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“Oof!” Ashley’s captors heaved her atop Mr. Hunter’s thick wooden desk, the impact driving the air from her lungs. Before she could recover her bearings, her wrists and ankles were held down firmly. The athleisure-clad beauty was stretched out from one end of the desk to the other, her big breasts bulging out from under her and her plump spandex-covered butt pointing at the ceiling. She craned her neck back to stare up at Max. Salty tears still streamed from her wide blue eyes, forming trails down her freckled cheeks before falling to the dark wood below. Her full pink lips opened in the beginning of a sentence, only to contort until an unwilling open-mouthed grin as Mr. Hunter, wrapping one arm around both her ankles, ran a single finger up her socked sole.
“Ple-EEEK! P-please, just let me go, just EEEAAHAHAHA!” She wailed as Max shifted to hold both her wrists with one hand and darted his other into her stretched-out underarm. The buxom blonde was once again reduced to helpless laughter as her coworker pinched and stroked her armpit, her thin blue t-shirt once again proving poor protection against the prodding fingers. Ashley couldn’t even form the words to protest; she could barely even thrash around, held down as she was. She whipped her head back and forth, her golden ponytail flying every which way, and bounced her hips off the desk. She was trying to pull her outstretched limbs back to her torso, but all the curvy captive accomplished was setting her ass and thighs jiggling alluringly. Hunter began clawing at her feet with all five fingers, and she shrieked once before falling silent, her mouth stretched painfully wide and her eyes clamped shut.
“What’s the matter Ash?” Max teased. “Worn out already?” His hand moved down her side a few inches, pinching her boob as the bouncing beauty’s most recent landing caused her hefty mammaries to swell out to her sides once more.
Ashley barely managed a shriek before his fingers were buried in her outstretched underarm again. Her freckles faded into her face’s growing blush as she strained for air. Maybe, she thought, maybe if she passed out they would let her breathe. The police officers had left her alone after she’d passed out, surely two people she’d worked with, helped, been helped by, would do the same?
“We’d best give her a break,” Mr. Hunter said a moment later. The tickling stopped, leaving their scantily-clad victim wheezing and gasping. She didn’t resist, or even pay heed, when he climbed atop the desk, straddling her thick thighs just below the magnificent curve of her ass. The golden-haired girl heard a drawer open, followed by the sounds of rummaging, but she continued just sucking in large lungfuls of air, eyes closed and forehead pressed to the desktop. Her wide blue eyes shot open as cold metal slid between her t-shirt and skin. Craning her head around to see behind her, she saw Mr. Hunter positioning a pair of scissors at the hem of her shirt.
“Wha- NO! YOU CAN’T!” She managed to force out between breaths. Mr. Hunter arched an eyebrow playfully.
“Clearly, this shirt is too tight, it’s restricting your breathing.” The blades snipped together, opened, advanced, snipped again. “We can’t have you passing out on us, now can we?”
“But – I mean, what, why,” Ashley babbled as the scissors advanced up her back. “What do you want from me? Do you want a blowjob like I gave Max? Is that what you want!?”
Though her eyes were already dry from crying, sobs began to wrack her voluptuous frame as the scissors cut clean through her collar.
“Oh don’t worry about me Ashley,” Mr. Hunter chuckled, moving the scissors to a side seam as Max watched on hungrily. “I’ll get everything I want from you in due time.”
He snipped a few inches of the seam, did the same on the other side, and then grabbed her shirt on either side of one of the cuts. With an effortless pull, he ripped the seam all the way from her hip to the end of her sleeve, then did the same on the other side. As Ashley continued to sob helplessly, Hunter took one of her arms from Max, and the two forced her limbs around behind her back in a reverse prayer position before pulling some rope out of a desk drawer and tying her wrists together.
“Damn, yoga every evening really did pay off for you, didn’t it?” Max got no answer from the bound blonde, not that he needed one; the bondage already proved her impressive flexibility. He chuckled at her silence, walking down towards her feet and swatting her on the ass as he passed. She jumped and yelped, but gave no other reaction, even as he took a firm grip on her ankles. Hunter hopped off the desk, seizing her shoulders as he did, and the two turned her over. As Ashley was forced to roll, her lacerated shirt simply fell off her, leaving her in only a light blue compression bra, too-tight black spandex shorts, and bright pink ankle socks. Hunter tugged her upright, while Max pulled her feet around to the side until her legs stuck out past the edge of the desk, then knelt down. The busty beauty found herself momentarily standing, the edge of the desk pressed up just under her butt, until Hunter took one of her ankles and pulled it out to her side, pressing her heel atop the corner of his desk. He kept one hand on her ankle, and pressed the other into her ample chest, holding her upright while Max forced her other foot up onto the oppositie corner. For the second time this week, Ashley was tied in a full split with her arms behind her back and a pair of perverts groping at her pale, freckled flesh.
