Bully Me Once

Fitting in was never easy for me. School was terrible in my formative years, and college was even worse. I made friends, but none I would keep close. My work life wasn't as bad as my primary years had been, but the results of the bullying I'd received still lingered in my everyday routines and relationships. I tended to let things happen more than I should've. Deep in my subconscious, I knew I enjoyed some level of pain.

Obviously, life wasn't all bad. I had my Labrador, Benson, and my cozy one-bedroom apartment. Yes, I was still single at thirty, but it didn't bother me much. I liked the alone time and preferred enjoying my hobbies to actual company. Standing up for myself took more energy than I wanted to spend, and I inevitably always had to. Most days, I spent time birdwatching and hiking in spring and Summer. In winter, I spent time indoors sewing or cooking the newest ingredient I had picked up.

Despite my harsh upbringing, my life was peaceful. That was until that fated day set me on a long path of sexual discovery. I can still vividly remember the morning I let "it" happen, though. We'll call it "the incident" as long as it stays between you and me. Of course it will. You wouldn't tell anyone, right?

That day started oddly. The perfect storm for "the incident" to culminate. My morning was rushed, the commute to work slow and noisy. Even logging in to my computer at the office was a hassle.

My coworkers Sarah and Tiffany mocked me from across the cubicles as I finally began to settle in for the shift. This happened often, so it really wasn't anything new. Ignoring them was always my best option, and that's what I decided to do... but they had other plans for me.

"Lynn, your hair looks good." Sarah snickered at me.

Her brown eyes flitted over my outfit with disgust. I wasn't sure what her obsession with tormenting me was. Instead of feeding into her, I rolled my eyes and went back to work. Neatly filing away my queues and trying hard not to react.

"Lynn. Is it true your still single?" Tiffany chimed in.

Her small stature and large doe-shaped eyes were an illusion. It made her seem sweet and soft, but she was the worst of the two. I hated Tiffany.

"I can see why."

Tiffany rose from her seat and walked towards me.

Her blue eyes met mine with a vicious ferocity, and I shuddered a little. Unsure of what she was going to do or say. Finding words for these situations had always been the flaw in my carefully curated personality. Plus, my kink for being bullied made the interactions... we'll say complex. Tiffany stopped a few inches from my chair. She stared down her nose and rested a hand on my shoulder. She leaned in close. Breath hot against my neck and ear.

"You make me sick Lynn. Don't use the bathroom today. Don't have lunch. Don't leave your desk."

"We don't want to have to see you at all."

She stood, straightening her shirt and smirked. Clearly enjoying her own cruelty.

"Better hold it."

I didn't say a word back. Inside, I was kicking myself for being so weak, but I knew reacting would only encourage her more. The two bitches snickered together until our first fifteen-minute break. My bladder was full. The pressure of holding it was starting to weigh on me, and I wondered why I was even listening.

Two cups of coffee were a poor choice for breakfast, I guess. By lunchtime, I was about to burst. My legs were almost trembling from the need to go, and I glanced over at Sarah and Tiffany. They seemed preoccupied. Perfect time to sneak away and pee quickly. No one would notice I was even gone.

The bathroom was empty when I arrived. Letting out a big sigh of relief, I found a stall and finally relieved the pressure of holding my bladder for so long. It felt silly now to have been afraid of her threats. Surely, they were just that. Threats.

I finished going and washed my hands as I gazed into the mirror. I examined the lines around my tired eyes. My frizzy hair balled up into an unimpressive bun. Yeah, maybe I did look frazzled today, but fuck them. Who were they? My thoughts wandered as I enjoyed the moment of peace and solitude. Wishing for the day to pass swiftly.

The bathroom door opened quietly behind me. A little too quietly. I heard the sound of heels clicking in my direction as I grabbed for the paper towels and tried to dry my hands a little faster so I could go back to my desk. Suddenly, I realized the amount of time that had passed while I stood here. Two pairs of heels clacked closer around the corner as I turned around to go.

It was Tiffany and Sarah. Both smiling devilishly as they approached me. They rounded off to stand on each side of me and grab an arm. It wasn't gentle either. Their nails dug into my soft flesh, and I froze.

Tiffany tsked and pushed her nails in harder. She watched me wince as she giggled. Sarah yanked me back against the sinks, and they both stood in front of me. I had nowhere to escape to.

"I told you to hold it Lynn. Are you really as dumb as you look bitch?"

Tiffany ran her nails down my forearm sharply and pushed her face close to mine.

"You're not a very good listener."

She spat in my face. Sarah chimed in with an evil giggle.

"We know why you're single Lynn."

