I heard a clatter behind me, and then Clarice's hated voice. "Stay, Miles. I think you should be here as a witness. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings that would keep Rachel from getting her hard-earned money, would we?" It was a clear threat, and Miles snarled a reply. I couldn't make out the words through my growing horror. Miles was going to have to watch these brutal men fuck me, and that somehow made this horrible situation a hundred times worse.
The huge brute released me in the center of the clear space. He rumbled a command. "Take off yer dress." His friend snickered, and I flushed. With trembling fingers, I reached for the hemline of my dress, and slowly dragged it up over my head. The crude men made appreciative lip-smacking noises as my panties and bra were exposed. I couldn't help the hot blush staining my cheeks.
Marco reached for me first, but Harry slapped his hand away. Licking his lips, he stared at my breasts, the soft flesh jiggling in time with my shaking knees. I turned my face away as he leaned towards me, and his stubbly lips slid across my cheek. He grunted in irritation, and tangled his hand in my hair, painfully yanking my head around to face him. His wet mouth slid across mine, and his tongue probed against my tightly closed lips. I shuddered, and then whimpered as hard fingers slid between my legs.
Marco had knelt down beside us, and his blunt fingers were shoving against my panties. He seemed perplexed by the flat vibrator sewn into the crotch, and twisted it, the hard plastic biting into my pussy. I gasped in startled pain, and Harry took the opportunity to cram his thick tongue into my mouth. I choked and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip in my hair until I couldn't move, and his intruding tongue leisurely explored my mouth.
Impatiently, Marco ripped the vibrator away, tearing my silky panties and exposing my shaved pussy to the cool air. The sound of ripping fabric caught Harry's attention, and he finally released my mouth, looking down in confusion. "Hey!" His bass grumble made Marco look up, just in time to catch a heavy fist across his jaw. The blow knocked the smaller man to the floor, and he snarled up onto his elbows, blood leaking down his chin from a split lip. I gasped, heart pounding, but unable to move with Harry's fist in my hair. He growled at Marco, shaking my head painfully for emphasis. "I get her first, asswipe!"
Marco coughed and spat, leaving a bright red spray across the white marble floor. "We're supposed to double-team her, dumbass. You heard the boss." Harry's face darkened with anger for a moment, but then he laughed, chuckling coarsely. "What the hell. I just want her pretty mouth for right now. You can do whatever the fuck you want to the rest of the slut." He shoved me onto my knees, leering at me and revealing a missing back tooth. "You're going to suck my dick, bitch."
I felt frozen with dread, but to my utter shame, the degrading treatment was somehow also arousing me. Marco shoved the center of my back, knocking me forward onto my hands and knees, and then ran a calloused hand across my bare ass. Even as I shuddered under his touch, heat gathered in my traitorous pussy. The crude man snickered, pinching me painfully. "Hey, check out these bruises! This slut likes the rough stuff." He slapped my ass and I yelped, shocked at the sudden sting. "Shut the bitch up already!" Another hard slap fell across my reddening skin.
Harry knelt to the floor in front of me. His huge hand came up to grip the back of my head and he ground my face against his crotch, the rough denim abrading my cheek. I could feel the hard outline of his cock under his jeans. With a satisfied grunt, his hands dropped down, and he unzipped his fly. He wore no boxers, and his hairy cock instantly sprang free, thick and long. Oh God, this is really happening.
The odd numbness that had dulled my thoughts vanished, and I jerked back with a whimper. Marco laid a punishing blow on my ass, and I cried out. Harry grinned down at me. "It's too late to back out now, whore! The boss owns your ass." I gulped, head hanging down, struggling for control. I had to do this. Just get it over with, already. Reluctantly, my whole body shaking in revulsion, I raised my head and opened my mouth.
Harry shoved his cock between my lips with a happy groan. He grabbed my hair when I tried to pull back, and sank his thick dick even deeper into my throat. It was huge, painfully stretching my jaw, and I gagged and choked as the broad head bumped the back of my throat. Grunting, he pulled his cock half-way out before slamming it back into my mouth. I gasped for breath between strokes as he set up a fast, pounding rhythm.
