Kenna’s weekend was a complex mix of emotions, still reeling from the traumatic experience with Mr. Smith. The physical discomfort had begun to subside by Saturday afternoon, but the mental toll lingered. In an attempt to find solace, she used the money given to her to purchase a Walkman and the latest Olivia Newton-John album, something she had desired but couldn’t previously afford. A night out with friends at a club provided a temporary distraction, as she generously bought drinks for everyone, though she kept the events with Mr. Smith to herself. This act of spending the money, in a way, helped her regain a sense of control and empowerment, albeit fleeting, as she navigated the aftermath of the assault.
Kenna was told by Todd about a hidden gem at the office, a small complimentary gym for staff. As someone who had always been passionate about working out, but could not afford the luxury of a gym membership, this was a welcome revelation. She decided to rise early and make the most of this perk, squeezing in a morning workout before the day’s responsibilities began. As she changed into her workout attire, tight shorts, a crisp white top, and knee socks, she felt a surge of confidence, knowing she looked good, even if there was no one around to appreciate it. The gym told a different story. The equipment was neglected, and it was clear that it did not get much use. Kenna suspected that many of her colleagues opted for private gym memberships instead, a luxury she hoped to one day afford. For now, she was grateful for this small privilege, and she threw herself into her workout, the endorphins and exertion a perfect way to clear her mind and prepare for the day ahead.
As Kenna completed a set of arm exercises, the energetic beat of Olivia Newton-John’s Physical pulsating through her Walkman, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. Lost in the intensity of her workout, she had been oblivious to the arrival of another gym-goer. Her gaze drifted towards the newcomer, and she was immediately struck by his chiseled features and athletic build. His short brown hair was neatly styled, and his trimmed beard added a touch of rugged sophistication. His physique was truly impressive, with a tight t-shirt and shorts that showcased a remarkably toned body, reminiscent of a competitive athlete. As their eyes met, Kenna felt a flush rise to her cheeks, realizing she might have been staring. She quickly turned away, attempting to compose herself, but her curiosity had been piqued.
As Kenna pondered her next exercise, the mysterious man appeared beside her, his sudden presence making her jump. He flashed a friendly smile and waved, prompting her to remove her headset. “Hi there, you must be new here,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming. “I’ve never seen you around, and I’m here most days. My name is Ryan, I’m the Associate VP of Marketing at S&A.” He extended his hand, and Kenna, still feeling a bit startled, shook it firmly. “Hi,” she replied, her voice a little breathless. “I’m Kenna, I just started last week as an intern here.” Ryan’s handshake was firm, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, putting Kenna at ease.
As they chatted, Kenna found herself struggling to maintain a professional demeanor, her attraction to Ryan growing with every passing minute. She couldn’t help but fiddle with her hair and flash him bright, inviting smiles. “You seem to really be in your element when you’re working out,” she said, her voice laced with admiration. “Maybe you could share some tips with me sometime?” She asked, her eyes locking onto his, hoping to spark a future encounter. Ryan’s face lit up with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’d be happy to help out a fellow S&A team member or anyone who shares my passion for exercise,” he replied, his tone friendly and approachable. “It was great meeting you, Kenna. I’ll let you get back to your routine,” he said, waving goodbye and flashing her one last, dazzling smile before turning to leave.
As Kenna finished her workout, she couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at Ryan, who was still pushing himself to his limits on the exercise equipment. Finally, she decided it was time to call it a day and head to the changeroom to freshen up. The hot water of the shower was a welcome relief, and she stood under the stream, feeling it wash away the sweat and tension of her workout. She hummed along to the tune of Physical, still stuck in her head, as she lathered up and rinsed off. With her eyes closed, letting the water cascade down her face, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine as a cold draft swept into the shower area, accompanied by the sound of the shower door creaking open.
“Hi there.”