“Now, if you want to keep that bra,” Mr. Hunter said, pressing both hands into her barely-covered breasts, “stay like that for, oh… three minutes? That seems fair, you couldn’t do five minutes last time.”
As he spoke, Max hopped up on the desk, kneeling behind the shirtless tickle toy. The moment his boss finished speaking, the young man goosed Ashley’s bare sides, pressing into her back.
“Eee-AAHAHAHA!” thanks to the break she’d been given, Ashley was at least able to laugh- though she was quickly driven to screaming when Mr. Hunter darted his hands into her pits. The big manager pushed himself into the front of the desk, keeping the screeching woman atop the wooden surface. Ashley, for her part, did her best to focus on keeping her legs spread out to the sides, no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to pull them in to her vulnerable torso. A small part of her mind, the same part that had tried and failed to get her out of the situations with Pedley and the police officers, noted with relief that at least this split kept her crotch pressed to the desktop, rather than presented to her tormentors like the last split she’d been forced into. That little voice was silenced as Max’s hands dropped down to her hips, exploring all along the creases of her outstretched thighs. Her head hung forward onto Hunter’s powerful chest as she laughed. Max once again began nibbling at the blonde’s exposed neck, his hands running out along her hairless thighs from the hem of her tiny shorts to nearly the knee and back.
Hunter ran one hand down to her ribcage, playing piano with the gaps between the supple bones. As she threw her head back, mouth stretched wide, he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue slipped past her captive lips, probing her lovely mouth, while the hand at her ribs pressed between his body and hers, found her bare navel, and slipped a single finger in. Finger and tongue wriggled and swirled in unison, the first keeping her mouth stretched open wide, the second exploiting the opening. His other hand, the one still at her pit, trailed across her collarbone, then down into her bra. Its questing digits found one of her nipples, pinching and squeezing the helpless pink nub.
It was too much for the overworked office girl. As she moaned in protest, her legs swung around to her front, aiming to pull up to her chest but succeeding only in wrapping around her amorous manager.
As Max moved his hands back up to squeeze and prod at her sides, Mr. Hunter pulled away from her full pink lips. He grinned while bringing his hands under her breasts, bouncing and cradling the twin mounds.
“Ah well… two and a half minutes,” he said. Ashley stared at him in confusion, having completely forgotten the time limit in her panic. She didn’t notice Max picking up the discarded scissors behind her until he seized one of her sports bra’s shoulder straps, roughly forcing the blade under the fabric and cutting clean through it without even closing the scissors. She shook her head weakly and mumbled incoherent protests as he did the same on the other side. Max backed away slowly as Hunter increased the pressure on her breasts, pushing her lay faceup on the desktop with her legs still dangling off. She closed her eyes in one last pointless act of protest. Pressed together as her boobs were by the sports bra, Ashley felt as much the scissors dive into her cleavage, the shining blades making quick work of her upper half’s last piece of protection. Max dropped the scissors, throwing the cut halves of her bra to the sides before fondling and molding both her bare tits, while muted sounds of undressing reached her uncomprehending ears. A moment later, the passive prisoner was manhandled to lay lengthwise across the desk, her sock-clad feet pressed together and barely hanging off the edge. Her arms, still bound behind her, forced her back to arch and emphasized her already-breathtaking breasts.
A weight settled across her abdomen, quickly followed by something long and hard slapping down in her freckled cleavage. The topless tickle toy opened her eyes again, a wordless exclamation of shock passing her luscious lips at the sight of Hunter’s cock sitting between her swelling breasts. It was perhaps and inch shorter than Max’s, but even thicker, and a part of her said a silent prayer of thanks that that particular shaft hadn’t gone down her throat. The manager smiled down at her, silently taking her nipples in his fingers. He pinched, just a little too hard, and began rolling his fingers back and forth as she grimaced. When the two nubs were fully erect, his hands moved around to the sides of her naked breasts, pressing them together around his hard cock. He began to pump his hips, slowly, the veiny meat sliding between the sweat-slicked mounds with little issue. Ashley laid her head back, taking the tit-fucking without protest. At least, she thought, his dick wasn’t inside her and she wasn’t being tickled.
