Emma Degraded Part 1 (blackmail, non-consent/reluctance, humiliation, anal, exhibitionism)

Hey guys – first post! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like to see more (female writer; most of this is my own personal fantasy). Enjoy! :)

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Emma yawned and stretched. It was nearly closing time at the videogame shop where she worked, and she already had her mind on the date she had planned for that evening. It was the third this month; her friend and colleague Charlotte had set her up on a dating app, and unsurprisingly, Emma had received a lot of attention already. She was a petite 20-something with waist-length dark hair, large, hazel eyes and a scattering of tiny freckles over her nose. She and Charlotte were the only two female members of staff among ten or so men. They got on with most of their male co-staff, a mixture of typical gaming nerds and a few more conventional sorts, but both felt a strong dislike for their manager, Steven. Steven was in his fifties, a little on the overweight side with eyes that unashamedly undressed both girls, not caring how uncomfortable it seemed to make them. He seemed to have a particular liking for Emma, finding any excuse to brush against her, and she was sure he had deliberately ordered her work uniform – a black polo shirt and trousers – two sizes too small. Her C-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric, and she often saw her colleagues’ eyes rake over her chest when they thought she wasn’t looking.

She looked at her phone: 5.20pm. The shop was empty, surprising given that Christmas was just a few weeks away. She drew the shop shutter halfway down, wondering where the rest of the staff had gone, and made to fill her last ten minutes neatening some of the display boxes. Her mind wandered back to her date. The trouble was, she found it easy enough to get dates, but the truth was that since Adam had broken up with her and moved out without a backwards glance two months ago, she was barely making ends meet paying rent on the flat they’d shared. There were six months left on that contract and, since Adam seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth, she was stuck paying by herself. She’d always split the bill on dates; men always thought you owed them if you let them pay. But how was she supposed to afford this? Her rent was due in two days, but the guy she was supposed to meet sounded just like what she’d been waiting for and, after the last two disaster dates, she didn’t want to miss this.

All at once, she knew what to do; she’d already done it once before, after all. On that occasion, too, she’d been alone near closing time, and had taken £50 from the till. She’d always intended to pay it back, but after realising no-one had noticed, she never did. The security camera overlooking the till had broken months ago, and never been replaced. She knew no-one would see what she was up to unless they actually came out onto the shop floor. Cautiously, making sure she was quite alone, she put down the last of the display cases and went behind the counter. Quickly, with her heart in her mouth, she hit the ‘till open’ button. It sprang open with a sharp click that seemed altogether too loud in the otherwise silent, empty shop but, with a flutter of adrenaline, she reached in and pulled out several £20 notes. Shoving them into her pocket, she shut the till abruptly.

It was 5.35, past closing time. She made her way to the back of the shop to grab her coat from the staff room. James, Callum and Ben, her supposed colleagues for the day, were all sat inside laughing at a joke one of them must have just told. *Typical*, she thought. *Let the woman do the clearing up while you all laze around here*.

“I need to go now, I’ve got a date this evening. I’m going out the front way I don’t miss my bus. Can one of you drop the shutter after me?”

“Sure”, said James. He was the handsome one of the group: 25, dark-haired like her, and tall. She felt his eyes on her chest as usual, and hurriedly threw her coat around herself and picked up her bag, containing her outfit for the date.

“You’re not coming to the Christmas party?” said Callum. Steven had invited the whole team to his tonight for a Christmas get-together. She’d deliberately organised her date so she had an excuse to get out of it. She knew Charlotte, who quite the crush on James, was going, but Emma had no desire to be in Steven’s company a minute longer than necessary.

Emma shook her head. “No, I’m not going. I’ve got a date – I already told Steven I have plans”. She looked at her phone. “I’ll miss my bus if I get changed now though.. I’ll have to do it in the restaurant toilets. Great start to my evening”. She rolled her eyes. “Have fun tonight!”

She smiled and left the room, walking back through the shop, aware of the stolen notes burning a hole in her pocket and feeling guilty. Her heart raced as she neared the half-closed shutter, when it started to drop with a whir. Her heart raced harder, and she turned to see Steven at the manager’s office door, the shutter remote control in hand and smiling at her in his usual lewd way.

“Please”, she began, as the shutter reached the floor. “It’s already gone 5.30 and I need to leave”.

Steven looked at her. “I don’t think so”, he said quietly.

“What?” she half-whispered. Surely he hadn’t seen her take that money, the shop had been empty.

By way of reply, he glanced pointedly at the security camera directly over the counter. Her heart dropped. So it wasn’t broken after all; he’d been spying on her.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Emma?” he said, still smiling.

She tried to make her voice casual. “No?”

“I think you do”, he said quietly. “I was watching you, you know. Unless you want to be in more trouble than you’re already in, I suggest you empty those pockets”.

