The Rape at Work Deborah and I had already decided to go our separate ways but we'd done it amicably and still lived in the same apartment complex as neighbors. We didn't visit each other but we talked on the phone and spoke when we saw each other in common areas. We were both dating other people and neither of us had a problem with that so, all 'n' all, we were doing just fine. I worked across the street from the apartment complex in a very small convenience store and Deborah had just gotten a better job (after leaving a pizza parlor where she'd been attacked by a drunken patron with a broken beer pitcher and put in the hospital for a week) working in a small care center for invalids. We always considered my job to be the "bad" one; as everyone knows, those small 24-hour stores are seen as the best place to rob in night and I was on the night shift while going to school during the day. We didn't think about Deborah's job being risky at first but that changed rather quickly. The problem was that the staff of the care center handled a HUGE amount of controlled substances: the medications prescribed for the patients living there. There was a registered nurse during the day shifts but there were no medical staff on duty when the evening and night crews can on. In fact, there was only two girls working all night, alone, to take care of over 30 people who couldn't take care of themselves. This fact disturbed me but I was angered by the fact that Deborah and the other girl, Jennifer, had no medical training whatsoever and they were required to administer all the necessary drug dosages during their shifts. This untrained "care" included injections using standard syringes! There's no way a reputable health center would have allowed something that dangerous and illegal to happen but Deborah was thrilled with her newfound career and there was no way to convince her of anything else. I stopped trying to get her to quit when I saw it was a fruitless effort and she went to work happily 5 days a week. On one of my slower shifts, I was surprised to see Deborah's downstairs neighbor run through the store's door and yell that I needed to go home right now. By the look on his face, I knew there was something very bad I would find there but I needed to get someone to come into the store since I was on a shift alone. In the 15 minutes it took for the manager to arrive, the neighbor told me what would be the beginning of a long nightmare: Deborah and her coworker had been victims of a robbery at the center. Immediately, I assumed it was about the large amount of drugs onsite and the lack of adequate staff and safety procedures and I was correct. What I never dreamed of was what I heard when I went back to my apartment. This is an account of the events of that night as told to me by both the girls in the center, the neighbors, and the police. Obviously, the names of all involved (including me) are changed but the story is accurate and it was verifiable from multiple sources. I was halfway to my apartment when I was redirected to Deborah's place. There, I found Deborah on the stairs outside in torn and dirty clothing, looking shocked but not crying. I sat beside her and asked what happened and she said we needed to go to my place for her to tell me. I agreed and, when we got there, she sat beside me on my staircase and told me that the robbery wasn't just a robbery. The six men in masks got the drugs they came for but they didn't want to leave when they saw the two young and attractive women. Deborah was 5'7" and about 110 lbs, in great physical condition, partly because of her martial arts training where she earned a black belt in Tai kwon do. Her medium length red hair was a good reflection of her fiery temperament and her attractive figure was a magnet for most of the guys who looked her way. Her coworker, Jennifer, was about 5'5", a bit over 115 lbs. and had longish, thick jet-black hair. She was extremely attractive and a very personable girl. She & Deborah and were good friends though they didn't go out together often. Deborah told me that her night had started badly. The senior staff had been rather abrupt with Jennifer and her about the handling of a large incoming shipment of medication that they wanted unpacked and put into the medication locker before the night shift ended. This was a job always performed by the day shift and both girls felt they were being put upon by being asked to do more work. But they knew they didn't have a choice and set about doing it a little at a time while they took care of the patients. The girls were about halfway through the task when someone slammed into the back door of the center around 1:30 am. The noise scared everyone who heard it (including some of the patients who were still awake) and Deborah was about to go for the phone when the second crash at the door broke the simple door lock and men burst into the room. Forgetting all about her defense training, Deborah did the right thing and fled for the director's office and the temporary safety of its locking door to call for 911. Behind her, Jennifer screamed but Deborah barely hesitated and got into the inner office and dialed the phone before this door, too, was broken open. The masked man who came in aimed a handgun at Deborah and she dropped the phone. Still