Tiffany continued. Holding her hands against the waistline of my slacks now. Gripping me so hard I knew I wasn't going to be able to fight back, but oddly enough, a dark part of me didn't want to.

"You're a dyke, aren't you?"

Sarah snickered even louder. She blew air out of her nose and chortled. It wasn't that funny. She spat in my face as well. It rolled down my cheeks and chin obscenely, and the only thing I could do was close my eyes. Hoping to escape the two of them if I stayed still. If I didn't fight back, they'd leave me alone.

"Turn her around." Tiffany's voice was low now.

Her hands still gripping the waistband of my pants. Sarah spun me around, and they pushed my face down against the sink. I stuck my spit-covered cheek against the cold marble. I heard the two of them giggling louder as Tiffany's hands moved to the edge of my panties. Sarah's hands gripped the other side. I secretly wanted them to continue.

Sarah and Tiffany yanked up hard. The seat of my panties pushed into my pussy painfully as I felt them bunch around my clit and bite into my lips. Grunting with force as they dangled me there. The strength was terrifying, and I struggled to reach my feet back to the ground as I was pulled up higher and higher. The fabric stretched and tore under the assault, and my asshole burned from the fabric bearing into me. Tears formed in my eyes, but I tried so hard not to show it.

Sarah pulled down my jeans roughly as Tiffany held me in place. One hand on my panties and the other against my face.

"Show her what we do to dykes Sarah." Tiffany whispered.

"Should we show her how worthless she is, Tiff?"

Sarah sounded almost too excited as her hands ran over the exposed flesh of my ass. Softly at first, fingertips tracing along the curve of my cheeks before I felt a sharp slap. It resounded off the bathroom walls, and I jumped, startled. My panties tore into me deeper as Tiffany yanked them up above my breasts. I felt my pussy begin to swell inside of them. Tiffany tugged them up higher still. Nearly reaching my shoulders.

"Fuck. Ouch. Please." I started to beg quietly.

No reason not to speak up now. They didn't seem like they were going to stop.

"Shut the fuck up Lynn. We know you like it."

Sarah slapped my ass hard. Twice. I winced from the pain and immediately regretted my choice. Sarah took that as a sign to continue, and a barrage of rough slaps and pinches bruised my ass again. I whined louder this time. I hoped someone in the office would hear me, but no one did. It was just us three in here, and they were going to do what they wanted to me.

I guess I was going to let them. The wet mess I was making was surely evident now. Especially with my pussy being spread so aggressively by the taut fabric in between my lips.

Tiffany let go of the waistband of my panties and pushed me to the floor in between her and Sarah. They exchanged a glance, and my heart thumped faster and harder in my chest. I didn't know what was next, and my pussy was swollen from being smashed into my panties so haphazardly. The embarrassment of it all was more arousing than I could've ever anticipated.

Sarah knotted my hair around her hands suddenly. She laughed the whole time as she dragged me into a nearby stall. Tiffany walked behind us, eyeing me the whole time. She held open the door while Sarah dragged me in, locking it behind us as I went limp. I somehow knew what they were planning but didn't want it to be true.

"Put her head in. Clean this slut up." Tiffany leaned down to meet me at eye level.

Soft, gentle hands traced along my jawline and up to my lips. It was tender at first. Before I could enjoy Tiffany's kind gesture, she parted my lips and spit into my mouth.

It sat warm against my tongue, and I recoiled. Sarah's hands, still curled around my hair, had made it almost impossible to turn my head. Tiffany noticed my revulsion, and her eyes lit up. She leaned down again and opened my mouth with force this time. She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger tightly. She put her lips close to mine. The scent of her perfume filled my nose.

Rose and small hints of orange. I'll never forget that fragrance. A large rush of spit hit the back of my throat.

I tried to close my mouth and move from Tiffany's grasp. Instead, Sarah ripped my head back and added to the collection of liquid in my mouth. She let it dangle off her tongue before it splattered onto mine. Tiffany held my mouth closed and made me swallow. Blue eyes bright with wicked anticipation.

"Now put her in." Tiffany demanded.

Sarah pulled me closer to the toilet. I felt my body revolt against what was coming next, but my pussy leaked even more. Sarah pushed my face onto the porcelain. My lips touched the dirty seat, and I felt disgusted with myself for being turned on by it all.

Sarah put her lips to my ear and whispered.

"Lick the seat, you needy bitch."

"Anything to be accepted, huh?"

Shivers tingled down my body as her breath brushed against my neck. Still, I didn't stick my tongue out. Licking the seat was too far. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Despite the depravity of it all, I felt my clit swell hard. Throbbing and thumping with my heartbeat now.

"Lick the seat, or we push your head in Lynn." Tiffany moved to my side and knelt close.