Ryan stood outside the shower, completely naked, staring at Kenna. She was in complete shock. “What…What are you doing”, she shouted, trying to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands. As casually as if at work, Ryan stepped into the shower with her, closing the door behind him, forcing her to step back until her back was against the wall. Kenna’s eyes were wide with fear and surprise as Ryan’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression calm and collected, a stark contrast to the chaos that was unfolding.
Kenna’s voice rose to a furious shout as she demanded he leave. “Can’t you see I’m in here? Get out!” she yelled, her anger and humiliation palpable. Ryan’s response was a low, smooth drawl, his words sending a shiver down her spine. “Calm down Kenna,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “I just wanted to see that body of yours. You looked fantastic working out. I couldn’t keep my eyes off that hot ass of yours when you were doing those squats,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her with an unapologetic intensity. He reached over and turned down the shower until it was a slow trickle.
Kenna’s face turned bright red with anger and embarrassment. “Are you insane? This is my shower, not some public display for you to gawk at me.” Ryan just chuckled and stepped closer to her, his eyes fixed on her body. “I’m just admiring the view, Kenna. You’re absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and husky. Kenna’s eyes widened in outrage as Ryan reached out to touch her. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, trying to squirm away from him.
“Look. I was going to come visit your office today anyways. Take advantage of the intern program, if you know what I mean. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from your coworkers. I wanted to get a taste of what they have been saying. Seeing you here, just let me have that fun earlier that I expected.” Ryan said, putting his hand on her arm and trying to push it down so he could see her breasts.
Kenna’s eyes blazed with fury as Ryan’s hand made contact with her skin. “Please don’t,” she spat, trying to shake off his grip. “This isn’t some twisted game where you get to take advantage of me just because I’m an intern. And as for what my coworkers have said, I’m sure it’s all been grossly exaggerated by your own perverse imagination.” She struggled to free her arm, but Ryan’s hold was firm. “Let me go,” she demanded, her voice rising.
Ryan’s smile grew wider as he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a menacing tone. “I think we both know where this is going. We both know what you need to do to stay as an intern here,” he said, his words laced with an unspoken threat. He pushed her arm down more forcefully now, and Kenna’s resistance began to fade, her arm dropping to her side as he leaned in closer. “Those are really nice,” he whispered, his eyes locked on her breasts as he reached up to gently squeeze one, then the other, his touch sending a shiver through her body. Kenna stood frozen, her eyes fixed on his, as she let him touch her, her body seemingly detached from her mind.
His other hand slid out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, sending a tremor through her body. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as he slowly shifted his hand towards her crotch, his fingers probing the edge of her hand, which still clutched at her most intimate place. He took her hand, his grip firm, and moved it aside, exposing her to his gaze. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he slid one finger along her pussy lips, stroking her up and down, the touch sending a jolt of sensation through her. Kenna felt a wave of helplessness wash over her, her mind reeling with the realization that this was happening, again, to her, and the work day had barely begun.
His fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, stroking her clit with a gentle yet insistent touch, sending shivers through her body. He slipped a finger inside her, but only barely, the penetration shallow and teasing, more a hint of what could come than any real attempt at intimacy. The touch was fleeting, a whispered promise of pleasure that vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving her feeling frustrated and vulnerable.
“Stroke my cock. I want you to play with me,” Ryan demanded, his voice low and husky with desire. Kenna’s mind was still reeling from the shock of his sudden advances, but her body seemed to be moving on autopilot. Growing impatient with her inaction, Ryan stopped fondling her breast and took her hand, wrapping it around his semi-erect penis. The warm, soft flesh felt strange in her palm, and she could feel it stirring to life as she tentatively began to stroke it. Ryan’s face lit up with a growing smile as he reached up to claim her mouth, his fingers closing around her chin like a vice. He leaned in, his lips crashing down on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with a bold intimacy that was at odds with the awkward, fumbling nature of their encounter. As they kissed, their hands continued to explore each other’s bodies, the mutual groping a jarring contrast to the romantic notion of a tender kiss.
