Christmas Redemption

Her lips wrapped around his cock, tasting the stale girl and guy cum still coating it. Quickly she put all the practice she'd gotten to good work, egging that cock to rise up. Tongue tickled the underside as she coerced his cock to it's full size, then looked at him, concerned as to what exactly he planned to do to her and already having a pretty good idea as to what was going to happen next. Memories came flooding back to her and quickly she fought to suppress them.

Her forearm was grabbed and she was hauled over towards the conference table, laid out upon the polished top so that her ass hung over one end and her mouth hung over another side of the table. One soft, cum coated cock was shoved into her mouth as several of the men stood around the other end. Two pairs of hands came to spread her ass cheeks apart. The familiar feeling of cold lube slid down over her puckered ass, causing her to sigh upon the cock in her mouth. The men grinned at the sigh, taking the sign of her submission to them. "Mmm what a very good slut you are. You'll be a great addition to this company," the VP quipped at her, "but first I'll need to sample the goods myself and ensure that my prediction is correct."

The owner of the cock in her mouth took a solid fistful of her dark hair, ensuring that she kept his cock warm while the VP lined his cock up with her puckered hole. All Savannah could do was keep her mouth occupied with the cock in it and grip down upon the edge of the table, readying herself for the first cock to penetrate her ass since Dr. Ferguson three years prior. Her eyes watched Lisa's head bob upon one of the security guard's cocks, her green lips spread wide over the thick member. She too was getting her ass lubed, though from what Savannah could tell, it appeared to have been anticipated. Mentally she sighed, accepting that this must be a normal thing for the female interns at this firm.

Valiantly she fought to clear her mind, to release tension from now tight muscles, forcing her ass to relax and prepare for the coming onslaught. She felt the head of the cock press to her tight hole and groaned against the cock in her mouth, causing the owner of that cock to pipe up, "damn this slut can't wait to get it in the ass. She's already so fucking turned on she's moaning like a bitch in heat."

Another slap came upon her right ass cheek, eliciting another groan against the cock, seconds later the cock at her ass began to work it's way into her. He was thicker than Dr. Ferguson, straining her more than expected. Mentally she focused herself on the cock in her mouth, hoping that the lack of attention to her ass would help her to relax the muscles further. His hands gripped her hips tight as he began to fuck her ass in earnest while the man in her mouth took a tighter grip on her hair and began to match the thrusts in her ass.

A loud feminine moan broke the air, Savannah looking up to see Lisa arch her back as her ass was penetrated. Eagerly the other intern returned to sucking the slightly curved up cock in front of her, large chest bouncing over the polished table surface. Savannah could feel the lust coming off the threesome, almost losing herself in it as she was pounded from both ends. For a moment she was almost enjoying herself, letting herself slip into being a wanton slut. She'd heard the term sub drop before and vaguely it played in her mind as she felt herself be used, wondering if it applied. As an orgasm streaked through her body the thought was wiped away.

As soon as the one drained cock left her ass a second lubed dick slid it's way up her rear, the owner immediately taking a quick and hard pounding motion, pressing her down against the table, smearing the cum on her chest all over the tabletop. The cock in her mouth finally pulled out, stroked a couple of times on the shaft and sprayed his load all over her face. One over the top of her head, seeping into her hair, the rest upon her forehead and cheek. He smeared the tip around in the cum on her cheek and shoved it in her mouth, ensuring that she sucked him clean. Her sore jaw was given only a few seconds of reprieve before it found itself full of cock again. Despite herself, eagerly she began to suckle upon the new cock, working it hard and doing her best to relax her throat to give it entrance.

It wasn't long till she lost track of the number of times her ass was taken, the number of loads that were dripping off of her face, or the number of times her body had been thrown in orgasm, all she knew was that her ass was sore in ways she'd never dreamed of and that her face felt more covered than a mud mask. With one last slap to her throbbing ass, the last cock finally slipped free of her tender rear with a soft popping sound. Glancing up at Lisa she saw the girl splayed out upon the table, a vacant look upon her face as her body moved with each thrust of the man still pounding her rear. The woman's face was glazed with a layer of cum, letting Savannah imagine that was what her face looked like. As sore as she felt, as tired as her body was, and as humiliated as she felt, there was a tiny part of her that was reveling in it all, in having been used, having been a toy for all of the men. It was that part of her that wasn't sure if she should be disgusted with the events or with herself.

