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Wait a Minute Mr. Postman
Nancy really hated her job at the Hawkins post. It was only men who worked here and they all showed that they held no respect for her. They only gave her menial tasks to do, and even after she got ahead and broke the Starcourt story, the replacements for the 'missing' (re dead) men were quick to pick up and carry on the demeaning behaviour.
The verbal harassment went on for months, but it was only the start. It started with her supervisor; he would run his hand along the small of her back, dangerously but not yet scandalously low. He'd brush her hair back from her face, rub her arms and soon would wrap an arm around her waist when she was speaking to the others around the office. He even did so in front of Johnathan once, and while it certainly rubbed him the wrong way he was just as helpless as her to stop it.
And like it was permission, soon the others in the office began touching her. Her old nickname 'Nancy Drew' made a comeback along with other things like 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', and 'sweet cheeks'. But of course it didn't stop there, soon phrases like 'come here pretty thing', were making the rounds and the leering! Even with her high tops they would blatantly stare at her chest, she'd turn around and see them looking down where her ass just was. She began refusing to wear skirts or dresses, but a word from her supervisor saw their return at least a few times a week, as he subtly threatened her job if she didn't dress in a 'presentable manner'.
It was all leading up to something. She could feel it, just like when she felt something building with the first glance at the Upside Down infected rat.
Sure enough, the talks, the leering, it turned to touching. Men would slide their hands up her skirt when she drilled off coffee or supplies. Their hands would linger as long as she was still. Resting on her ass, fingering the edges of her panties. The bolder ones would squeeze and pinch her, and the boldest one, her supervisor, would put his hand up the front of her skirt or even dresses.
To add to the humiliation, he would only do that in front of the others. He'd feel her pussy, finger her lower lips and once, even snuck a finger inside. It was uncomfortable with how wet she wasn't, but he just leaned in close and whispered to her, "one day I'll have you nice and wet", before withdrawing and walking off like nothing happened.
Everyday they pushed the limits of what they could get away with. Feeling her breasts over her shirt, swatting her ass as she walked by, grabbing her face and touching her lips. Her clothes were no obstacle any more, the groping hands would slide under her shirt, under her bra even, pinching and squeezing her nipples, unhooking her bra strap and then forcing her to work like that. It made her face burn, but she refused to cry. Refused to let these monsters see how they affected her. Maybe if she cried earlier it wouldn't have escalated so much.
Johnathan wouldn't be able to help her, she knew that. His job was as much on the line as hers. And so with that knowledge in her mind, and a stern talk with her boyfriend, she prepared herself as much as she could for what was building in the air. It wasn't quite enough to prepare her for when it actually broke, but at least she was able to take precautions.
It was a sunny spring afternoon, the day was warm and so she had no excuse to layer up for work. She knew if she did her boss would only tut at her, demand that she go home and change, force her to come up with excuses so her mother wouldn't worry. So, in a black pencil skirt with stockings, and a practical high collar white blouse, she willingly walked into the tension filled building.
Many of the workers were in today, a good fifteen or so, for the bimonthly meeting on how the paper was doing. Her job, as always, was to tend to their needs and wants. Bringing refreshments, handing out reports, and getting groped by married men who were unhappy in their relationships.
She kept a straight face for as long as she could. But when, halfway through the meeting, her boss pulled her into his lap suddenly, she yelped. Her token protests fell on deaf ears, it was like he couldn't even hear her. Right away a hand was under the front of her shirt, he fondled her breasts, slipping the tips of his fingers under her bra to stroke her nipples, working them to hard points. His other hand was buried in her skirt. Her legs had been open as she tried to balance which meant she couldn't stop him as his hand moved her panties aside and stroked her pussy.
She spent the rest of the meeting that way, sitting sideways in his lap, and everyone just acted like it was normal. Even when she broke and started making sounds, cut off moans and squeals when he hit a sensitive area, the most reaction was some shifting in their seats. His right-hand man even got privileges, as he was sitting the closest, he could reach out and stroke along her legs, pulling her legs up to take off her shoes before setting them back down.
As the meeting wrapped up Nancy breathed a sigh of relief, soon she could get out of here, away from these assholes.
"And now to wrap up the meeting, a reward for my best men. You'll notice only a select few of us are here today, that's because you are the best of the best, and I am proud to call you all my friends." The men all lightly cheered at that, slapping each other's backs and shaking hands. "And so, you'll notice that I've been playing here with my best assistant. We've all been having our fun with her these last few months, but only we'll get to take it up a notch. She's our entertainment for the evening, but don't get too, too rough. Wouldn't want to break her after all."
