There s Gold in Them Thar Hills
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?Well, it's obvious how you got the job, isn't it? The only question is which one of the bosses you screwed. Which one, all of them more likely. I bet your interview consisted of you, down on your knees, giving each and every one of them blow jobs.? Karen sneered in her usual bitchy fashion.
?Oh, grow up, Karen. I got the job on my merits. I got promotion, you didn't, get over it.? I replied. Ever since I'd been promoted Karen had been bitter. Right up until the last moment she'd been sure the job was hers and was very resentful about being passed over. Now that I was the supervisor she, and her little clique, her supporters club, were my biggest headache. Most of the team were fine but Karen and her friends just went out of their way to make my life as awkward as possible. Well, I guess that's what I got the extra pay for.
The irony is that if she wasn't such a bitch I could really like Karen. She's really pretty with long raven hair and dark oriental looks and, although I'm no lesbian or anything like that, there's something about her that really gets to me.
If it had stayed like that I guess I could have handled it but then, that weekend, it all changed and my life will never, ever, be the same again.
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I like keeping fit and, if I'm not swimming down at the local baths, then I'm out walking in the hills. I love it out there, it's real wilderness country and with a little walking you can get right away from all the stresses and strains of modern life. On the Saturday of the long weekend in question it was one of those bright days in late spring when the whole world seems as if it's been made afresh. I got up before the sun, loaded my car and set off. After a two hour drive though the winding mountain roads, I had finally arrived at my favourite spot, I'd parked, doubled checked my backpack for food and water and headed off into the hills, keen to get away, to lose the crowds, to find the peace and solitude that refreshed me.
I'd gone maybe four miles when I got to a bit where the trail winds through some broken rocks and I was busy picking my way through when, as if by magic, Karen came out from behind a boulder and stood blocking the path.
?Karen, what on earth... What are you doing here?? I gasped in amazement.
?Waiting for you. We've had just about enough of being bossed around by a whore like you and today that's going to change. Ok guys, come on out.?
Suddenly I was surrounded. Karen had picked the perfect place for an ambush and I'd walked right into it. I looked around; all the mob from work were there, Randy, Bob, Mel, Kelly and Steve, all Karen's special friends.
?Right, you fuck cunt.? Karen walked up until she was inches away, grabbed me by the face and stared into my eyes. ?We know you didn't get that job on merit, you must have sucked every cock you could get you hands on. Whored your way to the top. Well, that's all going to change; you can keep the job but from now on your mine, you're my bitch, you, and that pathetic body of yours belong to me.?
?Please, Karen, this isn’t the time or the place, be reasonable. You know I got that job fair and square.? I was getting really scared.
?Fair and square. That job was mine, and you stole it from me and now you’re using your authority to get back at me.? Karen’s resentment was clearly distorting her perspective.
?Please, Karen, you know it’s not like that. Can’t we talk about this, sort something out??
?There’s only one thing I’m going to sort out with you, fuck cunt. Ok guys, you know what to do.?
Six pairs of hands grabbed me, dragged me a little way up the trail to a clearing and started to strip me. I fought and yelled and screamed but it was six to one and I had no chance. As for the screaming, out there in the middle of nowhere I should have saved my breath; the very reason I had gone there in the first place was to get away from people and now I’d got my wish and there was no one about to rescue me. My boots and jeans were first to go, shortly followed by my sweatshirt which left me in my bra and panties, still struggling wildly. Karen reached to her hip and produced a hunting knife; now I really was scared, it's nine inch blade glinted in the sunlight and it was obviously razor sharp.
?Come on, whore, let's see those tits.? Karen slid the knife under my bra between my breasts and, with a quick flick of her wrist cut it in two. Then I felt the knife against my hip, another flick of the wrist and the flimsy material of my panties gave way. Eager hands tugged the scraps of material from me and I was naked.
?That's more like it, our little fuck cunt to use however we want, whenever we want. Now who's going first? Randy, you’ve been banging on about how much you want to fuck her ass, well, now’s your chance. Over that rock there will do.?
I was crying, pleading, promising anything as kicking and screaming I was dragged to a rock which stood about waist high. Grasping hands forced me over it, my breasts and stomach scraping across the rough surface. I was nearly incoherent as I pleaded for them to stop, calling to Karen in particular, but no one paid me any heed. As Randy came up behind me I managed to free one leg and kicked out blindly but it did no good, I was soon restrained again and was rewarded for my pains with a vicious smack across the buttocks.
?Lie still and take it like the filthy whore you are.? Karen snarled. ?Get on with it Randy, we haven't got all day.?
The next thing I knew was Randy's bulk leaning against me, his prick against my anus, I'm too tight, he's too big, it will never fit, until, with a searing bolt of pain he broke through and pushed inside me. Grunting like an animal Randy pushed again and again as he forced his way in, each thrust making me feel like my arse would tear open. There was no pleading now, merely screams of agony as he pounded away harder, faster, stronger, until, with a bull like roar, he came, pumping his semen in great gobs deep inside my arse. Finished at last he withdrew and they let me slide to the ground where I lay sobbing as the spent semen leaked from me.
?Looks like lunchtime to me. Tie her up and we can relax. Did anyone bring some beers.? Karen produced some tent pegs and under her direction I was staked out, face up, spread-eagled on the ground. A couple of cold boxes were retrieved from where they had been hiding and they settled down to lunch.