As if on cue, Max reminded the ticklish beauty of his presence by dragging a finger up her foot, from heel to toe. She squeaked in protest, but could barely move; Max was holding her ankles too tightly for her to pull her legs away, and Mr. Hunter’s bulk prevented her upper body from coming even a fraction of an inch off the desktop. As Max added more fingers, moving back and forth across her captive feet, Mr. Hunter slid his hands up her sides. Using his forearms to keep her breasts pressed together, he maintained eye contact with the petrified beauty as his index fingers began to poke at her hairless pits.
“GAAAHAAHAA FUHUHUCK YOUHOOHOO!” Ashley wailed as the devilish digits landed and were quickly joined by their eight brethren in tormenting her most ticklish spot.
“I believe – hng- that’s what’s happening here, yes,” Hunter grunted as he began to thrust faster.
“GAHAHA NOHOHO!” was the last thing Ashley said for some time, as one sock was peeled off her foot and Max began randomly darting between the bare sole and its still-covered companion. After that, the office was filled with wordless laughter and strained grunts, until, with a roar, Hunter lifted up and sprayed a stream of cum directly into her face. The big man slumped, his fingers going still, then climbed off the semen-stained blonde and began retrieving his clothes. Max, meanwhile, continued his torture of her unevenly-clothed feet. Now that there was no weight across her torso, the half-naked woman thrashed all over the desktop. No conscious thought entered her mind, so exhausted was she by the ordeal so far.
As Hunter tucked his white button-down shirt into his khaki dress pants, his eyes moved to her tiny black shorts, stretched tight across her wide hips and round ass. He smiled, chuckled, and spoke, too quiet for either of the office’s other occupants to hear over the sounds of riotous laughter.
“Don’t tire yourself out too much, Ashley. There’s still more fun to be had!”
To Be Continued... in Part 4
“Oof!” Ashley’s captors heaved her atop Mr. Hunter’s thick wooden desk, the impact driving the air from her lungs. Before she could recover her bearings, her wrists and ankles were held down firmly. The athleisure-clad beauty was stretched out from one end of the desk to the other, her big breasts bulging out from under her and her plump spandex-covered butt pointing at the ceiling. She craned her neck back to stare up at Max. Salty tears still streamed from her wide blue eyes, forming trails down her freckled cheeks before falling to the dark wood below. Her full pink lips opened in the beginning of a sentence, only to contort until an unwilling open-mouthed grin as Mr. Hunter, wrapping one arm around both her ankles, ran a single finger up her socked sole.
“Ple-EEEK! P-please, just let me go, just EEEAAHAHAHA!” She wailed as Max shifted to hold both her wrists with one hand and darted his other into her stretched-out underarm. The buxom blonde was once again reduced to helpless laughter as her coworker pinched and stroked her armpit, her thin blue t-shirt once again proving poor protection against the prodding fingers. Ashley couldn’t even form the words to protest; she could barely even thrash around, held down as she was. She whipped her head back and forth, her golden ponytail flying every which way, and bounced her hips off the desk. She was trying to pull her outstretched limbs back to her torso, but all the curvy captive accomplished was setting her ass and thighs jiggling alluringly. Hunter began clawing at her feet with all five fingers, and she shrieked once before falling silent, her mouth stretched painfully wide and her eyes clamped shut.
“What’s the matter Ash?” Max teased. “Worn out already?” His hand moved down her side a few inches, pinching her boob as the bouncing beauty’s most recent landing caused her hefty mammaries to swell out to her sides once more.
Ashley barely managed a shriek before his fingers were buried in her outstretched underarm again. Her freckles faded into her face’s growing blush as she strained for air. Maybe, she thought, maybe if she passed out they would let her breathe. The police officers had left her alone after she’d passed out, surely two people she’d worked with, helped, been helped by, would do the same?
