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**This is the third and likely final part to this series. I’ve loved writing this, and Margot is my favourite character that I’ve written. I got some fantastic suggestions on the last part which I’ve incorporated into this. If any of you have any suggestion or ideas for a story you’d like me to write, please, please, send them my way. I love reading them and I try to reply to as many as I can.**
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Temple pounded himself onto Margot from behind. She was bent over his desk with dead eyes, focusing on one of the modernist paintings on the wall. His hands were gripping on to her naked shoulders to make it easier for him to abuse her. Occasionally he’d lean over her and whisper something disgusting into her ear.
‘Do you like being daddy’s little fuck toy?’
‘Your teen pussy belongs to me.’
‘The only reason you exist is so guys like me can fuck you. You’re nothing but a pussy and a mouth attached to a pair of legs. You’re a useless slut.’
At first the crude insults got to her. She’d go home and cry in the shower, his voice ringing out in her ears. Now she just believed him.
She *was* a slut for letting this happen.
Temple grunted and filled her up. This was the eleventh time in the past two weeks that he had shot his load into her teen cunt. Walking to the bus stop after work, Margot could feel his seed inside her. A constant reminder of who she belonged to.
He pulled out of her and pulled his trousers up. She quietly pulled her skirt and panties back up. A week ago, she’d have left the room in tears, telling herself to report her rapist to the police. Now she just left in depressed silence.
Kera, who she nearly hated more than Temple, was sat her desk. She had her long legs crossed.
‘Damn. He’s had you every day this week.’ She smirked, ‘I was never that lucky.’
Margot ignored her. She needed to get to the bathroom and clean herself up.
‘By the way,’ Kera shouted out after her. ‘It’s the bi-monthly meeting of the studio’s board members tomorrow. They will be meeting here, in the boardroom.’
*Good. Maybe that means I’ll get a break,* Margot thought.
Kera continued, ‘Martin- Sorry, I mean Mr Temple has informed me that he wants you in there *helping out.*’
Margot didn’t reply, and Kera added, ‘Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll just be doing the coffee.’
She laughed as Margot closed the bathroom door.
***
Margot was in Temple’s office. Except it wasn’t his office. The walls were gone and a black void filled their space. The white leather couch was still there, as was the desk, which was where Margot was sat. She was naked, her legs spread, making it easy for the faceless figure in front of her to fuck her pussy. It’s wrapped it’s shadowy arms around her back as he thrust his long cock into her.
She moaned and looked up at him. It was Oliver’s face. She hadn’t seen him since the breakup. She screamed in pleasure and fell back onto the desk.
*God… I’ve missed his cock.*
‘I know you’ve missed it.’ He said, though it wasn’t Oliver speaking. Her head shot up, to see Martin Temple furiously hammering her.
‘You’ve missed daddy’s cock. Haven’t you bitch?’ His grin was long and unnatural as if his cheeks were being stretched away from his face. Temple roared like an untamed beast and Margot screamed a high pitched, ugly scream.
Margot shot up. She was in her bed and covered in sweat. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. She looked around her bedroom for any sign of an intruder. She was alone.
*Fuck. Fuck. That… felt so real.*
Her heart was pounding. Her head was spinning. Her mattress was damp from sweat… and her pussy. She pulled the covers away to reveal a large wet patch underneath her crotch and ruined panties.
She had orgasmed. And, once she figured that out, a veil of self-loathing fell over her. Margot fell back and started to cry over the fact that she had come dreaming about the man who routinely raped her.
***
The board meeting was scheduled to begin at 11 am. Margot watched the clock on the wall of her tiny office. The hands ticking away to her doom. At 10:45, the board members began to arrive. All men in tailored suits and wearing expensive watches, carrying leather briefcases, and walking as if they were gods compared to us mere mortals.
Kera appeared in the doorway. ‘Go on. Get yourself in there. There’ll be a chair in the corner that you can sit on.’
Margot got to her feet, dreading what the next hour entailed. She’d try to dress more conservatively. Grey shirt with a knee-length skirt, and flat shoes. She wore only the bare minimum of make-up. For some reason, she believed that this would stop them wanting her, but deep down she knew that it wasn’t how girls dressed that attracted creeps like this. It was just in their nature. If it’s young and has a hole for them to shove their cocks, these guys would do it without a moment’s notice.