Someone had thrown a pair of towels upon the table with the seemingly cruel joke of a couple wetnaps. Still, she took one of them and tore the packet open, just as she was ready to start wiping her face a flash to her right temporarily blinded her. When she looked up, she realized one of the men was taking photos of their handywork. Savannah tried to protest but her jaw was too sore from all the cock she'd sucked that night. Instead she resigned herself to the humiliation of the photos, waiting for them to finish before proceeding to wipe her face clean.

When the older Savannah was able to tear herself away from the memories, she looked sullenly towards Adam, "satisfied with playing voyeur to what your company staff did when you were gone? Did they hold up your traditions right? Even after I was hired full time I was still expected to help break in the new female intern, much like they did with Lisa. For months afterwards anytime I spoke up or tried to assert myself, I was reminded of just how much they enjoyed screwing me. And yet, and yet, I still willingly did it every year, part of me even enjoyed it. I don't know what to make of myself, I just, I don't know." Tears slipped down over her cheeks as she was brought to face the shame she felt of participating in the Christmas party events.

Adam just stood there in shock at the sight before him, "this...this is not the traditions that I left behind. I mean, sure some Christmas parties you had people disappearing into darkened offices, but not like this. I...I'm sorry it devolved into this." He sighed, "it would seem this night is meant for both of us to learn the lessons of our lives and errors. Mine in the raising of my son, yours well, we have much more to see. The night, as they say, is still young."

Savannah just shook her head, wishing the nightmare would end, "lead on I suppose, the faster we get this over with the faster I can wake up from this nightmare." With that she took his hand, glancing back once more to see her younger self gingerly lifting off of the table, then helping up Lisa, before trying to wipe some of the semen off herself.

**********

Into a home they landed, the house fully decorated for Christmas, almost as if the owner was preparing for a Martha Stewart magazine photo shoot. Slowly looking around, Adam smiled at all of the decorations, "well this seems to be a bit of a change. Perhaps this is a happy memory that will remind you of the joy of Christmas?" He looked over at Savannah, his eyes growing wide as he watched her body trembling with fear. The corners of her eyes held tears in them, slowly she pulled closer, putting her arms on his suit jacket.

"P..p...please don't make me relive this. I never wanted to live this again. I'll, I'll do anything, just don't make me relive this memory again." She looked up at him, the tears streaming down her face and staining her shirt. It was too late though, the memory had already started to play and they were the trapped audience.

Out from under the tree came a slightly older Savannah, this time in her mid-30's, fixing up a wrapped package in the shape of a snowboard with the tag reading "To Paulette From Santa". Happily she went about the room, making sure everything was just so, checking the bolts on the bike for her son that she'd just finished assembling. Finally she went to the warm glass of milk and the plate of cookies, nibbling them down and being sure to leave crumbs on the plate then drank most of the milk, wincing at how warm it had gotten. With it being one of the last Christmases that her son would still believe in Santa, she was doing her best to make sure he still seemed alive, even if Marcus was starting to show his doubts.

Her husband, was still nowhere to be found and in her book that was the best Christmas present he could give her, to be a no show for Christmas day. For once Christmas Eve dinner had been uneventful besides hyper, excited children and Savannahs efforts to wear them out before bedtime. After once more over the pile to ensure that everything was stacked perfectly, she snagged her camera and took several shots, knowing full well that the well designed pile would last only milliseconds when the kids came downstairs. The camera was placed near where she normally sat, at the best photo vantage spot, with hopes that the routine Christmas morning of her husband fighting a hangover and being a belligerent ass would be replaced with one perfectly joyous morning.

