The collection features works by other local writers. I’m in the midst of approaching them online to get their buy in. These are all free to read and i have asked for their permission to reproduce their work on this site. Writer’s pseudonym, nick, & site which they write at will be indicated in the post itself.
Author : Mel
It took a while for me to blackmail Mel, get in touch with Mel because she is no longer active. I’m glad i found her even though she is currently tied up and being abused in a basement somewhere. busy with her new commitments. She gets forced orgasms works out daily to keep her body in shape & is considering sharing her sex videos online gym fit body online with all.
*Intro has been edited for publication*
Writes at now defunct roughorders blog. (Maybe taken offline soon)
Public Service Announcement: This story involves a drunk girl being used against her will. Please do not reenact it in real life this festive season at your Christmas/New Year’s parties. Having a kink for nonconsent is fine, taking it into real life and actually forcing yourself on people is not fine. If she wants to fuck, she’ll tell you.
Just felt I should throw this out here. Now enjoy the story and Merry Christmas! 🙂
Fumbling for her keys, Sarah finally managed to open the door of her HDB flat as the sun began to rise in the background. As the gate swung shut she dragged herself wearily to her room and collapsed into bed still clutching the ragged remains of her clothing, too worn out to wash off the remains of her night, thanking her fortune that her entire family had gone overseas without her, so that no one remained at home to witness her ravaged state. Too tired to even cry, Sarah huddled up under her blanket, her mind in a daze at the events of the night before.
It had all started from that one fateful decision to attend the office party.
“Eh! Sarah! Come on, are you going to stay here all day? There’s a party later you know.” Brenda laughed, leaning over the wall of the cubicle.
“I know, but I’ve…I’ve got to finish this report up! And tomorrow’s a public holiday anyway.” Sarah replied, typing furiously away at her laptop.
“Yeah but come on, it’s at the senior partner’s house! Some hugeass bungalow at Dempsey! And you need to live a little, girl, you’re only on internship, you’re not an actual lawyer yet!” Brenda reached over and closed Sarah’s laptop, ignoring her protests. “Come on, let’s go. No need to change, yeah? We’re already late.”
Sarah sighed to herself, picking up her handbag and slipping her black heels back on, following Brenda to her car. As Brenda drove, happily chattering away, Sarah began to relax and leant back, letting the holiday mood finally wash over her.
“So, any plans for family?”
“Oh, no, no. They went overseas for the holidays. I stayed because of placement.”
“Aiyo, so hardworking. You’re probably the best intern we’ve had!” Brenda giggled. “But you gotta learn to live a little, ya? Lawyers need lives too!” The car swung into the driveway as the girls stepped out, Brenda immediately heading for the drinks table while Sarah slid into a corner with a plate of food, ever shy.
Her attempts to remain unnoticed were in vain though. As Sarah flicked her phone open, it was unceremoniously tugged out of her hand and tossed onto the other sofa. Sarah looked up in annoyance, only to force an awkward smile to her face as the senior partner himself slid onto the sofa next to her, too close for comfort.
“So, girl, you like my place?” Charles grinned as he slid an arm around Sarah’s shoulders, ignoring her look of discomfort.
“Um…yes Mr Tay! It’s…it’s nice I guess.” Sarah replied awkwardly, trapped with nowhere to go.
“Don’t be so uptight lah. It’s a holiday! Have a drink.” Charles waved his hand at another colleague standing near the bar counter. “Eh! Leon! Bring our new intern a nice stiff drink!”
“Oh no, Mr Tay, I don’t really drink-“
“Come on! I insist!”
Not wanting to be rude, Sarah forced herself to gulp the glass of cocktail down, nearly gagging at the strength of the alcohol. As her face began to flush, Charles stood up and walked to the bar, returning with a tray of shots.
“Um…I don’t think this is a great idea-“
“You uni kids can drink a lot lah, I know! When I was in NUS I used to get wasted all day too!” Charles laughed. “Come on, take a few shots with me!”