This was proven correct when Margot quietly entered the large boardroom. The four men stopped talking with each other and turned to look at the shy girl. She stood awkwardly for a second and then made her away to the chair in the corner.
Temple was at the head of the table, smiling to himself. Next to him, sat a fat man with grey hair. He spoke in a coarse Scottish accent.
‘Bloody hell, Martin. You didn’t tell us that your new intern looked like that.’
‘Wait until you see her without the clothes on.’ Martin grinned and the whole table erupted into laughter. Margot sat down on the chair and crossed her legs, feeling the eyes on her.
‘Anyway.’ Temple said. ‘Let’s get to business. Richard, are we going to finance that new superhero film or not?’
Richard, the Scottish man, said, ‘I think it’s a clever idea. Super-hero films are all the buzz right now. Those movies are money-printing machines.’
These conversations went on for the next hour or so. Debates about film budgets, which actors to hire and what their salary should be, is it cheaper for them film in the UK or Europe? A month ago Margot would have dreamed about being in a meeting like this. Making films, her childhood dream; a dream which seemed to be far away nowadays.
Temple said a comment about a famous American actress who he had worked with last year and everyone laughed.
‘Martin, you didn’t?’ A board member said from the far end of the table. He was a black guy with a neat goatee.
‘Yes, Darren, I did.’ Temple said. ‘I fucked her right here on this table in exchange for a higher paycheck. She wasn’t as well-known back then… and let’s just say she was desperate.’
‘Isn’t she a massive feminist now? All about women’s rights and that?’ A guy opposite Darren said, a skinny guy that Margot had heard be called Stuart.
‘I believe she is. She wasn’t caring about her rights when I sprayed my cum all over her pretty American face.’
The board members all roared in laughter again, before Darren said, ‘Jesus, Martin what can’t you get away with?’
‘I can do whatever the fuck I want. This studio is my kingdom. Look, I’ll prove it.’ Temple looked over at Margot and gestured to his feet. ‘Come get on your knees.’
The men all giggled when she stood up and walked over. She got to her knees and looked up at him with her big eyes.
‘Unzip me and suck me off.’
Margot did as she told. She pulled down his fly and brought his flaccid cock out. She started to suck on it, feeling it harden as soon as her warm tongue touched the tip. The board members watched in silent awe, the only sound Margot slurping on Temple’s big dick.
Stuart spoke. ‘Damn. There was no hesitation. You’ve broken this one in quick haven’t you.’
Temple moaned, ‘Damn right, Stuart. This slut is barely eighteen, and I can fuck her whenever I want.’ He placed his hand on the back of her head and gripped on to her blonde ponytail. ‘I can do whatever the fuck I want to her.’ Suddenly, he started roughly moving her head up and down, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. Margot started to gag when she felt his tip smacking into the back of her throat.
‘But luckily for you guys,’ Temple said, his cock twitching, ‘I’ve got a lunch meeting in ten minutes, and I need to get going.’ His started to cum. ‘Keep your mouth around my cock, bitch. I don’t want any cum getting on my trousers.’ He continued to her head up and down, pumping himself into her throat. He pushed her off, and Margot fell back, cum dripping out of her mouth.
Temple put his cock back in his pants and stood up. ‘Do what you want with her.’ He walked over to the door, then turned, ‘Don’t ruin her too much.’ He laughed and left the boardroom.
Margot sat on the floor, looking at the four hungry men. Tears began to fall down her face. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t cry, that she wouldn’t look weak in front of them.
She started to sob as the men stood up and walked over to her, large bulges in all of their pants. It was Stuart who got to her first.
He started to pull at her shirt and skirt. When he found that he couldn’t get them off, he crudely ripped them away from her body. The grey skirt split in two and the buttons off of her shirt shot out across the room, leaving Margot weeping in her underwear.
‘Fucking hell.’ Darren said, stroking his bulge through his trousers. ‘This bitch is hot.’
‘Yeah,’ Said Richard, whose pants were around his ankles and was furiously masturbating his uncut cock. ‘Come on, Stuart.’ He said. ‘We haven’t got all day, and I wanna take my time with this whore.’
Stuart looked at Margot, smiled wickedly, and pushed her down onto the hard, wooden floor. He easily ripped her white panties in two and then mounted himself on top of her. Despite being skinny, his weight still easily pinned Margot to the ground stopping her from moving. His face was inches from her, evil in his eyes. He reached down and pulled his cock out of his trousers, then remorsefully forced himself into her pussy.
