• Premise: Office girl gets punished by burglar for accidentally locking herself in the building
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Female POV] [First Person] [Bound] [Humiliation] [Spanking]
• Note: Feel free to give me your feedback, I would like to improve on my writing skill and speed.

For Context: Read Part 1 of the story first.

"Not only are you a dumb bitch but you are also a slut. Sluts don't wear bras when they go to work." Bobby insists with this logic, and my topless self can only meekly nod in agreement even when his remarks sting me.

"Introduce yourself again and call yourself a dumb bitch and a slut. Do it with a smile too." He commands.

"My name is Annie and I'm a dumb bitch and a slut!" I parrot his request with a cheerful voice as best as I can, only noticeably breaking the feel of the cheerfulness at that last word. He chuckles, clearly enjoying what he's seeing and hearing so far.

"Good slut." He pats my head from behind like I'm a dog. How far does Bobby intend to go with me? It seems that this is far from over yet.

"Now take off your skirt and panties." I hesitate for more than a few reasonable seconds, and this time his two hands grabs my breasts and pinch both of my nipples hard. I jump and gasp in pain, but my cunt muscles also jerk in response as well - I can almost feel my clit rubbing against the silky material of my panties.

"I won't repeat twice, take off your skirt and panties," he repeats into my ear, this time with a higher volume in his voice. At the same time he is roughly manhandling my breasts. Despite my misgivings, I am learning that there are consequences to not complying with this stranger's orders in time. This is completely logical - When my boss asks me to do something, I need to get started on it immediately. Same with what Bobby demands of me. He releases his hands and I hear him step back, clearly expecting me to make my move.

Yes, from now onwards I don't need to be told twice what to do. My skirt quickly drops on the floor and my panties slides off my legs before I step out of them. I am now fully naked and exposed to this criminal. My head still spins a little from accustoming to my new boss so quickly. Bobby whistles his approval and I almost can feel his breath getting shallow when he sees my full submission. Just like he did to my shirt, his knife tears into my skirt such that I can no longer wear it. I stare forlornly at my ruined clothes, knowing that when this is all over, I will eventually need to walk out naked pleading to be rescued. Strangely, that thought of it sounds so hot, and my pussy is anticipating how degrading of a position I already am and will soon be.

Bobby's hand reached down and grabs my pussy, and I gasp at the sudden sensation of his fingers pushing into my vagina. If my face isn't already fully burning red before, I'm sure it is now. I obediently just stand there and let his fingers have his way with me for a minute, after which he pulls out and wipes his fingers on my face, and I feel my own wetness.

"You are getting wet from all this," He derisively smirks as he seemingly ponders on his next command.

"Now introduce yourself, call yourself a dumb slut who likes to get naked. Say it with a smile."

He's laughing, not caring about the tears that start to roll down my cheeks, when I put on what's probably a comically wide smiling face while the words "My name is Annie and I am a dumb slut who likes to be naked!" unbelievably left my mouth.

"Jump up and down until I tell you to stop, I want to see your tits jiggle!"

I did that too. He makes me do this for nearly two minutes until my tits hurt from all that jiggling.

Bobby tells me he's giving me a break as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a pile of rope. I am not sure why is that considered a break, but I suppose he means I no longer need to do or say anything for now, since he binds my hands together and stuffs my mouth with my own panties. He brusquely pushes me onto my knees while my hands thrust forward on the floor, my ass sticking out before him. My pussy is radiating heat, somehow I'm aching with anticipation of whatever, possibly worse, that will be coming. How? How can I be enjoying such treatment? My boyfriend, always a gentleman, treats me with respect be it in public or in bed. And here I'm being sexually humiliated in what's supposed to be a decent environment, and yet I strangely yearn for more.

"Dumb Annie, I think you deserve a good fingering in your pussy after obeying all my commands so far," he starts, and before I can mindlessly mutter a muffled "thank you" through the panties in my mouth, he almost gleefully adds, "but every minute of fingering you also get a minute of spanking, round after round until you climax..."