A few shots was too much for Sarah, who had never been one to drink. Before she knew it, Brenda and another girl were supporting her as she staggered up the stairs to one of the bedrooms in the elegant bungalow. Sarah collapsed gratefully into the soft bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep the alcohol off, not realising that Charles already had other plans for her.
As the door closed and the last car left the driveway, Sarah groggily sat up in bed to the sound of the room door opening.
“Uh..Mr Tay? I think I should be going now.” Sarah mumbled, staggering to her feet.
“Really? No, I think you can stay here and keep me company.” Charles leered, as he sat down on the bed next to Sarah.
“So…are you going to be nice to me?” Charles placed one hand on Sarah’s knee, slowly shifting it up, to be met with a tight slap to his face in return.
“I have a boyfriend, and anyway I wouldn’t want to sleep with you or do anything with you. Alright? I think that’s enough. Thanks for the drinks and for the room, now I’m going.” Sarah stood up again, visibly annoyed, only for Charles to pull her down and push her onto her back.
“I’m not asking you to sleep with me. You’re not going to be doing any sleeping. In fact, you’re going to be doing a lot of fucking.”
“Mr Tay, you of all people should know this is wrong-” Sarah’s protests were cut off by a sharp slap to her face, knocking her back onto the bed. As she struggled,Charles held her down, using a pair of cable ties to strap her wrists to the bedframe. The older man was surprisingly stronger than he looked and combined with Sarah’s half-drunken state, she was no match for him at all. Before she knew it, Sarah was secured with her wrists above her head, on her back, her eyes wide with fear.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you since the first day you came to the office, you know.” Charles grinned as he stroked Sarah’s face with one hand, Sarah recoiling from his touch and whimpering softly as she realised what was about to happen. “You, with that good-girl attitude, being all hardworking and full of all your morals and ideals…you know how much more that makes me want to fuck you, for being so guai lan?”
“Please, Mr Tay, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone-MFFFF”. Charles stuffed a rag into Sarah’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up lah.” He laughed. Sarah began screaming behind the gag but there was no one to hear her cries for help as Charles ran his hands over her slim, firm body, then began undoing her white office blouse, pulling it open.
“Mm, it’s been a while since I got to fuck a uni chick. Hookers can act well but they don’t feel the same, you know? And the previous intern was more than willing to fuck a rich, powerful man, but she was lousy in bed anyway.” Charles mused, snapping Sarah’s white cotton bra open with one sharp tug, the cups falling to the side to reveal her breasts, Sarah’s creamy pale skin exposed for his enjoyment.
“These are fucking big, not bad. Most local girls have fucking small tits, you know? I’m going to enjoy these.” Charles laughed as he cupped Sarah’s 36C breasts and squeezed hard, bringing tears into her eyes. Sarah’s large chest coupled with her relatively slim build had always caught the attention of any man who looked at her and for Charles, getting to squeeze the pair that had caught his eye on her first day of work was the first of many dreams that would be fulfilled that night.
“How about your cunt? I bet it’s nice and tight too, since you’re such a frigid bitch!” Charles reached down and with a few hard tugs, ripped Sarah’s black pencil skirt open, then kicked her legs apart and pulled her panties to one side, sticking one exploratory finger into her dry slit.
“Mm, not a virgin I see? But still so tight. I like.” Charles grinned, lowering himself between Sarah’s legs as she squirmed, the alcohol making her too weak to fight him off. “Get nice and wet for me, come on!” Sarah screamed as she felt the first lick from Charles on her shaven cunt, his tongue lapping away at her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“You taste great, girl. Always nice to have a fresh young cunt to eat out.” Charles leered as he got up again then stood up, stripping off his clothes. “I’ve been dreaming of this since the day you got to the office. Ready?”
Sarah shook her head violently, tears now freely streaming down her pretty face, messing up her makeup.
“Ready or not, doesn’t matter!” Sarah began struggling, her entire body tensing as she felt Charles push the head of his cock into her cunt, grinning as she began screaming into the gag. “Aiyo, not even the tip and you already can’t take it? How about…this!” Charles pulled back, then slammed into Sarah with one hard thrust, going balls-deep into her. It was only the second time Sarah had been fucked in her entire life and compared to the one awkward first time during her JC days, this was sheer agony.