holding the gun on her, the man crossed the room and quickly hung it up before Deborah could say a single word. (Calling 911 shows the emergency operator the name, phone number and address of the person calling. This time, it partially failed. Turns out that the center had recently moved but retained the same phone number so, when the phone call was disconnected, the operator tried to call back and notify the police at the same time. The system gave the operator the wrong number and address but the correct name of the center. Looking up the address, she sent the police to the wrong address - all the way across the city from where Deborah and Jennifer were). The man yelled something at Deborah but she didn't understand it. He repeated it and Deborah recognized the language as Spanish. She spoke fluent German but didn't understand a single word of Spanish so she shook her head. This pissed off the man and he grabbed her and dragged her back into the main room where they met five other men in masks, Jennifer, and two men in wheelchairs who lived in the center. The men spoke to each other and the girls were told to sit on the floor between the wheelchairs while most of the robbers began gathering up the drugs from everywhere they could find them. One stayed by the girls and held the gun pointed at them. The two men in wheelchairs didn't saw a single word. Once the medications were completely packed up for removal, some of the robbers began loading them into whatever vehicle they had outside and the others waiting inside, beginning to show a bit more interest in the girls. Deborah was nudged a few times but she said nothing. There was a shout from outside which the men inside responded to with another shout. The ones outside came back inside and all now stood by the girls. They talked amongst themselves a while before one went back to the broken door, closed it and barricaded it with a tipped chair. He returned and everyone could see he was grinning under his mask. The guy with the gun motioned for the girls to move to the center of the room which they did. Then one of them said in broken English, "Off clothes". Deborah and Jennifer looked at each other and both shook their heads 'no'. The command was repeated and, again, the girls together shouted "No!" The gun was pushed down into the belt of one robber and a knife replaced it. He walked up to Jennifer, repeated, "Off clothes", and placed the knife-edge against her throat. Both girls saw that they were going to be seriously hurt unless they undressed so they both started but a hand on each stopped them. The guy with the knife and the bad English pointed from one to the other girl, indicating one girl was to remove the other's clothes. Deborah was mortified. She had never even considered being nude in front of anyone but the one lover she now had and she tried to plead with him not to make her get undressed. But Jennifer moved to her immediately and began to undress Deborah with extreme slowness. She opened the white uniform's buttons one at a time and carefully made sure she didn't open the blouse, even when the last button was opened. She whispered to Deborah to do the same and Deborah did, looking away from everyone she could as she did it. The men started to get noisy and it was clear they were getting excited by the slow stripping which Jennifer had started to just slow everything down until help arrived. But the slowness of the undressing did the opposite and the men all began to say unknown things to each other and laugh. Deborah turned to look behind her and she saw what the robbers were laughing at: one of the men in the wheelchairs, an older man of about 60, had his hand in his pants while watching the girls strip! He was actually getting off on their plight and made no attempt to hide the fact. Deborah was humiliated. Jennifer opened Deborah's blouse, Deborah opened hers, and they removed each other's tops and bras. Now the guy were all going wild, making lewd gestures while pointing at the girl's bare chests. Jennifer opened Deborah's belt and the guy with the knife came over and made a gesture for her to hurry up. She looked at Deborah with sad eyes and hurriedly removed Deborah's pants. Deborah die the same for Jennifer and they both stopped and sat there, unable to continue. Another of the men came to the girls, grabbed Jennifer by the arms and lifted her off the floor while another robber pulled her panties down and off. The knife was placed at her throat again and she pulled Deborah's panties down after being dropped back to the floor. Now both girls sat on the tile floor nude and the men got quiet and spoke to each other in appreciative whispers. The leader (Deborah assumed the guy with the gun and knife was in charge.) grabbed Deborah's hair, pulled her towards Jennifer and said, "Suck". Deborah tried to get away from him but he held the knife so she could see it and Deborah looked between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer was completely shaved and her pussy looked like it belonged on the body of a girl much younger than her 21 years. She was obviously trembling but she told Deborah, "It's OK. Just do what they want and we'll be OK. Come on, we'll make it. Just do what they say." Neither girl knew if the robbers understood the words but the one with the