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"The guys with the rods held them up over our heads and made us stand still with our arms by our sides. Then the others felt our breasts. Three of them were around Anita at the start, with her hands all over her. They made her kiss each one of them as well, French kissing."

Jarrel seemed fascinated.

"So did one boy hold the rod tied to Anita's ear while all this was happening?"

"Yes. They took turns at holding it with the tip over her head and sometimes the boy holding it would lift it up a bit to make her stand on her tiptoes. They did that just for fun a few times, really enjoying having a counselor in a situation like that. Anita was wriggling like a landed fish, especially when they began a kind of game with one guy standing behind her holding her breasts steady while the other two boys sucked on her nipples through the wet fabric of her swim suit. After a while she was making the sort of noises that girls do when they trying to stop something happening that they don't really want stopped at all."

The agent's thumbs were kneading away ever more deeply into Elisabeth's soles as she was forced to open her soul to them.

"So what was happening to you while your friend was getting her assets handled?" Scott asked her.

"My swim suit was still wet as well and it was like I was wearing nothing. The boy who had me on the end of his line was laughing because he could see that I couldn't take my eyes off what was happening to Anita. He could see I was shaking like a jelly and my nipples were puckering up and it wasn't just because of the cold. He told me to get ready to show off my bare tits to everybody. Then he called out to the other guys that I was ready for some of the action. By that time Anita seemed like she was already halfway out of her mind. She was licking at one guy's ear and stroking all of them she could reach. It was like her being a counselor and the boys being a gang of thugs didn't matter at all to her anymore."

Jarrel sniggered. "You tell this well, Elisabeth. So how did you read the situation at that stage? How far did you think these guys were going to go? After all, they were younger than you and your friend, I guess."

"Yes, they were younger, but they were a bad bunch, a known gang. Football jocks, those kind of guys who thought they could do whatever they liked. All the counselors had had problems with them, and I knew that nothing would make that bunch happier than totally humiliating both of us. But unless somebody came to the boat shed it seemed they'd be able to do whatever they liked with us. As far as I could see it was down to how much the gang were willing to risk, and they seemed to be the kind that can get away with almost anything. What amazed me was how easily they'd gotten us in that kind of a situation."

"And Anita seemed to be liking what they were doing to her?"

Elisabeth nodded: "The guys certainly seemed to have a lot experience in handling girls. I could tell that before they'd even laid a finger on me."

Scott looked around and across the desk to the female agent: "Catherine, how does this match up with what's on the emails?"

"It's the same story, near enough. Except that she told her boyfriend in LA that having to stand and watch the gang feeling up her friend was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her in her life until then. She also said that when they came over and pulled the top of her swim suit down around her waist she nearly fainted while she was waiting for them to start mauling her tits for her."

Jarrel moved forward against her foot, until it was pressed against the groin of his pants. Elisabeth felt the sensitive skin of her sole rubbing against tightly stretched fabric and Jarrel's stiff cock on the other side of it.

"I'd like to have seen that myself," he said.

Jesus, now her other foot was somehow up against Scott's groin, and he was using it to deliver another tactile message from a male member with attitude. Surely it was impossible they were planning to lay her acrossWillard's desk and fuck her? Elisabeth didn't know, but it seemed for sure that they were expecting the full Monica from her. Two men, at the same time, with another woman taping her going down on them ... holy blowjobs, Batwoman!

"So would I," Scott agreed. "But since we missed out on the boatshed, how about we settle for a look at Elisabeth's tits here and now?"

Jarrel eased her foot up and down against his cock: "Yes, I'd like to watch Elisabeth shaking her bare tits around in front of us."

"No problem," Catherine said calmly. "Stand her up and I'll do the honors for you."

The two male agents replaced Elisabeth's feet back on the carpet, came alongside the sides of the chair, took an arm each and helped her up onto shaky legs. Catherine came around the desk, the camera held up in front of her, and then moved out of Elisabeth's sight behind her back.

Willard's horse faced wife looked disapprovingly at the scene from a large photo on top of the desk. Elisabeth had never seen the front of the photo stand before and wondered how Willard could feel that looking at a picture like that improved his day. Perhaps it made him feel better about being at work instead of at home. On the other hand Mrs. Willard was probably doing her dutiful domestic chores instead of having her hands firmly held as her blouse was pulled down to her wrists and her bra clips tugged apart. Now Catherine's fingernails were scratching against Elisabeth's skin as the bra shoulder straps were eased down.

