Cleaning Day

“Another night on the night cleaning shift,” Doris said as she pulled up in the car park outside the office black, looking up as she did so. “You both ready?”

“Guess so,” Mable said as she looked at Holly. Her friend had red-brown hair but in a bob, and was wearing a blue cleaner’s dress with short sleeves, as well as a pair of red slippers with grey ankle socks. Mable had short brown hair with a hint of grey, and was wearing a light green dress of the same design as Holly, with black ankle boots.

Both women worked with Doris as cleaners – a way of earning extra money in their retirement. Doris herself had grey hair dyed blonde, and wore a light blue coat overall over a black jumper and dress, red flowers printed on the jumper. Dark tights, and knee length black leather boots, completed her outfit.

“All right then,” she said as she opened the van door, “let’s get this over and done with…”

From the desk at the main entrance, the man watched as the three older women got out and started to load up two trolleys.

“This is the front desk,” he said into the microphone of his headset, “there’s a cleaning crew here. Instructions?” He listened, and then nodded as the three women came in and he looked in front of himself.

“You’re the crew for Jacobie Associates – the cleaners?”

“Yup,” Doris said, “where’s Bert?”

“Laid up – go on up.”

As they walked to the lift, he smiled, and then said “three incoming – have fun.”

As the lift doors opened, Doris stepped out first, looking round as Mable and Holly each pushed out a cleaning trolley in front of them. The lift doors closed behind them, as they made their way along the corridor, the sign “JACOBIE ASSOCIATES” in large silver letters on the wall.

“Well, at least it is quiet at the moment,” Holly said, Mable nodding as Doris opened the large glass doors at the end of the corridor and let them walk in first, then followed them.

“Morning ladies – do yourselves a favour, and shut the fuck up as you put your hands in the air.”

The three stared at the man standing in front of them, wearing a blue boiler suit, a black wool balaclava over his head so that only his eyes and mouth were showing – and the sawn-off shotgun that he cradled in his gloved hands, the end pointing at all three of them.

“You heard me, you stupid cows – hands in the air RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!”

“Oh my god,” Mable whispered as she slowly raised her hands, the other two doing the same as the man smiled – a thin, dangerous smile.

“That’s better – phones, where are they?”

“Innnn… In my pocket,” Doris whispered, the other two nodding.

“Right – left hand only, take them out and throw them over there,” the masked man said as he waved the gun to the side of the room, all three of them nodding as their mobile phones hit the solid floor and skidded along.

“Good,” he said with a smile, “now, you’re not going to give us any trouble, are you?”

“Us?” Holly looked to the side as two more men came out, dressed and masked in the same way.

“What we go there then?”

“Three GILFs,” the armed man said, “and they came to clean up. Well, they’re going to have a very different night, I promise you all. Get the rope – we can start by making sure they can’t stop us.”

One of the men went off, returning with lengths of rough brown rope as the armed man covered the three women. “Right - which of you cows is going to be first?”

“Now see here…”

“Thank you,” he said as the man went behind Holly and pulled her arms down and behind her, crossing her wrists before she felt the rough rope on her bare wrists as they were bound tightly together. She grunted as the thin cords went between her wrists, then watched as the masked man took Mable’s arms behind her and started to bind her wrists together as well.

“Look,” Doris said quietly, “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but…” She then watched the armed man as he walked forward and pressed the end of the shotgun against her mouth.

“Did I say you could talk?”

Doris shook her head as he said “well then, keep those lips closed until I find something better for you to do with them. Bind her as well.”

Doris watched him, his clear blue eyes almost shining as she felt her own hands being taken behind her back, and the rope rubbing on her bare wrists as they were forced together. It was tight, and she was worried about what was going to happen after this…

Flexing her fingers, she watched the masked man as he aimed the gun at each of them in turn. “This hurts,” Mable whispered.

“Really? Well you’d better think about that, lady,” the man said, Doris and Holly watching as a much longer length of rope was passed round Mable and pulled tight, forcing her arms against her sides below her chest. The masked man was smiling as he wrapped the rope around her again and again, Mable seeing her chest forced up and out as her arms were almost fixed to her sides.

“Oh my god,” she whispered as he pulled the rope tighter, and then she felt him securing it behind her back as she looked at the other two. The ropes were so tight, her coverall was threatening to lose a button.

“You sick bastard,” Holly said, “you don’t have to…”

“Shut it,” the masked man whispered into her ear as she felt the ropes forcing her won arms against her sides, “or I make sure you never say anything ever again.” Holly swallowed, trying not to cry as the ropes constricted her upper body, the top button of her own coverall coming open as the material weas stretched over her now far more prominent chest.

“What… What are you going to do to us,” Holly finally said as she felt the rope round her own upper body as well, forcing her arms and stopping them from moving round.

“Good question – and you cunts will find out soon enough,” the armed man said as the ropes were pulled tighter, and then secured behind her. She glanced down as her own overall was pulled to the sides, before she looked at the other two women.