knife yanked Deborah's head down and pushed it close to Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer leaned backwards on her elbows and Deborah's face was pushed down further, bringing her nose and mouth into contact with the damp lips of her coworker. "Suck!" was repeated and Deborah opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to dart out and onto Jennifer's body. Jennifer closed her eyes and opened her legs wider, allowing Deborah's head to be pushed all the way down between her broadly splayed thighs. Deborah licked and almost gagged. It was the worst thing she had ever put into her mouth and she was so repulsed she tried to lift her head but she was forced down again and, this time, she was rubbed up and down over Jennifer's rapidly moistening vagina. In a moment or two, Deborah began to lick on her own and the hand in her hair was removed. The men all started cheering and clapping while Deborah ate Jennifer out for them to see. Jennifer, eyes still closed, moved with the forced cunnilingus in apparent pleasure. Finally, Deborah's head was lifted and she was pulled back on her elbows the way Jennifer had been. Jennifer didn't need to be told and she dropped her head onto Deborah's red-haired pussy and began licking her with obvious gusto. She put her heart into it and seemed to enjoy it so much that Deborah looked at her friend with a brand new disgust. Even so, Deborah's body moistened immediately and she couldn't deny how good Jennifer's tongue felt between her legs. Still, while she didn't show any expression on her face, her nipples were rock hard and she couldn't hid that. Deborah was pulled back more and Jennifer never lifted her head: she continued to lick and suck Deborah, ignoring the sounds and people around her, using her fingers to open Deborah wider to allow even deeper penetration with her probing tongue. Finally, she was pulled away from Deborah and pushed down on her back. Two more of the robbers came to her and grabbed her legs. The guy with her arms pinned both together with one large hand and began opening his pants to Deborah's horror. Jennifer didn't say or do anything; she just submitted to however she was moved, maintaining eyes contact with Deborah. Deborah was watching in horror for her friend and was suddenly pulled both directions at once: two of the three remaining guys had grabbed her arms and pulled them widely apart while "the leader" moved in front of her, opened and dropped his pants, and pushed his ridged erection at Deborah's mouth. Deborah violently tossed her head from side to side until she felt the cold blade of the knife touch her cheek. Fearing the maiming of her precious face, she stared at the cock in front of her. The man grabbed her hair with his free hand and pulled her face to his cock, pressing it between her lips and into her mouth. Unlike the pussy she had been forced to lick, Deborah had sucked cock before and knew what to do. As she started though, she was repositioned so she could she Jennifer out of the corner of her eye. Jennifer was pinned on her back, her legs pulled open by two of the masked men while the third lay down on her with his pant down around his ankles. With a quick movement, he thrust his hips forward and grunted. Jennifer didn't make a sound. After a few moments where it sounded like the guys with her were talking about how she looked or felt inside, the one on her began to rape her vigorously. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other were clearly audible over the shouts the other men were making. While Deborah sucked the cock in her mouth, Jennifer's rapist continued to thrust between her legs, grunting and groaning with obvious pleasure. The sounds in the room died down to just the sound of Jennifer being raped and the sounds of slurping Deborah accidentally made while trying to avoid gagging. When the thuds of thrusting hard between Jennifer's legs began to speed up, the cock in Deborah's mouth began to move on it own, no longer content with being just sucked. The robber began to fuck Deborah's face, holding her head firmly by the hair with both hands, the knife dropped to the floor next to him. The grunting over Jennifer became verbalized expressions and the cock in Deborah's mouth was abruptly removed. Her head was twisted towards Jennifer and everyone in the room watched the rapist slam his body down of Jennifer while tossing his head back and yelling. His body twitched between her legs a few seconds more and he sat up between her feet, grinning down at her crotch. He moved to the side and Deborah saw Jennifer's pussy, lips still slightly parted, and creamy white fluid flowing from inside her. There was still no expression on her face and she looked as serine as her name alluded to. One of the men holding her legs traded places with the man who had raped her and, after opening his pants, lay down on Jennifer and began humping. Now the sounds in the room were laced with the lewd sounds of alternately wet suction and wet impacts. Deborah's mouth was invaded again and she realized the rape of her mouth had just stopped long enough for the leader to enjoy the climax of Jennifer's rape. Now, it continued with a vengeance. Deborah didn't even try to suck anymore; she let the man rape her face with constant brutality until she