"Here you are, guys," the female agent announced. "From public service to pubic service in one easy movement."

The straps continued dropping, down past Elisabeth's elbows, taking the bra cups with them. Her unsupported breasts tumbled out, each nipple screwed up tightly as if squinting against the sudden light falling on them.

"You were right, Jarrel. Nice boobs. Great to look at and hardly any sag at all."

Elisabeth was aware of Scott raising his hand, and then his fingers were slowly running across the top of her stomach, close enough to the bottom swell of her left breast for his thumb to brush against it.

"Good skin. Feels like a woman should. And her perfume is a knockout as well."

Well, it was nice to know that her investment in some expensive Estee Lauder hadn't been wasted. Scott's breath rustled against the nape of Elisabeth's neck, lips brushed against her shoulder so lightly she wasn't quite sure whether she was imagining their touch or not. But there was a definite kiss falling on her left ear.

"Is this the ear where those boys tied you to that fishing line?" Scott asked.

"Or was it on this one?" Jarrel wanted to know.

"Uh..."

Elisabeth gulped deeply as both her ears attracted the attention of tongues, and then of lips and nibbling teeth.

Scott's fingers gently rose up underneath her bared breast and cupped it as though he was lifting a piece of precious porcelain. An action matched by Jarrel's hand on the other side of her body. Since Elisabeth's wrists were still entangled in her blouse sleeves there was no way she could even try to fend the groping hands away. Which also saved her from an equally futile struggle with her conscience.

"Which one was it then?" Jarrel asked again. "Your left ear or your right one? On this side?" He gave a firm squeeze to the soft flesh he was holding

"Or this side?" Now it was Scott's turn to apply pressure to her. Elisabeth could hardly remember what she written in those fucking emails, her mind was in a whirl of complete confusion.

"My left ear -it was my left ear."

Catherine Haught's arm had come around from behind Elisabeth, her hand brushed against one of the exposed nipples, the left one, a set of sharp nails pinched sharply around it.

"This side? Are you sure, Elisabeth?"

"Yes! Please, don't touch me like that."

"Leave her alone, Catherine," Scott ordered. "You're happy to let two guys deal with your case, aren't you, Elisabeth?"

Somehow she was nodding her head as each of the men took a firm grip on one of her nipples. They scrunched them up slowly and carefully, as if crumbling Styrofoam cups between their strong fingers. Elisabeth looked down at what they were doing to her and spread her hands out against the folds of the fallen blouse. Stretched them out to where her feet had been rubbing against hard male flesh and found those places again. God, both cocks were fully locked and loaded, thrusting strongly against her palms. Looks like an early lunch break for you today, Elisabeth, she found herself thinking. Which meant that she must be going mad, but it seemed like the right day for it. And the right company as well. Because, without a word being spoken, Scott and Jarrel sat down on the desk again, side by side, and drew her towards them by hauling firmly on her tightly held breasts.

"Is this what that gang did to you?" Scott asked. Before filling his mouth with her nipple and a generous helping of soft flesh behind it.

"Or was it more like this?" Jarrel lightly bit her other nipple and held it between his teeth as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Aaah..."

Elisabeth moaned deep in her throat. She squirmed and stamped her feet on the carpet like a child in a tantrum, fighting to get her arms free from the folds of the blouse. The agents were hauling up her skirt around her waist in an untidy bundle. As soon as her panties were uncovered a hand slid between her legs. Whichever of them it belonged to, he was running a finger backwards and forwards on either side of her mound, in the creases between her outer lips and her inner thighs. Combined with the attention her breasts were receiving it was a kind of caress which could send a woman out of her mind with desire.

"Enjoying yourself, Ms Manning?" Catherine asked sarcastically. The agent's elbows were resting on the desk as she kept the camera firmly aimed at Elisabeth's face.

Bitterly ashamed of her own excitement, Elisabeth looked away, to her left and right, seeking something to keep her view averted from that small glass eye. But all she found to stare at was an FBI warning poster about how to deal with suspicious objects. For the first time Elisabeth began to have some sympathy for suspicious objects, now that she was one herself, and getting a increasingly thorough official investigation. But Catherine wanted to hear answers.

"So, Elisabeth, how did you feel in the boatshed while the boys were playing around with you? Did you get a cunt full of love juice, just like you're getting now?"

Elisabeth knew she had to answer.