"Nod your head, my slut, if you want me to finger you." And... Ignoring my own shame in this situation, I nod eagerly, giving him the go-ahead to further debase me.

I close and throw back my head, my body fluttering with increasing pleasure as his huge fingers dig into the soft folds of my pussy. Bobby has this magical way with his fingers when he rubs against either my clit or vagina, and being already moist only helps enhances the sensation and makes me even wetter than before. And as he promises, his one minute or so of fingering would suddenly stop and his hand would lay down hard on my ass for the next minute. The way his fingers are intentionally positioned, they still continue to make contact with my pussy on each spank. Therefore making me alternatively moan whenever he's fingering me and then cry through my gag as his painful smacking teases my dripping wet pussy at the same time.

Eventually I can no longer hold back and I arch my back, crying as my climax overwhelms me. My first experience cumming at the hands of someone other than my lover - From a good old spanking too.

My senses return only to realize that during the midst of my intense sensations Bobby has shed his jacket and pulled off his own pants. I look back and my new boss is softly and obscenely stroking his fully erect cock behind me. I gasp again, both at the size and the forbidden feeling of it all. I am unable to respond properly but I know that inevitable moment's arriving whether or not I like it. He grabs my hips and pulls back, his hard cock easily sliding into my now well-lubed pussy.

"This is your punishment, slut, for failing me." I close my eyes and just savor the feeling of him riding me. At this moment I can only agree with him - It is wrong for me to interfere with his burglary just like it is wrong for me not to submit my report in time. Now I am just facing the consequences, and I have to enjoy it.

I've never been filled with a cock of such length and girth before! Frankly, he rides me hard, his own moan following every deep thrust I am receiving. This is overwhelming for me: A would-be burglar thoroughly stripping me of all my dignity before he forcibly fucks me. I no longer care that I'm now some submissive girl on my hands and knees, nor do I care what else is happening around me, my only next task is to welcome my inevitable second climax. His thrusts get faster and harder, and my stifled moans are in sync with his every stroke, his every moan.

When that moment arrives, I am trembling hard, the gag barely holding back my pent-up scream of lust. This is even stronger than the first one Bobby affords me, and I black out. I think I vaguely recall Bobby pounding me all the way to the finish line, with him shouting his climax very shortly after pushing me over the edge. The back of my mind rings out a warning that I always made my boyfriend wear a condom whenever we fucked... Too late for that. Right now I am just thoroughly satisfied and I can't care less that I might be in trouble just because today's not my safe day.

By the time I wake up from my orgasmic stupor, I am alone again. My hands are still tied up, my panties are still in my mouth, and my knees are a little too sore to get up for the time being. I curse, noting that Bobby didn't even bother to free me when he makes his getaway. How long am I going to stay here? The whole night? Until the first staff member on Friday morning arrives and see me tied up like this, upon which I have to explain that I was raped by a burglar? I lay down on the ground, tired, helpless, with some sense of loss.

Or maybe I won't have to stay that long? Because another guy just climb in through the window and is now staring at me. My head looks ahead and I can see him leering at what's between my open legs.

"Hello there baby, I'm supposed to be ransacking this place after the scout gives the go-ahead. He told me there's nothing valuable to steal here but at least there's a whore free for fucking. I guess you must be the consolation prize," he laughs.

"Well, well, this must be some sick game you are playing with your boss eh?" He laughs as he unzips his pants. I still can't respond properly, so whatever I try to convey between the panties in my mouth would just confirm what he accuses me of.

I lean up to look on my right side of the ground where this new stranger is staring at. Bobby, that asshole new boss who just owned me earlier on, wrote on the floor in bright red marker ink: "I am Annie, please fuck me in any way you like for the whole night".

I groan in dismay as the second man gets naked and ready to violate me - likely unprotected as well. Worse, from my throbbing pussy I know I would be pushed to yet another climax when he is having his way with me. And I really don't want to hear his next words.

"You can call me Charlie. Can't take my own sweet time though. David and Edwards are still waiting behind!"

THE END