Owned by the Billionaire(11)

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.