Nancy didn't even register the words for a moment. Too busy thinking about getting away. When the words broke through the fog in her brain she froze. Turning slowly to look around, to see if anyone was as shocked as her, she was met only with lustful glares. They knew what was going to happen, possibly even before they arrived, as some were already unbuttoning and unzipping their jeans, shirts being unbuttoned.
She knew words wouldn't work here, and while she was prepared for something to happen, she didn't expect all the men to descend on her at once. She tried to bolt, jumping out of her boss's lap, but he seemed to be expecting that. Before she could even make it a step, he grabbed her arm and slammed her back first onto the big meeting desk. The breath knocked out of her, she couldn't react as the two men who'd been sitting on either side of the head chair grabbed her arms and pinned her down.
"Don't be difficult Nancy Drew. The less you struggle, the less this will hurt. I took the time to get you nice and wet, don't make me regret that." And with that, her boss pulled her shirt up and off, coming to rest halfway up her arms as the men holding her down weren't taking the risk of letting her go. Her bra was already rucked up from the meeting, and it was no trouble for him to pull her skirt down and off, panties following soon after.
Laughing broke out around her as the men stood from their chairs and gazed at her naked body. Already they were rubbing their cocks, getting them slick with spit.
"Alrighty boys, I'm going first, then you all can have fun in whatever way you want."
Swiftly, like he'd done this before, her boss grabbed a leg and spread her open. He shoved in cock inside her and immediately started thrusting, giving her no time to adjust.
Against her will, a shout escaped her. Her body reacted on instinct and she kicked out, but a pair of men grabbed her legs, keeping her spread open both for the boss and so they could watch as he fucked her brutally.
As he grossly grunted and groaned above her, a thought crossed Nancy's mind.
"Wait wait, condoms! I need protection, I can't risk getting pregnant."
Not even acknowledging her, her boss just continued thrusting. Headless of her yelling, of her fighting to get a limb free so she could fight.
Not entirely though; rearing back she slapped her across the face, just enough to stun her into being quiet. "Shut your mouth you little whore. Unless you're screaming, I don't want to hear your voice. And fuck, fine, since your cunt is doing it for me," he thrusted even harder as he spoke, "if you get pregnant, I'll pay for an abortion. Be thankful for my generosity." with only a few more thrusts after that he came inside of her. Grunting through his orgasm, thrusting erratically, he finally pulled out and a gush of cum followed after him.
Red faced and panting, the rest of the office let out cat calls and hoots as he redressed himself, leaving her lying there, open and defiled.
"Alright boys, I'm for home and the missus. Have fun here, and let me know if she misbehaves." Turning back to her, he smirked as he took in the mess he made of her, he spoke one final time. "If you give any trouble bitch, I'll rescind my offer of getting you an abortion. Behave, and I'll see you on Monday. Be glad I planned this for a Friday. You'll have the weekend to recover."
Put together now, he grabbed his briefcase and left.
With the top dog gone now, the men pounced. One of them, an older balding man, was between her legs now, his small cock entering her as he started jackhammering away, snorting through his nose like a dog. Her hands were forced open as two more men put their cocks in her hands, telling her to get to work and warning her that if she hurt them, then they would hurt her. Pinned down and helpless, being gang raped by her workplace, Nancy didn't doubt it. So while she didn't participate in pleasing them it seemed she didn't need to, they thrust themselves in and out of her loose fists.
As the balding man finished inside her, she didn't get a chance to see who was next, as another, a dark eyed middle aged man with slicked back blonde hair, jumped the table to straddle her neck and stick his dick in her mouth. She struggled to breathe around her mouthful, it seemed being gentle or merciful was not a concern for rapists. And as her throat was used she felt another man slide into her already sore pussy. One good thing, at least, was with two loads already in her, she was slick and open and so there was no friction to make her feel good. She refused to get any pleasure out of this, and at least with a cock in her mouth she couldn't yell like she wanted to.
But he was only in there for so long. As a loud moan shout signalled another completion, the man in her mouth pulled out and quickly made his way down her body, off the table and down to her abused entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, everyone else leering and laughing as playful shouts of "hurry up", and "we ain't got all day", egged him on. He sheathed himself in one thrust and wasted no time chasing his release. Meanwhile more hands started to grope and abuse her.
She shut her eyes so as not to see. But that didn't stop her from feeling it. She felt as hands grabbed her breasts, pinching, stroking and grabbing her nipples, some of them even shaking her breasts by the nipple like a dog with a toy. Her thighs and ass were being slapped, they came without warning and caused her to gasp every time, the men laughing as they forced a reaction from her.
