Intern Gangbang 2

Tying Up and Taking the Intern Oh So Hard

(A Reluctant Very Rough Bondage, Gangbang, and First Lesbian Sex Tale)

© Copyright 2015 by Traci Wilde and After Midnight Press

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Tying Up and Taking the Intern Oh So Hard

(A Reluctant Very Rough Bondage, Gangbang, and First Lesbian Sex Tale)

By Traci Wilde

I slipped down in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. My ass was still sore from what Nicholas and his friends had done to me last night, though the burning had finally subsided. Just thinking about it, their cocks up my ass, in my pussy – I grew wet at the memory, even though it had hurt, still hurt.

I had been waiting for an hour, parking on the side of the road. Mr. Powers had arrived at his home a half hour earlier, and I was about to slip from my car and put my plan into action when another car pulled into his driveway.

Her car.

I watched as Ms. Jacobs – the Dragon Lady – let herself into Mr. Powers home, and I remembered the words he had said to me earlier that day, when he fired me.

"We can't have you on staff either, even as an intern. We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," he had said of the reason for letting me go – that, and the fact I was just eighteen years old. He thought I was twenty, because I was an advanced student, already in my junior year of college.

Mostly, though, it was because of what happened last night.

He had seen a video – I don't know how he got a copy, didn't even know a video had been made – of me from the night before, in the staff conference room. Nicholas, the top junior associate in the company, had stripped me naked and tied my hands, then he and Peter and Roger, two other associates, had taken me on the conference table, kissing, touching, fucking me in the ass, cumming in my mouth, doing most everything you could imagine.

It had hurt, it was frightening when they all went down on me, but it had been incredibly arousing – I came harder than I ever remember, and I have to confess to being disappointed a little when they let me go.

This morning, though, had been the total opposite, very dispassionate, Mr. Powers' firing of me. He had seen the video, he had me recount the story of what happened to me, told me he would be firing the three of them as well as me for what happened.

I wasn't ready to go, and I had come here, to Mr. Powers home, dressed in my sexiest, skimpiest short black dress, and I was going to make him want me, make him take me, and then I'd have my job back. Maybe more.

Then I saw Ms. Jacobs – Fonda, I think her first name is, though everyone at work calls her Dragon Lady. She's tall, nearly as tall as Mr. Powers, and slender, with mocha-colored skin and long, thick black hair. She would be pretty if she ever smiled, but Ms. Jacobs looks as if she's about to rip someone's face off, or worse.

She pulled into his drive, slipped from the car – she was wearing a long trench coat, which was odd given how warm it was, then slipped into his house. Seeing her walk into Mr. Powers' home was kind of shocking. Hell, seeing her walk into anyone's home is shocking.

I opened my car door, walked across the street and up to his door. I rang the bell. A minute later the door opened. Mr. Powers stood there – he's not a tall man, maybe only six-feet, but he's large, barrel chested, with wide shoulders and a thick neck, like he had been a football player in his younger days and had kept working out all these years. He has thick black and gray hair. He was still dressed in the suit pants he'd worn to work, though his shirt was gone – he wore only a crisp, white t-shirt. I don't know how old he is, though I'd guess mid to late forties. I figured Ms. Jacobs at around forty.

"Rachel?"

Ah, I have him. He's surprised.

In all that he saw on the video, in everything I said earlier today describing what the three junior partners had done to me, he looked no more than mildly interested, as if he were hearing the latest financial projections for the month. No raised eyebrow, no redness in the face, no disgust or fascination – just an odd detachment. That had been on his turf, in his office, everyone dressed up in their best business attire.

Now, standing here on his front porch, dressed in my skimpy little dress, I had him off-balance, either because of the way I looked, or because he had the Dragon Lady inside.

"Mr. Powers, I…" I looked down, like I was struggling with what to say, playing with the edge of my dress, pulling at it to flash a little more thigh. "I was hoping we could talk about my job."

He sighed, leaned against the door frame. "There's nothing to discuss, Rachel. Your intern position was terminated. We'll honor your summer stipend, supply you with a reference, but as I explained this morning, that sort of behavior cannot be condoned among our associates, particularly on business property."

I stepped forward until I was almost leaning into Mr. Powers. I looked up at him, giving my best wide-eyed, innocent young girl face.

"We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," I said, repeating what Mr. Powers had told me earlier today. "Isn't that what you said?"

I leaned more, my breasts barely touching him.

He sighed. "Yes, that's correct."

I put my hands up on his shoulders. I could feel a small shudder roll through his body, though he managed to keep his face impassive.

"Then why did I see Ms. Jacobs slip into your house a few minutes ago?"

He stepped back, put his hands on my arms, squeezed slightly. "Rachel, you need to go."