"Be a good dyke and stick out your tongue, or I'll pull it out."

I knew Tiffany would, in fact, pull out my tongue, so I listened. I let the cold porcelain graze the tip of it. This was so degrading. The two women gleefully watched as Sarah pushed my face into the seat harder. My nose mushed against the toilet, and my tongue pressed against it fully. I could taste the salt and sweat as Sarah moved my face along the length of the seat. Circling it a few times before pushing me to the edge of it and dangling my head over the water.

Tiffany watched on eagerly. A hand in her pants as she rubbed and enjoyed the aroused confusion contorting over my face. I could feel my pussy growing wetter. The torn fabric of my panties barely concealed me anymore, and my jeans were tight around my ankles. The whole situation was turning me on more than I'd ever admit to anyone else.

Sarah's fingers gripped my bun tighter, and I felt her push me closer to the dirty water. My nose was just inches from touching it.

"Slurp it up for me Lynn. You only deserve the best."

Sarah dunked me in hard. My face rubbed against the curve of the toilet bowl. I struggled to set myself free, but Tiffany held onto my head with her free hand as well. The water splashed around my face as I writhed from left to right. It filled my mouth and nose; all I could taste was piss.

I could hear the muffled laughter of Sarah and Tiffany above me as they flushed the toilet. My loose hair swirled into the drain, and I pushed hard to get back out of the bowl. Sarah pulled me out, drenched. I gasped for air as they cackled at my struggle. All I felt before my head reached the bowl again was a sharp smack across my face. Barely registering the sting and the pain before my head was underwater once more.

I could feel my panties being torn all the way off of me as I writhed against the strong hands holding me down, gulping down more water and grasping at the sides of the toilet not to fall all the way in. My naked ass stuck to the cold floor. Water covered the entire front of my shirt. Soaking me in cold water. Sarah pulled me out once more. She held me up for a moment before she dropped me back to the floor with a hard push. I sputtered up water. Coughing and spitting as I curled up and waited for the bullying to continue.

My panties were around my ankles now. Pussy completely exposed and ass sore and bruised. My thighs were slick with my own mess.

"You needed a makeover."

Tiffany stood over me, enjoying my struggle.

I shut my eyes tight and tried to drift to some place better, even though my body was reacting way differently than my mind. I was hoping they wouldn't catch the cum soaking my lips or coating my thighs. Yeah, I was turned on. The smell of the bathroom floor was horrendous, and I was shivering from being soaked in that disgusting water.

Yet, all I could feel was my hole begging to be filled and my clit twitching painfully from the need for release. The sound of a zipper coming undone grabbed my attention, and I floated back into reality. Opening my eyes, I saw Tiffany pulling her tight jeans down her toned legs and pulling her blue thong to the side and straddling over my body.

A cute blonde bush peeked out from behind the thong, and I watched hypnotized as she pulled back her lips and spread her pussy. Small, pert clit, red and raised to attention. I could see the wetness on her lips and wondered if this was turning her on too. Tiffany grinned widely as she began to piss on my face. The shock of the warm liquid covering me overcame my senses. It flowed down over my eyes and into my mouth before I could close it.

"Pig bitch." Tiffany snarled.

"Open up."

I lay still and accepted it. I opened my mouth and decided they had to be done soon. Maybe if I listened really well, they would let me up. The hot stream filled my mouth as I gargled back Tiffany's hot piss. Sarah came to stand over me as well. The arousal was clear from her eyes. She met my gaze as the yellow liquid dripped down into my hair and puddled underneath me.

"Lynn. Is there anything you won't do?" Sarah spoke softly.

Tiffany finished and pulled her panties back into place. Leaning down to pull up her skin-tight jeans and step off to the side. Sarah took her place. Gazing down the length of my soaked body and winked at me.

A rough heel met my exposed cunt as Tiffany came around to squat over my face. She hunkered down and pushed her crotch so close I could barely breathe. The jeans scratched my skin, and I could smell her pussy through them. I'd never wanted to taste someone so badly.

Two hands reached for my thighs and spread my legs open. Tiffany's nails dug into the tender skin, and I tried to scream but could only open my mouth enough to have it filled with more of her body weight.

Sarah's foot pushed against my clit. The pressure hurt tremendously, and I could feel the heel of her shoe pushing into my hole. Tiffany began to hump my face. Breathing was difficult under her already. Back and forth she pushed her jeans against my mouth. I could almost feel her heartbeat against my tongue through the fabric.

"Look at how wet she is Tiff." Sarah's words stung.

They had noticed. Shit.

"What a slut!" Tiffany yelled out.