“Does your mother know you talk like that,” Mabel said – but then she said “what the hell are you…”

“Shut the fuck up,” the masked man said as he took Mabel through one door, Holly watching before she was taken by the arm and frogmarched in a different direction.

The armed man smiled as he put the gun down, and walked over, pulling Doris’ overall to the side before he said “all alone now – and nobody is coming to your aid. So, what do I do with a mature cow such as you?”

“If you’re going to tie me up and gag me, just get it over with,” Holly said quietly.

“Now that would not be fun, would it,” he said as he reached round and pulled Doris towards him, his hands gripping her bottom and squeezing as he started to kiss her neck.

“Fuck…”

“Only if you want me to,” the man whispered into her ear as his hands groped her bottom, and then he reached round and pulled her skirt down, the material falling to the floor as he groped the bare skin of her butt cheeks. Doris shook her head, as she whispered “please, don’t…”

“Relax,” the man said as he let her go, and picked up a length of brown rope from a table on the side, doubling it over before he fed it under the bands of rope between her breasts, “this is going to be fun.”

“What is,” Doris whispered as he smiled – and then pulled the rope down, the bands round her chest tightening as they constricted round the base of her breasts. Doris moaned as he did this, and then watched as he walked behind her.

“Oh god – please, no…”

“Yes,” he whispered into her ear as she felt the rope pressing on her panties, rubbing against her as he pulled it violently up, and then felt him secure it against her back somewhere. His hands then came round and groped her chest, sinking into the soft material of her jumper as Doris realized just how her body was stating to react, how firm her breasts were, now she could see her nipples poking up through the jumper.

“Now,” the man whispered into her ear, “can you guess what I want you to do…”

Mabel twisted round as she was pushed into the office, the masked man grinning as he looked at her.

“Please, I don’t know what you are thinking of doing…”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said quietly as he stood in front of her, and then pulled open her overall, Mable blushing as he revealed her black bra and panties underneath. The man smiled, and then pushed Mable into a chair, smiling as he grabbed from the desk more of the brown rope. She watched as he pulled her left ankle to the side and secured it to the front leg of the chair, making sure the binding was tightly cinched. He pulled her right ankle to the other side, Mable sweating as that ankle was secured in the same way, her legs spread open as he knelt between them, his hand gently stroking up her clit as she shivered.

“OH my – do you know how damp you are there?”

“Please…”

“OH you do – let me show you,” he whispered as he produced from a pocket a flick knife, Mabel’s eyes opening wide as he opened it and then cut her panties away. He folded them in his gloved hands and then inhaled, before he said “open wide.”

“No…”

“You don’t understand, do you,” he said quietly as he grabbed her hair and pulled it, Mabel opening her mouth to scream but her voice silenced as he pushed the damp panties in. “You have no fucking choice in what I do. But let me assure you of one thing.”

He went to the desk and picked up a roll of clear tape, tearing the end free and then wrapping it tightly round her head, covering her mouth as he did so. Mabel moaned as he said “I prefer men – but there is something I do like to do.”

“whtsthtth?”

“This,” he said as he knelt between her legs again, and moved his head forward, Mabel looking down and then closing her eyes as she felt his lips on hers, felt his tongue stroking and working on her. It was a shock, a sensation she had not experienced for so many years, and it felt so good…

He kept going as she felt the dampness between her legs, and then he looked up and said “they say the older you are, the better the feeling. Is that true?”

“Hruhhh… Hruuhghnnhthfhkmh?”

“Not in the way you are thinking,” he said as he stood up, Mable watching as he walked to the side and picked up what looked like a long rod. As he got closer, she saw it was a wooden baton sound – and then closed her eyes and screamed as he pushed it into her, moving it to and fro as the wood rubbed inside her, finding those spots long forgotten, making her feel so different…

“HMshhhtlhtrddd….”

Her eyes shot wide open as her whole body shook, the orgasm taking her completely by surprise as she screamed into her panties, the tape muffling nay other noise as the man looked at her…

Holly was crying as she was pushed into the conference room, her attacker forcing her over to the table in the middle before he made her bend over, her chest and face hitting hard on the wooden surface.

“What… What are you going to do to me,” she whispered as the masked man stood behind her. “where are my friends?”

“Oh don’t worry about them,” he said with a laugh, “you need to prepare yourself.”

“For what,” Holly said quietly as she felt his gloved hands massaging her bottom. His grip was strong, as fleeting memories of her youth returned…

“What’s wrong, bitch – nobody ever done this to you?”

“Done what OW!” The slap of the leather gloved hand on her bottom took Holly by surprise, as she felt the burning.

“Can’t have you making any noise – gonna use this,” she heard the man say as her head was pulled back, and she saw the yellow duster in his gloved hand.

“No, please, you don’t hffthddthshmmnnhh” Holly mumbled as the cloth was pushed into her mouth, filling the space as her cheeks were forced out, the edges sticking out from between her lips.

