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n high regard and admired him. Surely she felt so, however judging from how her feelings ran deep, one would've described her feeling as lust. And surely lust it was, as the truth was evident on how she acted while around him. Maybe he didn

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e that went there, was either looking for something or running from something. Susan happened to be the latter. Fired from her work place because of some alleged 'misconduct', really put her spirits down. She

was the only thing she knew. After she was done with College, working in that accursed office was all she did. A small desk, an old and fat Boss; who eyed her with animal lust and some creepy colleagues, were all she spent her time with for the last t

inquire about the colour of the panties she was wearing. Was that even legal? Susan was pretty sure it was sexual harassment however, judging by how the Boss was also disgustingly perverted, she knew the case would go nowhere. She kep

if not for that one fateful day. It was one typical evening after a long, hectic day. The sun was setting in the horizon, some orange rays dappled against the large office windows. Susan stood up, and was walking toward the Old fart's office when she glanced at the windows

the issue with the Old fart but as expected, he rejected her proposal because of 'unavoidable reasons', as he put it. Thus she was stuck everyday, with the Old perverted fart for company, writing the damn report. It was clear he had an ulterior motive for keepi

he sunset again? I'm not pay

Before she even knew what was happening, the door shut behind her. Susan turned to look and that was when it dawned on her, the bloody geezer had hidden behind the door when she walked in. It was an old trick and it had got her good. She knew the geezer was

he key inside his pants confirmed her fear. Mayhap, rape was on the menu after all. Oh no! She had to get the hell out of there, that she knew. Not in her wildest dreams, she dreamt it would come to that. Susan t

r to the wall. The man was humongous and strong, Susan's petite physique was nothing against his sexually excited body. She began punching and screaming but, that did nothing other than excite the brute more. The Ol

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ed the dirt mixing with her saliva. Susan couldn't take it anymore. His fingers had covered her whole mouth and breathing had also become a problem. Her eyes began enlarging and they threatened to pop out of her sockets. S

ilthy that she let the saliva flow freely, without a care in the world. He was going to rape her anyway, and she was probably going to kill herself after the ordeal. That being the case, what was some saliva? Susan couldn't fathom what had become of her. Was that

r plans came crushing down. The Old fart had a wide grin on his face when she looked up and saw his face. It really creeped her out but also not hearing him say a single word since he began the heinous act, was also scary as a matter of fact. The Old fart then shifted his concentration to her body. Starting with her busty bosom which st

rely did a number on her personality. Susan grew to believe that, people were only nice to her when and if they wanted something. And everyone would leave her eventually. The world in her view, was a cold place to be. Thus, she abstained from any meaningful relationships and

planted a kick in-between his legs. And as expected, it worked. Susan had hit him with all her might that, her foot began aching when she was done. The Old fart sprawled all over his small office floor, his hands between his legs as he writhed in pain. An old

couldn't bring herself to fathom why the recent events had happened. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the recent events. However tried as she might, her eyes burned with tears of frustration, as her brain ran

still fresh i her mind. Susan thought of reporting the incident to the police how

d that a whole week had passed! Susan hadn't gone out during all that time, nor had she eaten anything, let alone get up from bed. She cried day and night when that morning, the crying stopped. Then she woke up. All the

er fridge. She found some junk food and salvaged it. After eating, she passed out on the kitchen floor. She awoke and found herse

She heldforth, swinging her two mid

aily reporting sessions. Susan went back home and began packing everything. It was tim