Ryan’s hands fell away from her body, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock, now fully erect, stood upright, pointing accusingly at her. Kenna’s hand continued to move slowly, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her mind numb with the implications of what was happening. She wondered, with a growing sense of dread, what would come next. The answer didn’t take long to arrive. “I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick,” Ryan said, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Kenna’s hand froze, her grip on his cock loosening as she searched for a way to escape, a phrase to say that would make this all stop. Her eyes dropped to his erection, which seemed to be pulsing with anticipation, its tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum, as if mocking her hesitation.
Ryan’s hand closed around her shoulder, his fingers exerting a gentle yet firm pressure as he guided her down. In the cramped space of the shower, Kenna had to maneuver her body to accommodate his demands, shifting her weight and adjusting her position until she found herself at eye level with his cock. As she gazed up at him, she could not help but notice the meticulous grooming that had gone into his genital area. His dick, smaller than those of the other men who had taken advantage of her in the past week, was completely shaved clean, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the rough, unyielding nature of the act itself. Water droplets clung to his balls, and one particularly large bead detached itself, falling onto the tile floor with a tiny splash. Ryan’s hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers intertwining with her hair as he guided her towards his waiting cock. The thought flashed through her mind like a bitter mantra. Another day, another dick in her mouth, another reduction of her humanity to a mere orifice. With a sense of resignation, she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide into her, his hardness filling her as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. As she began to move up and down on his cock, she felt herself slipping into a familiar routine, a mechanical performance designed to please him, to bring him to climax as quickly as possible. Her hands moved of their own accord, one reaching up to play with his hairless balls, the other stroking the base of his cock, trying to will him towards a swift finish. And yet, even as she performed this intimate act, she felt a deep sense of disconnection, as if she were merely a hole, a receptacle for his desires, rather than a person with her own thoughts, feelings, and desires. The sensation was crushing, a reminder that, once again, she was being used, reduced to a mere object for the gratification of another.
Ryan’s grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her further up onto his cock, until only the head remained in her mouth, resting gently on her tongue. She thought he might be nearing climax, but he had given no sign of being ready to come. Without warning, he locked her head in place and thrust himself deep into her mouth, the length of his cock sliding down her throat until it reached the back of her throat. The sudden invasion caught her off guard, and she felt a brief, intense gag reflex as her body struggled to accommodate the intrusion. He pulled back out, once again leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth, before repeating the motion, pushing himself deep into her throat until she gagged again. This became the rhythm, a relentless cycle of pull out, push in, gag, pull out, repeat. Kenna had given up trying to please him, her actions now driven solely by a desire to endure the ordeal. She tried to push against his thighs, hoping to signal him to stop, but her efforts were half-hearted at best. Mostly, she simply accepted being used, her body a mere vessel for his desires, her mind numb and detached from the reality of her situation.
Ryan’s thrusts became more forceful, his cock driving deep into her mouth until she could feel his balls pressing against her chin, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the rough, unyielding nature of the act itself. Her nose was buried in the crease of his groin, the scent of his sweat and skin filling her nostrils as she struggled to breathe. The gagging continued, her body’s natural response to the invasion of her throat, but he showed no signs of relenting, keeping himself lodged deep within her.
As the seconds ticked by, Kenna’s discomfort turned to desperation. She started to hit his leg, her hands slapping against his thigh in a futile attempt to signal him to stop. It was a weak, pleading gesture, a silent cry for mercy that he seemed to ignore. Her mind was racing, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming urge to escape, to break free from the suffocating grip of his cock and gasp for air. But he held her fast, his grip on her hair unyielding as he continued to thrust into her mouth.
The lack of oxygen was starting to take its toll, her head spinning as she felt herself becoming lightheaded. She was trapped, unable to move or escape, her body forced to endure the brutal invasion of her mouth and throat. The gagging continued, her throat constricting as she struggled to accommodate the length of his cock, her eyes watering as she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. And still, he showed no signs of stopping, his movements relentless as he drove into her again and again, his cock pounding against the back of her throat like a piston. Kenna’s world had narrowed to a single, suffocating point, her existence reduced to the mere act of survival as she struggled to endure the ordeal.
