Fucked by Force

By: Bree Bellucci

“Well, okay,” Mandy said slowly, “He would know best if I need to be in the office or not.”

Smiling and satisfied, Ally went back down the hall to her desk.

“I can’t believe it’s a costume party!” Jen was whispering to Meghan.

“I know! I don’t have any idea of what I’m going to wear!” Meghan whispered back.

“What about you, Mandy? Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” Jen asked kindly.

“Actually, I sort of forgot about it. I guess I’ll need to dig through my closet and look for something.”

Jen let out a small giggle and Meghan looked like her eyes might pop out of her head.

“You’re not going to buy something new?” Jen asked incredulously.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t-“ Mandy tried to backtrack. Once again, she felt completely out of the loop. Obviously, she had no clue of the dress code de rigueur. “I mean, yes, I guess I’ll buy something then,” she said stiffly, her mind already racing to what ridiculous purchase she may need to make. She made a mental note to consult Ally on this issue when they were out this afternoon.

No longer could Mandy dwell on her costume dilemma, as Justin came sweeping down the hall, his gaze cold and steely, but not so unusual.

“Meghan! Jen!” he snapped. Both girls jumped out of their chairs and followed Justin into his office, but not before shooting puzzled looks at Mandy. Shrugging she tried to appear unperturbed, but once Justin’s door shut, she began to sweat nervously. Did Justin know? Why would he exclude her from a morning meeting? Mandy was unable to work as Justin, Meghan and Jen met behind closed doors. Mandy had a sickening thought about what could be happening. Both Meghan and Jen had been clear in their desire for Justin. What if Justin was getting his revenge by fucking both Meghan and Jen at this very moment? Mandy forced herself not to think such horrible thoughts, and she nearly fainted with relief when Meghan and Jen exited the office; neither looking in the least bit like they had just been fucked.

“He wants to see you,” Jen whispered as she smirked at Mandy. Obviously Jen thought that Justin wanted to see Mandy private for sexual reasons and Mandy tried to muster her dignity as she walked into her master’s office. Justin was facing the windows but she saw his body tense as she walked in.

“You wanted to see me,” she said quietly, her face flushing with shame. Justin wheeled around in his chair and surveyed Mandy shrewdly.

“You are going shopping today?” he asked. Mandy nodded, embarrassed. She was wearing black pants and a fuchsia blouse borrowed from Chrissy. She tried exceptionally hard today to look her best.

“Good,” Justin murmured, rising. He strode towards Mandy and roughly pushed her face back, kissing her hard on the mouth.

“I am in a peculiar mood today,” he breathed into her mouth as he kissed her and Mandy gasped from the roughness. She kissed back eagerly, wanting to please Justin while also wanting to rid any doubts from his mind.

“Why?” she panted, afraid of the answer. Justin grabbed her hair and yanked her head back before moving his lips to the base of her throat.

“Mmmm,” he growled, ignoring the question. “You know that you belong to me now?” he asked as his other hand ran up Mandy’s exposed forearm, giving her goose bumps.

“Yes,” Mandy squeaked.

“And as my Property you will do as I command?”


“Good. Unless I give you permission, you are not to be alone with another pack member,” he breathed, squeezing her tightly as he inhaled at our neck.

“O-okay,” she stammered.

“And you will let me fuck you whenever I see fit!” With that, Justin spun Mandy around so that he was behind her and she was facing his desk.

“Hands on the desk,” he growled, and Mandy obeyed, bending over so that her hands were pressing against the smooth, polished wood. With violent urgency, Justin reached around, undoing Mandy’s pants and yanking them down. Trying to keep up with Justin, she quickly stepped out of her pants so that she was only standing in her heels, thong and blouse.

Justin pushed her blouse up over her breasts where it remained, and then yanked her bra down, freeing both of her breasts. Her breasts bounced from their restraints and Justin groaned as each of his hands cupped her soft, supple mounds. Mandy groaned in response to Justin’s groping and kneading, his fingers deftly pulling at each of her hardened nipples, lengthening them. Justin pushed his body against Mandy’s ass, and she could feel his erection through the thin material of his pants.

Mandy could tell that there would not be much foreplay. Justin was rough and urgent, different than past experiences with him. He twisted her nipples, and Mandy winced with the pain; it was as if Justin was punishing her. He aggressively pushed his hand between her legs, his fingers hungrily grasping at her inner folds. Mandy’s body was already anticipating Justin, and she was slippery wet. Justin groaned appreciatively, and Mandy spread her legs further for her master.

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