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**So I really enjoyed writing this, I like the character of Margot and her evil tormentor Mr Temple. If you have any ideas on how he can torture her further, please send me your ideas!**
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Margot sat silently at her desk. She’d been placed in an office across from the room where Kera, the bitchy receptionist sat. Describing the room as an *office* may have been a slight overstatement. It was more of a stationary cupboard with crappy desk squeezed in and a mind-numbingly slow PC buzzing away on top.
It was Monday afternoon. Her first day as an intern. Her first day working for *him.* She hadn’t seen Mr Temple, her abuser, all day. He’d been locked away in his office, speaking to important directors and producers, trying to find finance for a new film. Part of Margot hoped that he’d forget about her. That him forcing his cock down her throat and covering her in his sticky seed was just going to be a one-off occurrence. But Margot was a smart girl. She knew that time would come again when she’d be called into his office and she would be used as a piece of meat.
*Go to the police.* She’d been repeating that phrase over and over again throughout the weekend. *Go to the police. Go to the police you dumb bitch and report this creep.* Margot took her glasses off and rubbed her tired eyes. *I can’t go to the police. He’d said he’d tell all his producer friends and contacts not to hire me. No other movie studio would take me on as an intern. I’d be blacklisted. Any hope of working in the film industry and writing screenplays would be reduced to atoms.*
Margot hated herself. Hated the fact that she valued her career over her dignity and mental health. The night after the *incident,* she had gone home to her tiny flat and locked herself away in her bedroom. She told her flatmates that she’d got the internship but was feeling ill, and needed to sleep. After crying into her pillow for a few hours, she went into the kitchen when everyone was asleep and downed a bottle of vodka. The buzz of being intoxicated only helped for a brief time, however, and soon after it was back to crying herself to sleep.
*You’re a dumb bitch. No wonder Oliver did what he did and left you.*
Margot heard Kera answer the phone in the other room. ‘Yes. Yes. Okay, Mr Temple. I’ll send her through shortly.’
Margot put her glasses on, knowing what was going to happen next. She heard Kera stand up and the sound of heels on the wooden floor. She appeared in the doorway to Margot’s office/cupboard. She was a tall woman, a fact accentuated by her high heels, with large breasts trying to break through the button on her shirt. Margot thought she looked like a mix of a headteacher and a dominatrix.
‘Mr Temple would like to see you in his office.’ She said.
Margot stood up, not wanting to look Kera in the eye. She squeezed past the stern receptionist in silence.
‘Margot.’ Kera said. Margot stopped and turned. ‘You should *really* try wearing fishnet stockings. Or black lingerie. He’ll cum quicker that way.’
Margot didn’t reply and turned away to the door to Temple’s office.
‘Just some friendly advice.’ Kera laughed as Margot opened to the door and accepted her fate.
Temple was stood at the window, looking over a rainy grey London skyline. Water dribbled down the glass panes, giving the buildings outside a distorted, blurred effect.
‘Take a seat on the couch.’ He said.
Margot took a step.
‘No. Get undressed first. Completely naked, please.’
‘Can you close the blinds on the windows first?’ Margot said awkwardly.
Temple turned, obviously not use to someone not instantly doing as he’d asked. ‘Get undressed.’ He snapped, ‘I don’t care if the whole city sees your cunt.’
Margot holding back tears, began to unbutton her shirt.
Temple undid his zipper and pulled his cock through, he started to stroke. ‘You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had. Trying to get finance for this stupid superhero film is driving me nuts. Constantly on the phone with morons and idiots. God… fucking hate this job sometimes. The only thing that got me through it, was knowing that at the end of the day I had the chance to have some more fun with my intern whore.’
Margot tried to ignore him. She let her shirt drop on the floor and then kicked off her shoes. As she pulled down her grey skirt and revealed her round ass, Temple bit his bottom lip.
‘Remember, completely naked.’ He said.
Margot clenched her teeth and reluctantly unhooked her lace blue bra. It hit the floor and she stepped out of the patching panties. She covered her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other. She thought of the buildings adjacent. Could they see here? What if they could? Would they come and help? Or would they think it was consensual?
Temple devoured her with his eyes, his cock stiffening. ‘I think you’re the best intern we’ve had.’
Margot stood quietly, her mind was racing and fear was creeping up her spine like a tap-dancing centipede.
‘Same as last time.’ Temple smiled. ‘I gonna ask you some more questions. And, I better like your answers. Or you’re out of here.’ He pointed to the leather couch, ‘Sit down.’
Margot moved over and Temple reached out with his hand. He roughly grabbed her left ass cheek, hard enough that there was likely gonna be a bruise on the soft perfect flesh. She winced, using all her will to not slap him away.
‘You got to the gym?’ He smirked.
Margot sat down on the couch, her legs tightly together, her arm covering her breasts and hard nipples. Temple quickly removed his clothes, so they were both naked, the small terrified eighteen-year-old, and her tormentor, stroking his large cock.
He sat down next to her. ‘You know how it goes. Wank me off while I think of some questions to ask you.’
She looked at his thick cock. It stood straight, a droplet of pre-cum seeping down from the pink head. A moment later she took the veiny shaft in her hand and started to massage up and down.
He moaned, ‘So… what should I ask you?’
Margot looked away, hoping that he’d cum quickly. She knew he wouldn’t though, he’d only cum when he’d embarrassed and hurt her.