The sudden release was like a reprieve from a death sentence, as Ryan pulled out of her mouth, letting go of her hair and allowing Kenna to gasp for air. She leaned back against the cold tile wall of the shower, the chill of the surface a stark contrast to the warmth of her own skin, flushed from the exertion and humiliation. The wall seemed to hold her up, a steady presence that kept her from collapsing as she struggled to catch her breath.
As she coughed, her eyes streamed with tears, the irritation from the gagging and the lack of oxygen finally catching up with her. Her throat felt raw and sore, her mouth dry and tasting of him. She looked up at Ryan, who stood over her, his cock still hard and unyielding, the tip of it hovering just inches from her face. The sight of it made her feel a wave of revulsion, her stomach churning with a mix of anger and disgust.
“You bastard…” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the coughing, the words tumbling out of her mouth like a curse. The phrase was a weak expression of the emotions that churned inside her, a potent mix of anger, resentment, and humiliation. She felt like she’d been used, like a plaything, a mere object for Ryan’s pleasure, and the knowledge of it burned inside her like a fire. As she looked up at him, she saw no sign of remorse, no hint of apology, just a calm, collected expression, as if he’d simply been taking a shower, and not violating her in the most intimate way possible.
“I want to fuck you now,” Ryan said, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he reached down and grasped her under the arms, lifting her off the ground with ease. Kenna felt a surge of panic as she was hauled upright, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to find her balance. “Wait…give me a minute…” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, but Ryan was unforgiving.
He reached down and grasped one of her legs, pulling it up so that she was standing on one foot, her body swaying precariously as she tried to adjust to the new position. She flailed out with her hands, desperate to steady herself, and finally managed to grab hold of the shower walls, her fingers pushing into the tile as she tried to anchor herself. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes pleading with him to stop, but he was unmoved.
“I need to catch my breath,” she whispered again, her voice cracking with desperation, but Ryan just smiled, a cold, hard smile that sent a shiver down her spine. And then, without warning, she felt the head of his cock probing between her pussy lips, searching for the entrance to her body. As soon as he was lined up, he pushed into her with a single, swift motion, filling her to the brim with his hard, throbbing cock.
Kenna felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as he buried himself inside her, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to stay upright. She was forced to wrap one of her arms around him, clinging to him desperately as she tried to avoid falling over, her body swaying wildly as he began to pound into her with quick, deliberate thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock driving into her with a relentless rhythm that left her gasping for breath, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. Ryan showed no signs of slowing down, his movements fierce and unyielding as he claimed her body with a fierce, primal intensity.
Kenna clung to Ryan with a desperation that bordered on panic, her arms wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His chest was pressed up against her sensitive breasts, the friction sending shivers of sensation through her body as he held her close, pinning her against the wall with a strength that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As he moved inside her, Because of the way they were standing, almost every thrust rubbed hard along her clit. His grunts and moans of pleasure were like a primal soundtrack, his hot breath whispering against her ear and sending shivers down her spine. The sound was intoxicating, a raw and animalistic expression of his desire that seemed to match the rhythm of his thrusts. Kenna felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body responding to the relentless pounding with a growing sense of arousal, despite her initial reluctance.
Ryan’s hands were like vice grips on her ass, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he used her for leverage, pulling her closer and closer with each thrust. The grip was painful, but it was also strangely exhilarating, as if he was claiming her as his own, marking her with his touch. As he continued to rapid fire fuck her, Kenna felt her body begin to respond, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.
The shower walls seemed to be spinning around her, as Ryan’s movements became more and more frenzied. Kenna’s breath was coming in short gasps, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal, as she felt herself being pulled towards a climax that seemed both inevitable and terrifying. She was no longer in control, her body responding to Ryan’s touch with a will of its own, as he drove her towards a release that would leave her shattered and breathless.