"Yes, yes! They got me as hot as hell. They felt my butt all over and one put his tongue inside my mouth. Then they started blowing on my nipples and kissing them. Then they started playing with them in their hands and telling me how they had a lot of rubbers with them and how both of us girls were going to get fucked out of our minds."

"And what about Anita? How was she dealing with the boredom of being left out of the main action?"

Elisabeth knew that Catherine already knew the answer to that, but the female agent obviously wanted her male buddies to hear again what had been written in those all too revealing emails.

"The guy with her was holding his rod up alongside him with the end on the floor and Anita was down on her knees in front of him opening the zip of his jeans. And as soon as she'd gotten his cock out she held it with one hand and began giving him a blowjob. It wasn't like he was pulling on the line or anything to force her to do it, he was just standing there and laughing at this counselor sucking his cock without even being told to. Then he called out to one of the other boys, and the boy took a camera out of his pocket and took a picture of Anita with her mouth full of dick. Then they walked me over there as well and told me I was going to have to help Anita out."

"Do I have to guess what happened next?"

"No... God!"

Elisabeth felt as if her teats were about to explode inside Scott and Jarrel's mouths. Finally, they freed her hands from the blouse and she grabbed at both men's pants, fumbling at the fly zips until they opened.

"You did some cock sucking yourself, hey, Ms Manning?"

"Yes, yes. It was crazy, what those guys did. There was a small flat-bottomed boat made of aluminum, upside down on some stands. One of the boys stripped off and lay down on top of it, and we had to stand on either side of him. The guy holding my rod was next to Anita and the one with hers was next to me. Then another came back with a canoe paddle. The big guy who was the leader said that the guy on the boat would call out our name and then tell us to rim him, or lick his balls, or take as much of his prick in our mouth as we could. And if either of us didn't do a good enough job the guy holding our rod would bend us over the boat and we'd get the canoe paddle slapped on our ass until we learnt to liven up."

Catherine giggled: "So did you get paddled, Elisabeth?"

"Yes, yes. The guy on the boat, the first one, he wanted to come in my throat, and he said I wasn't swallowing enough of his cock, but it was so big. So they used the paddle on me, and then on Anita, and told her to hold my head down by holding my ears while I was face fucked. And I nearly suffocated before he blew off into my throat. Then they made Anita lick some of the cum off my lips while the next boy was lying down on the boat. Jesus... will you guys get started on me, please! "

Elisabeth had her fingers around Scott and Jarrel's cocks now, pumping away strongly as is they needed to be wound up like clockwork before they could function. Scott removed his lips from the slippery patch of saliva coated skin around her aching nipple, then gave it a final quick bite before issuing his orders.

"Bring her round the front, Jarrel. Get the chair around there as well, Catherine."

Elisabeth didn't know what Scott had in mind, but she soon began to realize as he put the chair in the middle of the office and then tilted the back of over as far as it would go, to about forty five degrees.

"Keep telling us about your boating adventures, Elisabeth," Catherine demanded.

"It went on for what seemed like ever, with us giving them blow jobs. They pulled off our swimsuits and their fingers were up our cunts all the time we were bent over. We had to keep wriggling our bare asses for the rest of the gang to watch and if you didn't have your mouth full you had to keep begging them to fuck you. If you didn't shout out loudly or often enough you got a tap from the paddle as a reminder.

"Then the boys put Anita down on top of the boat on her back, and then they made me stand at the other end. Then they lifted up her legs and told me to hold onto her ankles while they lined up to fuck her. She was staring up at me between her knees with her eyes rolled back and squealing away like a puppy being trodden on. And every time a new boy began pumping her the camera flash went off again."

Elisabeth was finding it harder and harder to keep her story anything like coherent as Scott finished his preparations. He took his own jacket and Jarrel's, folded them and put them on the top of the seat backrest. Then he put his tie underneath one armrest and Jarrel's red silk tie underneath the other one.

"OK, Elisabeth, time for some intensive interrogation techniques."

She was moved forward, against the seat, the tops of her thighs against the folded jackets. She gasped as the men forcibly bent her forward, so far forward that she had to press her palms down against the edge of the seat itself to support her weight. The pain on her lower stomach would have been intolerable without the cushioning effect of the two jackets. Then she felt the ties being drawn around the back of each of her knees and tightly knotted.

"Oh God!"