The blonde man finally finished, near silent until he pulled out, grunting as he pulled out, cum gushing out of her as she was filled over and over. As another took his place inside her, her upper body was pulled towards the end of the table, her head pulled over so another cock could force itself into her throat. Unprepared for it as she was, her teeth got a little involved and the man pulled away.
"Fucking bitch!" A slap across her face caused her to shout.
"What happened David?" A voice called from somewhere in the room.
"She scraped me with her fucking teeth is what." The so called David hissed, slapping her again for the insult.
"Don't be so mean. The boss doesn't want her broken. Just let me finish up here and you can come have her cunt instead. Bitch is soaking now with how much she wants it." Nancy wanted to scream with how much she didn't want it, but it's not like these dogs cared.
"Yeah man, budge up, some of us are still waiting. And I like it rough so move on." From her vantage, Nancy saw someone steer David away, down the length of the table as another moved in and thrusted into her mouth. Sure enough, the hint of teeth didn't seem to deter him and he happily moaned as he used her mouth, pulling her in and causing her to choke and sputter.
Nancy lost track of time after a while. She could feel how sloppy and open she was with dripping cum, could hear and feel how some men decided to finish on her, the warm cum slipping down her sides and crusting her skin. At one point, another man got onto the table. He pushed her breasts together and fucked himself in the tight channel they created and he spit on her face as he did so. Resigned to her fate as a fucktoy for these monsters, Nancy let her mind drift, only coming back occasionally as someone would hit her, or find her g-spot by accident.
She didn't want to come, didn't want to feel good with this unwanted experience, but with so many men using and abusing her, it was bound to happen that she would get enough stimulation for at least one orgasm. She tried to hold it back, chanting in her head over and over that this was wrong, but as one man used her, it seemed his dick was curved just the right way to bring her pleasure. She shouted in frustration as he brought her over the edge, her clenching and relaxing bringing him to orgasm as well.
"That was nice Nancy Drew, we'll have to play again soon." Slapping her leg as he pulled away, he received high fives and slaps from getting the biggest reaction from her.
Finally, finally, the line up of men ended. Laughing and getting in their final fondles, the man shouted out his climax and came inside of her. It seemed like her poor abused pussy couldn't even hold any cum inside anymore. It was dripping out of her even with his cock inside, but as he pulled away a torrent of creamy white cum followed him out.
"Thanks for the ride slut, you're probably the best whore I've ever had." Adding insult to injury, the man pulled out his wallet and tossed a few bills onto her.
Raucous laughter followed at that, some of them following his example and showing her with ones, like she was a stripper at a club.
Redressing themselves, they didn't even pay attention to Nancy, already talking about grabbing drinks at the bar and weekend plans, some of them even discussing their families!
Once the last one left, Nancy carefully, painfully, made her way to her feet and looked at the table she was just raped on it was filthy, smeared with cum from the sheer amount that was produced, and up where he heard had laid, she saw puddles of drool from when her mouth was forced open. Turning away from the filthy scene, she grabbed her clothes. She slowly made her way to the door, the bathroom her goal, even as her legs threatened to give out underneath her.
Before she could make it far, the door slammed open. There stood Johnathan and Steve, panting from the sprint from running up to the third floor from the first, elevators avoided so as to not run into anyone.
The sight of them, of safety and love, had her finally breaking down. She would've crumpled to the floor if two pairs of arms hadn't caught her. Carefully, they carried her to the other side of the table, away from the mess and humiliation. With them, they brought wet towels and began cleaning her with tenderness, making note of the bruises that littered her body.
"Nancy, Nancy, can you hear me, are you okay?"
Nancy couldn't even tell who was speaking.
"She's in shock, Johnathan. Just grab the video camera, I'll take of her." Well that answers that.
Footsteps quickly made their way to an unused storage closet. A crack in the bottom had been there for as long as Nancy had been working here. Nancy and Johnathan had been placing the video camera there for weeks now, hoping to catch the boss and his misogynistic workers harassing her so they could take it to the police. She was pretty sure they had enough with the previously captured footage, god knows she didn't want to add this to the pile of evidence. Meanwhile Steve took the time to get every bit of dried cum and damp patch off of her. Even dipping to her pussy and pushing his fingers inside to get as much of it as he could.
"I have it, we should get out of here. Help me get Nancy dressed."
