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As the Manager pushed me roughly through the door at the rear of the cinema, I found myself standing at the bottom of a flight of steps. ‘ Up there’ he said harshly and, taking me firmly by the arm he forced me up the stairs. Truth to tell, I was in no condition to resist him, the shock of being caught had made me weak with fear and apprehension. Close to tears, I allowed him to shepherd me up the stairs and along a short passage. He pulled me to a halt outside a door marked ‘Manager’, opened it and thrust me inside. The room was a windowless box, containing a desk on which was a telephone and a lamp. The desk was scattered with papers and there were two chairs, a cushioned armchair behind the desk and a hard wooden chair in front. ‘Sit there’ he said, and pushed me into the chair. While I collapsed bonelessly onto the hard wooden seat he took his seat at the desk and, resting his chin on his hands, looked contemptuously at me. Then, with a final sneer, he pulled a piece of paper toward him and began to write, ignoring me completely. While he did so I studied my captor fearfully. He was a thin, ugly old man with a small moustache and greying, thinning hair. Looking hesitantly around the room I saw in one corner a small leather sofa and on the wall in front of it a TV set with some sort of machine underneath it which I recognised as one of those new recording machines.
I looked back at the man behind the desk, but he was still writing, still ignoring me. I was still very frightened, still close to tears and suddenly I could stand the tension no longer.
‘Please, I whispered tremulously, p.please, wha..what’s going to happen to me?’
He put down his pen and looked at me. ‘You’ve been very naughty, he said, in his high-pitched voice, haven’t you?’ I couldn’t meet his gaze and with a sob, hung my head and, through my tears whispered brokenly, ‘yes…. I..I’m s.s.sorry…. please…I’m so s.sorry’
‘It’s a little late for that’ he said and, as I continued to weep he got up from his chair, walked around the desk and sat on it before me.
At this moment there was a knock at the door. ‘Come, he said, and I heard the door open and someone come in. ‘Is that the tape?’ the manager asked. ‘Yes sir’, I heard a mans voice reply. ‘Alright Jenkins, that will be all, I’ll call if I need you.’ I heard the door close and we were alone once more.
‘Alright, he said, that’s enough tears.’ I looked up at him through my tears and saw him standing in front of me holding a small plastic box. ‘This is a recording tape, he said softly, from security cameras we’ve recently had installed.’
‘Shall we see what it has recorded?’ He led me over to the sofa and told me to sit down. He turned on the TV and inserted the tape. Returning to stand behind me he said, ‘Now watch’
The screen flickered and steadied and, with horrid fascination I watched myself sitting in the darkened cinema. I shrank inside, my stomach tightening as the first man moved along the row and sat beside me. As he began to fondle me the second man sat down in the seat behind me. As he too reached forward I couldn’t restrain a sob of shame. Wrenching my eyes from the screen, I started to get up. The manager’s hand came down hard on my shoulder and forced me back into my seat. ‘ You ain’t going anywhere till I say so, he growled, now watch!’ Continuing to hold me down, his bony fingers digging cruelly into my shoulder, he forced me to continue watching. As the men slowly undressed me the third man took his place beside me and soon all three were caressing my squirming, half-naked body. Then suddenly, the manager’s arrival blocked our view, and all that was visible were the three men hurrying off, and then the manager escorting me away.
The manager released my shoulder, walked to the TV and, switching it off, ejected the tape. Holding it loosely in his hand, he turned to look down at me. ‘Well now, he said, if I show this to the police, I don’t think anything will save you from being arrested for gross indecency, do you?’
I looked up at him in horror. ‘Th.the police, I whispered, oh no….no…please no…’ He studied me for a moment and then he said ‘Perhaps it needn’t come to that’ As I sat there, fear knotting my stomach, he placed the tape on top of the tape player and moved closer to me. Reaching out, he placed his hand on my head and began to stroke my hair. Shuddering with revulsion, I tried to pull away but he knotted his fingers in my hair and held me in place. The pain was intense and I screamed. I screamed again as he jerked me to my and pulled me close. ‘Scream all you like, he said, no-one will hear you. You better be nice to me, you little whore, he went on, or the police will see your little film’
As he said this any idea I had about resisting left me and I slumped against him, whimpering with pain and fear. ‘That’s better, he said and, releasing his hold on my hair, stepped back. ‘Now, he went on, lets start with a little show’ Seating himself on the sofa, his legs spread wide, he leered up at me as I turned to face him. ‘Come on baby, he said, lets see what you showed those men out there, strip for me’
I looked at him helplessly for a moment, looked at his leering, knowing face and shivered. I knew I was at his mercy, that I would have to obey him. I began to unbutton my shirt. ‘Not like that, he said, you like to tease, so strip slowly starting with your shoes, slip them off.’ With a little sob of resignation, I slipped off my shoes, one after the other. My socks followed, pulling them one by one from my feet, and throwing them aside. ‘Come a little closer’, he said and I moved closer to him, standing between his spread legs.