It was a bizarre situation, I was bound, naked, exposed, humiliated whilst all around me my captors were eating lunch as if nothing unusual had happened. Karen was pointedly ignoring me and seemed determined to get as many beers down her as possible. Randy was full of himself, playing up to his ‘king of the castle – I’ve already had mine’ status whilst the others seemed keen follow Karen’s lead and act as this were a normal picnic although I did catch Kelly giving me some curious looks from time to time.
And then it started, just a feint tickle at first, somewhere round about the back of my knee but a feint tickle was all it took; I knew I had some kind of bug, an ant maybe, crawling up my leg. I have a bit of a thing about bugs and, as it moved from my knee to my thigh, it felt enormous. I tried to wriggle about so as to dislodge it but only succeeded in attracting the attention of Kelly. She came over and crouched down next to me.
?What’s up, fuck cunt?? she asked. ?Are you trying to escape??
?Please, Kelly, there’s a bug on my leg. Could you brush it off please.? I replied. Kelly glanced down.
?Oh yeah, there it is.? She made no attempt to move it. ?Looks like it’s heading north, heading for that cunt of yours. Let’s make it easier for the poor little thing.
Kelly reached down for my groin and spread my lips with her fingers and my little secret was no secret any more.
?Why you’re? you’re all moist? you’re getting off on all this aren’t you?? The surprise and disgust in her voice was clear. She plunged two fingers inside me and found no resistance.
?Hey guys,? she called out, ?you’ll never guess, fuck cunt’s all horny, she’s loving every minute of this. Her cunt’s dripping wet, look.?
She pulled out her fingers and held them aloft covered with my juices which glistened in the sunshine. I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. Meanwhile my body, my disgusting traitor of a body, continued to betray me. Kelly pushed her fingers at my mouth and, when I tried to shy away, she grabbed my nose so I had to open my mouth and accept it. There was no denying it, her fingers were covered with my taste, the taste of my aroused body, my body which was turned on by abuse, both physical and verbal.
By now I was surrounded, the others, attracted by Kelly’s shouts, had gathered round to see what was up. Karen stood between my legs, hands on hips, staring down at me with a triumphant smile on her face.
?I knew it. I can always spot them. In the office it’s always Mrs Bossy Boots, laying down the law, pushing us around like a tin pot general but once you get to see her real nature, once you get to see what she’s really like, then you can see that she’s driven by that dripping cunt of hers. She’ll do anything, anything at all and all we need to do is train her. Isn’t that so, fuck cunt??
I didn’t reply, I couldn’t reply. How could I explain my nature when I didn’t fully understand it myself. Would I really willingly put myself through the pain and humiliation that Karen was proposing, of course not, but it couldn’t be denied that it did thrill me, that every slight, every put down, every hurt both emotional and physical, was accompanied by a thrill that went straight to my centre, and as I lay there, spread-eagled on the ground with Randy’s come still trickling from my bottom, forced to take whatever abuse they wished to put on me, I felt more alive than I had ever felt.
?Not very talkative, eh?? Karen chuckled. ?I’ve know just the thing to change that.?
She disappeared for a while and when she returned she was trimming the leaves off a birch branch until she had a length of around two feet tapering down from about the width of my thumb. She swished it through the air experimentally a few times and it demonstrated all the reasons why birch has been historically associated with whippings.
?Birches are traditionally applied in bundles,? Karen said kneeling down beside me, ?but just one can be quite effective and it’s so handy having a limitless supply out here. Now then, what was the question again? Oh, yes, fuck cunt, you’re going to do anything we ask and willingly aren’t you??
?No, I could never agree to that.? I replied.
?Wrong answer!? Karen slashed the birch across my breasts leaving a line of fire. ?Now, let’s try again. Are you going to agree willingly??
?Please, I?? I tried through the sobs. Almost immediately the birch slashed down again.
?Please, I? Karen mocked. ?What sort of answer is that. Now, we’re going to keep on trying until you get it right. Are you going to agree willingly??
?Yes, yes, anything.? Anything to stop her hitting me again.
?That’s better, but still not right. I wonder if you can guess what was missing.? Karen waved the birch menacingly above me. ?Well, fuck cunt??
I didn’t know what to say, I had just agreed to do anything she wanted, what more could I give. I just lay there, literally lost for words, terrified a not knowing what she wanted me to say.
?You call me Mistress Karen!? Again the birch slashed across me. ?From now on you will refer to any of us as Mistress or Master and you will refer to your self as fuck cunt. Have you got it this time??
This was all to much, to have to agree to anything, to have to refer to myself using those awful words, word I never would use otherwise, and to have to call Karen Mistress, I simply couldn’t. Slash, slash, the birch struck again and I writhed in agony, straining against the ropes that held me.
?That’s for keeping me waiting.? Karen snarled.
?Yes, Mistress Karen, I understand.? I had to force the words out through the sobs, fighting the pain and the last shreds of my pride. ?I? er, fuck cunt will do anything you ask.?
?That’s better, that’s a good little fuck cunt. From now on, believe me, you will do anything I tell you to.? Karen looked down at me and suddenly, quick as a rattlesnake, slashed the birch across my groin so that the tip landed just where I was most sensitive.
?Do you know why I did that?? She asked once I had stopped screaming and was merely crying.
?No, Mistress Karen.? I squeezed out between the sobs.
?Because I could.? The triumphal look on her face said everything.
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