felt his cock twitch on the roof of her mouth. She involuntarily tried to pull her head away from the inevitable but was rewarded with a gob of warm, thick cum on her tongue anyway. Deborah shook her head but the hands in her hair held her firmly in place as the discharges continued, each accompanied by a grunt and thrust. When the limp penis was pulled from her mouth, she heard a word she assumed was 'swallow' and she did. Once the mess was out of her mouth, she was able to open it and try to air out her abused pallet. Deborah turned to look at Jennifer and saw that the second rapist was enjoying himself immensely, gleefully fucking her with delight and kissing her as if he loved her. Jennifer seemed to kiss him back but she showed no passion at all; she just responded to whatever was being done to her with indifference. The guys holding her legs open were just barely touching her ankles since she was making no effort to struggle or get away. Deborah couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her friend submitting to being gang raped without even a fight. She'd never... ...and she was pulled down on her back by the leader, his pants now raised and closed. The other two guys were still holding her arms so her legs were free. With a carefully placed kick, she slammed her heel hard into the crotch of the man who had raped her mouth. He screamed and let go of her hair. The others pulled harder at her arms and tried to keep her on her back, which they successfully did until the guy with his balls kicked recovered enough to get back to her. The other five robbers were all laughing so the injured one started laughing to and lightly slapped Deborah on the face, this time staying away from her feet and legs. But Deborah twisted and managed to surprise the man holding her left arm by wrapping her legs around his neck and pulling him towards her crotch, squeezing and twisting as hard as she could, hoping to break his neck. He went with the twists, though, and managed to roll free of her, losing his mask in the process. He was furious but he was laughed at just the like other unfortunate and returned to the fray. Try as they might, the three guys attempting to gang rape Deborah could get her in any vulnerable position. No matter what they did, she always managed to break away, never freeing herself but making it impossible for them to hold her down to be raped. Finally, the leader grew tired of this game and called for help. The two robbers holding Jennifer's legs apart weren't needed since she was submitting and even returning the kissing she was receiving. They released her and moved to help pin Deborah. Finally Jennifer spoke: "Hey! Fuck me! Come on and fuck the shit out of me! Yeah, I want it! I want you to fuck me - all of you. Come and get it, boys!" Deborah was appalled. It was bad enough that her friend was allowing these animals to rape her. But now she was asking for it, too! What a worthless slut! Jennifer's yelling temporarily stopped the efforts to hold Deborah down (though they didn't dare loosen their grips) and the robbers not part of the rape looked confused. They actually started to return to Jennifer when their leader barked at them again. They hurried to his side and tried to help hold Deborah on her back. Now, Jennifer struggled and got her upper body high enough to look at the leader and yell: "Come her and fuck me, you piece of shit! Yes, come on and do it!" She paused and then said, "Please leave her alone and you can rape me as long as you want to. I'll take as much as you would have given her. Just do it to me and let her go." Deborah stopped her struggle with awe. Her coworker wasn't being a slut; she was trying to spare Deborah the gang raping she was receiving willingly! Deborah's eyes teared up and she started to say something - anything - to let her friend know she knew what she was doing, what it would cost her. But the chain of command was restored around her and Deborah was easily pinned on her back, both legs pulled apart widely, both rams held over her head, and a rapist kneeling between her legs and opening his pants. Deborah finally lost her composure and started screaming and struggling even more. But there as no way for her pitiful efforts to free her and she watched the penis spring free of the pants in front of her and poke its bulbous head at her pussy. Both Deborah and Jennifer implored, begged and pleaded with him not to do it. And Deborah struggled valiantly even as the cock was shoved into her. She didn't scream when it bottomed out inside her but she never stopped resisting, even as the rapist ground down in her pussy. The leader said something to the man raping Jennifer and he got off her and led her to the floor beside Deborah. Jennifer lay on her back again and opened her legs, her hips next to Deborah's face and Deborah's hips by hers. Jennifer's rapist re-entered her and started fucking her again as Deborah's rapist continued. Both rapists watched the opposite girl's rape even as they were enjoying their own. The one in Deborah grew taut and she gave her best effort to remove him and expel his despicable cock from her pussy before it came. But it was to no avail and, despite all her efforts, the rapist groaned his cum deeply in her. His last few pumps in and out of her were just for the