“We’d best give her a break,” Mr. Hunter said a moment later. The tickling stopped, leaving their scantily-clad victim wheezing and gasping. She didn’t resist, or even pay heed, when he climbed atop the desk, straddling her thick thighs just below the magnificent curve of her ass. The golden-haired girl heard a drawer open, followed by the sounds of rummaging, but she continued just sucking in large lungfuls of air, eyes closed and forehead pressed to the desktop. Her wide blue eyes shot open as cold metal slid between her t-shirt and skin. Craning her head around to see behind her, she saw Mr. Hunter positioning a pair of scissors at the hem of her shirt.
“Wha- NO! YOU CAN’T!” She managed to force out between breaths. Mr. Hunter arched an eyebrow playfully.
“Clearly, this shirt is too tight, it’s restricting your breathing.” The blades snipped together, opened, advanced, snipped again. “We can’t have you passing out on us, now can we?”
“But – I mean, what, why,” Ashley babbled as the scissors advanced up her back. “What do you want from me? Do you want a blowjob like I gave Max? Is that what you want!?”
Though her eyes were already dry from crying, sobs began to wrack her voluptuous frame as the scissors cut clean through her collar.
“Oh don’t worry about me Ashley,” Mr. Hunter chuckled, moving the scissors to a side seam as Max watched on hungrily. “I’ll get everything I want from you in due time.”
He snipped a few inches of the seam, did the same on the other side, and then grabbed her shirt on either side of one of the cuts. With an effortless pull, he ripped the seam all the way from her hip to the end of her sleeve, then did the same on the other side. As Ashley continued to sob helplessly, Hunter took one of her arms from Max, and the two forced her limbs around behind her back in a reverse prayer position before pulling some rope out of a desk drawer and tying her wrists together.
“Damn, yoga every evening really did pay off for you, didn’t it?” Max got no answer from the bound blonde, not that he needed one; the bondage already proved her impressive flexibility. He chuckled at her silence, walking down towards her feet and swatting her on the ass as he passed. She jumped and yelped, but gave no other reaction, even as he took a firm grip on her ankles. Hunter hopped off the desk, seizing her shoulders as he did, and the two turned her over. As Ashley was forced to roll, her lacerated shirt simply fell off her, leaving her in only a light blue compression bra, too-tight black spandex shorts, and bright pink ankle socks. Hunter tugged her upright, while Max pulled her feet around to the side until her legs stuck out past the edge of the desk, then knelt down. The busty beauty found herself momentarily standing, the edge of the desk pressed up just under her butt, until Hunter took one of her ankles and pulled it out to her side, pressing her heel atop the corner of his desk. He kept one hand on her ankle, and pressed the other into her ample chest, holding her upright while Max forced her other foot up onto the oppositie corner. For the second time this week, Ashley was tied in a full split with her arms behind her back and a pair of perverts groping at her pale, freckled flesh.
“Now, if you want to keep that bra,” Mr. Hunter said, pressing both hands into her barely-covered breasts, “stay like that for, oh… three minutes? That seems fair, you couldn’t do five minutes last time.”
As he spoke, Max hopped up on the desk, kneeling behind the shirtless tickle toy. The moment his boss finished speaking, the young man goosed Ashley’s bare sides, pressing into her back.
“Eee-AAHAHAHA!” thanks to the break she’d been given, Ashley was at least able to laugh- though she was quickly driven to screaming when Mr. Hunter darted his hands into her pits. The big manager pushed himself into the front of the desk, keeping the screeching woman atop the wooden surface. Ashley, for her part, did her best to focus on keeping her legs spread out to the sides, no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to pull them in to her vulnerable torso. A small part of her mind, the same part that had tried and failed to get her out of the situations with Pedley and the police officers, noted with relief that at least this split kept her crotch pressed to the desktop, rather than presented to her tormentors like the last split she’d been forced into. That little voice was silenced as Max’s hands dropped down to her hips, exploring all along the creases of her outstretched thighs. Her head hung forward onto Hunter’s powerful chest as she laughed. Max once again began nibbling at the blonde’s exposed neck, his hands running out along her hairless thighs from the hem of her tiny shorts to nearly the knee and back.
Hunter ran one hand down to her ribcage, playing piano with the gaps between the supple bones. As she threw her head back, mouth stretched wide, he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue slipped past her captive lips, probing her lovely mouth, while the hand at her ribs pressed between his body and hers, found her bare navel, and slipped a single finger in. Finger and tongue wriggled and swirled in unison, the first keeping her mouth stretched open wide, the second exploiting the opening. His other hand, the one still at her pit, trailed across her collarbone, then down into her bra. Its questing digits found one of her nipples, pinching and squeezing the helpless pink nub.
