Whistleblower's Punishment
Copyright© 2026 by Ted E. Bear
Chapter 8
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
“Rise and shine,” yelled Dougie slapping the side of the barrel startling Katie awake. Dougie took the top off and immediately stepped back.
“God you stink. That’s the worst shit smell this nose has ever encountered. Don’t get out yet. You’ll get shit everywhere. I’ll roll you into the shower room and you can climb out there.”
Katie tried to move but her body was too stiff. She braced herself as Dougie rolled the barrel on its edge. Then Katie felt the barrel tip over. She spilled out on to the shower room floor along with a quantity of loose shit.
“Impressive, you filled the whole bottom of the barrel. Talk about shitting your brains out. I never dreamed that stuff worked so well. I guess Mussolini knew what he was doing. Can you stand up?”
“No, I can’t move,” was all Katie could manage. She was so stiff from sleeping in a confined space and sore from her ordeal that her body was incapable of movement.
Dougie turned a shower on and adjusted the water temperature. Next he grabbed Katie’s arm and pulled her over under the cascading warm water.
“Just lay there until your joints loosen up. I’ll be back in a while,” said Dougie leaving the shower room.
It took several minutes for the water to do its work; Katie’s joints began to loosen. Straighten her legs was pure agony but she managed to get them under her and slowly come to a standing position. Katie picked up the bar of soap that Dougie had placed unwrapped in the tray. Katie noted that the full sized bath bar was from Crabtree & Evelyn’s. It was heavily scented. For some reason, Katie read the label on the wrapper, Strawberry Mango Fine Milled Soap. The irony of her captors providing luxury soap after forcing her to sleep in a barrel of her own shit caused her to laugh out loud.
“You okay in there?’ yelled Dougie from the other room.
“Yes, just starting to shower,” replied Katie as she started to work the soap into a lather.
Gingerly, she began to wash herself. Her whole lower body had been covered in shit that had dried and was difficult to wash off. After a few minutes, she was able to move more freely.
“Not done yet,” said Dougie returning to the shower room.
“I can’t get the shit off me,” answered Katie
“Move around so you loosen up,” said Dougie handing Katie a small plastic bottle of shampoo.
. Dougie got busy with a hose washing shit down a center drain. Slowly, greater movement came back to her body. Katie leaned against the shower wall and lathered her filthy hair.
“Hurry, get cleaned up, I brought you some breakfast. We have a busy day ahead,” said Dougie handing Katie a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Dougie left her to wash. The hot water brought her back to where she could at least feel her body. The area between her legs was still excruciatingly sore from the ride on the Spanish Donkey. It was painful to the touch.
Katie’s mind returned to the time she spent on Andy’s version of the Spanish Donkey. She recalled how the constant rocking motion moved the pain from her vagina to her sphincter never allowing a moment when the agony was not growing. That was complemented by the pull on her ankles that slowly increased the pressure of the knife like edge against that sensitive area between her legs. What was almost as bad was the psychological torture of watching her face in the display monitor. Her expression had seemed demented as the torture slowly reduced her sanity until she found it hard to recognize herself.
As long as I live I’ll never get over that. That was the most unbearable agony I could possibly imagine thought Katie. Katie recalled how the ride had brought her to the very edge of madness. Continuing her inventory of ills, Katie looked in the mirror at her bruised and still red butt. There were bright red stripes across her ass. She could feel the stripes with her fingers.
There were small cuts where Lea’s bullwhip had slashed her flesh. Her nipples felt raw and her breasts were still sore from being wrapped in sash cord. The rings in her nipples and labia added to her feelings of humiliation. Those degraded her permanently. I look like some sicko fetishist who thinks that sort of trashy jewelry is sexy thought Katie.
Those rings were not something that would heal up in a few days and go away. A month from now, she’d sit down to take a piss and feel them when she wiped.
“Ouch,” said Katie when she touched her anus. The surrounding skin felt like it had been rubbed raw and her rectum ached from being stretched.
“And double ouch,” added Katie after placing a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina. No sex for years and then I get gang banged and tortured. No wonder I’m sore realized Katie.
Still it feels good to be clean thought Katie as she finished brushing her teeth.
“Here, rub this where you hurt,’ said Dougie coming back to hand her a large squeeze bottle of ointment. Katie gently rubbed the hydrocortisone cream onto her sore places. It did soothe the burning.
