Going out with the girls in November is hit or miss. Sometimes you have to bundle up walking between the clubs and bars. Sure you can get the boys to check you once inside and you can hang up your coats, but nothing quite replaces walking freely in your little tight dresses and your matching pumps. You and your ladies exude a sexiness that's palpable; you know it and the poor boys gawking as you glide by know it. Luckily tonight it's one of those nights you can strut your asses off with only a hint of chill perking up your nipples. The sensation makes you tingle just a tiny bit which emboldens your strut and confidence. Boys will be boys and after a few hours of casual flirting, dancing and knowing looks between you and your bff's, it's clear that it's slim pickings. The guys are trying too hard and the obnoxious jokes fall flat. Nows it's late and you need to stop by work to finish up something so Monday won't be quite the bear it threatens to be. Hugs and kisses between the three of you before Ubers take you all in separate directions. Your office isn't too terribly far, and it's only an hour's work or so you anticipate. Smartly you left your vehicle parked at work so you could work and sober up at the same time. Not an entirely unusual occurrence unfortunately. Work pays the bills even if it limits your free time.

You fire up your computer and grab a bottled water from the mini fridge. A couple of yawns escape your lips but you shouldn't be too hungover tomorrow morning you suspect. Two spreadsheets in you hear a rattle back in the bullpen area. The lights are mostly off save for two or three that keep the floor lit during off hours. You take a swig of water and stand up listening more carefully. Hopefully it's not rats or something. Apparently it's nothing so you resume your work. You que up the color printer and send several different graphs to it. You hear it start to warm up then begin it's copying. Once these are done, you can send off the completed files to headquarters and get the fuck out. Your lips mouth the sentiment as you reach the printer. With your back to the relative darkness a sudden movement startles you. In an instant a man wearing all black including his baclava jumps you. You manage a shrill scream but his left hand grabs the top of your hair and produces a large sweater that he presses to your throat.

"Not a fucking sound or I'll slit your throat right fucking now." His hand is pulling back on your hair so hard it's making your eyes water. "Turn around." You slowly turn away and feel your wrists pulled behind you. With your wrists crossed you feel plastic enclose them then tighten painfully. The knife suddenly reappears to your check. "Don't fucking move bitch." His hand drifts down the side of your leg slowly before disappearing underneath the hem of your dress. His fat hands and thick fingers find your panties and yank them up until the material slips between the folds of your pussy. By now your heart is pounding in your chest, your wrists hurt terribly and now he's practically splitting you in two. "Feel good slut. I bet that little slutty cunt is nice and wet already. Let's find out." His voice seems disembodied with his mouth covered. The knife pulls away and is brought to the sides of your panties. The silk easily cuts away from the giant blade against it. He pulls out the panties and forces them between your lips.

The taste of your fear and humiliation fill your mouth. Then he rips of a strip of duct tape sealing them in. "There now you can cry all you want as I fuck your ass.". Before you can comprehend his words he walks you to the common area of the room then lowers his knees into the back of yours that sends you sprawling forwards. His hand in your hair keeps you from falling on your face, but your knees take the full brunt. Now on your knees, he takes the knife to the buttons of your top and obliterates them leaving your chest only covered by your bra, which is then sliced away leaving your breasts exposed. The tickle of the material has left your nipples perked up which he immediately takes advantage of with his teeth biting them. The knife settles against your collar bone as he bites, twists and punches your sensitive nipples.

It feels like hours have passed but it's likely only been fifteen minutes since he grabbed you. You scream into the gag when he shoves you face first into the hard carpet and yanks down his black pants. His cock stands erect and long, a drip of precum hangs on the tip. He works your knees under your stomach and lifts up your dress, leaving your holes vulnerable to his think cock. You feel a few drops of cold liquid hit your ass then suddenly he plunges headlong into your tiny asshole. The pain is immediately insufferable. You can feel delicate tissue tearing with every giant thrust. Minutes of intolerable pain wrack your senses. Finally with his hands around your throat he grunts and grimaces before unloading an impossible amount of thick cum directly into your ass.

Finally he pulls out leaving you bound and broken on the floor of your work place. You sob uncontrollably hoping that he's done. You can hear him getting dressed behind you. "Where are your fucking keys Nicole?" For an instant the pain of your brutal rape is forgotten as you try to understand how he knows you. You try to speak through the gag but hes not listening anyway. He found them and is now busy doing something else. "We're going for a ride bitch." He's packed up his gear and yanks you up by your elbow. He looks around for a coat or something to cover you up with and then finds a forgotten trenchcoat to cover you up with.

"Can't have us getting recognized by the security cameras? It's apparent he knows you and the layout of the building. He grabs his gym bag and admires the mess you left behind for the janitors to find. His arm swings around your shoulder holding you close in case you were to try something stupid. "I still got the knife slut, so don't fucking think about it." You walk awkwardly close together as you pass the three security cameras in and around the parking garage. He knows your vehicle and it only takes a few minutes before he pops the trunk open and tossed you in. Your dress is hiked up revealing your abused ass. He takes another plastic tie and binds your ankles just as tight as your wrists. Then he loops a third one between your hands and feet leaving you in a severe hogtie. Finally he pulls out a small vibrator that he slips into your pussy. "It's a long trip Nicole, I don't want you to get bored." He slams the trunk shut and presses a button on his phone bringing to life the bullet buried deep in your cunt.