Trouble in Pandora

"A good time?" Adam scoffed with false bravado. "I thought you were teaching us a lesson?"

"Oh, I am dear." Raising her leg, she planted her foot firmly down between Kelly's shoulder blades. Kelly let out a surprised cry as she found herself pushed roughly against the cold linoleum floor, the bottom of Grace's boot digging into her back. Unseen by Kelly, Grace's pistol was pointed straight down at her head. "Because," Grace snarled, "if you don't whip your fucking dicks out by the time she crawls over there as I count down from five, dear Kelly over here is going to have a really bad time."

"Is that understood?" She asked sweetly, flashing the boys a winning smile.

The boys nodded mutely in return, expressions grim and resigned. Kelly also nodded from the floor, cheek pressed against the ground.

"Go~od," Grace cooed with delight. A moment later, relief flashed across Kelly's face as Grace lifted her foot. As Kelly straightened up, Grace purred softly. "Then let the fun begin! In...five!"

For a fraction of a second no one moved, then realization quickly dawned as they realized their respective roles. Three eyes met again, still afraid but resigned and determined now.

Kelly started crawling across the floor towards her coworkers. She could feel the hot blush of shame flushing across her cheeks as she approached them; she fixed her eyes on their feet and tried to squish down the panicky feeling of embarrassment swelling in her chest.

"...four..."

Seeing Kelly crawling towards them seemed to jolt Adam and Kurt into action. Turning their attention to their belts, they quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped. Or they attempted to, struggling with their bound hands. Even though their eyes were focusing on themselves, the sight of Kelly's bare breasts swaying...the curve of her ass and dainty waist as she crawled...their cute coworker's luscious body was very much distractingly emblazoned in their mind's eye. Despite struggling due to the duct tape binding their wrists, soon they were both one step away from completing their task.

"...three..." Grace smirked as she noticed the boys' hesitation. It only made her count a beat faster. "...two..."

The quickened pace didn't go unnoticed and the boys realized it was now or never. All too soon, Kelly was suddenly in front of them. Kurt fixed his gaze straight ahead as he pulled his semi-erect cock out. Adam was struggling with himself, struggling not to look at Kelly, struggling to deal with his own whirlwind of emotions: white hot rage, seething resentment, scorching humiliation and sizzling lust underlying it all.

This didn't go unnoticed by Grace. Nothing could escape her sharp gaze.

"...aaand..." She crossed the room swiftly, standing beside Adam with just two or three long strides. Reaching into his pants unceremoniously, she grinned with amusement as she fished his half-erect cock out. "Enjoying the show so far?" She whispered the words softly into Adam's ear. That muscle in his cheek twinged again as his teeth gritted.

None of them expected what Grace did next.

The feel of her warm breath tickling his ear as Grace's hot tongue licked up along his earlobe had Adam pulling away in shocked surprise. He let out a cry that sounded like a cross between an aroused grunt and a strangled gasp as her gloved hand was suddenly gripped tightly around his balls. Smirking down at him, Adam squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Such a naughty boy you are," she murmured while rubbing her hand up and down the length of him. "You're quite the disgusting pervert, aren't you? Getting hard like this." And he was getting hard. His half-erect dick was quickly being coaxed to stand at full length. Seeing Adam's bronze complexion color as his cheekbones darkened with shame, Grace promptly stopped and straightened with a laugh before gleefully barking out, "One!"

Hands on her hips, Grace surveyed the scene before her with a look of approval. "Go~od job team! See? What a bit of cooperation can achieve." She licked her crimson lips briefly as she eyed Kurt's semi-erect dick, noticing that it seemed slightly chubbier than it had moments before her rough handling of Adam. Meanwhile, Kelly was kneeling before the two, staring determinedly at their feet.

Moving to stand behind the two boys again, Grace motioned Kelly towards Kurt. "Let's keep up the good work, hmm? Why don't you help your boss get his head in the game dear." Reluctantly, Kelly looked up, carefully letting her gaze travel slowly up Kurt's pants leg, pausing at his knee and going no further as she instead let her eyes slide over to his growing erection. The last thing either of them wanted was to make eye contact.

As Kelly stared at her manager's semi flaccid member for the first time, she wasn't sure what to do, how to react. Grace's impatient, "Well? Get to it already," prompted Kelly to reach out and gently grip Kurt's cock with a trembling hand. Kurt's only reaction was a sharp intake of breath as Kelly's hand wrapped around him. He was determined not to react, to play dead as best he could. He didn't want to give Grace the satisfaction of eliciting a reaction out of him. But he couldn't stop Grace from seeing the muscle twitch along the side of his neck as he struggled inwardly.