I glanced down, saw his cock bulging through his pants. I smiled, looked up into his face and gently touched his crotch.

"Is that for me, then, or for Ms. Jacobs?"

He sighed. Before he could say anything, she stepped up behind him.

"Let her in, Eli," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

I could tell by his face Mr. Powers didn't like the idea, but he stepped aside, gestured for me to enter. I went in.

She was dressed in a sheer black teddy –
ah, now the coat makes sense. That's all she had on under the trench coat.

"You're that intern, right?" she asked.

I nodded.

"The one in the video?"

I felt my face flush. I had no idea Mr. Powers had shared it.

"It's okay, sweetie, we had to watch it together this morning, before we decided what to do with you."

"How many people saw it?" I was suddenly nervous, taken aback by the idea of that video, of me tied up and the junior partners gangbanging me in the conference room, getting into general circulation. I had no idea they were videoing when we did it, and I assumed this morning that only Mr. Powers had seen it, when he fired me.

"Relax, just the two of us," Ms. Jacobs – Fonda – said. "We're the managing partners, the two of us had to watch it. Nothing personal, just business."

She produced a memory stick, one that looked similar to the one Mr. Powers had the video on this morning.

"Tonight, though, we were going to take another look, strictly for pleasure."

I wasn't sure what to say. I'd come here to seduce Mr. Powers, then thought I had my chance to blackmail him when I saw the Dragon Lady enter his home. Now, standing here, I wasn't sure if she was teasing me in some cruel fashion or if she was serious.

"Of course," she stepped behind me, leaned against me, her breasts pushing against my back, her mouth next to my ear as she whispered. "Now we have the real thing." She ran her hands along my shoulders, down my arms.

My breath caught in my throat. I tried to keep a shudder from running through my body. I wasn't successful, and she laughed as she felt the shiver roll through me.

"That's what you'd like, isn't it?"

I closed my eyes. Her breath was hot on my neck. I was growing wet.

Before I knew it, she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. From somewhere she had a rope – she crossed my arms behind my back, so that my forearms were parallel, and she tied me that way. A tiny seed of fear sprouted deep inside me, but the feeling of her hands on me, binding me, her lips on the back of my neck as she did so was intoxicating. Paralyzing. More than arousing.

Mr. Powers stepped forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me, hard and deep, tongue slipping between my lips. I moaned into his mouth and then Dragon Lady pulled the ropes tight. She fell to her knees, began kissing along the back of my thighs – sending little jolts of electricity up and down my legs.

Without warning Mr. Powers ripped my blouse open, then stepped away, left the room. He returned with a pair of scissors. My body trembled uncontrollably now as he cut my clothes away – the blouse, my skirt, then he sliced off my bra. He dropped the scissors to the ground and cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples.

I moaned as he returned to my mouth, pressing hard, kissing, tongue slipping inside. Fonda continued kissing along the back of my thighs, her hands playing up and down the front of my legs.

"Please," I whispered, turning from Mr. Powers' kiss as her fingers played along the edge of my panties.

"Please?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I whispered.

Suddenly, she stood and slapped my ass hard, twice.

"You do not speak unless we ask you to," she said, her voice now hard. "Do you understand?"

"What? I—"

Another smack, this time much harder, from Mr. Powers.

I looked at him. He smiled, but there was little humor in the grin. That little seed of fear I felt earlier suddenly bloomed.

Fonda began looping more rope around my arms, not just the forearms but my upper arms, tying them tightly together, then lashing my arms to my body. She wrapped the rope around me several times, looping it around each breasts until she had bound them as well. By the time she was done, I couldn't move my arms at all, and even my breasts were tied so tightly they didn't move much.

That's when he smacked me again, on the ass, over and over.

"Please," I cried. "Please stop."

Dragon Lady grabbed my hair and yanked back, then kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her other hand on my sore breasts, grasping them hard, playing with my nipples. She let go, slipped her teddy off and let it drop to the floor.

They forced me to my knees. Mr. Powers undressed, smiling at me the whole time. Finally he stood in front of me, nude, his cock in my face. She stood behind me, straddling me so that the back of my head was against her pussy.

Then Fonda showed it to me – the strap on. I squirmed, pleaded – I was afraid she was going to put it on, ram it up my ass. I was still sore from last night, from having those cocks inside my ass.

Instead, Fonda looped the strap-on's belt and around my face, head. One strap she put right over my eyes, so that I couldn't see. the other she wrapped around my face, right above my upper lip and below my nose. The
third length
of harness she wrapped around my throat. When Fonda pulled tight, the harness squeezed my neck, cut off part of my breath. I panicked, tried getting away.