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«Widow in bondage», Nathan Silvers

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CHAPTER ONE

Strong hands grabbed hold of Karen Anderson's arms the moment she stepped into her dead husband's office. She started to scream, but another hand closed tightly around her long, slender throat and cut off the cry. She struggled for a moment, but the pain in her arms and lack of oxygen soon quieted her. In the darkness she couldn't even see her attackers. Her husband's plant had always had top-notch security, how had someone managed to get inside and all the way into his office?

The lights came on, and now Karen wanted to scream even more. Standing in front of her was her husband's partner, Mark Drey!

Twisting her head around she saw that the man holding her from behind was the plant foreman, Wayne Waldheim. Just an hour before, as her first act as new head of her husband's company, she had presented Mark with a forced buy-out plan that would drive him from the company, and she had given Wayne his walking papers. She'd never liked either one of them.

"Let me go this instant!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth. Mark's hand around her throat was still blocking off most of her air, and she felt a little faint. "You two must be crazy as well as crooked and incompetent. I'll have you in prison for this!"

"You're a beautiful woman, Karen," Mark said mildly. He was a giant of a man with a full black beard and steely eyes. He owned parts of a hundred different companies. "Much better than your limp-pricked husband ever deserved. But you're a bitch, and you made a mistake when you fucked with me. Now I'm going to have to humble you!"

"What he means," Wayne drawled laconically from behind her, "is fuck your hot little ass into the dirt!"

Karen began to struggle again, her eyes widening and her heart hammering in her chest. They couldn't mean that. Trying to scare her into backing down was one thing, even breaking into her new office and trying to force her to listen to them. But rape? She couldn't believe that a man as powerful as Mark Drey would do something so stupid.

But she could see the lust in Mark's eyes and she knew they were serious. She'd seen this look before, from boys she wouldn't date in school, from men who came to see her dance before her marriage, from the men who worked for her husband.

It was a mix of lust and hatred, and though she'd always loved getting that look before, now she dreaded it, because unlike all the others, Mark could act on what he felt.

Mark smiled when he saw the dawning terror in Karen's eyes. He stepped back, surveying her openly, inspecting her body. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman.

She was tall, with a dancer's long, muscled legs and tight, taut ass. Her waist was narrow, her stomach cupping in beneath the cut of her ribs. Her tits, though not too large, thrust high and firm on her chest. She was sleek and tanned, made for sex, and Mark was going to put her to use.

Even her face was perfect. High cheekbones, full lips, blonde hair struck through with darker highlights. Her eyes were wide and brown, her nose long and straight.

Mark wanted to see her full lips straining around his cock. He wanted to see her perfect features dripping with his cum.

She wore pearls, a fluffy, pale-pink sweater, stylish pants in the same color, white three-inch heels. Mark took hold of the collar of her sweater with both hands and yanked down as hard as he could, ripping the front to shreds.

"No," Karen whimpered. They were actually going to fuck her. She could see it in their eyes. "Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell anyone!"

"Look at those tits," Mark sighed, ignoring her, and he grabbed one in each hand.

Karen almost never wore a bra. Now she wished she did as Mark abused her lush tits, squeezing them until her flesh bulged out between his fingers. Wayne was grinding against her from behind, and she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing her ass through the thin protection of her pants. She was surrounded by male flesh. She wished she were dead.


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