‘Last time, you said you lost your virginity to your ex-boyfriend.’ He grunted in pleasure. ‘What happened? Did you leave him? Or did he leave you?’
This hurt more than the forced sex. Being coerced into talking about her life. Talking about memories that she’d rather forget.
‘I left him.’ She said, trying to hide how the thought of Oliver affected her.
‘Why?’
‘He…’ Margot winced as if it physically hurt. ‘He cheated on me.’
‘What was his name?
‘Oliver.’ She said the name was toxic discontent.
‘Who did this Oliver fuck?’
‘My best friend.’
‘Name?’
‘Julie.’
His cock hardened. ‘How did you find out about them?’
‘Please… I don’t want to talk about this….’ Tears welled in Margot’s eyes.
‘Well, *I* want you to talk about it. How did you find out about Oliver fucking around on you?’ His face showed a flash of anger.
‘I…’ Margot gulped. ‘I walked in on them… at a house party.’
‘This is like something out of a soap opera. Go on. Tell me what you saw them doing?’
Margot took a second. ‘He was fucking her. From behind. Okay? Are you happy now?’
His cock was rock hard, and Margot’s hand was covered in his slick pre-cum. ‘How did it make you feel? Seeing your boyfriend fucking your best friend? Sad? Angry? Like the useless whore you are? Or did it make you feel a bit horny?’
‘What?’ She was genuinely shocked. ‘It broke me.’
Temple laughed, ‘Be honest, it made you a little bit wet, didn’t it? Do you think he found Julie more attractive than you? Bigger tits? Fatter arse?’
‘Please stop…’ She started to sob as she wanked his cock.
‘Maybe she sucked cock better than you?’ Maybe she did things that you wouldn’t?’
She didn’t reply. Was it not good enough that he was forcing her into sex? He had to mock her as well. Margot wiped a tear from her cheek and continued to stroke him. She felt him twitch, and he pushed her hand away.
‘Stand up.’ He ordered. ‘I wanna fuck you.’
Margot had hoped he’d only want a blowjob like last time, but she’d figured out that hoping for anything good just left her disappointed.
‘Go stand near the window.’
‘Please… someone will see…’
‘I don’t care. Window, now.’
Margot went over to the tall glass window. Cars on the street below, stuck in afternoon congestion. If they looked up could they see her naked trembling body?
She could see her reflection in the glass, and appearing behind her, Temple, who dwarfed her tiny frame. He shoved her against the window, the cold glass on her belly and tits making her jump. Temple pushed himself against her, squashing her tits. She felt his wet cock on her lower back, then move lower. He positioned himself near her cunt, rubbing his head on her pussy lips slightly.
‘You said your ex only had an average cock?’ He chuckled, ‘Well if that’s the case, this may hurt a bit.’
He pressed himself into her, spreading her teen pussy.
Temple moaned in pure ecstasy, and Margot cried out in terror. His cock was throbbing inside her, invading her pussy. He started to thrust in and out, quickly gaining speed, going deeper and deeper. Every pump made Margot wince and sob.
He leant closer, not relenting his attack on her insides, and said, ‘You’re so fucking tight. You’ve not been fucked in a while, eh?’
Margot closed her eyes tight.
*Think about where you’ll be in ten years. A rich screenwriter living in the Hollywood hills. This will all seem like a distant dream.*
But right now, it felt like a copper pole was being inserted into her cunt by an angry gorilla.
She could feel his breath on her neck and her ear, ‘I’m gonna fill your pussy. I’m gonna fill that barely legal womb.’
He ploughed cruelly into her. ‘And don’t worry. If you get knocked up, I’ll pay for the abortion.’ He evil laugh turned into angry and pleasured grunts as he exploded into her.
It felt as if someone had switched on a cum faucet inside her. A river of Temple’s seed filled her up, it was warm and sticky and felt alien inside her. Temple pulled out and wiped his cock on her ass. A few seconds later the river of cum turned into a waterfall of cum as it started to leak out of her abused barely legal pussy and down her shaking thigh.
Temple walked over to his desk and started to dress. Margot, in shock, fell to the ground. She didn’t know what to do.
*He came inside me…*
Her stretched pussy pulsated in pain. She half walked, half crawled, to her clothes and started to dress herself. It ached to put her legs into her panties.
‘C’mon. Hurry up.’ Temple said, already behind his desk and typing away. ‘I’ve got a phone call in a few minutes, so I need you to leave. C’mon, move it.’
In pained silence, Margot left the office and began to cry. Kera looked up at her from her desk.
‘Again, with the fucking tears?’ She snapped. ‘Stop acting like a little spoilt brat.’
‘He raped me.’ Margot said. ‘He came inside me without a condom.’
‘Oh, so what?’ Kera said sarcastically. ‘If you’re gonna stay interning here… you better get used to creepy old men using your pussy like a fleshlight. As soon you signed your contract her, you signed over your body to Mr Temple. You belong to him. He’s your new master. And you’re his little slut bitch of a slave. So, get used to it.’ Kera looked back at her monitor. ‘Now get back to your desk and get back to work.’
Margot wanted to say something. Something mean and angry. But she was too tired to argue. Too tired to fight for herself. She went and sat at her desk, closing the door to her tiny office.
Margot was too tired to cry. That was until she felt Temple’s load seeping out of her pussy and pooling in her panties. Then she began to cry.
She cried for a long time.
**THE END**
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