She took a deep breath. Owning up would be bad, but she couldn’t risk losing this job. Slowly, she opened her coat, reached into her pocket and drew out the £20 notes.

“Good girl”, said Steven. “Bring them to me”. She walked to where he stood, and he held out a slightly pudgy hand. It felt damp as she pushed the notes into it, and she could see a bead of sweat forming on his top lip as he stared down at her chest. Her skin crawled.

“What’s going to happen?” she asked. “Am I fired?”

He looked her up and down, and his smile widened. It was starting to unnerve her. Why was he still smiling at her? Why wasn’t he angry?

“Not today”, he said. She looked up hopefully. Was she going to get off with just a warning? “But I think we’ll get you to do some extra work to make up for what you’ve done”.

“Of course”, she began, relief flooding into her, but he cut her off.

“Come with me”, he said. She followed him into his office, and he carefully propped the door open. Briefly she wondered why, but then her mind turned back to the more urgent matter at hand.

“What do I need to do?” she asked.

“I want you to bend over my desk, Emma”, said Steven.

“Excuse me?”

“I need to give you a pat down, I’m afraid. I need to make sure you haven’t hidden any more of our takings in your pockets.” He stared straight down at her crotch. “Or elsewhere”, he said with a smirk.

“But you said you saw me on camera!” she protested. “You know I didn’t hide anything else!”

“Do you want to lose your job?”

“No, I..” She stopped, thinking of her empty bank account and the rent that was nearly due.

“You can lose the coat”, was all he said.

She was going to have to do as he asked, she knew it. Hoping it would be over quickly, she slipped out of her coat and bent reluctantly over his desk. She heard him rummaging through her bag, and heard the quiet, “Very nice” he murmured, too; he had clearly found her dress.

He stepped behind and leaned over her. She heard his breathing quicken as his hands moved up to her breasts without warning and trailed down the sides of her body, over her slender hips. She closed her eyes as his hands slid around to the front. What was he doing? she wondered. She felt humiliated. He fumbled at the button of her trousers.

“No!” she said, more loudly than she’d intended.

“Your job, Emma..” he whispered in her ear. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She allowed those warm, slightly sweaty hands to unfasten her trousers, and slowly he slid them down around her ankles. Her black lace French panties, which she’d worn in case she got lucky on that date, had ridden up, leaving the lower part of her cheeks exposed.

Just then, the staff room door opened. Emma wondered faintly if the boys had heard her shout and made hurriedly to pull her trousers up. She felt Steven’s hand push between her shoulder blades, holding her in position.

“What the..?” James’ voice was incredulous. She heard Callum and Ben laugh nervously.

“I’ve just caught lovely Emma stealing from the till”, said Steven. “Again”.

*Again?* thought Emma, panicking. So he knew about the last time too. Before she could say anything, he went on.

“Just to be on the safe side, I thought I’d check she’s not hidden anything else. I could do with you three acting as chaperones if you wouldn’t mind, make sure everything is – ah – above board”.

Emma felt her face reddening as she felt Steven’s hands tugging at her panties, and then they, too, were down. Her ass was round, and pale like the rest of her porcelain skin.

“Spread your cheeks”, he ordered, and, knowing she had no choice, she reached behind and spread her ass apart, exposing herself even more.

She braced herself as his hand brushed down her ass crack, and felt her anus tighten. She had never felt more humiliated, but she knew what was coming. As if to confirm it, she heard him spit into his hand. His wet finger slowly circled her anus, and then without warning he plunged his middle finger roughly inside. She gasped as he moved it further in, out, in again, feeling all around. She had never even had anal sex, and his finger – no, fingers, for he had drawn out and now probed her again with two – felt painful inside her. After what felt like an eternity, he took his hand away. She opened her eyes, praying for him to let her pull her clothes back up.

“Now your turn, James.”

“What?” Emma began. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“I thought it might be a good idea to get some independent verification”, said Steven. She could hear the smugness in his voice.

Emma felt helpless to act as she heard James step behind her this time. “Please”, she whispered, but no-one replied.

“Always wanted to see what you had under those tight trousers of yours”, he said as he, too, slipped two fingers inside. His fingers were longer, and pushed even deeper inside. He laughed.

“I’m not so sure”, he said. “I think there’s something deep in there. Callum, Ben, I think you should both check”.

“No, please!” whispered Emma again. She couldn’t help it; tears were starting to roll down her face. A third hand, a fourth, felt around, her hole gaping more with every invasion. She felt sick with shame. Finally, Callum removed his finger.

“You can pull your clothes back up”, said Steven. “No, on second thoughts, I’ll help you”. She felt his hands slide up her legs, pulling her panties. When he got to the top, she felt his hand slide underneath, towards her vagina. To her horror, she was wet.

“I thought so”, murmured Steven. “But we’ll save that for another time”.

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