Laughing loudly and sinking the entire 6' of her heel into my pussy. The sharp tip broke past my tight, aching hole, and I let it happen because my body ached for it at this point. I was humiliated and ashamed. Why did this so damn turn me on?

Sarah pumped in and out of me a few times before pulling out and kicking me square in my clit. I screamed again, but Tiffany sat down harder on my mouth. Muffling any sounds I could make. All that came out were choked cries. My tears soaked Tiffany's jeans. She liked it, I could tell, and it turned me on even more.

"I have an idea Lynn."

"How about you rub your clit on camera for me since you're so desperate?"

"Then we'll let you go."

Tiffany's proposition sounded like a setup, but I needed to release so badly. My hole ached to be filled, and my clit longed to be touched softly.

I nodded underneath her, and she stood. The air felt amazing, and I sucked it down greedily. Not caring how ridiculous I looked. Makeup smeared all over my face. Tears streaked my cheeks and lipstick smudged along my mouth and chin.

Sarah ripped my slacks and panties off the rest of the way and stood back to watch the show. Tiffany pulled her phone out from her pocket and stood over me.

"Go ahead, you dumb dog bitch." She monologued.

"She's going to show us how desperate of a dyke she is. Isn't that right, Lynn?"

Tiffany's eyes were wide and almost sweet as she paused for my answer. I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say to that? With my legs spread wide open, I started to rub my clit. Wetting my finger first and then finding the swollen bundle of nerves. Finally. It felt amazing. After all of that, it did feel good to cum for them.

"Push your legs back further Lynn. Show me your wet little hole."

Doing as told, I pushed myself back further. I held my legs up, exposing as much of my pussy as I could. Sarah came over to join Tiffany. Watching as I desperately rocked on my hand to cum.

Sarah dropped her pants and panties. Stepping out of them gracefully and hung them neatly on the door hook. I stopped rubbing for a moment. Confused as to what she could want now. I was so close. I needed this.

Tiffany stepped off to make room for Sarah as she squatted over my exposed cunt. Her eyes probed over me with a deep disdain before she let a big stream of warm piss pour over my achy hole. I felt it splash down my clit and trickle inside of me. She grinned as my clearly confused body bucked and shuddered from the sensation. It was good, but at the same time it wasn't. She hated me, so why was I letting her piss on my pussy?

Honestly, I couldn't tell you, but I did. I let her cover me as I rubbed desperately under her. Tiffany's laugh was boisterous as she filmed it all. Convulsing and churning, I came hard. Rubbing my clit until I was moaning loudly. The waves of pleasure crashed down hard as my muscles clenched tight.

"Fuck!" I yelled out.

It echoed loudly, and I felt the terror of being caught like this creep over me. It would only take one coworker to see me here, and that'd be my job. Of course, Tiffany and Sarah would blame it all on me.

"Great job Lynn."

"This will be good to have on hand in case you ever want to tell anyone what we did here.."

Tiffany placed her phone back in her pocket and glanced down at me one more time.

"You're disgusting. Clean yourself up once in a while Lynn."

Sarah stood and began to dress as well. She avoided eye contact as she did.

"Lynn. We'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Sarah closed the stall door behind her. Leaving me in a puddle of piss and toilet water, soaked from head to toe. My hair was drenched, my shirt was ruined, and my panties were in shreds. At least they had left my pants intact.

I used my torn panties to clean up what evidence of this ever happened that I could. Sopping up the puddles, wringing them into the toilet, and trying my best to get it all clean. It wasn't working.

My knees and shoes slipped on the wet linoleum as I tried to stand, and my legs trembled. Tenderly, I dressed into my slacks. I wondered how in the hell I was going to get out of here like this.

My phone was at my desk, and I couldn't just walk in front of everyone covered in Tiffany and Sarah's mess. The only decision I had was to wait until closing hours and tell my boss I had a bad case of food poisoning.

The hours ticked by slowly as I waited, sitting on the hard toilet. My ass hurt from being spanked so hard. The bruises forming on my cheeks made it hard to sit properly. I was cold and humiliated, but I knew I had liked it too.

Finally, night came. The lights shut off and the building grew quiet. Now was my chance. I snuck out of the stall quietly. I looked around first to make sure no stray cleaners were left behind. As I made my way to my desk, the office was abandoned. Not a soul in sight. Only the soft glow of the monitors still yet to shut down and the soft hum of the ventilation system.

I retrieved my phone and took the elevator down to my car. Trying to shake off the anxiety of knowing Tiffany and Sarah had me under their thumb now. Checking my messages only confirmed my fears. The only notification I had was from an unknown number.

"Here's your copy Lynn. Just in case you wanted to see how filthy you are again and again. I know I do. Chat tomorrow."