GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
CHAPTER 16 (MF, nc, rape)
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
The following day, Grace’s body was aching. Nevertheless, she was busy in the mailroom. By trying to keep
herself busy, she avoided thinking about what happened the previous evening.
Royston knew where Grace was because he had cleverly tapped on a security camera in the office and routed a
copy of the signal to his personal computer. He could watch the image of the mailroom as captured by the
security camera, right on his screen. He observed how Tony was periodically stopping in his work to watch Grace,
like a hawk watching its prey.
Royston also knew that under that designer office wear, Grace was wearing sexy lingerie. He laughed, as he
entertained a thought that Tony’s eyes would pop out of his socket if he saw Grace’s crotchless panties
underneath that micro-skirt she was wearing. Royston wondered if he should have Grace work in the mailroom
sitting on a low-stool, which would give Tony plenty of opportunities.
Perhaps he would even have Grace ask Tony if he'd like to take her out for dinner after work. Tony wasn’t
married, and while he fantasized about women, he rarely if ever, goes out with any, as they all reject his requests.
With an office hottie like Grace asking him if he'd like to go out, it would be his opportunity of a lifetime. It
would be fun to have Grace invite Tony going back into her hotel room with him and get him into her bed. He
would instruct her to seduce Tony by asking him to lick her cunt. She would allow him to do whatever he wanted
sexually with her. To encourage the right things to happen, Royston would relieve her of her panties and bra
before she went out on the date with Tony. Royston smiled, thinking of the possibilities.
Grace bent down and retrieved the stack of mail from the bin, wobbling on her high heels. A smart looking
business suit was delivered to her hotel room that morning. The skirt was short as usual. There were panties, but
wearing it made her feel more naked then if she wasn’t wearing one. No wonder the bellboy Steve who delivered
the clothes to her had such a wide grin on his face. When she answered the door in her see-through black nightie,
she already noticed the hardon in his pants.
Letting him into her room, he had quickly showed her the folded panties in a paper bag, and asked for a handjob
as his condition for handing the undergarment over. She had readily agreed, not realizing it was a pair of
crotchless panties. With her fist wrapped around his erect tool, she had worked it in a fast, blurry motion, ending
very quickly with Steve spilling his morning seed around her closed fingers. Satiated, he had handed over the bag,
obviously enjoying the shock on her face when she realized that her bare pussy showed through the gap where
the crotch panel of the panties should have been ! Still, she had no choice but to wear it. Not wearing the clothes
she was given to wear would result in repercussions, as stated clearly in her contract she signed with Royston.
As Grace slotted the first of the many letters into the mailboxes, she felt very conscious of her micro skirt which
had an annoying tendency to ride up her thighs. The fact that her pussy was feeling the cold air reminded her
that her panties did not cover her pussy at all. To make things worse, Tony was also slotting letters into mailboxes
at the same time. There wasn’t that much space between the mailboxes and the wall behind – only about an arm’s
length. Last week when she here, the same thing happened – Tony was also busy slotting stuff into mailboxes. He
would constantly move behind her to get to the mailboxes on the other side – as he did so, he would brush
against her bum due to the narrow space. After the first few times it happened where it seemed almost accidental,
it had gotten to a point that he was practically rubbing himself on her each time he passed behind her. Grace
could not say anything for she wasn’t sure if Tony was in on her blackmail and did not want to risk pissing off
either Tony or Royston.
Grace continued slotting her letters mechanically, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being in the
vicinity of this creepy man. Her mind wandered to the events of last night, when her last photography pose
involved a choice. For the final set of pictures, she would be suspended from the ceiling by an array of ropes, and
she was told she could choose between having a large dildo in her mouth OR a real cock in her mouth. After the
long photography session which saw her being chained, bound, gagged, and masturbated against her will, it was
certainly a choice which she did not think through, and instinctively answered from sheer exhaustion.
Tony pretended to be busy in the small mailroom. He was secretly checking out the goddess in his domain. Why
was she here again? She had been here so often. She always gave the excuse that Royston asked her to work in the
mailroom. Is she trying to flirt with him? Tony felt his cock growing hard under his jeans as he stared at her bare
legs and thrust out butt on those impossibly high heels that emphasized her taut calves.
He remembered the titillating pictures he had seen of her. The goddess on her knees. Wearing a bathing suit so
tiny there was almost nothing left to reveal. She was a trollop, whoring her body to clients no doubt, so that they
might give business to her. His cock pushed against the front of his jeans, recalling vividly the photograph of her
topless with her wrists tied to a rope from the ceiling. She did it for the money, he told himself. The whore.
The gangly thin man thrusted a flyer into a mailbox, but it did not quite go where it was intended. The aim was
off since he was trying to look down the front of Grace’s blouse from the corner of his eyes. The flyer dropped to
the floor. Tony squatted down to pick it up. Before his hand touched the flyer on the floor, his eyes had already
left the flyer, and were looking up Grace’s skirt.
His heart jumped into his mouth when he saw her furry snatch nestled between those ivory white thighs.