Margot let out a whimper, and Stuart started to fuck her. She closed her eyes, imaging herself at home in her bed, curled up safely under the duvet. Then she imagined herself back in Belfast, back with Oliver. Both of them would cuddle on the couch and watch Netflix together. She missed him, she didn’t care about what he did.
Stuart moaned, ‘Fuck me. Her pussy is so fucking tight.’
‘Martin only gets the best sluts.’ Darren said, still rubbing his bulge.
Stuart’s thrusting got faster and faster, until Margot felt him explode inside her. His warm cum filling up her cunt. He continued to thrust for few more seconds, like he was making sure his seed was as deep as it could go.
He tiredly pulled out and stood up. ‘I’ve not cummed that hard since that rentboy in Thailand.’
Richard and Darren laughed with Stuart as he pulled his trousers up and left the boardroom. Margot heard him say bye to Kera before the door slammed shut, locking her in with the two remaining board members.
Richard, the fat Scottish man stepped forward. ‘I dibs her next.’ His cock was uncut and girthy, with a bed of greying pubes at the base. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He then pulled one of the chairs out and sat down on it, stroking himself. ‘You’re gonna ride my cock like the whore you are.’ He gestured to his lap, where his cock stood straight.
Margot wiped a tear away and then climbed onto him.
‘Yeah, that’s it.’ He said. ‘Slide my cock into your pussy.’
Margot, disgusted with herself, took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it. It was bigger than Stuarts and stretched her cunt, she bit her lip in pain, and then slowly started to bounce up and down.
‘Haha, look at her.’ Richard said, ‘Riding cock like a true whore.’ He wrapped his arms around her and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. He moved his head down slightly and started to kiss and lick her breasts. His tongue swirled around her hard nipples and she shivered, then cried out when he started to bite them. His hands moved to her hips and he started to move her up and down, wet slaps filling the boardroom. Richard moaned, and Darren stood off to the side, still stroking his ever-increasing bulge.
She rode him for what felt like an eternity. her pussy throbbed in aching pain, his cock abusing her teen pussy. He licked her breasts and nipped at them when he let out a loud groan and she felt his sticky seed leaking out of her.
‘Jesus… Christ.’ He said, pushing her off. ‘That was good. Girls got a pussy as tight as a vice.’
Margot stood silently as Richard pulled his trouser up. She rubbed her pained vagina and winced. She looked down, two men’s white seed was running down her inner thigh.
She felt like dirty stupid fucking whore.
Richard spoke to Darren, ‘While I would love to stay and watch you have your fun, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. I’ll speak to you tomorrow. We’ll go for a drink.’ Richard left the room with a spring in his step.
Margot, naked, shivering, her pussy swollen, looked nervously at the floor. Darren looked her over. A mad man looking over his next meal.
He took his suit jacket off and neatly folded it over the back of a chair, then he unbuttoned his shirt and let fall to the ground. Darren was ripped. Margot didn’t understand how he had time to work for the studio and also put his much effort into his body. His arms were like tree branches and his abs were the most defined abs she’d ever seen.
Then, he undid his belt. He kicked his shoes and trousers off and was left in his white boxers. The bulge was huge, and there was a damp patch where his pre-cum had leaked through. Margot’s eyes were locked on his crotch when he dropped on his boxers.
Darren smirked when he noticed Margot’s reaction to his cock.
When you describe someone as hung like a horse, it’s usually an understatement. Not here. Darren’s huge black cock swung between his legs. It must have been at least eight inches long, and not just that it, it was thick too. Margot’s heart stopped. No way was that going to fit inside her pussy. She’d only ever seen dicks like this in porn.
Darren took a step closer. ‘Bend over the table.’
‘Please… I can’t…’
‘Do you want me to tell Temple that you refused to do what I asked?’
Margot began to cry again, she wiped her eyes and sniffled. Then she bent over the table like a cheap whore, her ass in the air.
She hoped that being fucked by those first two guys would make it easier for him to fuck her without hurting her. She felt his muscled arm on her back, his large hand stroking the nape of her neck.
He gripped her head tightly and pushed down onto the glass table. ‘Now, the thing is slut, I don’t want sloppy thirds. Those two have ruined your cunt for me.’
