Working late by rapenwolf

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This story contains violent content if you find such things distressing please do not read on.Stacey Sherwood hated working late, she hated end of month figures, and most of all she hated her fucking PC for having erased all her figures for the day. Now she was sat at her desk desperately trying to redo them before the cut off at eight. She flicked a lock of her red hair out of her eyes as she glanced up to the clock. Seven O’clock, only an hour to go. Fortunately she had less than thirty minutes work to do. She promised herself a large Chinese for dinner. Followed by a long bath filled with soothing salts to calm her down. This was not the best way to begin the weekend. She was twenty one, and should be planning to go out partying. Not staring at a computer screen.

A noise behind her startled her, she jumped and looked around. Suddenly very nervous at being alone in the building. Carefully she pushed her chair back, rose and walked slowly to the office door. Her heart was beating fast in her chest as she gingerly opened it. She looked out, nothing there. Then she heard footsteps coming from round the corner. She reached down to grab something for protection, and ended up holding a large stapler. She stepped out into the corridor, took a deep breath to calm her nerves and walked towards the footsteps. She turned the corner, nearly colliding with Alfred, the security guard.

“Christ!” Stacey gasped staggering against the wall.

“Miss Sherwood, you startled me.” Alfred said to her.

“Not as much as you scared me Alfred.” Stacey said back with a smile. He was somewhere in his late fifties with balding grey hair and a slightly wrinkled face. He smiled back at her.

“Sorry, I was just doing my rounds.” Stacey blew out a breath and calmed herself down. “Are you nearly done. I’m supposed to lock everything up at eight.”

“I know, I’ll be done by then, don’t worry.” She patted him on the arm and headed back to the office. They all loved Alfred, he was so nice and polite to them all. Back in the office she set to finished as quickly as she could, her bath calling to her already. Fifteen minutes later she was nearly finished when she heard a louder noise. It sounded like something falling over. She ignored it, it was only Alfred. When she heard a second loud noise she realised she could not ignore it. Making sure she saved her work before she left her station, she headed back out into the corridor. It was silent, she could not hear a sound.

“Alfred is that you?” She called out softly, her voice seeming frighteningly loud. She grabbed the stapler again and stepped out into the corridor. Slowly she walked down to the corner. Her high heels clicking quietly on the tiles of the floor. She felt suddenly alone and exposed. Reaching the corner she looked round, nothing. She took a deep breath, it was just her imagination running riot. The crash that suddenly filled the silence made her jump. Fearfully she walked towards the noise.

“If that’s just Alfred being clumsy I’ll murder him.” She muttered to herself as she reached the next corner. She stepped round it slowly, and froze in horror. It had been Alfred, but only because he was now on the floor. His head covered in blood having been smashed open by someone. Stacey stepped backwards, her hand on her mouth. Then a man appeared from the room next to Alfred’s body. He spotted her and she felt his gaze burn into her. She was frozen to the spot, too terrified to move. He looked back into the room

“Hey guys, look what I’ve found.” He said in a tone that sent a shiver up Stacey’s back. Two other men appeared from the room. All of them looking at her with expressions of almost hunger on their faces. Their gazes flicking up and down her petite figure. From her long flame red hair, down to her slightly angular face. Then to the white blouse she was wearing, that she had undone the top few buttons to keep her cool. Then down to the tight pencil skirt that reach down to just above her knees. Finally down to her shapely calves and the pair of black heels she had worn that day.

“Umm, looks like we can have more fun than just smashing the place up.” The one guy said. They moved towards her as a group. That moving broke Stacey from her frozen state. With a scream of terror she turned and ran. Heard them as they charge after her. She dashed into her office, slamming the door, looking round for something to pin it with. Before she could she felt a heavy weight slam against it. She tried desperately to hold it closed. But the three of them easily forced the door open. Stacey staggered back, putting space between her and them. They entered the room, fanning out around her. Stacey backed up more looking around for some way of escape. One of them dived towards her, she shrieked and jumped away from him. Nearly into the arms of his mate who had tried to sneak up on her. She dashed past him, diving for the door. The man she had first seen stopped her. He body checked her, slamming her into one of the tables. Before she could recover he grabbed her hair. Yanking her back he flung her across the room. She staggered in her heels, hit a chair and fell face first into the floor.