As Ryan’s relentless pounding continued, Kenna felt a familiar sensation building inside her, a spark of pleasure that quickly ignited into a raging fire. Despite her initial reluctance and the circumstances that had led her to this point, her body began to betray her, responding to the intense stimulation with a will of its own. The feeling of her orgasm grew in intensity, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her, until finally, she felt herself being swept away by a powerful and uncontrollable release.
As the orgasm took hold, Kenna’s body arched backwards, her muscles contracting in a series of intense spasms that left her breathless and trembling. She tried to stifle the sound that rose to her lips, but it was too late, and a low, throaty moan escaped, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. Her grip on Ryan’s body tightened, her fingers digging deep into his skin as she clung to him, her body shuddering with the force of her release.
As the waves of pleasure washed over her, Kenna felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation wash over her. She had tried to resist, to fight against the sensations that had been building inside her, but in the end, her body had betrayed her, succumbing to the intense stimulation and releasing in a climax that left her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She closed her eyes, trying to hide from the reality of her situation, but it was no use. She was aware of every detail, from the feel of Ryan’s body pressed up against hers, to the sound of the water dripping from the shower, to the knowledge that she had been raped by a man she barely knew. The shame and guilt that followed her orgasm were overwhelming, leaving her feeling broken and defeated.
As Kenna’s orgasm reached its peak, Ryan’s pace slowed, his thrusts becoming long and languid as he savored the moment, his eyes fixed on her face as she came apart in his arms. The sound of their bodies moving together echoed off the shower walls, a wet, squelching noise that seemed to underscore the intimacy of the moment. Ryan’s movements were now deliberate and slow, as if he was drawing out Kenna’s pleasure, milking it for all it was worth.
As he looked at her, a wide, triumphant grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and arousal. “You are a little horny slut, aren’t you,” he said, his voice low and husky, the words dripping with condescension and possessiveness. The statement was like a slap in the face, a cruel reminder of Kenna’s vulnerability and Ryan’s power over her. It was a comment designed to humiliate and degrade, to reduce her to a mere object of his desire, and it had the desired effect, adding to Kenna’s feelings of shame and humiliation. The grin on Ryan’s face seemed to grow even wider, as if he was feeding off her distress, his eyes glinting with a cruel light that made Kenna’s skin crawl.
The sudden cessation of movement took Kenna by surprise, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. She had expected Ryan to continue, to drive himself towards his own climax, but instead he pulled out and released her leg, letting it drop back down to the floor. Her muscles felt like jelly, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to stand upright. Kenna’s attention was focused on Ryan, her mind racing with uncertainty as she wondered what he would do next.
Ryan’s hands closed around her shoulders, his fingers wrapping around her like a vice as he turned her around to face the wall. She felt a jolt of fear as he gently pushed her up against the tiles, the cool surface pressing against her chest and face like a cold kiss. The sensation was disorienting, and Kenna’s mind struggled to keep up with the sudden change in events. What was happening? Why had Ryan stopped? And what did he plan to do next?
As she stood there, frozen with uncertainty, Ryan pressed his body against hers, his chest and stomach molding to her back like a warm, wet blanket. His mouth was next to her ear, his breath whispering against her skin like a gentle breeze. Kenna felt a shiver run down her spine as she waited, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She was trapped, pinned between Ryan’s body and the wall, with no escape and no way to anticipate what he would do next. The only sound was Ryan’s slow, measured breathing, which seemed to be the only thing holding her in place.
“I was talking to John this weekend.” Ryan whispered. Kenna immediately wondered, who John was? “He said he loved taking your ass on Friday. Now that he took his prize, I’m allowed to fuck your ass.” She then understood that John, was Mr. Smith. Probably Ryan’s boss. As the reality of the situation sank in, Kenna felt a wave of disgust and humiliation wash over her. These men, who had taken her by force and used her for their own pleasure, were now discussing her like a possession, a trophy to be shared and bragged about. The thought of being passed around, of being a plaything for their twisted desires, was unbearable. Fear began to take hold, its icy grip wrapping around her heart as she realized the true extent of her vulnerability.