sheer enjoyment of seeing the look of repugnance on Deborah's face as he laughed at her. He pulled out, letting his cum run from her body and traded places with one of the men holding her arms. The exchange was done very carefully so as not to give Deborah any opportunity to hurt them again and the new rapist slammed his cock into Deborah's completely soaked pussy. She turned her head to the side and was enthralled to watch a rape so close to her. The movement of the man's hips as he fucked Jennifer, the counter movements of Jennifer as she received the rape willingly, all conspired to excite Deborah into observing such a terrible thing as the gang rape of a girl who had offered her own body to spare Deborah's. There was a loud grunt and the robber on Jennifer stabbed himself between her legs and held his body tightly against hers. Deborah knew Jennifer was feeling another wave of cum being released in her and knew hers was coming soon. Before she had time to even finish the thought, her rapist came, staring at the final thrust into Jennifer. There was another exchange and both girls were entered yet again and fucked watching each other being raped. Jennifer always lay patiently until she anticipated her rapist's orgasm and then she'd guide him to her with her hips and legs, making his body seal with hers as he drained himself in her pussy. Deborah never stopped fighting them, doing everything in her power to stop the rape she was getting or prevent the next one from happening. But she may as well be doing what Jennifer was doing because the result was the same: rape after rape, all ending with another ejaculation on top of the last one's cum. It was after being raped by all six of the robbers that Deborah realized she was getting raped a lot more than Jennifer even though Jennifer was invited them to fuck her. It dawned on her that the robbers were enjoying raping her much more than they wanted to fuck Jennifer. They were cumming repeatedly in both girls but they were taking greater pleasure from violently raping of Deborah then just having sex with Jennifer. Deborah's efforts were actually working against her! She tried to lay still and just wait for it to end but her spirit was far too fiery to allow it to happen. And when they flipped her on her stomach, Deborah was sorry her realization about her desirability came so late: she was completely exhausted when her legs and hips were opened and someone lay heavily on her back. Screaming for her sanity, Deborah felt herself being speared in her anus. The rapist spared no time at all before beginning the worst rape yet for Deborah. It took all five of the men on her to keep her under the rapist and open widely enough for him to stay inside her, fucking her ass with renewed vigor while watching Jennifer's pussy being poked by his friend's cock. Luckily for Deborah, the anal rape didn't last more than a minute as the rapist blew his cumload into her butt with a fierce slamming of his groin into her hips. Deborah felt running warmth fill her and she almost vomited with disgust. Her rapist yanked his penis from her abused butthole and laughed like a hyena. Deborah watched the man in Jennifer cum and pull out of her and the next robber turned her over on her stomach, too. But he lifted her ass in the air, guided his cock into Jennifer's well-screwed pussy, and started a slow, grinding pace even as someone mounted Deborah again and slid another cock into her anus. This time the rape was a lot easier to take; although it caused just as much discomfort, it didn't hurt as much since all the cum from the previous attacked allowed this penetration to happen with ease. Finally here was nobody left to rape either girl so they were brought into sitting position with their backs to each other and taped there with thick plastic tape. Deborah made the mistake of fighting it after some had been stuck to her skin and it caused both girls to scream in agony as it pulled at their delicate skin. The leader stood up, patted his now-covered cock and said something that made the others laugh. Then, he walked over to the men in the wheelchairs who both Deborah and Jennifer had forgotten all about. One of them was obviously happy to see what he had seen and he was still diddling around in his pants, clearly manipulating a erect penis. This man was rolled over to the girls and pulled to the very edge of his chair's seat. He gleefully opened his pants and Deborah looked up the cock of a patient too sick with dementia to even know what we was really doing most of the time. But he knew what he wanted now. Closer and closer, his chair was moved over Deborah's outstretched legs, bringing his penis to within inches of her face. Hands held Deborah's mouth in place and the man pushed his hips forward to allow his cock into her mouth. Deborah silently screamed and tried to pull her head back but it didn't matter. Before her lips could be forced around the old man's prick, he came, shooting a surprisingly robust gob of cum directly into her face. The robbers laughed but the old man readily stroked his cock some more and deposited even a larger stream on Deborah's lips, cheeks and nose the second time. Deborah was pushed as far forward as possible, painfully tugging the tape between her and Jennifer even more taut, and the dirty