To bed she tiptoed, careful to avoid the boards that squeaked, and into the master bedroom she slipped, pausing to ensure she didn't hear the sounds of awake children. Out of her jeans and sweater she slipped, throwing them into the hamper while visions of a pleasant morning danced in her head when the sound of a key trying the front door brought her back to reality. Lips turned to a frown as the door swung open and the heavy footsteps of her drunken husband echoed from the foyer. The speed at which he ascended the stairs gave hint to how he was just inebriated enough to be an ass but not so much that he wasn't mostly in control of himself. Mentally she braced herself for his inevitable appearance through the bedroom door knowing she was most likely in for her usual Christmas Eve verbal abuse.

Into the room he strode, shutting the door behind her and turning to her with a wicked grin seated upon his lips. James was obviously older than her, the sides of his hair slowly going grey in a distinguished manner. He was dressed in a well fitted pinstripe grey suit with a light tan overcoat. The coat and suit jacket he slowly slipped off, hanging them over a hook on the wall next to the full length mirror. His fingers loosened his silk tie, hanging that along with the jackets. Slowly he turned to her, watching her standing there, body quaking with fear and previous knowledge of his drunken temper. She was his, beaten emotionally to a pulp, his puppet, his toy, and she looked prepared for his usual tirade about Christmas.

What she hadn't been prepared for was the fist to her stomach, causing her to bend over and drop to her knees. As she knelt there, holding fast to her stomach, he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking off his shoes, and grinning as he stepped over to her, "didn't expect that now, did you whore? Figured I'd save myself the effort of yelling at you and just go straight to the good stuff, treating you like the cock sucking whore you really are."

His fingers wrapped in her hair, pressing hard against her skull as he lifted her head up enough to shove his deflated cock into her mouth. Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around the base and started to suck hard upon him, not wanting him to have a reason to be further upset with her. Something tasted off, but she couldn't quite place it past the pain coming from her torso and scalp. As his cock began to harden he used her hair as a handhold to begin to fuck her mouth, pushing the head into her throat as soon as he was able to reach it. Accustomed to this sort of treatment, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to have at her while stifling any whimpers of pain. James ground his hips against her, rubbing her nose in the stubble around his cock, making sure she took a good, deep whiff of him.

Once he was fully erect James pulled her off of his cock and threw her onto the bed with a malicious grin, "seems you really enjoyed sucking on me tonight, perhaps you liked the flavor of Christine's pussy? You remember Christine, right? My receptionist, my personal assistant, my....mistress. Thinking it's about time I upgraded to a better model, one without saggy tits or a loose snatch. But I can't just leave yet, not without a proper goodbye." Over to her splayed form he went, his hand going to her ass and spreading her cheeks. A long drop of spit came to roll down between her cheeks before the head of his cock found her sensitive hole and pushed its way in. Against the billowy comforter she screamed, doing her best to muffle the sounds as she began to sob.

He laughed heartily at her sobbing, hands coming to her shoulders to push her down into the bed while his hips thrust hard against her rear. Mercilessly he pounded at her, his stamina pushed by having recently cum with his mistress. Her ass was rubbed raw from the lack of lube, one of his hands came to smack upon her ass cheeks, hitting hard enough to sting and bruise her tender flesh. Savannah's mind was lost, confused with what he said, screaming mentally from the pain in the rear, and feeling her world begin to crash down around her. Mostly though she was lost in the pain till finally her brain had enough and blacked her out.

For how long this went on she did not know, all Savannah knew was that when she came back to reality he had already finished himself in her ass and was buckling his belt. "I'll be staying at Christine's from now on. You'll hear from my lawyer after the holidays are over with." With a sneer he reached into his pants to pull out his wallet then sorted through the bills within. One he drew out and threw it onto the bed beside her, "five bucks, that's about all your whore ass is worth these days." With that he turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of her life, leaving her beaten figure bawling on the bed. One hand reached up to find a pillow, bringing it close to her body, trembling from rage and from fear.

