Denise had been hired at the factory and was holding a position as clerk; she was also in charge of spare parts and had to spend quite a long time each day in the storage department of the factory, in long walls between the endless rows of cases and shelves containing the various bolts and screws that the factory was producing. One hot day, she was not wearing anything but a rather thick blue blouse, and was completely naked under it. She was directly under the orders of a rather old man, who had been in the job all his life. In that rather deserted place of the factory she felt quite relaxed. After the deliveries in the morning nobody came to disturb her while she was working. She was really quiet. She had noticed however the obscene allusions of two workers who always whispered words when passing near her corner. But she had settled the matter once and for all and sent them to hell. A third man, looking harder than the others did not seem to have understood and he still insisted. Denise was kind of scared of this one.
That precise day her direct supervisor was not here. Denise was alone, slowly checking a catalogue in a dark Corner of the storage room. She was checking each part and presently was occupied at checking the ones placed in the upper shelves. To reach the shelves she had to put one foot on each side of the little alley between the two rows of shelves, and she had thus her legs wide apart. Suddenly, lowering her head, she saw under her, the two men she had so violently rebuked in the past. They were staring at her revealed flesh. She immediately wanted to close her legs, but before she could make one move they took hold of her ankles and maintained her firmly in her position between the shelves. At the same moment she felt, as in a nightmare, the other man, behind her, climbing on the shelves and pulling her arms back to tie her hands. Then in two seconds he unhooked the blouse and she was naked, her sex and breasts exposed to the men. Her wide open legs were revealing her sex in the most obscene way, and she had absolutely no way of concealing an inch of her body from them. She could feel the warm breathing of the men between her legs; the other one was pressing her teats vigorously, as if he was trying to milk her. She wanted to cry, holler, do something, but was paralyzed with fear and could not move.
But she started moaning, and immediately they brought her down, and gagged her with some oily rags that they found on the ground. Then they stretched her body between the rows of shelves, on the ground, and tied her ankles and wrists to each side of the alley. She could not even kick, or move, and was completely at their mercy. Their hands, their hard rough, calloused hands, wandered on her naked body. With revulsed eyes she saw, she felt their mouths suck the nipples of her breasts, and she felt the saliva drip on her torso. Fingers insinuated between her buttocks, found her asshole, and forced their way in it, remaining in her warm entrails, while other fingers checked the girl's virginity. They laughed at the movements she did to try to escape their brutal touch when they started penetrating her with their hard fingers. She was offering the most exciting display of flesh, with her hands and legs taken apart. They started discussing about who would be the first to take her.
She was wishing somebody would come and that he nightmare would come to an end, but nothing was happening, and she thought that they had probably closed the door and locked themselves in, knowing perfectly well that at such a late hour nobody would come and disturb them in the fulfillment of their crime. She overflowed with horror-the man that she hated more than others wanted to be the first to take her.
“But, we all want to see how it works, why should you be the first?”
“Ah, you want to see how it goes? There is nothing easier. Look.”
Denise heard their laughs. And then she heard the noise of a metal piece in one of the shelves. Then she tried once again to free herself from her ties, understanding what they were up to.
“NO, NOT THAT!”
They were certainly not going to rape her with that chromed tube, with its rounded head of shining metal. NO… that could not be true. She was struggling as much as she could in complete bondage. A couple of hard slaps crashed on her buttocks. Then she saw them, under her legs, kneeling to see, and she felt fingers open the lips of her cunt. They contemplated her virginity, commenting the beauty of the untamed flesh with atrocious words.
She felt the cold metal slide its way between the soft walls of their sex. It was not a very big tube, hardly more than 2 inches in diameter. That allowed them to see the flesh around the little metal cylinder. The man pushed slowly, and the distended flesh resisted a little. The others were holding the lips wide open so that they could watch more conveniently the progression of the metal in the tormented sex. The pressure became higher and Denise, horrified, overwhelmed with an intense disgust, felt the most horrible sensation of something breaking in her, tearing her own flesh apart. They saw the tender skin burst open and blood started coming, while a dim cry came from under the gag over the girl's mouth. The little cylinder penetrated a couple of inches more. They removed it, and after feeling the newly opened way in the sex, they said: “To the oldest…”
“O.K.”
And the elder man, a stout fellow, with gray temples, undid his pants exhibiting a bulky rod, put it in position, and in one hard move sent it completely up to the hilt in the bleeding cunt. Another cry was lost in the rags on her mouth, and Denise had to undergo that repellant coitus, that churning in her tortured flesh. She tried to escape, but in vain. The man was strong and was holding her, motioning her in an opposite movement from his, thus accentuating the violence of his penetration. The flabby balls were slapping the lips of the young cunt. Horror grew in her when she felt the pace increase, and then he spat his senile sperm in her vagina.
He had hardly removed his tool from her belly than another one penetrated her. Hard and long, the prick was fornicating the young girl. Tears were rolling on her cheeks. He was not long, and soon her cunt was filled with his thick sperm. Then the other one turned her over, and, in spite of the gag, they could all hear the cry that she let out…
“What have you done?”
“I raped her, you fools.”
And he showed his belly glued to the ass of the young girl. Moving a little he showed his tool impaled in the propped up bottom.
They laughed.
“Clever boy. Come on, now, let us hurry; we do not have much time left.”
And, while caressing the body, shaken by the violent churning of the worker's dick in her ass, they all commented on the beauty of the show, and appreciated its rarity.
Soon, the man slowed his pace, sighed, and removed his prick, after taking his pleasure in that virgin ass now slimy with gunk.
Then they untied the girl, allowing her to stand while her legs were still held to the shelves without removing her gag. One of them took one of the nipples between his hard fingers, and twisted it viciously; when he saw terror in her eyes he said:
“If you speak, first of all we will have you sacked because nobody will believe you, and then we will give you such a wallop that you would not and could not forget it for the rest of your life. And for your nipples, what would you think if we treated them with a pair of pliers?”
Denise, panicked under the intolerable pain at her breasts, hiccupping, crying, promised, swore whatever they wanted her to swear to. She had to lean against the walls while they were going away, and had hardly the strength to drag herself to the toilets. She hesitated and did not complain. At night she saw them following her at a distance-the next day she resigned without giving a reason for her decision.
During the whole confession, Monique caressed the young girl between her legs, alternating kisses on her lips and on her breasts. Lost in a wonderful dream, the girl stopped speaking and remained silent for a couple of minutes before the orgasm seized her and left her panting after a couple of contractions; her belly was twisting delightfully under the action of the finger that was slowly penetrating her.
Monique let her recuperate for a moment and then resumed her questioning about her life, and also about the reason why her nipples had taken such a shape and size.
Denise came closer to Monique and caressed her breasts. She let her fingers linger on the young girl's body, and her hand went under Monique's skirt, between the closed legs, on the sex, and insinuating between the moistened lips. For a little moment Denise stared at Monique, surprised, but she did not say anything and resumed her caress, she also continued her account of her loves and misfortunes.
Denise remained one whole month unemployed. Her personal savings were running out and she spent her last pennies at the gynecologist, because the horrible event that had occurred in the storage room had consequences that she preferred to stop immediately. She found another job in the same specialization, and was working in another, smaller factory under the orders of an elderly man. It did not take her a very long time to realize