old cuss pumped out a third load of jizz covering the rest of Deborah's face and the front of her red hair as well. The robbers laughed hysterically. They gathered up what little of their belongings they'd dropped from the gang rapes and left almost as quickly as they had come, leaving Deborah and Jennifer tied to each other, nude, cum-splattered, and very sore on the cold tile. Jennifer started to cry, the first emotion she had shown in well over three hours of repeated abuse and Deborah joined her. They both thought about how humiliating it would be to be found like this by the morning staff coming to work and cried all the harder. They didn't need to worry about that, tho; the police arrived about 20 minutes before the next shift came on. They released the girls and allowed them to dress before letting the rest of the staff into the center. Reports were taken and filed, visits to the hospital were completed immediately, and the girls were allowed to go home. Deborah went directly to her downstairs neighbor who had come to get me. When Deborah told me this story, I was appalled but I wanted her sexually more at that moment than I'd ever wanted her in the short year of our marriage. If she had offered, I would have had sex with her for as long as she would have allowed it, doing anything she asked and enjoying it immeasurably. I am very, very happy I didn't. Deborah's test results from the hospital came back with four sexually transmitted diseases, numerous internal bleeding sores, and, 9 weeks later, positive for pregnancy. She was overwhelmed by the STD's but they were not long lasting or fatal, thank goodness. But she was devastated by the thought of having the child of one of her rapists. Worse, being a Catholic, she couldn't abort the fetus either. Over the next five months, I watched her through two suicide attempts, attempted starvation hoping to lose the child "naturally", and a complete mental breakdown, leaving her in the hospital's psychiatric ward on a suicide watch during the last trimester of her pregnancy. One day, she changed and it all became different for her. I don't know what caused the change but I will forever be grateful it happened. Deborah began to plan for the birth of her baby with a joy she hadn't experienced before in her life. And when Katie was born, she was the light of Deborah's world. They bonded so wonderfully even the hospital staff was impressed. Deborah and I proceeded with our divorce and my world suddenly fell apart. Once Deborah had gotten out of the hospital, she had no job, no money, and no health care. She had applied for government aid and got it. Despite the fact that she had placed no father's name on Katie's birth certificate, the state went after me, saying that I was the father because we were married at the time of conception! I was floored but then I was billed for well over $2000 of unpaid back child support. Deborah insisted that I wasn't the father and that I shouldn't be held liable but the welfare office disagreed and I was labeled a "deadbeat dad". I told the matter to court during the divorce proceedings and the judge looked at my bill for welfare and ordered me to pay so much money a month that I would have been in growing debt without even paying rent! I tried to talk to him but he threw me out of his court. Between a rock and a hard place, I again took my petition for divorce to court and, this time, a got a female judge who actually listened to me tell this entire story (without all the sexual details) in a "private" approach to the bench. She was amazed but she believed me and sent me back to the witness box. There, she ordered me to pay so little money per month that I would never be out of debt but she also stopped collection on my back child support. I thanked her profusely and was granted the divorce. I didn't see Deborah for two years after the divorce (although I had an extremely intense sexual relationship with Jennifer, who wanted to be "raped" by me as much as possible and as often as possible. She got her wish as long as she kept telling me about her gangrape as I fucked her.) and we lost track of each other. Then I had a knock on the door and opened it to Deborah holding a small grinning little girl. I was speechless as I let them inside and closed the door. Katie came to me immediately and hugged my leg. Why? I'll never know but she seemed to know. When Deborah stopped beaming at her baby girl, she started to cry. I went to her almost as quickly as Katie did. Katie dabbed at her eyes with so much wisdom and solemn concern and we both laughed and Katie joined us. Deborah looked at me and said she needed to beg a favour of me. I asked her what it was and, after she told me, we hugged tightly and she left. But just before I saw them both for the last time, I signed the paper she had brought. With that paper, I gave away my rights to "my" child and allowed the man of Deborah's dreams the chance to adopt Katie as his own. After signing the paper, Deborah had told me her fiance had paid off all the back child support - as a gesture of good will - without being asked and not knowing if he'd have his family legally his or not. When I closed the door behind them, I broke down in the tears I hadn't shed in two years.
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