Kelly's mind was racing wildly as she fell into a rhythm of stroking Kurt's cock. This can't be happening. Sure, she'd had her share of fantasies before but...Not like this. This is real. It's really happening. I'm stroking Kurt's cock! Ohmygod, it'sgrowing. A frantic stream of panic peppered with a mental narrative of her actions and reactions, Kelly couldn't believe the size of Kurt's cock as it grew in her hand. He had to be at least eight inches in length.

"Use your fucking mouth Kelly," Grace sighed in exasperation. "Don't forget. This is a show!" Her words rose in volume as she spoke them. "I want to be en-ter-tained! Do you hear me?!"

Rather than replying, Kelly leaned up onto her knees, kneeling between Kurt's legs, and gingerly licked the tip of Kurt's dick. She felt his body tense as she lapped the velvet tip into her mouth, engulfing the sensitive head while her tongue swirled circles around it. Her hand continued stroking along his shaft, other hand moving to gently cup his balls and massage them. Again, she felt his body straining beneath her, fighting not to react. She felt rather than saw Kurt's hands ball into fists as he strained against the unrelenting duct tape binding his wrists together.

Kurt let out an involuntary groan as Kelly's lips slid further down his shaft, taking half of him into her mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he tried to concentrate on...something, anything besides the feel of Kelly's soft hands and warm mouth assaulting his senses. Now that Kurt was mirroring Adam, unseen by the three, Grace motioned for the forgotten Roger to assume his position in her play.

Kelly gasped at the feel of invisible fingers sliding between her asscheeks and probing against her clenched hole. Except her mouth was full of Kurt, so instead of gasping, her surprise was voiced with a muffled cry, an unintelligible mmfph!

But it was enough to draw the boys' attention as they both instinctively looked at her in concern.

Only to see Roger kneeling behind Kelly. With his pants undone, he was stroking his glistening cock with one hand while his other probed steadily at Kelly's puckered hole.

If Grace's hands weren't resting on each of the boys' shoulders, Adam surely would've tried to tackle Roger or exclaimed in protest at the very least. As it was, he was aware of the hard metal beneath Grace's palm pressing against his shoulder.

She gave them each a squeeze of the shoulder as she crooned reassuringly at them. "Why, you haven't forgotten about Roger, have you? See boys, that's what happens when you close your eyes." She tsk'd with disapproval. "This is a show! You've got to pay attention, appreciate all the details!"

Kelly attempted to straighten up, intending to turn and look at who was molesting her before she squirmed away from them. But Grace's heavy hand pushed down at the back of her head, holding her in place. As Kelly found herself suddenly unable to move, she started gagging as the tip of Kurt's cock pressed against the back of her throat.

Kelly's little noises of protest steadily grew louder and more urgent as she was pushed to choke on more and more of Kurt. Meanwhile Kurt tried not to groan as he felt her muffled sounds vibrate through his throbbing member, tried not to grunt as he felt the back of her throat prod against the tip of his cock.

"Don't worry Kelly dear," Grace purred as Roger slid a lubricated finger into her tight hole. "You see, Roger has a very specific preference in how he takes his pleasure. But don't you worry," she crooned reassuringly. "He always comes prepared." By prepared, she was referring to the little bottle of lube Roger was generously applying to himself and Kelly's backside.

"Though it seems like you're too busy to care right now anyway since you have your mouth full..." And with a wicked grin, Grace forced Kelly's head further down until she was choking on Kurt's length as he slid past her throat. Fingers fisted into Kelly's hair, Grace began forcibly puppeteering Kelly's head up and down.

Fighting her gag reflex while also trying to remember to breathe, Kelly could only sob soundlessly as she felt a third thick finger probe at her opening before pressing mercilessly into her ass, stretching her tight hole even as she clenched down reflexively on the intruding digits. She jerked in surprise as she felt his thumb circle and rub against her clit while his fingers began pumping into her ass in earnest.

Adam seemed to be in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away from what was happening to Kelly. Kelly, his cute coworker, whose face was flushed while gagging on their manager's lengthy cock. Kelly whose wide eyes, full of uncertainty and terror, were glittering with unshed tears as she looked at him pleadingly. Adam could only watch helplessly as Roger brought the head of his cock to her opening and...god, he fucking hated that his cock twitched as he couldn't help imagining the feel of Kelly's tight ass wrapped around his own dripping member.