In contrast, Charles was in heaven, enjoying his intern’s tight cunt as he fucked Sarah hard and fast, grabbing on to her breasts and squeezing them tight, gripping them hard with each thrust into her. Sarah could only struggle and squirm about, still too weak from the alcohol to fight back properly, her eyes rolling back from the sensation of being raped roughly by her boss. After what seemed like an eternity Charles began to move faster and faster, Sarah’s eyes flying open as she began screaming into the gag.
“No? You don’t want me to cum in you? Too bad girl. I like filling young sluts like you with cum.” Charles sneered, as he slammed deep into Sarah one last time, then let his load spurt into her. Sarah moaned, feeling the warm fluid filling her up, the sensation both humiliating and shocking to her. Charles pulled out then slid up and straddled Sarah, sliding his shaft between her tits.
“Clean me.” Charles ordered, pulling out the gag from Sarah’s mouth.
“No…no…please…let me go now alright? Please? I…I won’t tell anyone…”
“Ah, you need to learn to put that mouth to its proper use.” Charles reached for a bottle of Belvedere, and took a long swig. “Suck my cock, and I might let you go home.”
“No…I…I don’t…NGHHH!” Sarah screamed as Charles overturned the bottle of vodka and splashed the contents over her, the alcohol stinging her eyes. Her screams were muffled again as he shoved the rest of the bottle into her mouth, then tilted it back, forcing her to drink.
“There, less resistant now?” Charles laughed, as he began to fuck Sarah’s large tits slowly, sliding his cock between the firm, full globes. Sarah whimpered from the humiliating feel of the titfucking, feeling the hard shaft sliding between her cleavage, lubed up from Charles’ cum and her juices. Charles reached for his phone, snapping a photo of Sarah’s sobbing face with his cock between her tits, then tossed it aside and reached up to undo the cable ties with a pair of scissors.
“Get over here.” Sarah was tugged by her hair and thrown to her knees, her shredded skirt falling off leaving her in her torn blouse and lingerie. Charles pulled off the torn clothing impatiently, leaving Sarah naked.
“Suck my cock and you can go home. Want to go home?” He grinned.
“But…but…I…”
“We can always play a bit more if you don’t…”
“No! NO! I’ll…I’ll do it…” Sarah whimpered. Reluctantly taking a lick of Charles’ cock, Sarah forced herself to begin sucking, but the thought of doing it willingly for her rapist was too much for her to take, making her do it limply as she sobbed.
“Fuck, I think your classmates probably suck cock better than you. Never mind, I’ll do it myself!” Charles laughed as he grabbed Sarah’s head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he began to fuck her face hard. Sarah futilely tried to push him away but he was still too strong for her, and she had no choice but to choke and splutter as his shaft violated her mouth, slamming in and out. Just as Sarah could no longer take it, Charles slammed her head down and held it in place, then fired his second load of the night into her throat, making Sarah choke on the taste as it slid down her throat.
“Alright, clean yourself up.” Charles chuckled, throwing Sarah’s torn skirt to her with a disdainful look. “I’ll go get the car.”
Sarah, left with no choice, hurriedly pulled her clothes back together, still unable to comprehend what had just happened, even as she huddled in the side seat of Charles’ Porsche, all the way back to her HDB flat.
As the car pulled into the carpark, Charles pulled out his phone again. “See this, girl? If you want this picture of you sucking my cock to stay a secret, you’d better shut up about what happened tonight. Got it? Or else you can kiss your reputation and career goodbye.” He laughed as Sarah nodded, defeated.
“Now get the fuck out of my car, slut. See you at the office on Monday.”
Sarah meekly stumbled out of the car as Charles sped away, satisfied. Pulling herself together, Sarah trudged to the lift, hoping to get home before anyone could see her in her semi-naked state.
If only she hadn’t gone for the party.