She scrambled to her feet, only for one of them to grab her and throw her over the nearest desk. She grunted as she slammed into it, the impact knocking the breath out of her. She clawed at the desk, trying to draw in a breath. A fist to the side of her face slammed her to the floor. Hands grabbed her arms and she was dragged across the room towards another desk. One of them grabbed her legs, she was lifted into the air and slammed down onto the desk, scattering it’s contents to the floor with a loud clatter. Stacey struggled to get free, but she was too weak and they were way too strong.

“Please, let me go, don’t hurt me.” She begged them as they held her down.

“Oh we’re so going to hurt you bitch.” The one guy said.

“We’re going to fucking rape you hard whore.” The other man told her. Stacey began to sob softly in fear.

“No, oh god please don’t” She begged, they all laughed. The first man lent forwards and tore open her blouse. He reached down to paw at her breasts through her bra. Then ripped the bra away.

“Umm, very nice tits you have there slut.” He told her as he roughly pawed at them.

“Oh god, I’m not a slut, please don’t do this.” Stacey said.

“All women are sluts, they all just want to be fucked hard.” He hiss back at her.

“And we are happy to help you with that.” One of the other men said. Stacey screamed for help, sobbing hard as she felt the man’s hands kneading her breasts hard. The three of them laughed.

“There’s no one coming to help you, I killed the guard.” The first man said. “Now let’s have a look at your cunt bitch.” as he spoke he began to pull her skirt down. Stacey fought against him, struggling to break free. Twisting her feet against the grip of the man holding her. She managed to break on foot free, lashing out with it against him. He was forced back, almost releasing her other foot. Before she could pull herself fully free the man pulling her skirt down slammed his elbow into her stomach. The air blasted from her lungs with a whoosh.

“Don’t be stupid bitch, you’re our slut to fuck as we want.” He snarled at her, before returning to yanking her skirt down. Stacey desperately drew in breath, as she did he dragged her skirt and panties off her. She felt him forcing his finger between her legs. She struggled, twisting and turning on the desk. The two men holding her down shifted to be able to pin her better. The man waited until Stacey was held down again before pushing his fingers between her thighs.

“Please, please no.” Stacey begged as she felt him sliding his fingers along her pussy. He laughed at her pleas, before ramming two fingers deep into her. She screamed in terror as she felt his fingers pushing into her. Tears ran freely down her face as she began to sob loudly.

“What’s her cunt like then.” The man holding her arms down asked.

“Nice, tight, hot.” His friend said as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. Stacey sobbed, gasping each time he pushed his fingers into her. After a short while he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “Yes, I’m going to enjoy fucking your cunt slut.” He told her in a callous tone. Stacey shook her head desperately.

“No, please god no.” She begged, again he laughed. He moved round to grab her legs. Pulling her hard towards him. Placing himself squarely between her thighs. She felt him fumbling at his trousers. Panic shot through her, this could not be happening to her. She squealed, twisted her arms hard, yanked them free. Reaching up she clawed at the man’s face, trying to make him back off. He easily blocked her attack, then slammed his fist into her face. She fell back onto the table, for a second blacking out. By the time she had recovered he had removed his trousers. She froze as she felt his cock rubbing against her. As he moved to push it into her she tried again to break free. He reached up and grabbed her by the throat. Slamming her back down onto the table hard. Stacey grunted at the impact, her head span. Then she felt him pushing into her.

Stacey screamed as he thrust up into her hard. Ramming his cock inside her body. Pain and horror flashed through her as he began to rape her. Thrusting up with rough, hard thrusts. His hand around her throat holding her down as he did. She screamed, sobbed with each hard thrust. It just seemed to egg him on to be rougher. He reached up to paw at her breast, twisting it hard with his hand. Keeping up the constant thrusts into her. In, out, ramming in hard and fast. She cried out, deep racking sobs of pain. She could hear his friends urging him on.

“Yeah, fuck that whore hard. Ram it in her cunt.” They shouted as the man continued to rape her. Stacey tried to push him off her. But she was too small, and he was too strong. He pinned her by her throat slamming in and out harder and faster. His breathing coming in short gasps.