Roger positioned himself behind Kelly, nudging her legs aside to splay wider to accommodate him. Sighing a low grunt of satisfaction, he rubbed the length of his cock against her as he continued shoving his fingers deeply into her ass while the pad of his thumb rubbed roughly against her swollen clit. Compared to Adam and Kurt, Roger's roughly six inch cock would've seemed decidedly average if not for how girthy he was - it made his veiny member look like a massive chode. Rubbing against Kelly's backside, she looked positively petite in comparison.

Kelly gave a low moan as Roger's fingers pulled out of her, leaving her suddenly feeling surprisingly empty as she clenched down on nothing. Spreading her cheeks apart with both palms, Roger gave a low chuckle of satisfaction as he stared down at Kelly's little open asshole, watching it clench and unclench greedily. Her ass might as well have been begging Roger to press the wide tip of his member against it, begging to be fucked properly until it was nothing more than another gaping hole to be used.

Kelly couldn't believe the pressure she was feeling as Roger's tip popped into her, it felt like he was stretching her impossibly wide open already. Kurt got to experience every one of her muffled screams as her cries vibrated along his shaft. As Roger pushed into her from behind, Kelly found herself further speared onto Kurt's dick with Grace's help. Oh god, she thought in a panic, I'm going to break. They're going to break me. As more of Roger's wide member pushed into her, her muffled cries grew in volume. I can't, oh fuck, he won't fit, it's impossible.

Kurt couldn't help but let out a groan through gritted teeth as more of his length slid into Kelly's throat. With Roger and Grace's unasked assistance, he was essentially facefucking Kelly at this point. Adam watched, horrified, as Kelly's eyes went wider still as Roger filled her completely, her high pitched screams choking off into a gurgle as her nose pressed up against Kurt's pelvis. Roger gave a little grunt of satisfaction, sheathed to the hilt in his new toy. Oh god, oh god...Kelly's mind couldn't seem to manage any other thoughts, she felt so incredibly full, she was going to burst.

Roger's hand came down to slap heavily against Kelly's ass, causing another gurgled shriek and an approving chuckle from Roger as she tensed up from the shock and sharp pain. Hands gripping her waist, Roger's hips began to thrust against her. Soon, he was fucking her ass in earnest, balls slapping against her wet slit with each thrust. Tendons stood out along Kurt's neck as he tried not to give in to the pleasure, but he couldn't control his hips as they thrust forwards, burying himself balls deep down Kelly's throat with a strained grunt.

Adam watched, frustrated by his powerlessness, as Kelly's eyes began rolling back into her head while speared between Roger and Kurt. Grace let go of Kelly's hair, her assistance no longer required. Stepping away to survey the scene, she returned with the roll of duct tape. With practiced motions, Grace had Kelly's arms pinned and taped behind her back in no time.

Roger grinned. Holding onto Kelly's arms, his hips began pistoning into her in earnest. Roger's fat cock breaking her ass had Kelly screaming gutturally around Kurt. This only caused Kurt's hips to buck against her as he struggled to restrain himself. Throwing his head back in pent up frustration, Kurt couldn't help but growl out a choked murmur of "Fuck, Kelly..."

Kurt's cock shlurped out of Kelly's throat before he could get any closer to cumming.

Grace had pulled Kelly up by her hair again and Kelly was now audibly groaning her moaned whimpers between heaving sputtered coughs. Grace's breath was warm against Kurt's ear as she tsk'd at him. "You got quite close there didn't you? Naughty boy. I wonder what your boss would say if he knew his manager was facefucking his pretty employees?"

Once again, Grace was standing between the two boys as she taunted them verbally. With both of their cocks standing desperately at attention, they could only watch wordlessly as Roger lifted Kelly onto her knees. Pulling her up into a headlock, Kelly was fully on display while Roger manhandled her. Crying out choked cries of garbled gibberish - a mix of please, stop and oh god. - Roger's forearm occasionally pressed against her windpipe, effectively shutting her up. With his free hand, he squeezed her breast roughly, pinching and pulling at her nipple as he fucked her.

Eventually, his hand slid down to her wet slit. As he spread her lips apart, Adam and Kurt could clearly see how wet Kelly was. Grace chuckled beside them. "See boys? I told you she was a slut. Just look how badly she wants to be fucked." Roger's fingers were crooking into Kelly's hot cunt, fingering her while squeezing and rubbing against her sensitive nub.

