After being fucked by Chuck, her husband’s boss, at that sodden construction site with all those homeless men watching, Molly continued her downward spiral.  On Monday, her own boss had her in his office to talk to her.  As a store clerk, she had to stay alert.  Instead, Molly stood around like a zombie, lost inside her own head.  Things at home weren’t any better, and her husband Jerry was no help. He just yelled at her more often for the laundry piling up, and otherwise ignored her.

For Chuck’s part, he was silent. Molly obediently went to the porn site to check for messages from him, but none were there. Not on Monday, not on Tuesday.  Just unsolicited offers of “tribute” from strange men.  Instead of checking three times a day as ordered, Molly found herself checking ten or twelve times a day, on her I-phone at work in the stall of the ladies’ room, as well as the computer at home.  Each time she checked, she saw her avatar – A still of her ass with Chuck’s cock half inside her, a reminder of the first night Chuck fucked her and secretly videoed her. Each time she saw the posted close-up video of her pussy, when he forced her to ride that red silicone dildo stuck to a table top.

Before this had all began, Molly masturbated a couple times a month, fantasizing about old lovers or men she wished were lovers. Now she was masturbating nearly daily, and to the most awful things Chuck had done to her. She felt dirty, used – like the whore Chuck told her she was. Yet, she hadn’t felt this turned on in years. For that she felt intense shame.

Finally, the message came.  She was to meet check at his office again.  She would wear her curly red hair down. She was to put on some of the things he’d seen before; her shear lace peek-a-boo bra, her large boobs and pink nipples overflowing the top, black garter belt and fish net stockings against her pale skin, her stiletto heal “fuck-me-pumps.”  No panties were to be worn, her thatch of red pubic hair exposed and her large round ass bare.  No other clothes allowed but her long raincoat. Finally, she was to wear the dog collar she had been forced to buy, black with silver studs.

Once again it was after hours and the night crew, including Molly’s husband Jerry, were at a work site a 45 minutes away, and not due back for a couple hours.  When she arrived the company, only Chuck’s office light was on. The building was otherwise empty.  She walked in and was shocked to find Chuck at his desk with another man, laughing and sharing a bottle of expensive looking scotch. 

They both stopped and looked when Molly entered.  Molly’s eyes grew wide.  The stranger was shorter, heavier and a bit older than Chuck, but bull-like with a massive chest and shoulders, a thick neck and large head with deep set piercing eyes. His was balding, but with thick eyebrows and dark stubble across his cruel face. He was wearing an expensive suit but still looked like a beast.

“This is Ron”, Chuck said, smiling. “He’s brought a problem to my attention, and he’s here to work out a solution with you.” 

“What….a…a problem??” Molly said, clearly alarmed and confused.

“Come over here and look at this security video we’ve received” Ron instructed, gesturing to one of the computer monitors.  Molly cautiously came close enough to look at the monitor. In grainy greenish hued light she recognized the Jersey barrier at the construction site where Chuck had ordered her to park.  She watched her car pull up to it and stop, her license plate clear and readable. As she watched, a man wearing a hood walked up to her car as she unrolled the window.  She saw him take out his wallet and hand her money. She watched herself open the door, turn in her seat and begin to suck his cock.  She watched as he pulled her up and exposed her tits and pulled her pants down, before turning her around to fuck her over the car hood. The whole time the man never looked in the direction of the camera, never showed his face. Her face, in fact her whole body, was exposed.

Something finally snapped inside her. She screamed at Chuck “Don’t you have enough on me??”

Ron calmly answered for Chuck “You mean the video where you are doin’ two guys in your bedroom, or the one where you do a strip-tease and fuck a dildo?” Nah, that might make your husband leave you and your kids disown you, but it’s legal. This shit is prostitution. You’ll go to court, have a permanent record…”

“What shit are you talking about?” Molly fumed. “That’s Chuck in that hood!”

“Can’t be. The time on it is during the game.  Chuck was watching the game with me.” Ron grinned.

Molly was livid, but she didn’t know what to do, so she tried bluffing.  “I’m going to the police. I’m going to tell them everything!”

“I AM the police.” Ron smiled, showing her his gold shield. “Now, be a good girl and SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“Molly, that’s enough.” Chuck sternly said, standing and moving towards her till his face was inches from hers. “You won’t say shit to anyone.  First, nobody’s going to believe you with three videos to try to explain.  Second, even if they did believe you, you couldn’t bear your whole family, including your sons, getting emails with links to click, opening them to see videos of you fucking and sucking like a whore. Third, deep down inside you, where you hide the truth from yourself, you are getting off on this shit like nothing you ever had before, and you don’t want it to stop.  Now drop that fucking raincoat.