As Ryan’s words hung in the air, Kenna’s body began to tremble with a mix of fear and revulsion. “Oh god, please don’t do that,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “It hurt so much. I couldn’t take it again.” She tried to pull away, to escape the prison of Ryan’s body, but he was relentless, his chest and stomach still pressed up against her, holding her in place. Kenna’s eyes were closed, her mind racing with the horror of what was happening, as she waited with bated breath for Ryan’s next move, her body frozen in terror.
Ryan’s body pulled away from hers, and for a moment, Kenna felt a glimmer of hope, a fleeting sense of reprieve. But it was short-lived, as the sound of squirting lube filled the air, and she realized that Ryan was preparing for what was to come. She didn’t know how the lube had ended up in the shower, but she knew it wasn’t a good sign. A low whimper escaped her lips as she waited, her body tense with anticipation, her mind racing with fear.
As Ryan pushed himself back against her, his chest pressed up against her back, Kenna felt his hands moving lower, his fingers probing and spreading her ass cheeks. She felt a surge of panic as the slippery head of his cock found its way to her opening, and she knew that she was running out of time. “Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am begging you.”
But her words fell on deaf ears, and Ryan’s cock pushed forward, the pressure building as it tried to enter her. Kenna felt a searing pain as the head of his cock pushed past her rectum, and she bit her lip, her fingers clawing at the wall as she tried to find something, anything, to hold onto. “Oh god, please, go slow,” she pleaded, her voice cracking with pain and fear, as Ryan’s cock continued to push deeper, the pain threatening to consume her.
As Ryan continued to push, his movements were agonizingly slow, making Kenna feel like she was being filled to the point of bursting, her body stretched to its limits. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt like she was losing herself, her identity consumed by the pain and the invasion. But as suddenly as it had begun, Ryan’s movement stopped, and he was fully inside her, his body pressed up against hers, his chest against her back.
For a moment, Ryan just held himself there, his hands roaming over Kenna’s naked body, his touch almost gentle, almost comforting. The pain began to recede, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to pulse through her entire body. Kenna’s mind was reeling, her thoughts a jumbled mix of fear, pain, and humiliation.
Ryan’s voice was low and husky, his words dripping with a sickening sense of pleasure. “Your ass is fantastic,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “It feels so tight around my dick. John was right.” Kenna’s groan was a mixture of pain and despair, a reminder that she had been passed around, shared between these men like a toy. The knowledge was a bitter pill to swallow, and it filled her with a sense of shame and degradation that she couldn’t shake.
As Ryan began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts, Kenna felt a mix of relief and humiliation. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the searing, overwhelming sensation it had been before. Instead, it was a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to echo through her entire body, a reminder of her vulnerability and powerlessness.
Ryan’s moans and groans filled the air, his hot breath whispering against her ear as he continued to use her. His hands roamed over her body, feeling her, exploring her, and claiming her as his own. The shower was once again filled with the sounds of sex, the wet, slurping noise of the lube and the sound of Ryan’s pleasure a stark reminder of her situation.
The slow, rhythmic thrusts seemed to draw out the humiliation, making Kenna feel like she was being used, like she was nothing more than a toy for Ryan’s pleasure. The sound of her own body, the wet, sloppy noises that accompanied each thrust, was a harsh reminder of her degradation, and she felt her face burn with shame and embarrassment. Despite the pain and the humiliation, Ryan seemed to be savoring the moment, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was determined to draw out her submission, to break her completely.
As Ryan continued to thrust into her, Kenna felt her body begin to adjust to the invasion, the pain slowly giving way to a dull, throbbing sensation. She was still aware of the humiliation, the feeling of being used and degraded, but it was no longer the only thing she was aware of. She could feel Ryan’s cock, hard and unyielding, as it slid in and out of her, the lube making it easier, but not eliminating the discomfort.
