on to her side clutching her ribs and howling in pain.
“Oh God, that hurts,” whined Katie rolling up in a tight ball.
“Now, put each little toe in your mouth and suck it or that beer bottle will keep your ass plugged all night,” said Lea.
Katie’s guts were now on fire but she leaned down to take in Lea’s big toe. She sucked it briefly then licked and kissed it. She worked her way through all five toes then the toes of her other foot.
“Now say thank you Lea for allowing me to kiss your feet,” said Lea.
“Thank you Lea for letting me kiss your feet,” said Katie out of her mind with intestinal cramps.
“Bring the camera, Dougie. Let’s put her on the commode,” said Andy. “I’m anxious to get started.”
Katie got painfully to her feet with the aid of Doug who grabbed her under the armpit and lifted. Katie hobbled in a stooped position. The beer bottle in her ass caused her to take small halting steps. She ignored the camera flash as she stepped to the bathroom.
Luckily for Katie, the bathroom was close by. The three followed her into the room. My God are they planning to watch me shit thought Katie mildly panicked at the idea of having to do her business while they watched.
“Dougie is going to pull the tape off and I expect you to control yourself. If you have an accident, Dougie is going to be very angry. Do you know what he might do?” said Lea.
“No, but I’ll try to hold it but it hurts like hell. I’m not sure that I can,” said Katie who was bent double with both hands clutching her abdomen. Shooting pains were coursing through her bowels.
“Dougie went to two years of dental school before deciding dentistry wasn’t for him. He’s still got his dental instruments and a portable drill. Dougie, if Katie gets poop on you or the floor, you can give her a root canal without any Novocain,” said Lea.
“Fuck that would be awesome. Talk about hurting, drilling in to those nerves would be totally off the pain charts,” said Dougie.
“So I suggest you control your bowels because Dougie is very eager to practice a little home dentistry,” said Lea.
Katie took slow deep breaths as Dougie fumbled with the tape holding the beer bottle. The year before Katie had a root canal from one of the most expensive and skilled dentists in Houston. He’s given her several shots of Novocain to deaden the entire side of her face and it still hurt like hell when he had expatiated the nerve. Katie tried to relax her rectum telling herself only a few more minutes. The tape came off and Dougie slowly backed her up to the commode. As the backs of her legs touched the porcelain, Dougie eased the beer bottle out.
“Keep your butt closed and don’t squat until Lea says so,” said Dougie.
When the beer bottle popped free the need to shit became more than urgent.
“Please let me shit, Lea,” whimpered Katie.
“Say pretty please,” said Lea.
“Pretty please,” said Katie clutching her stomach and rocking on the balls of her feet.
“Say pretty please with sugar on it,” said Lea.
“Pretty please with sugar on it,” said Katie out of her mind with the need to empty her bowels.
“All right Katie, take a dump,” said Lea laughingly.
Katie sat quickly down and relaxed her sphincter. There was an immediate explosion of beer piss and shit out of her asshole. Several other smaller explosions followed the initial surge. The foul smell of fresh shit filled the restroom.
“Look at me and smile for the camera,” said Dougie. Katie managed to raise her head but she doubted that the grimace of pain on her face would be interpreted as a smile.
“Do you find watching a woman shit erotic, Dougie,” said Andy.
“In a way,” said Dougie.
“How so,” said Andy?
“I suspect it’s been a long time since Katie took a dump in front of an audience if ever. Even worse for her, we’re making a photographic record of the event. When was the last time you shit for a crowd, Katie,” said Dougie.
“I’m not sure I ever have, maybe when I was a little girl,” said Katie feeling highly embarrassed that she was moving her bowels in a bathroom of other people. The loud noises from her butthole as feces and gas forced its way past her sphincter had to be talked over.
“Probably not since your potty training days. Did that husband of yours ever watch you shit?” said Dougie.
“No, never,” said Katie recalling how modest she was about not only the toilet but about displaying her body in general. Katie recalled the mental anguish of the girl’s locker room in high school.
“He probably at least watched you take a piss, men like to watch the little woman making her water,” said Dougie.
“Maybe a couple of times,” said Katie grunting to force her bowels to empty completely.
“My point is this. Our watching Katie shit her brains out and sensing her humiliation and embarrassment because we’re watching is what makes it erotic,” said Dougie.
“You’re right, Dougie. You certainly learned something in business school besides good management skills,” said Andy.
“Katie, our being here makes it horrible for you,” said Lea. “Doesn’t it dear? I know I don’t like to tinkle when others are watching.”
“Yes,” said Katie.
“You feel embarrassed, humiliated, defiled, debased, less than human, etc,” said Lea?
“Yes,” responded Katie wearily.
“Good, that’s excellent, humiliation is erotic but it’s too subtle for me. I prefer my eroticism more straightforward like the sounds of a flogger landing on naked buttocks ending in a loud scream,” said Lea.
“You’re lucky those two didn’t have time to get into water sports with you. The last girl was here for a whole day with them. She gave them a hard time and kept talking about what low life shits they were. That wasn’t smart,” said Andy.
“They seem like such nice guys,” said Dougie.
“They are as long as the rapee shows a decent respect for the working man. Ed and Bill engaged in what they called a Beer & Water Sports party. They tied the bitch up to where she couldn’t move a muscle but her ass and cunt were available. Then they put a plastic funnel down the girl’s throat. The funnel had a soft flexible tube that went into her esophagus and straight into her stomach. Bill was an EMT before he came to work for Enron. So while they raped her holes they killed several six packs of Lone Star. When they needed to take a leak they’d step up to the funnel and let the golden river flow. Beer piss flowed right into her belly,” said Andy.
“Her navel became an outtie,” said Lea. “It looked obscene. We’ve got some shots of her looking like she swallowed a watermelon.”
“By the time, we showed up the girl was about to bust a gut. I put her on the bathroom floor face up and set on her belly. That caused her to regurgitate spewed like a busted water main. It was a little messy but awfully damn satisfying to see that bitch rolling around on the floor vomiting up beer piss mixed with puke,” said Andy.
“You guys certainly had your fun with her,” said Lea.
“Enough bull shit. I have a plane waiting for me at the airport. Let’s get started,” said Andy.
“Why are you doing this to me?” asked Katie pulling toilet paper off the roll to wipe her ass.
“Come on Katie, let’s not play stupid. Do you recall sending a letter to the SEC accusing me of wrong doing?” asked Andy.
“I didn’t send anything to the SEC,” said Katie.
“Then why is your DNA on the stamp and the envelope flap? Jesus, you should watch that television show CSI. The DNA on the envelope matches the DNA Doug took off the hairbrush you keep in your desk. We had to test over 40 employees before we got a match. I was very surprised and extremely disappointed when I found out it was you. I thought you were a team player,” said Andy.
Katie was silent. She had been a fool. She knew about DNA but never dreamed they would go to those lengths to find her.
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