The force of his thrusts rocked me back and forth on my knees. Marco laughed, and slapped my ass in time, making me yelp around the cock in my mouth. Then his hands slid down my ass, and rough fingers probed my pussy. I couldn't stifle a moan as his hard finger ground against my clit, sending unwilling pulses of pleasure through my straining body. "Ha! Her pussy's wet. She really is a whore."
I closed my eyes, hot tears of pain and humiliation streaking down my cheeks, as Harry slammed his cock even deeper into my throat and Marco's thick finger slid into my virgin sheath. My pussy clenched around him reflexively, and he groaned appreciatively. "God, she's tight. I'm gonna fuck her raw!"
Harry pulled his cock from my mouth, and I turned my head away gratefully, gasping for breath. "Hell yeah, you fuck her pussy and I'll do her in the ass!" Marco responded by shoving more fingers into my twat, stretching my pussy more than ever before, and then forcing a rough thumb into my asshole. He slammed his fingers into my flinching body hard enough to bruise, again and again, ignoring my pained cries. I sobbed from the burning ache in my pussy and ass, resting my forehead on the cool tiles beneath me. Oh God, please let this be over soon! But I knew the worst was yet to come.
A hard voice suddenly cut through the horror and fear. "I'll give you my votes, Clarice. Call off your animals."
I whimpered as the fingers violating my ass and pussy were suddenly yanked out. Protesting male voices rose around me, but I blocked them out, pulling up my legs to huddle on the floor, my face in buried in my arms. I felt dizzy, faint and nauseous from shock, and the noise and lights around me faded into buzzing chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, gentle hands pulled me my feet, and my blue dress dropped down over my head. I yanked it the rest of the way on, desperate for its meager protection, and then wrapped my arms tightly around my waist. As my vision gradually cleared, I recognized Miles standing beside me and gratefully leaned into his strength. He dropped a comforting arm around my shoulders.
Clarice walked into view and I lurched backwards in terror. Miles' arm tightened around my shoulders reassuringly, holding me in place. She peered into my pale face, and then tsked condescendingly. "I do believe you're right, Miles. The poor thing seems to have bitten off more than she could chew. It's so good of you to rescue her from her folly."
"Do we have a deal or not, Clarice? I think you've made your point here." His voice was tight with anger and his arm fell away from me. I closed my eyes, cringing with shame from my abject failure. His bitch of an ex-wife was going to use me against him after all, despite my efforts to free him from her vengeful manipulations. It had all been for nothing.
Clarice's bright laughter grated on my frayed nerves. "I'm going to raise the price, actually. Now that you've had such a graphic preview of what will occur if you refuse my offer." I felt Miles' tremble with rage as she went on. "There will be another vote in a month, the final approval for the merger. You'll vote with me then, too." Her sweet voice had absolutely no give. "Or Harry and Marco will finish the job. They won't be nearly as nice to her next time, either. They're a bit angry, and really, who can blame them? She's such a tease."
My knees gave out and I slipped to the floor, dark spots dancing before my eyes. Miles looked down at me, scowling blackly, and then turned back to Clarice. "Fine." He spat the word out. "Sign over her contract and I'll vote your way twice, at your discretion." A pit of despair opened inside me, as I realized that I'd actually made things even worse for Miles.
She grinned triumphantly. "I'll have the agreements drawn up. It won't take long, so why don't we just wait here, if you don't mind."
"Send your thugs away first." She shrugged, and sent the men out of the room with a wave of her hand. I was glad to see them go, even as I trembled on the floor, my throat aching with unshed tears. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. I stayed on the floor, huddling in miserable silence. Clarice was all smiles, cheerfully making small talk, while Miles snarled monosyllabic answers. Thankfully, they both ignored me. At last, the legal agreements arrived, and were duly signed and notarized. I recognized the tacky red and white contract Miles received, my own scrawled signature splashed across the bottom. God, how stupid I'd been.