The office was buzzing with the usual Monday morning chaos. Phones rang, keyboards clacked, and the scent of stale coffee permeated the air. I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but my mind kept drifting. It had been a rough weekend, and the stress from work was piling up. My boss, Mr. Thompson, had been breathing down my neck all morning, demanding updates on a project that was already behind schedule.

"Hey, Sarah," came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Mark, one of the guys from accounting, leaning against the edge of my cubicle. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and his eyes were locked onto mine. "Need some help with that?"

I forced a smile, shaking my head. "No thanks, Mark. I've got it under control."

He chuckled, stepping closer. "You sure? You look like you could use a break." His hand brushed against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, another voice cut in. "Sarah, can you come to my office for a minute?" It was Mr. Thompson, his tone stern and authoritative.

I nodded quickly, standing up and following him to his office. The door closed behind us with a soft click, and he gestured for me to sit down. "We need to talk about the deadline," he said, sitting behind his desk. "It's not looking good, Sarah."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. "I know, Mr. Thompson. I'm doing my best."

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Your best isn't good enough. We need results, and we need them now."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could speak, the door swung open again. In walked David, one of the senior developers, followed by Chris, the marketing manager. They both looked tense, their expressions matching Mr. Thompson's.

"What's going on?" David asked, his voice sharp.

Mr. Thompson sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sarah's not meeting the deadline. We need to figure out what to do."

Chris crossed his arms, glancing at me. "Maybe she needs some motivation."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized where this was heading. "Guys, please," I started, but they ignored me.

David stepped closer, his eyes darkening. "You know, Sarah, sometimes people need a little... incentive to perform."

Before I could react, Mark appeared in the doorway, his grin widening. "Looks like we're all here. Maybe we should give Sarah the motivation she needs."

Panic surged through me as they closed in, their intentions clear. "No, please," I begged, but they didn't stop.

Mr. Thompson stood up, his expression cold. "This is your last chance, Sarah. Perform or else."

Mark reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. "Let's show her what happens when she doesn't deliver."

I struggled, but there were too many of them. David and Chris grabbed my other arm, dragging me towards the conference room. My heart pounded in my chest as they pushed me inside, locking the door behind us.

"Please, don't do this," I pleaded, but they only laughed.

Mark unbuttoned his pants, revealing his hardened cock. "Time to get motivated, Sarah."

Tears streamed down my face as they surrounded me, their hands roaming over my body. I felt a hand on my skirt, yanking it up to expose my panties. Another hand reached between my legs, pressing against my mound.

"So wet already," Chris murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease my clit.

I gasped, my body betraying me as pleasure mixed with fear. Mark stepped closer, positioning himself in front of me. "Open your mouth," he commanded.

Reluctantly, I obeyed, my lips parting as he thrust his cock inside. I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks as he began to fuck my throat. His hands gripped my hair, forcing me to take more of him.

Meanwhile, David had pulled off my panties, exposing my dripping pussy. He knelt down, his tongue flicking against my clit. I moaned around Mark's cock, my body trembling with arousal.

Chris positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my asshole. "Ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I shook my head, but it was too late. He thrust inside, tearing into me with brutal force. I screamed around Mark's cock, pain and pleasure blending together in a chaotic mix.

They took turns, each man taking what they wanted from me. Mark fucked my throat, David devoured my pussy, and Chris violated my ass. My body moved on autopilot, responding to their demands despite my protests.

After what felt like an eternity, Mark pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. "Now for the main event," he said, pushing me down onto my knees.

David and Chris joined him, their cocks hard and ready. "Which one first?" David asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

Mark smirked, nodding towards David. "You go first."

David stepped forward, positioning his cock at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust inside, filling me completely. I cried out, my body shuddering as he began to pound into me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

Chris moved behind me, lining his cock up with my ass. "Here we go," he said, pushing inside.

I screamed, the double penetration overwhelming my senses. They moved in unison, their cocks slamming into me with relentless force. My body rocked with each thrust, my mind lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.

Mark watched, his cock twitching with excitement. "Keep going," he urged, his voice hoarse.

David and Chris obeyed, their pace increasing. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the impending release. They sensed it too, their movements growing more frantic.

"Cum for us, Sarah," David growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

With a final, desperate cry, I climaxed, my body convulsing around their cocks. They followed soon after, their groans filling the room as they spilled their seed inside me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed to the floor, my body spent. They stood over me, their cocks still dripping with cum.

"Good girl," Mark said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I lay there, my mind reeling from what had just happened. But before I could process it, the door opened again, and another coworker stepped inside. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes wide with shock.

Mark grinned, turning to him. "Just giving Sarah the motivation she needs."

The newcomer hesitated, then smiled. "Mind if I join?"

I stared up at them, my heart pounding in my chest. What was happening? What would they do next?

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