‘Your jeans now’
My hands went to my belt and I unbuckled it slowly and, at a rough command from him, slipped it from the loops and handed it to him. As he took it he gripped my fingers and pulled and I was forced to take two steps closer to him halted only by the edge of the sofa pressing against my shins. Swinging my leather belt lazily he crossed his ankles imprisoning me within the confines of his legs. Looking up at me through half closed eyes he ran a caressing hand down the side of my thigh. ‘Jeans, he said, take them off’ Shivering beneath his touch, I slipped my jeans down and off and stepped out of them. ‘Panties, he said, and his voice was suddenly husky. I wanted to run, to escape, I wanted suddenly to be anywhere but here, away from this horrible little man but I couldn’t, with that tape, he held me in his power, but I knew, with a horrible certainty, that stripping for him would not be the end. I was crying again now and then, as he whipped my leather belt across the back of my thigh I screamed in agony. Again I tried desperately to pull away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him. Again he swung the strap, across my bottom this time and the searing pain made me feel weak and sick. Reeling with pain and fear, I screamed again as he wrenched me down, forcing me onto my belly across his thighs.
Releasing my wrist, he gripped me by the nape of my neck, holding me in place and with his free hand, as I sobbed and pleaded, he tore off my pants. He slapped my bare bottom, not hard, although it hurt and then he began to squeeze my buttock cheeks. ‘Like that, don’t you’, he said, his voice still husky with desire. ‘NO! I screamed No.please…. Let me go, please…oh please..oh….Ahheeii!’ I screamed, over and over as he whipped me mercilessly for some minutes, the strap biting into the backs of my thighs and my buttocks. I tried frantically to free myself but he held me easily. Eventually the whipping ended and I lay limp and weeping across his thighs as once again he began to fondle my now smarting bottom, whimpering as his fingers probed my tortured flesh. ‘Like that…don’t you?’ he repeated and with a sob, I whispered ‘yes’ in a small quiet voice, knowing that that was what he wanted to hear. ‘Cant hear you, you little whore, he said, are you ready to be good now?’ With a resigned sob I blurted’ YES……..Oh please…please…yes I’ll be good …I’ll do anything you say….only please…p..please…don’t hurt me anymore’
He pushed me, and I fell on my knees between his legs with a little cry. He parted his legs and I fell forward towards him. Once again his hand curled behind my head and as he grabbed a handful of hair, jerking my head back I screeched with the pain. ‘Take your top off, he husked, let’s see that lovely body.’
Trying to ignore the pain I stripped off my shirt and knelt naked and sobbing before him. He bent me back further and ran his hand over my body, fondling my nipples and squeezing them. ‘You have lovely tits, don’t you, my little whore’ he said. Then he pulled me back towards him. Still gripping my hair he unzipped his trousers and took out his stiff penis. I had let the men in the cinema touch me but I had never been in a situation like this, never been so close to a mans naked penis, never been so helpless.
‘Suck it, you whore, he said, suck it…. now’
I tried desperately to pull back, but he held me in a vice-like grip. ‘Please……..I moaned,…plea….’, and then I was shrieking in agony as he whipped the strap across my naked vulnerable buttocks. ‘Stop, I cried….alright …please….please’ and I lowered my head, my parted lips seeking the swollen purple head of his cock. It passed between my lips and for a moment I panicked, it was too huge, I couldn’t, I cant…….and then, releasing his grip on my hair, he pulled my head further forward and it pushed in and in and in, filling the wet cavern of my mouth. ‘Now you’ll suck it, he said in a quiet voice, if you know what’s good for you’ As he began to moan with excitement, I began to suck on his cock.
I had been kneeling there for only a few minutes, pleasing him with my mouth and my tongue when his hand slipped down my naked body and began to caress my nipples. I was to exhausted to resist and then suddenly I didn’t want to. My nipples hardened under his touch and little thrills of excitement rippled through my system. I heard myself moan with desire and pressed myself closer. I heard him grunt and then his hand was in my hair again, pulling back my head so that his cock slipped out of my mouth. He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up to look into my eyes
‘Like it rough, don’t you, you little whore, he said, watching me, caressing the side of my face with gentle fingers, don’t you?’
I was too weak, too shaken with this new excitement, too subdued to resist. ‘Yes, I whispered. He smiled, horribly at me and patted my face. Then he stood up. Totally cowed, I could only watch dully as he undid his trousers and let them fall. His pants followed and he just stood there, his wet cock drooping a little. As I continued to look up at him, he said, ‘Pleasure me.’ I didn’t hesitate. I slid my fingers beneath his balls and lifted them, then licked and kissed them, while the fingers of my other hand stroked his rapidly hardening cock. As it grew stiffer under my lingering fingers I started to lick from its base, up the hard slick column of flesh, up to its purple throbbing head. He was panting, his breath coming in hoarse gasps and his fingers knotted in my sweat-slicked hair, not forcing me now, knowing I was totally his slave.
Once again I forced my lips around his cock and sucked into my mouth, and as I sucked him he began to thrust forward with his hips, forcing himself even deeper into me. Ripping open his shirt and coat, he took my wrists and pulled my hands up to his chest and, knowing what he wanted, I began to fondle his nipples. He placed his hand behind my head again and, as his movements became more frenetic, I knew instinctively that he was about to come, come in my mouth. I didn’t want to but I had no choice. He cried out suddenly and spurted into my throat, hot and salt. I choked, and tried to pull back, but his hand was there, holding my head in place.’Take it all, you whore, he growled, or else!’ I was helpless. With my sobs muffled I sucked and swallowed until he was finished with my mouth, then he slipped out of me and sat back on the sofa, watching me with a self satisfied smile on his face. Suddenly the enormity of what had just happened hit me and I fell back on my haunches and began to sob into my hands.
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