Instantly, his cock hardened to a painful erection, so hard that it felt like it was going to burst through the denim
material. Fuck, that’s Miss Grace’s twat he was looking at! The hot little twat whose musky scent he had smelled
on the vibrator he had found in her desk drawer. The slut.
Finally, his lust for her had overcome his inhibitions, and Tony found himself reaching for Grace’s pert ass.
Grace was slotting another letter, oblivious to the effect she was causing on Tony, and unaware that he was
looking up her skirt for the last half minute. Suddenly Grace felt a hand between her inner thighs, cupping her
sex. Grace squealed in shock as she felt Tony’s body behind her, contacting her back and ass. His hand was
caressing her naked pussy, his fingers feeling her cunt lips !
“I – I – can’t stand it anymore Miss Grace! It is too much for you to tempt me like that!!” proclaimed the mailroom
clerk, as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Grace screamed as he grabbed her with his free arm, and his
other hand struggled to free his rock-hard erection, barely inches away from the sweet home that was her hot
naked snatch. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into the cute little cunt that had been paraded so shamelessly in
front of him, barely covered by the slutty excuse for a suit.
Royston was watching on his screen in amusement. He had engineered this with Nakamori, but it was going
faster than he thought it would.
Nakamori had wanted for Grace to tease the hell out of the guy that in the end she had to submit to his lust on her
own without Royston explicitly instructing her to. He believed Grace could be trained to not say no to men who
made sexual advances to her, a true mark of a submissive slut. Well the plan for Grace to seduce Tony was
defunct now that it looks like Tony had made the first move.
Grace struggled as Tony trapped her from behind with one arm around her small waist. Being of a small frame,
she was easily pushed against the wall by him. On those heels that kept her out of balance, she could not push
back against the lanky man. While Tony was not really a muscular guy, the lust in his loins made him strong
enough to overpower the petite Grace.
“Why – why you fighting m-me Miss Grace! I know your c-cunt wants it. I know your smell- your cunt j-juice
smell. This is wh-what you want, yes?” the crazed man said, spreading her legs forcibly behind her as he pushed
her against the wall in that narrow space. Grace felt a sickening sensation that simultaneously struck a deep chord
of terror in her – how she was standing was a similar position to when she was raped in the office by Mr Shih, her
supervisor that she once respected.
Grace glimpsed Tony’s unsheathed erection jutting out from the open fly of his jeans, and cried out in terror, “No,
Not in the habit of wearing underwear, the gangly clerk only had to unzip his jeans to access his tool, all ready to
enter Miss Grace’s hot slot.
After all that constant teasing from Grace retrieving files in his library, wearing the slutty short skirts, tight
figure-hugging blouses, and showing off her leg and ass, Tony could bear it no longer – he was going to fuck sexy
Grace, even if they were both standing in that cramped space in the mailroom. Clearly this was what she wanted,
even if she was pretending to resist now. She had obviously come to his mailroom showing her bare pussy to him
knowing he would be looking up her skirt!
With a loud tearing sound, his hands under her blouse ripped off her bra. Grace thrashed about wildly, but it did
not help. Tony grabbed her breasts from behind, pulling her towards him hard, his erect cock homing in on her
Losing her balance, Grace fell a step back. “Owww!!” cried Tony, as her high heel dug into his left shoe, causing
an excruciating pain to shoot through his foot. The momentary distraction was sufficient to enable Grace to twist
free of his hold, and she took off as quickly as she could.
Moments later, Grace was hyperventilating in the elevator, her hair somewhat disheveled.
Then it all came back to her. The enormous stress of her near rape by Tony had unblocked the memory that she
had tried to erase about last night’s photography shoot. It came back in flashes, like puddles being disturbed by
the first falling drops of a thunderstorm.
After Nakamori put her in the hanging blowjob position, a question was posed to her. Royston asked if she
preferred to have a dildo in her mouth or her Owner’s cock. She chose the dildo. Nakamori and Royston left
shortly, leaving Joe to continue taking the pictures of her with the dildo in her mouth. The ropes contorted her
body in an impossible triangle – body facing the floor, tits pointing down, her arms and legs trussed up behind
her to meet at the apex of the triangle.
“You should have begged your Owner to put his cock in your mouth when were offered that opportunity,
Grace.” Joe told her. He pulled out the dildo from her mouth, looking at her saliva which coated it and dripped to
Joe walked out of Grace’s line of sight. She had taken a sharp intake of breath when moments later she felt a
momentary pain – from Joe jamming the dildo into her naked pussy. Because her pussy was already lubricated, it
slid easily in. As she learnt later, in the position she was in, a sub would be helpless to move, while the bondage
artist had free access to her mouth and pussy from the front and back.
Grace’s arms and legs were numb from the awkward position she was in. Joe continued talking while he snapped
more pictures of her immobilized body. She could not recall what he said.
After what seemed forever, she had felt the dildo being withdrawn from her full pussy. Then another sensation.
Something else warm filled her, replacing the dildo in her cunt. It was Joe’s cock.
He fucked her pussy, with slow deliberate thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re tight!” he grunted, slamming into her. She heard her own futile cries as she was fucked mercilessly.