“Better – but that needs to stay in there,” he said as she saw the doubled over rope, and then felt it pulling back the corners of her mouth as it was tied round her head, forcing the cloth against the back of her throat. She tried to calm herself, trying no tot vomit at the sensation – and then she let out a muffled scream as her overall was pulled open and then thrown up over the back of her head.

She felt the gloved hand on her bottom – and then the sharp pain as she was smacked, before the same hand rubbed gently over it. She closed her eyes, the helplessness of her situation overwhelming her as she felt the smack.

The caress.

The Smack.

The Caress.

“Do you like this, bitch,” the man whispered into her ear, Holly shaking her head as she tried to deny to herself how she was feeling.

“I see – then we must try harder.”

“WhtduhmhhnNNHHHH!”

She turned her head to see the masked man flexing the long metal bar, and then felt the smack of metal on her bottom as she moaned. There was something else going on here – she could feel the slow flow of fluid down the inside of her leg, the dampness in her panties with each stroke, the burning in her butt cheeks…

“Whtshhphnhnthmh…”

“I’ll tell you what’s happening,” he growled, I’m turning you on, isn’t that right you fuck machine?”

Holly shook her head, but as she was whacked with the steel ruler again, she felt the burning – and then the slip of her panties down her legs, before they were kicked apart as the gloved hands caressed her red, burning flesh.

As he looked at her, he smiled as he dropped his own pants, and came closer.

“FHKKKNHHHH!”

Holly raised her head and screamed as she felt the intrusion into her, felt the pain, and felt at the same time a sense of ecstasy as he grabbed her chest and thrust himself forward. She could feel the throbbing where it should not be, and she knew she could not stop him as he thrust to and fro, felt it grow in there, felt the pleasure growing in her.

And yet, she did not want it to stop…

“FUHHKNHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She screamed as the pressure burst, and she felt the flow into her as her body shook, and she felt the fire inside her as well. It seemed to last an eternity, until she fainted on the table – unaware as the masked man pushed her forward on the table, and bound her ankles and legs before he pulled her feet back and tied them to her chest ropes…

“Now isn’t that better?”

“Fhkuuhhh,” Doris said as she looked up at his masked face. He had made her kneel down before she felt the rope round her ankles, forcing them together as he made sur e it was as tight as possible before he secured her legs below her knees. She had tried to move, hearing the squeak of leather on leather, but then he had pulled her overall off her shoulders, her skirt down to her knees, and there was one more rope.

The rope he held in his gloved hand as he stood there, Doris’ lips over his engorged cock as she knelt there. He looked at her and smiled as he said “you know what you have to do, don’t you?”

Doris slowly nodded as she pulled her head back and then forward, sucking as her tongue wrapped round the base of his cock. It was salty and sticky, but there was no denying it was there, pressing her tongue down, throbbing as it grew larger in there. He was responding to her attentions – and what was worse (or better, she was so confused) he was pulling on the rope in his gloved hand.

The rope that was attached to the one between her legs.

The rope that was pressing against her bare clit now that he had cut away her panties, rubbing between them as her body started to shake. She sucked harder, hoping that would make him stop, but it just made it grow larger, made the throbbing grow stronger, and he pulled the rope faster between her legs.

She knew this was wrong, knew this should not be happening, and yet she was wanting what was happening, despite the way she felt so humiliated at what had happened to her.

She wondered where Mabel and Holly were – she had heard some muffled noises, but she prayed they were safe, they had not been violated, that…

“Wthshshphnhn?”

She felt the jerk as his cock now filled her mouth, realized the throbbing seemed to have reached a peak on her tongue – and her whole body was starting to shake as she felt the dampness between her legs. She knew what was coming as the electricity ran up and down her spine, knew it was going to change her, but at that point, as he jerked again in her mouth and she tasted the salty discharge, she knew it was going to happen, and nothing would…

“HNMMMMMMMMMMMMM”

The flow hit the back of her throat with the intensity of a water jet, as Doris tried to swallow as much as she could, afraid of what might happen if she did not. At the same time, there was a feeling of intense pleasure building inside her, and then her eyes opened wide as her whole body shook in time to his giving.

The flow just seemed to continue as she swallowed as much as she could, before she finally felt it contract and she moved her hair back.

“Now wasn’t that fun?”

“Go to hell, you sick pervert,” Doris whispered as he wiped her chin with her panties.

“Nah – but you can stay here,” he said before he stuffed her panties into her mouth, Doris tasting herself on them before she heard the ripping sound, and he wound the packing tape round her head. He covered her mouth and chin, the tape pressing in on her cheeks and then covering her eyes after she closed them, before he pushed her onto her stomach and pulled her ankles back.

She felt him attaching a rope to her ankles – and then squealed as she tried to move, and she realized which rope he had used. Despite that, she kept moving her legs as she heard the voices.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah – so did they.”

“Good – got the papers?”

“Got them – come on, let’s get out of here.”

All Doris could do was moan as the cords rubbed between her lips, and she heard the footsteps, praying her friends were as safe as she was now…

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