Ryan’s hands were still roaming over her body, feeling her, exploring her, and claiming her as his own. He seemed to be enjoying himself, his moans and groans growing louder, his thrusts becoming more insistent. Kenna felt like she was being pulled apart, her body stretched to its limits, as Ryan continued to use her.
As the minutes ticked by, Ryan’s pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming shorter, more intense. Kenna felt like she was being pounded, her body taking the brunt of Ryan’s desire. She was trapped, unable to move, unable to escape, as Ryan continued to use her, to take what he wanted from her.
Kenna could still hear Ryan’s moans, his groans, as he continued to fuck her. She felt like she was losing herself, her identity consumed by the pain, the humiliation, and the degradation. She was nothing more than a body, a vessel for Ryan’s pleasure, and she knew it.
As her mind struggled to keep up with the intense sensations, a new and unfamiliar feeling began to emerge. It started as a gentle hum in her pelvis, a building pressure that seemed to radiate outward from Ryan’s cock as he continued to thrust into her. The sensation in her anus still lingered, but it was no longer the sole focus of her attention. Instead, it felt like the pressure was expanding, enveloping her entire lower body in a warm, tingling glow. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensations.
As Ryan’s hands roamed freely over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her ass and stroking the gentle slope of her shoulder, she felt herself becoming increasingly lost in the sensation. It wasn’t until she felt his hands close around her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples, that she realized she had subtly shifted her position, pulling away from the wall and leaning back into him. She wasn’t even aware of making the movement, but somehow, she had surrendered to his touch, her body instinctively arching back to grant him greater access. The question echoed in her mind: Was she unconsciously seeking more of his caress, her body betraying her reservations as she melted into his embrace?
As the steady rhythm of Ryan’s thrusts continued to build in intensity, his hand slid down the contours of her belly, coming to rest on the soft mound of her pubic mound. His finger, still slick with lubricant, began to dance across her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. The moment his finger made contact, the pent-up pressure that had been building inside her reached a critical point, and she felt a sudden, explosive release. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before – a deep, throbbing pulse that seemed to emanate from the point where Ryan’s cock was buried in her ass, but which quickly spread to engulf her entire pelvis in a warm, golden light. The feeling was so intense, so all-consuming, that it left her breathless and trembling, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of the release.
“Oh…my…god…” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a barely coherent whisper, as she clung to the wall for support, her legs trembling beneath her. She was struggling to process what was happening, her mind reeling with the sensation that had just torn through her body. It felt like an orgasm, but it was different, somehow. The stimulation of her clit had been the trigger, but the sensation itself seemed to have originated from the intense pressure in her ass, where Ryan’s cock was still thrusting into her. As she stood there, frozen in confusion, Ryan continued to fuck her, his rhythm unchanged, even as she tried to make sense of the conflicting signals her body was sending. On one hand, she felt a deep, thrumming pleasure, a sense of release and relaxation that seemed to be spreading through her entire body. On the other hand, she was still being taken, still being penetrated, still being subjected to an act that should have been violent and traumatic. And yet, in this moment, her body seemed to be embracing it, seemed to be surrendering to the sensation, even as her mind struggled to reconcile the contradictions.
Ryan’s pace quickened, his long and deep thrusts becoming more urgent and frenzied as he drove into her with abandon. He released his gentle touch, instead grasping her hips with a firm, unyielding grip, his fingers digging into her skin as he fucked her with a singular focus on his own pleasure. Kenna’s gaze fell to the shower floor, her eyes glazing over as she succumbed to exhaustion, her body merely a vessel for Ryan’s desires. She was no longer an active participant, just a fragile, trembling thing, clinging to the wall for dear life as the storm raged on.
“I’m close,” Ryan moaned, his voice a low, husky whisper that seemed to vibrate through her entire body.
As his thrusts accelerated, the pain began to build once more, a burning, searing sensation that threatened to consume her. Kenna’s mind grew foggy, her thoughts disjointed and fragmented, as she prayed for it to be over soon. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the weight of Ryan’s relentless assault.