Grace’s tears ran down her face in the elevator now, as it did last night when she realized she was being raped.
After allowing her to scream for her first fuck by him last night, Joe had stuffed the dildo back in her mouth and
taped it with duct-tape, before he raped her again.
“Thought you escaped old Joe last time EH? “ he said. His cock pounded into her defenseless pussy, eliciting
muffled noises from her taped mouth. “Well, Nat is NOT AROUND to save your ass this time, BITCH. Fuck, your
tiny cunt feels SO hot!”
“UMMFFF..” Her body jerked with the force of the thrust.
As Joe humped her from behind, she could only see their shadows moving on the floor.
“UUMMMFF…” her muffled cry was barely audible. With each violent thrust against her small frame, Grace
cried out from behind her dildo-gag.
“UHHMMF…. UMMMFF…” Again and again he thrusted in and out of her.
“You enjoyed yourself didn’t you, when Natasha punished you? Shit, that was no punishment!” he said, pausing
to get a better grip on her hips.
“How do you like it now when Uncle Joe punishes you EH?” He slammed into her hole to make his point, his
hand pulling her hair at the back of her head toward him to ensure he fucked her deep and hard.
“UHMMMFF..” Grace moaned. Unable to fight back, Grace could only sob as her rapist continued assaulting her
Occasionally he would pause to talk to her, and grind his hips against her pelvis while fully impaling her on his
“You looked so fuckalicious just now with the semen splashed all over you. You fucking whore, begging for
blowjobs on the street, ” he reached out and grabbed a tit, tugging on her erect nipple mercilessly. “Begging
random men to donate fresh hot sperm to you. I bet you were turned on by it, little whore. You’re born to be a
whore, I can tell.”
“You enjoyed yourself so much sucking cock that you were late… fifteen minutes, Grace… This.. is your..
punish..ment!” Joe uttered, as his pounding strokes increased in urgency. “You want Uncle Joe to visit your hotel
room every night to feed you semen? A daily diet of fresh spunk, yes?” He paused again, and pulled her head
back, tearing off the duct tape and pulling out the dildo from her mouth in a swift motion.
“Long OVERDUE lesson… if you ask.. me!” said Joe. His pelvic thrust sank his shaft deep and hard into Grace’s
unprotected cunt, with his hands squeezing her blood-engorged breasts in tandem. The noise she made was part
squeal and part moan, music to his ears. He was enjoying every moment in treating Grace as a fuck puppet, using
his heavy body to hammer her petite frame, watching himself defile her young supple body. The fact that she
was all tied up, helpless, and her flexible body contorted by the ropes into the obscene position, her holes
available to him, increased his excitement.
“BITCH you have the.. TIGHTEST, hottest snatch …I ever fucked … – Ahhh, Joe’s going to cum in you NOW.. are
“Nooooooo, please don’t cum in me!” cried Grace.
“PUSSY or MOUTH, BITCH !” Joe gave a final thrust and a loud groan.
Grace could not bear the thought of her rapist ejaculating in her pussy, so she spat out the answer - the disgusting
answer that sickened her to the pit of her stomach, “M-mouth Sir.. my mouth!”
Joe of course, obliged. “YYYYYESSSSSS – OH YES… YOU NASTY CUM WHORE…” he moaned, his fist working
furiously to deposit his cum-load of steaming semen into her grateful mouth. “Ohh, Joe has given you what you
asked for. Swallow it all baby.. yes… swallow it all…”
Grace did so, her throat accepting the hot sticky spunk of yet another man, blinking her tears away.
“OHHH…” Joe’s body shivered in pleasure as his last spasm forced the last few droplets of cum out onto Grace’s
tongue. “Lick me clean, bitch… yes…”
Joe finally released her from her bonds, let her down and gave her clothes back. Grace was silent, cognizant of the
smell and taste of his cum in her mouth. When she had dressed herself, she asked, without looking into his eye,
“Does Royston know?”
“He has this for you.” Joe said, putting a blue bead into her hand, laughing. “Does that answer your question?”
As the vile memory of her rape by Joe came crashing down on her, Grace found that her legs could no longer
support her weight anymore. She sank down to the floor of the elevator, sobbing uncontrollably.
Not only did she ask her rapist to come in her mouth, Royston also allowed Joe to do this. How could he? Of
course he could! She was just a slut.. to be used by men! She deserved to be raped. No it isn’t rape when she
asked for it. Her mouth was public property. Her pussy was the private property of her Owner. How about
Tony? She was nearly raped by him too. Did Nakamori give him permission to use her pussy? She was just
fifteen minutes late, how could they do this to her? It isn’t rape because she agreed to be their slave, to do
everything they asked. She was their whore. If she willingly had sex with everyone they wanted her to, there is no
rape. She was just a whore, a whore that would have sex with anyone. She would never be raped again then. Wait,
a whore gets paid. She was a slut, a slut who would have sex with anyone and anything. Sluts don’t need to be
paid, sluts just get fucked.
Grace let out a scream in the elevator.