Molly sputtered. Tears began to well in her eyes.  She didn’t know what to do, so she complied.  She unfastened the coat and let it drop to the ground, standing in front of the men as they coldly surveyed her body as she trembled.  Chuck commanded “feet spread apart, hands behind your back, chest out” she could feel tears run down her cheek. She wanted to run but stood frozen.  Chuck stepped back for Ron as he slowly walked around her, checking out every inch of her.  Suddenly she felt Ron slap and squeeze her bare ass cheek. “Nice round ass.  She’s a little fat, but you like ‘em that way” he said offhandedly to Chuck before shoving his large heavy hand between her legs from the back. Her whole body jumped as she felt his thumb slide between her lips and push into her. She was already damp. “Fat cunt, too.  How much do her tits sag?”

Chuck grinned at Molly’s discomfort and shame and ordered “Take off the bra.”  Molly unfastened the clip at the front and let the straps slide off her shoulders as it slipped down.  Her big, full breasts slipped slightly downwards.

“Not as far as I thought for udders like that.” Ron sneered, cupping one breast in his free hand as if weighing it. “I’ll let her work off her violations and the video will go missing, for now.”

“First things first. I can’t have an insolent slut” Chuck interrupted.  Looking angrily at Molly, “Bend over and grab the edge of that table.  Keep your legs spread.”  Molly did as she was told.  “Where’s the leash?”

Molly looked over to her coat on the floor.  Behind it, Ron had his tie and jacket off, and was unbuttoning his shirt.  “It’s in my coat pocket.” She squeaked, barely getting the words out.

Chuck fished in her pocket and pulled out the thin black leather leash. He doubled it, the way Molly remembered her step father doubling his belt before a spanking. Seeing it made her feel like a frightened, guilty little girl again. She lurched forward as the first stroke landed against her ass, instantly reddening her bare pale skin. The leash struck a couple more times, crisscrossing her round ass with red marks. Each time she lurched forward and cried out. Tears and mascara were running down her face.

Chuck paused. “Tell me why you are being punished.”

Between ragged breathes Molly gasped. “Because I was insolent”

The leash slapped around the back of her thighs this time, almost crumpling her. “What did you do that was insolent?”

Gasping, she replied “I yelled at you.”

Again the leash met her thighs, the burning sensation through her fishnet stockings. She jerked forward. Chuck asked dryly “What else did you do?”

Between sobs, Molly replied “I lied and said I’d go to the police”

This time Chuck stood behind her and swung the leash upward, between her legs. Molly screamed as the leather strap bit into her vaginal lips. “Oh God, please don’t!”

“And why is that a stupid thing to say?” The strap flew up between her legs again as her body nearly collapsed against the table.

“Because Ron’s a cop”

“And..?” This time Molly reflexively brought her thighs together, moving her ass away from the blow. The leash licked at her thighs.   “This continues till you hold still… What other reasons?”

“Because nobody would believe me… Oh God…” She forced herself to hold still, as she had to do for her step father all those years ago. She was bent over the table at the waist, her elbows tight at her side and her face against the table. The leash came up, wrapping itself up over her pussy. She slid off the table onto to the floor on her hands and knees.

“Why else?” This time the leash crossed her thighs. “Legs spread, slut.”

“Because I don’t want my sons watching me be a whore…Please stop” she said, forcing herself to move her knees apart, on her hands and knees on the office carpet.

“Why else?” Chuck demanded, as the leash swung up and slapped her pussy once more. She crumpled, her head and elbows on the carpet, her knees folded beneath her, but her ass sticking up, her reddened pussy lips on view.

“Because in my heart I know I want this.”

Another slap, this time across her ass, caused her back to arch and her head to come up as she cried out. “Why?” Chuck demanded.

“Because I’m a slut” Again the leash went against her thighs, but her pussy was still burning. She noticed the inside of her thighs were wet, and thought for a moment it was blood, but realized it was her excitement.

“Who’s slut?”

“Your slut.” Another slap, hard, but not as hard

“Then you should be thanking me.”

“Thank…..you….” she almost whispered as the leash came down again.

“For what?” This time the leash didn’t come down, giving Molly the chance to catch her breath. “Turn around and kneel in front of me.  What do you have to say?”

Molly came to her knees in front of chuck, sitting back on her heals, and looked up at him with her face streaked with mascara. Her chest was still heaving from the exertion. “Thank you for making me your slut”. Molly gasped.