Katie saw there were several pairs of shower thongs and bath towels near the shower room door. She placed her feet in a pair that looked like a fit and toweled off.
“Let’s eat. Its just fast food but I bet you’re hungry,” said Dougie who appeared from somewhere and motioned her to return to the room she had been tortured in yesterday.
Katie wrapped a towel around her hair and another one around her body. She thought to herself it was the first time in many hours she wasn’t naked. Katie realized how hungry she was when she saw the Styrofoam container of breakfast. It wasn’t hot but she ate it anyway. Dougie came back into the room.
“I rolled your sleeping quarters outside. I couldn’t handle the smell. Castor oil is amazing stuff. Leave it to Andy to come up with something like that. He must spend a lot of time on the Internet doing Google searches on ‘torture’.”
“What are you going to do with me? I promise I’ll never tell anyone about the off shore accounts. Just let me go back to work. I’ll be a loyal employee,” said Katie.
“Will you come to my office anytime I ask and let me fuck you on my desk while Greta watches and maybe joins in?” asked Dougie.
“Yes, if that’s what you want,” said Katie wondering if she would really have to do that. After all, she was at least fifteen years older than Dougie. Greta was even younger than Dougie and drop dead gorgeous.
“Good, I like to watch lesbians have sex. You seem to be making the proper attitude adjustments,” said Dougie.
“I can’t take any more pain,” said Katie.
“Today, all you’re going to have to do is watch. No one is going to hurt you. I told you it would be easy,” said Dougie.
“I’m exhausted. I need to sleep in a real bed,” pleaded Katie.
“Later, for now you are still on Andy’s agenda,” said Dougie. “Let’s go in the next room and get you set up. You can bring your coffee.”
Katie followed Dougie into a smaller room. She immediately saw that she was looking through a one-way mirror into the room where she had been raped and tortured the night before.
“This is the viewing room. Have a seat,” said Dougie pointing toward a large upholstered chair facing the one-way glass.
Katie sat down. Dougie quickly buckled leg restraints around Katie’s ankles.
“I’m only going to restrain one arm for now so you can drink your coffee,” said Dougie.
“Thank you,” replied Katie relaxing somewhat at being allowed to sit in what felt to be a Lazy-Boy chair with BDSM features.
“Here, get real comfy,” said Dougie pushing the wooden lever arm to extent the footrest and tilt the chair back.
“What’s going to happen?” said Katie.
“You’ll find out soon enough. See that corkboard looking stuff on the walls, industrial soundproofing. This place is really well designed. When I flip this switch, microphones allow you to hear everything happening in the main room but they can’t hear us.”
“What is this place?” said Katie.
“The ranch house Andy inherited from his father. They fixed it up as some sort of BDSM hide-a-way. He and Lea have parties out here. They import kids from Mexico, whip the shit out of them and send them back across the border.”
“From Mexico,” asked Katie.
Andy knows some very influential people in Mexico that are into the same things that he and Lea are. I sort of deduced that if you survived one of their parties, you are going to carry the scars to your grave. Jeffrey, Ken and their wives come here too.”
“Skilling and Lay,” said Katie?
“Yea, they’re all into the scene as they call it. I hear someone so I need to restrain your other arm,” said Dougie taking the coffee cup out of Katie’s hand before buckling her other wrist to the armrest.
“I have to go set things up. But I’ll be back to watch with you,” said Dougie leaving.
Moments later, Katie was shocked to see a dozen young men with incredible physiques being ushered into the room. Two of them left with Dougie then quickly returned carrying a full size bed with no headboard or footboard. They positioned the bed directly in front of the one-way mirror.
Dougie said something to the young men but Katie couldn’t hear a word. At that point, they started undressing.
Weight lifters or football players said Katie watching closely as some incredible bodies came into view. Look at the cock on the tall blonde thought Katie. The girls in the office would call him a tripod. God I wonder what this is all about? I hope it doesn’t involve me. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who tried to blow the whistle on Andy.
Katie’s question was answered in short order when Matt Roberson came into the room dragging a young girl. Her hands were taped together and a cloth bag covered her head. Although Katie couldn’t see her face, she immediately recognized the clothes and the long legs of her daughter, Beth Anne.
“Oh my God no,” screamed Katie as Matt removed the bag. Katie began to cry and struggle against her restraints.
Katie could see the fear in Beth Anne’s eyes as she realized she was in the room with twelve oversized and nude males.
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