"Wait, should we do something here? She's gonna be traumatised for office spaces forever if we just leave now." Steve argued.
He had a glint in his eye Nancy wasn't entirely sure she liked. Looking at Johnathan, she saw the same look in his eyes. They were looking up and down her naked body, disgust at her abuse mixing with obvious lust.
It made sense, she thought to herself, both of them have slept with her before. Of course the sight of her naked body, even as messy as it was, was enough to turn them on.
Done with the day, done with thinking and so so tired, Nancy just laid back and spread her legs once more.
This seemed to surprise the boys as they looked at her with open mouthed shock.
"Just do it. Steve's right, if I leave now I'll never come back. Just be quick, and don't make me come."
"Nancy, I'm not sure that's healthy-"
Cutting Johnathan off Nancy shouted, "Just do it! Please! I want my body to be mine again. I trust you both. Just hold me and be quick, please." Crying softly again, Nancy reached for both of them.
"I don't, I don't know Nancy. This doesn't seem right." Steve looked torn, eyes flicking between her eyes, looking for something in her eyes.
"Please…"
Finding whatever he was searching for, Steve nodded and shared a look with Johnathan. He nodded as well, and Steve took a step back to stand by Nancy's side, waving a hand to her body like he was giving Johnathan permission to go first. It made her shiver in a way she wasn't sure was good or bad.
Johnathan still looked uncertain, but he stepped into the space between her legs, opening his pants just enough to pull out his half hard dick.
"Condoms?" Steve asked.
"Too late for that," she replied, looking at her ruined leaking pussy. "besides, I took precautions. I won't be getting pregnant from this."
Nodding, Steve sat up on the table and took her hands, just as she felt Johnathan step close and push into her.
He underestimated just how open she was, his first testing thrust ending with him sliding into her balls deep.
"Oh fuck!" His eyes widened, mouth dropping open to pant as he was suddenly surrounded by warm, wet walls.
His hips started thrusting erratically, already chasing his pleasure without the need to take care of Nancy. Steve was panting, looking down and focusing on Johnathan's hips and he watched him fuck Nancy. His eyes flicked to her for a second, before he grabbed Johnathan's hand and directed him to hold Nancy's hands instead. Hopping off the table, he circled behind Johnathan and placed his hands on his hips, stopping his thrusting.
"Steve?" Both Nancy and Johnathan questioned.
"Let me direct you Johnathan. You're going too wild, you won't last or make her feel good that way." He whispered into his ear.
"Steve, I don't need that right now. I just want this to end and go home."
"Don't do that yourself Nancy. You deserve to feel good. Now just lay back and let us do the work."
Before she could protest more, Steve pulled himself flush to Johnathan's back, and began thrusting his hips, forcing Johnathan to follow his rhythm. He was basically fucking Nancy through him, and even with a body between them, he still remembered how to fuck Nancy just right. Against her will she started moaning, getting lost in the buildup of pleasure even though she didn't want it.
She felt like she should feel betrayed, her boys were ignoring her instructions after all, using her like those men used her. It was a confusing mix of emotions, love trust and anger all battling inside her. But before it could consume her, Johnathan grunted and stilled deep inside her, adding his cum to the mess inside her.
As he pulled away to recover, Steve asked her, "My turn Nance?" looking at her with pleading, hopeful eyes.
"Steve…I don't know.."
"Come on Nancy, you can do it." Johnathan, now cleaned and put back together, said. "He was nice to us. Just once more Nancy, you can be good to him."
Without waiting for a response, Steve pushed in and started grinding into her. He gave short hard thrusts, hitting her g-spot perfectly and driving her over the edge that Johnathan brought her to. Her throat ached, so she could only produce a few small noises, but the way her body arched told the boys what they needed to know. She came, and with that, Steve's eyelids fluttered, silent as he came, pulling out halfway, him and Johnathan watching as his cock twitched with every pump of cum into her. When he finished, he pulled out the rest of the way and as soon as the head popped out his cum flowed out and splattered onto the floor.
"Fucckk.." Johnathan moaned out, him and Steve sharing a smile as Steve collected himself.
After that they cleaned up their mess inside her, and helped her get dressed. Steve pulled out a blanket he brought and wrapped her up, picking her up and leaving the building as Johnathan scouted ahead to make sure they didn't run into anyone. Johnathan and Nancy sat in the back of Steve's Beemer, stretched out along the back, as Steve drove them to his house. With his parents never around, it was the perfect place for her to shower in privacy.
But as they drove, Nancy was conflicted, she wasn't entirely sure that she even wanted to be near them.