Ron’s voice came from behind her.  “OK, so is it finally my turn yet?”

“Sure” Chuck smiled as he clipped the leash onto Molly’s collar and handed the other end to Ron.  Chuck stepped back and started to undress.  Molly looked up at Ron, He was already naked. She had never seen a man this hairy naked before. He had hair all him. His arms, legs and neck were thick and muscular. His shoulders and chest were huge, but he was a good thirty or forty pounds overweight, his round hairy belly protruded.  His cock was large and fat and veiny, coming out dense nest of black pubic hair.  She felt repulsed and intimidated.

“Time to start working off your debt to society.” Ron joked as he sat on the edge of the conference table. He jerked the leash to make Molly turn towards him. “Suck me off and you better do it good.”

Molly knew if she didn’t “do it good” she’d get more punishment from Chuck. With Ron sitting at table height, she had to stand and bend over his lap. She braced one hand on the table as she cradled his balls in her other hand. Her tongue circled the head of his cock. She ran her lips and tongue along the underside, till she was at his balls, kissing them. She could smell his heavy, sweaty, musky odor. She brought her tongue back up the length of him before wrapping her lips around his shaft and taking it in is as deeply as she could.  “Well, she sucks like a whore” Ron commented.

Molly startled as she felt another set of hands slide between her legs, fingers sliding into her tender reddened pussy. She heard Chuck’s voice behind her “She soaks herself like a whore too.” She felt two, then three of his fingers stroke in and out of her as she continued to bend over, afraid to stop sucking Ron’s dick.  She felt the fingers leave and moaned as she felt Chuck’s cock go into her from behind. She could feel his bare hips against her ass cheeks. His trim, tight abs and smooth skin contrasting the big hairy man in front of her.  

Chuck grabbed a mass of her red curls at the back of her head as Ron held the leash. Soon a rhythm formed. As Chuck stroked in, he pulled her back by the hair ramming his cock all the way in. Molly’s body heaved forward as Ron pulled the leash and his cock went deep into her throat. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth as they fucked her mouth and pussy.

After only a few moments of this, Molly felt the wave of her orgasm overwhelm her. She cried out, but her sound was muffled by Ron’s fat cock in her mouth. Both men felt her body convulse, but continued to fuck her without breaking the rhythm. Chuck was next to cum, yanking her Molly’s hair back hard as he let out a groan, pushing his hips forward and driving Molly’s head even harder into Ron’s crotch. Both men held her tightly in place. Molly began to gag on Ron’s cock.

Ron handed the leash to Chuck and leaned back on the table, legs wide. Ron began stroking his cock and commanded Molly “Now lick my balls”. Moly obediently began to run her tongue over his balls, underneath and between the creases between his balls and legs.  

Chuck pulled back on the leash, pulling her head away. “Do you like licking he sweat off Ron’s balls”

Molly gulped “Yes” She found herself actually straining against the leash.

“Then ask for it”

“Please let me lick Ron’s balls”

“That’s right, slut” Chuck smiled as he let out the leash. Molly pressed her face between Ron’s legs. “Finger yourself while you do it.” In spite of her orgasm, Molly was still so horney she could barely stand it, but had been afraid to touch herself till told to. Her hand quickly went between her legs and she began rubbing her clit furiously.

Ron was stroking his cock fast now. He groaned “Now lower. Lick my asshole, bitch.” Molly had never done anything like that before. She hesitated.

Chuck jerked the leash. “Do it, slut!” Molly’s tongue went darting around Ron’s asshole. Ron groaned. He brought up his legs and held them by his shins, spreading himself wide. Molly rubbed herself furiously as she pressed her tongue against his asshole. Ron’s whole body tensed and he let out a loud long bellow.

Molly had never seen so much cum. Not even chuck blew off like this. It was in her hair, on his legs, on the table. She felt it warm on her face and it triggered a second wave of orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She panted as her body convulsed.  The carpet below Molly’s legs was soaked. The men laughed at her. She was exhausted.

“You’re not done.” Chuck said sternly. “Lick up that cum.” Molly obediently began licking the cum off Ron’s thighs, and the bits laying in his pubic hair. She licked the tip of Ron’s cock before taking his flaccid cock once more into her mouth to taste the cum that dribbled down the shaft. When she was finished with him, Ron got up and started to dress.  “You’re still not done,” Chuck warned. “Clean off my table.” Molly understood. She began licking the table top to get the last of Ron’s cum. When it was clean, she looked up at Chuck. “Now go home. Your husband should be coming back shortly.”