She was a prisoner, her legs secured on either side of the chair, her feet on tiptoe, the upper part of her body bent forward and down, with her butt stuck out behind her as though on display. Which it was, and even more so as her skirt slid down her inclined back until the hem was hanging around her shoulder blades, her blouse underneath it. Elisabeth's hands squeezed against the polished leather below her hands as exploring fingers moved up between her pinioned thighs. Air blew out between her lips like steam from a boiling kettle.

"Isn't this how you wanted it. Ms Nice Lady?" Scott demanded. "You told your boy friend you got it doggy style in that gang bang. So tell us about it."

"God ... God! The guys took me to the other end of the boat. Then one of them told me to kneel on top of the boat support. It was like a plank with a rubber mat on top of it to stop the boat getting damaged, so I could put my weight on my knees without it hurting too much. But I had to put them down on either side of the boat, with Anita's legs underneath me, and then they bent me forward so I was showing them absolutely everything.

That wasn't all though, because my face was so close to Anita, we were looking in each other's eyes, and our tits were piled up against each other. And then the jerks tied the fishing lines to both our earrings so we couldn't move our faces away from each other. The bastards... they lifted up Anita's legs against mine, and they put a belt around our knees on one side and tightened it, then they did the same on the other side, so we couldn't move our legs either. And while we were in that position I got my first show and tell fuck from some boy I couldn't even see while Anita screaming in my face because the other guys were fingering our clits at the same time."

Elisabeth tried to catch her breath. Only to have it snatched out of her lungs as two pairs of hands began pulling down her pantyhose, their strength overcoming the increasing tightness of the material as it forced over her opened thighs until the waistband was cutting into the very bottom of the curve of her buttocks. Cool air flowed around the exposed wet patch in her briefs, but only for a second as the fingers returned to the promised land.

"Oooh..."

"Don't worry, Elisabeth, Scott's getting his clothes off now. You keep talking and I'll get you ready for him. You want that, don't you? You want a really good fucking for the camera, hey? So keep us interested. Keep talking about how you counseled those guys in the boat shed."

"Jesus, Jesus, the next one put his cock into Anita's cunt, then into mine, and then right up my ass!"

Elisabeth jerked against her restraints like a mare smelling a stud stallion as Jarrel dragged her panties down to the same level as her hose. A twanging sound sounded across the office as the over stretched waist elastic snapped and the panties were left hanging around the tops of Elisabeth's legs like windblown laundry. Catherine giggled and circled the scene, the camera at her face staying aimed at the chair all the time.

"Elisabeth, I've got to show this to some male friends of mine sometime," Christine cooed. "They are just so going to love watching you get fucked in that position. And aren't you loving it too, Ms nice lady?"

"Yes ... Oh, Sweet Lord!"

Jarrel pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, put his lips against them and gave her a Bronx cheer right up the butt. Then his tongue trailed a wet path down into her cunt, right onto the swollen lips spread out like budding rose petals covered with morning dew. The tongue ran around on them as if trying to decide on a place to finally settle, sending Elisabeth into a moaning fit of desire.

"Jeeeeesus... fuck me!"

She heard Catherine call out mockingly: "Come on up, Scott Heynig. You're wanted."

"OK, but put your hand over her mouth again or the whole building will hear her sounding off when I give it to her."

Elisabeth made no protest at Catherine's fingers covering her mouth: she concentrated on sucking in as much air as she could between them while she had the chance. Jarrel's tongue finally touched her clitoris, his fingers stroked the backs of her tied legs and the chair rocked and creaked underneath her weight as Elisabeth convulsed again.

"Hold on, sweetie, Scott is just putting the rubber gift wrapping on your government issue work bonus," Catherine cooed. "Now, I'm going to take my hand away far enough for you to tell us how many times you got reamed out in that boat shed."

"Ah ... I don't know. They all had me, one way and another, and Anita as well. Then they told us that when we went home on the bus on the last night of camp we had to be wearing stocking and high heels and no panties. They said they were going to put us together on the back seat and we were going to have our heels hanging over the top of the seat in front all the trip home. They said every boy riding on the bus was going to have a ride on us as well ... God! God!"

Catherine's fingers pressed against Elisabeth's lips again, cutting off her rising voice. "I don't know exactly what you're doing back there, Jarrel," the girl said, "But it seems to have Ms Manning interested. OK, guys, let's see the bulls start charging."