The older Savannah looked away from her past form to look up at Adam, her eyes bloodshot from crying, "now do you fucking get it? What good has Christmas done for me besides getting used like some street whore? My husband left me, your office used me, there is nothing about Christmas that is left for me. What is the point of showing this to me again? To torture me further in life? This was the end of it, he turned my kids against me. I rarely ever see them and that seems to be the way they want it. I'm so afraid of them now that even though I know what ski resort they spend the holidays at, and reserve my own room, I never join them. Never." She'd spent a year picking up the pieces of his leaving, finding ways to ensure the kids didn't have to go without things they were accustomed to, running herself ragged between the kids activities, work, and court dates.

For a few moments Adam looked down at the ground, "I don't know what to say. All I know is that what you see tonight is supposed to help you to make choices later down the line, to help you out. Perhaps these are memories that you've had buried for so long, that they need to come out to allow you to move on from them? I am not sure, all I know is that I understand now why you despise Christmas so. Either way I don't think staying here will do you much good, we should move onto the next scene, this one to be the last of your past scenes."

Drying her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt, she glanced up once more to see the broken form of herself make her way to the shower to try to clean up so that she would be presentable for the kids in the morning. "Yes," she said quietly, "let's leave here and not return."

**********

The next place they visited brought a little gasp of surprise from Savannah, "my...office?" She looked around, rather surprised as she couldn't immediately place any bad memories like the previous visits and that worried her.

"My desk!" Adam grinned, "I forgot all about that desk. Had it handmade for me when we finally turned the profit. Always wanted an oak desk, thought they demanded respect. Wait...your office? You have my desk!?"

She raised an eyebrow, "well, yeah, your son wanted something newer, more modern so the desk went into storage. When I got promoted to management they dug it out just to give me something. I took a liking to it and it's been with me through the various offices I've occupied here."

"Oh," he looked down towards his shoes, "I suppose it's silly to be so attached to a desk anyways."

Savannah cracked a little smile at him and nudged his shoulder a bit, "nah, it just means something important to you. Kinda like it reminds me of finally making management."

He gave her a little reassured smile and looked over at the scene, "so uh, anyways, it would seem you've got a young man under that desk there. Having a bit oh fun are we?"

"Mmmm perk of the job," she began to blush, surprised at herself for it, "well, you saw the environment I came into. It well...just kind of happened, I don't know." It was her turn to look down at her shoes.

"Heh, the wife spent many an afternoon under there, before and after our marriage. A few times bent over the top too. The only woman to have done so, well at least until you came along." He glanced at her curiously.

"No...oh no...not been bent over that desk. I...well I haven't allowed a man to penetrate me. Not since James, not since that night. I just...well with James I knew it was a marriage of convenience but kind of fell into the hope that maybe someday it would be more. I don't want to take that risk anymore, it's just...it's just easier this way."

"Well I suppose if you're still getting your needs met," he nodded towards the scene, watching as the young man gently wiped her clean with the moist towelette. "Seems like a nice, young man."

"Daniel? He seems like a nice enough guy, intern for the last two years at the firm and bucking hard for a full time position. Certainly has ummm improved his oral skills since coming to the office. Educated at Duke I think, seems to at least have a decent clue as to what is going on. Why, what...no you couldn't be thinking that," she looked at him quizzically.

"And why not? You're already sharing something personal and have similar interests," he gave her a little teasing grin, just relieved that this was not another memory that haunted her.

"He's almost half my age, my college aged kids are just a couple years younger than him. It just, wouldn't be right." At least that was what she'd told herself the couple of times she'd been looked at by younger men. They were the only ones she'd tolerate even leering a little at her, younger men just didn't intimidate her the way older men did.

"So going down on you is fine but not having the rest of a relationship isn't?" He snorted a little at that, "sure glad my wife didn't believe the same things as you, she was twenty years my senior with a kid already, the one you know as my son. I was certainly happy in our relationship and hell women live longer than men anyways." With a couple nods of his head, he indicated that perhaps they should pay a little more attention instead of debating this out.