Her first instinct was survival at any cost. Katja reached for the nightstick, but goatee man quickly reminded her of where it is she was. "You don't wanna do that, unless you want it used on you" he said. The serious look on his face was enough to make her stop. "Now pull it out slowly, and hand it over to me."
Katja slowly pulled the nightstick from her belt in a non threatening way. She brought it up and laid it in the massive hand of goatee man. "That's more like it" he said. "Since you listened so well, unlike the other bitch, we won't beat you with it like we did her. Now get them clothes off and show us what you got."
Katja slowly untied her shoes and stepped out of them, revealing a hint of her pink and purple striped socks. Next she pulled the tails of her uniform shirt out of the waistband of her pants, and slowly unbuttoned it. The two men looked on patiently as she slid the shirt off, and tossed it on top of her shoes. Then she undid her belt and unzipped her uniform pants, letting them slide down her legs. She stepped out of them, and kicked them into a heap atop her shirt and shoes.
The coolness of the warehouse made Katja shiver as she stood there clad only in her pink and purple striped socks and matching underwear. Hoots and whistles came from dread man. "A color coordinated white bitch!" he exclaimed. "Looks good on you, too." Then he quickly added "Why don't you walk around for us, and show us how them stripes move?"
Katja slowly started to walk, clutching herself around the midsection. "Arms down" said goatee man. "We wanna get the full effect of you. Pretend you're a fashion model on a runway."
Katja dropped her arms to her sides and started walking The two men watched as her sexy hips swayed, and her striped panties jiggled up and down with her sexy, toned ass. She turned around and walked back toward them, her head still down. "Lift your head, sweetheart. We wanna see them tits jiggle" dread man said. Katja lifted her head and walked toward them. Her firm 34C breasts bounced lightly.
"Very nice" said goatee man. "Now get them underwear off, and let's get a look at the whole picture."
Katja closed her eyes and slowly found the front clip of her bra. Tears started to stream down her cheeks as she sobbed from embarrassment and humiliation. Her perky breasts sprang free of their confinement as she slipped the bra over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her large, dark pink aureola stood proudly, topped by thick, erect nipples. She started to reach for her socks, but dread man stopped her. "Leave them on. Panties next. I wanna see that fuck hole of yours. I want you to spread your legs and show it to us. Same with your ass. I wanna see your shit hole."
Katja took off her panties. She knew what was expected of her. She didn't hesitate now. She just wanted the humiliation to be over. She sat down on the floor, and spread her legs, showing the pair of thugs her blond mound. She pulled the sides of her labia open to reveal her pretty pink pouting inner lips and entrance to her baby chamber.
"That's the sweetest looking pussy I've ever seen!" said dread man. "Natural blond, too. She's worth big bucks!"
"Yeah, we should take this one straight to Raul" said goatee man. "We shouldn't fuck her like we did the last one. Raul won't give us as much for damaged goods. And this is a top dollar bitch."
Dread man looked at Katja. "Stand up, turn around and bend over. Spread them ass cheeks. You ever been fucked up the ass?"
"N-no" answered Katja. She stood up and turned around, her ass facing the two men. Then she bent over and slowly parted her ass cheeks with her hands, exposing her virgin pink anal bud.
Dread man took the nightstick from goatee man. "Just because we can't fuck you doesn't mean we can't have some fun with you." He slowly rubbed over Katja's slit with the nightstick, causing her to jump in surprise. She gasped in shock. They may not be going to fuck her themselves, but it was clear they were going to fuck her with her own nightstick. She felt dread man's weight on her back as he continued to probe her slit with the shaft of the nightstick. "We gotta punish you somehow for thinking about attacking us" he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you with this until you cum. Be good about it, and that's all you'll get. Step out of line and that ass of yours won't be virgin any more. Got it?"
"Y-yes" whimpered Katja.
"Good girl" said dread man. He drew the head of the nightstick back to her vaginal opening and slowly started to push it up inside her. Katja gasped at the coolness of the stick as it entered inside her. "Now tell me you want me to fuck your pussy" he said as he slowly twisted it in deeper.
"I-I w-want y-you t-to fu-fuck my p-pussy" Katja said, She felt the head of the nightstick hit the top of her womb, and it set off sensations and conflicting emotions Katja thought she'd never experience. Part of her was scared and humiliated, while another part of her wanted to feel pleasure from being violated in such a way. She had always heard from her other female friends how good sex was when you could find a man who could hit the top. It wasn't a man, but it felt strangely good.
There was a sudden noise, and the bay door opened to the spectacle of Katja being fucked from behind with her own nightstick by dread man.
"'Bout time you get back" said goatee man. "We got ourselves a money maker here."
Katja turned her head to look. She was surprised and shocked at who stood there before her.
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