She felt his cock rubbing on her ass.
‘So, if I can’t fuck your pussy…?’
Margot figured out what he was implying. She started to struggle against him but his arm was firmly holding her in place. The head of his cock slid between her round ass cheeks.
‘No….’ She whimpered. ‘Please…. Don’t…’
‘What? Never been fucked in the ass before?’
She hadn’t. Oliver had wanted to try it a couple of times, but she had always said no. He always respected her choice. God, she missed him.
‘Well,’ Darren said, ‘This may hurt slightly.’
He pressed himself into her tight virgin asshole.
Margot screamed. A scream so blood-curdling and high pitched it hurt her throat. A scream so loud it felt like the glass windows were about to shatter.
Her ass felt like it was on fire, and the pain only got worse as he forced his gigantic cock deeper into her. He started to thrust, each one harder than the last, each one letting him further inside of her. Margot cried and squirmed on the table, her slender legs kicked wildly. It was no use. He effortlessly held her down and tore her to pieces.
‘Please! Stop…’ Margot screamed, ‘I can’t take it…. It hurts…. Please….’
Darren laughed, ‘You’re not the first teen slut to say that to me. And you sure as hell won’t be the last.’
He pounded her hard, and all of his dick found it’s way inside her. She screamed and begged but no words came out. Just unintelligible sounds. His big balls slapped against her pained pussy, a pain that now felt tiny and insignificant. Her eyes were watering and her ears were ringing, the pain had travelled all over her body. His dick felt like a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire.
After god knows how long, she felt him shudder inside her. Darren sped up his pounding of her damaged hole and started to grunt. She felt him burst inside of her. He came for a long time. A tsunami of thick, white, cum filling her tiny hole up and spilling out on to the floor.
He went limp on top of her. She could feel his heavy breathing and his heart beating through his sweaty chest. A human heart. Not a monster or some beast. This person who had just abused and ruined her asshole wasn’t some fairytale creature. He was just a normal guy, who after this would go home and act as this had never happened. Maybe he had a girlfriend or a wife? Did she know that he sodomizes teens in his day job?
Darren pulled his cock out. Margot stayed bent over the table, shaking, He quickly got dressed in silence, then left the boardroom.
She stayed on the table crying when she heard the door open again. She looked, fearing it was one of them coming back for seconds.
It was Kera. She walked over, ‘Damn. Darren *really* did a number on you.’ She jumped on the table and casually crossed her legs. ‘Maybe I should I’ve warned you about him and his monster cock. You’ve could have prepared yourself for him.’
Margot was too tired and in too much pain to speak.
Kera continued, ‘That wouldn’t have been fair though. I had no warning when I went through this. Why should you get it any easier than the other girls who work here? You know, maybe you’ll learn to love Darren’s big dick. I know I sure did.’ Kera laughed and patted Margot on the back. ‘C’mon, you better get up. The cleaning guys will be here in a minute, and you don’t want them to find you like this. Unless you want to be fucked again?’
She giggled again, and said, ‘Anyway, see you tomorrow.’ And she left the boardroom and went back to her desk.
Margot stood up in pain and limped over to her ripped clothes, cum dripping from her pussy and ass.
***
Margot was in Temple’s office. Or was it the boardroom? This room was a conjunction of both. The two rooms where she had been abused and permanently damaged. She was on her knees, servicing a long cock. She was sucking and kissing it until it shot cum all over her face. She looked up. It was Oliver. His cum tasted so good. She loved to give him blowjobs and feel his cum on her face. Making him feel good made her feel good.
She blinked and Oliver was gone. She blinked again and now Temple stood there, grinning. He grabbed her head and she screamed, his cock forced its way in between her lips and down her throat. It felt like it was going down into her stomach. Screaming was futile as she was invaded.
Behind her, she felt a cock enter her asshole. It was large and it hurt, but she still couldn’t scream. Margot desperately wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. The cock in her throat was stopping her from screaming and blocking her airways.
She couldn’t breathe.
She couldn’t breathe.
She couldn’t breathe.
Margot jumped up screaming. She was covered in sweat and so was her bed. She looked around frantically, certain that what had just happened was real.
A minute later, she broke down crying in the corner of her bedroom, another pair of panties ruined from a never-ending nightmare.
**THE END.**
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