“I’m going to come,” he cried out, his voice rising to a fevered pitch as he slammed into her with renewed ferocity.
Kenna felt his cock drive deep into her, the head burying itself in her darkest recesses as he began to come. She could have sworn she felt it twitching, pulsing with a life of its own, as he released his seed deep within her.
Ryan’s body pressed against hers, pinning her to the cold, unforgiving tiles of the shower wall. The chill of the porcelain seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Ryan’s chest, which was now pressed firmly against her back. A few residual twitches and short, staccato thrusts followed, as if his body was still trying to release the last vestiges of tension. And then, it was over. The movement ceased, and Ryan’s body relaxed, his weight still pressing down on her, holding her in place. The sudden stillness was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the frenzied activity that had come before. Kenna’s chest and face remained pressed against the tiles, her breathing slow and labored, as she struggled to process the aftermath of the intense, primal encounter.
“That was so hot. Your ass is great. John was right. Best ass I’ve ever had.” Ryan’s voice was low and husky, his words dripping with a twisted sense of admiration as he stroked her arm with a gentle, almost tender touch. It was a jarring contrast to the brutal way he had taken her, and Kenna’s mind struggled to reconcile the two. He slowly pulled away, his softening cock slipping out of her tight hole, leaving her with a sense of emptiness that was both physical and emotional. As he withdrew, Kenna felt like she was frozen in place, unable to move or respond, her face still pressed against the cold tiles of the shower wall.
“Thanks for a great morning workout,” Ryan said, his tone casual and detached, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a routine exercise. He reached out and gave her ass a gentle squeeze, his touch sending a shiver down her spine as she startled, her body still tense and on edge. The sudden movement was a stark reminder that she was still vulnerable, still at his mercy, even as he was preparing to leave.
The sound of the shower door opening was like a crack of reality, a cold breeze sweeping in to shatter the twisted intimacy of the moment. The door closed again, and Kenna was left with the sound of Ryan’s footsteps, growing fainter as he walked away from her, out of the women’s change room, and back into the world beyond. The silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated her, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity and try to make sense of the brutal, dehumanizing encounter that had just left her feeling empty and alone.
Kenna took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that raged within her. She turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down her body, hoping to wash away the physical and emotional remnants of the brutal encounter. She scrubbed every inch of her skin, trying to erase the memory of Ryan’s touch, his scent, and his presence. She paid particular attention to her backside, making sure to remove every last trace of lubricant, as if scrubbing away the evidence could somehow undo the trauma.
As she stepped out of the shower, she noticed that her towel was on a chair, rather than hanging from the hook where she had left it. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized that Ryan must have moved it.
As she lifted the towel, an envelope fell to the floor, slipping from its hiding place. It landed with a soft rustle, the sound echoing through the silence of the room. Kenna’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at the envelope, her mind racing with questions.
As she picked up the envelope, a sense of trepidation washed over her. She opened it, and her eyes widened as she saw the neat stack of hundred-dollar bills inside. It was a familiar sight, one that she had seen before with Mr. Smith. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt like a cruel reminder of her new reality. She was no longer just an intern, struggling to make ends meet. She was now a possession, a piece of property to be used and discarded at the whim of the men from Saxon and Associates, with all of them sharing stories with each other.
The money, once a welcome relief, now felt like a tainted gift. It was a payment for her silence, for her compliance, for her body. She felt a wave of shame and disgust wash over her as she realized that she was being bought and sold, her dignity and autonomy sacrificed for the sake of her internship. She had never imagined that her life would take such a dark and twisted turn. She had always thought of herself as strong and independent, but now she felt like a fragile, helpless thing, at the mercy of men who saw her as nothing more than a commodity.
As she stood there, the money clutched in her hand, she felt a sense of despair wash over her. This was her life now, a never-ending cycle of abuse and exploitation. She was trapped, with no escape in sight. The money, once a symbol of freedom and possibility, now felt like a prison sentence, a constant reminder of her captivity.