It was too much for the overworked office girl. As she moaned in protest, her legs swung around to her front, aiming to pull up to her chest but succeeding only in wrapping around her amorous manager.
As Max moved his hands back up to squeeze and prod at her sides, Mr. Hunter pulled away from her full pink lips. He grinned while bringing his hands under her breasts, bouncing and cradling the twin mounds.
“Ah well… two and a half minutes,” he said. Ashley stared at him in confusion, having completely forgotten the time limit in her panic. She didn’t notice Max picking up the discarded scissors behind her until he seized one of her sports bra’s shoulder straps, roughly forcing the blade under the fabric and cutting clean through it without even closing the scissors. She shook her head weakly and mumbled incoherent protests as he did the same on the other side. Max backed away slowly as Hunter increased the pressure on her breasts, pushing her lay faceup on the desktop with her legs still dangling off. She closed her eyes in one last pointless act of protest. Pressed together as her boobs were by the sports bra, Ashley felt as much the scissors dive into her cleavage, the shining blades making quick work of her upper half’s last piece of protection. Max dropped the scissors, throwing the cut halves of her bra to the sides before fondling and molding both her bare tits, while muted sounds of undressing reached her uncomprehending ears. A moment later, the passive prisoner was manhandled to lay lengthwise across the desk, her sock-clad feet pressed together and barely hanging off the edge. Her arms, still bound behind her, forced her back to arch and emphasized her already-breathtaking breasts.
A weight settled across her abdomen, quickly followed by something long and hard slapping down in her freckled cleavage. The topless tickle toy opened her eyes again, a wordless exclamation of shock passing her luscious lips at the sight of Hunter’s cock sitting between her swelling breasts. It was perhaps and inch shorter than Max’s, but even thicker, and a part of her said a silent prayer of thanks that that particular shaft hadn’t gone down her throat. The manager smiled down at her, silently taking her nipples in his fingers. He pinched, just a little too hard, and began rolling his fingers back and forth as she grimaced. When the two nubs were fully erect, his hands moved around to the sides of her naked breasts, pressing them together around his hard cock. He began to pump his hips, slowly, the veiny meat sliding between the sweat-slicked mounds with little issue. Ashley laid her head back, taking the tit-fucking without protest. At least, she thought, his dick wasn’t inside her and she wasn’t being tickled.
As if on cue, Max reminded the ticklish beauty of his presence by dragging a finger up her foot, from heel to toe. She squeaked in protest, but could barely move; Max was holding her ankles too tightly for her to pull her legs away, and Mr. Hunter’s bulk prevented her upper body from coming even a fraction of an inch off the desktop. As Max added more fingers, moving back and forth across her captive feet, Mr. Hunter slid his hands up her sides. Using his forearms to keep her breasts pressed together, he maintained eye contact with the petrified beauty as his index fingers began to poke at her hairless pits.
“GAAAHAAHAA FUHUHUCK YOUHOOHOO!” Ashley wailed as the devilish digits landed and were quickly joined by their eight brethren in tormenting her most ticklish spot.
“I believe – hng- that’s what’s happening here, yes,” Hunter grunted as he began to thrust faster.
“GAHAHA NOHOHO!” was the last thing Ashley said for some time, as one sock was peeled off her foot and Max began randomly darting between the bare sole and its still-covered companion. After that, the office was filled with wordless laughter and strained grunts, until, with a roar, Hunter lifted up and sprayed a stream of cum directly into her face. The big man slumped, his fingers going still, then climbed off the semen-stained blonde and began retrieving his clothes. Max, meanwhile, continued his torture of her unevenly-clothed feet. Now that there was no weight across her torso, the half-naked woman thrashed all over the desktop. No conscious thought entered her mind, so exhausted was she by the ordeal so far.
As Hunter tucked his white button-down shirt into his khaki dress pants, his eyes moved to her tiny black shorts, stretched tight across her wide hips and round ass. He smiled, chuckled, and spoke, too quiet for either of the office’s other occupants to hear over the sounds of riotous laughter.
“Don’t tire yourself out too much, Ashley. There’s still more fun to be had!”
To Be Continued... in Part 4
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