Jarrel's tongue left Elisabeth's rigid clitoris, the wetness of his saliva mixed with her own juices. His fingers were no longer stroking behind her knees, she was being left to melt in her own fires. Until another, rougher hand patted her left ass cheek and squeezed it like a rider reassuring a nervous horse. At almost the same moment something hard and incredibly smooth nestled in between her cunt lips, parted them, and then entered all the way into her, boldly going into places she could have sworn no man had reached before. Oh, God, Scott, you fit into me like nobody else ever has!

"What's she like?" Jarrel asked.

"She's good and tight. I think she needs a lot more fucking than she's been getting. Christ, be careful of your fingers, Catherine. The noise she's making, she might bite them off."

"Ms Manning won't dare bite me," Catherine answered. "Not unless she wants to lose some teeth. Give her a few more deep ones and see if she'll shake her tits for us."

Scott's hands clamped around Elisabeth's waist, he lunged forward hard enough to make her hands almost slip off the chair and her hanging breasts swayed around like balloons in a breeze. From behind her Elisabeth could hear her cunt squelching and popping as Scott's body slammed into her buttocks with grunts of effort. Christine used her free hand to tug on Elisabeth's ear.

"It's a pity you can't see what you look like right now, Elisabeth, ass up and panties down, but don't worry, I'll make sure you get a complimentary copy of the tape. In fact I'll make sure you sit down and watch every second of it."

"Hey, how about me," Elisabeth heard Jarrel call out. "Don't I get a turn?"

"We'll let Elisabeth choose," Scott said. "Watch this."

His cock was taken out of her cunt and he moved the chair around a quarter turn. Now only Catherine was touching her with her hand over her mouth, and even that was removed. Elisabeth was left panting on top of the chair, aroused, untouched and almost weeping in frustration.

"Please, guys, please ... I need more!"

"No problem." It was Scott's voice. "Your feet are touching the carpet. You can swivel around to your right or left. Go left and Jarrel will shaft you, come right and I'll give you some more. Which do you want?"

Catherine laughed and leaned her head towards Elisabeth's, to whisper in her ear. "Don't quote me on this, Elisabeth, but Jarrel has a bigger dick than Scott's. I'd go for a ride with him if I were you."

Elisabeth dug her toes into the carpet and the chair creaked like an ungreased windmill in a fading wind as she struggled to turn it to her left. Around her the agents laughed as Ms Elisabeth Mary Manning fought to swing her naked ass around inch by inch, a government bureaucrat no longer caring about her situation or shame, all her emotions stifled by an overwhelming desire to have a man mount her again.

Jarrel called out to encourage her: "Twenty degrees left to go, Elisabeth ... ten degrees to go ... five degrees, almost there. All stop, down anchor And here comes the torpedo."

Catherine's hand clamped down over Elisabeth's lips again just in time to stop her first squeals of gratified pleasure from echoing around the office. Then they parted to allow a thick fleshy plug to be inserted in Elisabeth's mouth. Catherine giggled and Scott muttered in encouragement as Elisabeth sucked on his cock in total surrender to his demands.

Jarrel laughed out loud and gave her a thrust from behind with a prick so long and powerful it seemed like it had come off a NASA launch pad. Elisabeth almost choked on Scott's dick and felt as if her ears were about to pop. Then Jarrel's fingers rubbed against her clit and she exploded as if he'd pulled a pin from a grenade. Elisabeth thought she was dying. Until her eyes opened again to see and feel her nose rubbing against the blonde hairs of a man's pubic patch. They were tickling her nostrils and if she sneezed now she would certainly die, of suffocation. But, God, she was alive and living in a fever of excitement as two men pleasured themselves on her trapped body any way they wanted to.

Catherine's fingers tugged hard on Elisabeth's ear: "Be a good girl for us, Ms Manning, and there'll be plenty more of this. For starters, you're going to email some pictures to Abbas Sarak showing how you got tied down across a chair in your office by a couple of guys who used you like a total slut. Then you're going to tell him you're visiting LA and ask him to get a few friends together to meet you. I guess he'll oblige. And after his raghead gang have finished fucking you every which way you'll tell them where you work and what your husband does. If they get interested in any of that then we'll be interested: understand?"

Elisabeth body was already building up for another climax. As she realized what she was going to have to do for Catherine the orgasm racked her body, stiffening every muscle like a lightning strike as her ravishers emptied themselves into her with shuddering gasps of triumph.

"Oh well done, Elisabeth," Catherine chuckled. "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask instead how many men you can do for your country."

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