Grace knelt beside her accomplice, gripping Kelly's neglected breast in her hand. Grinning down at Kelly, she smirked. "Isn't that right, slut? How does it feel, getting your ass raped in front of your cute coworkers? All while still wearing your stupid fucking Uggs." Grace laughed, each pathetic whimper she elicited from Kelly as she pinched and slapped her nipple only seemed to add to Grace's glee.

Grace traced the muzzle of her gun down the front of Kelly's sumptuous body. "What do you think boys? Isn't she such a slut?" Eyes on the boys, Grace let her gun continue traveling down between Kelly's breasts, past her ribs, poking briefly into her bellybutton. "So eager to be fucked. I don't think she cares what does it. You'd even fuck my gun, wouldn't you?" Grace's gun traded places with Roger's fingers as Roger grabbed at Kelly's other breast. Kelly could feel the cold, hard metal pressing against her clit and she felt a cold panic rush over her body.

"Yeah?" Grace murmured in her ear. "You like that? You like being fucked by my gun?" As more of the gun's short barrel pushed into her, Kelly could only think Oh, god, I'm going to die. They're going to kill me. She's going to fucking shoot me in the cunt while fucking me. Please, god, no.

Roger's cock filling her felt impossible as he continued stirring up her insides. Kelly was acutely aware of Grace's gun in her, the feel of the cold metal of the trigger guard pressing against her clit with each thrust into her warm folds.

But Grace didn't stay long.

Back beside the boys, Grace slid the side of her gun against each of their faces with a giggle, wiping Kelly's slick juices off on Adam and Kurt. Whispering in their ears that they'd better watch closely as Roger broke Kelly's ass, otherwise she'd make them deepthroat her gun and suck it clean.

Meanwhile Roger's pace quickened, his grip on Kelly's captive breast was bruising as he thrust furiously into her with grunted breaths. Kelly couldn't breathe, trapped in her headlock. As Roger's fat cock rammed into her, she felt his body tense as he squeezed her to him even harder. She felt his girth expand before exploding in a burst of liquid heat as he came deep in her, filling her to capacity. She felt him relax his hold on her before simply letting go of her.

Kelly fell forwards, a weak ragdoll. Roger eased his still rigid cock out of Kelly's ravaged hole. He chuckled in dark satisfaction upon seeing her gaping asshole, his cum trickling out of the stretched hole. Kelly lay limply, ass up in the air with her arms still taped behind her. She could feel Roger's cum dripping down her inner thighs as she clenched reflexively, only managing to squeeze more of his hot jizz from her used opening.

"You should be thanking Roger you know?" As Grace spoke, Roger had repositioned himself and grabbed hold of Kelly's hair. Pulling her up, he shoved his softening chode into her mouth to suck him clean. Kelly looked like she was in a glazed state of shock, not quite registering what was happening to her anymore. It took a bit of manhandling of bobbing Kelly's head along his shaft before Roger seemed satisfied and tossed her aside.

"Now she's all warmed up for you two." Grace whispered this into Adam's ear, her tongue tracing along his earlobe as she sucked it into her mouth for a nibble. He flinched away from her, but his weeping cock betrayed him as it throbbed visibly with need. She laughed, gleefully mischievous, before turning to slap a piece of duct tape over Kurt's eyes. The last thing Kurt saw was Roger tucking himself into his pants.

Adam watched as Grace pulled the limp Kelly over towards them. From the corner of his eye, Adam saw that Roger was busying himself with the jewels on the table again. After much graceless manhandling, Grace managed to pull Kelly up onto Kurt's lap. "Now, don't move dear," she breathed into Kurt's ear. "Because if you do, poor Kelly here is going to fall and it took quite a bit of effort for me to get her on your lap in the first place." Pressing her gun against Kurt's temple, she smiled as she asked, "Understood~?"

"Yes," he replied curtly. Even if he couldn't see her, there was enough venom in his voice that it was clear he was inwardly seething just as much as Adam.

"Good~" she cooed in return before reaching around to pull Kelly's legs up, hands hooked under her knees. Adam was granted a perfect view of Kelly's spread pussy and dripping asshole before Grace eased Kelly's gaping hole onto Kurt's straining cock.

Surprised by the unexpected warmth wrapping around his cockhead, Kurt groaned as his hips instinctively bucked upwards, spearing himself into Kelly's ass even as Grace let go of Kelly's legs and let her slide down the length of him. The feeling of being filled again stirred Kelly from her stupor with a groggy moan and it took her a moment to realize that it was Kurt's cock bucking into her as he panted beneath her, trying not to fuck her yet unable to resist the feeling of her muscled walls clenching down around his eager cock.