Lesbian Lawyer Promotion ordeal

In the heart of the bustling city, Tessa Hartwell was known as a force to be reckoned with. Her sharp intellect and unyielding spirit had earned her a reputation that resonated through the gleaming corridors of Hartwell, Castellanos, and Reed - the most prestigious law firm in town. At just 28, she had already carved out a niche for herself, handling high-profile cases with the finesse of a seasoned professional. Her office was a testament to her success, adorned with awards and framed diplomas that cast a soft glow under the ambient lighting.
Tessa's personal life was equally notable. As a proud goldstar lesbian, she walked with a confidence that seemed to challenge the very fabric of societal norms. Her tailored suits and crisp white shirts were a declaration of her identity, one that she wore unapologetically. Her colleagues knew her as a pillar of strength, someone who would stand up for what she believed in, both in and out of the courtroom.
The office buzzed with excitement as the annual Christmas party approached. It was an event everyone looked forward to, a night of celebration and letting loose after a year of hard work. Tessa, however, had always felt a slight disconnect from these gatherings, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and dread. She had always been the subject of whispers and knowing glances, an outsider in a sea of heteronormativity.
Yet, she had a plan to make this year different. With her girlfriend, Rachel, by her side, Tessa was determined to claim her space among the firm's elite. Rachel, a successful artist, had a charm that could melt the iciest of hearts. Together, they were the epitome of power and beauty, a couple that could not be ignored. The party was to be their grand debut, a chance to show everyone that love knew no boundaries, not even in the cutthroat world of corporate law.
As the night of the party drew near, Tessa felt a strange tension in the office. The usually jovial banter had turned into hushed conversations that ceased the moment she walked by. The glances from the partners grew longer, more predatory, and she could almost taste the malicious intent in the air. Still, she dismissed it as mere paranoia. These were her colleagues, after all.
The evening of the party, the office transformed into a winter wonderland. The grand hall was decked with lights, a towering Christmas tree, and a spread of food and drinks that could rival any five-star restaurant. The partners, Mr. Hartwell, Mr. Castellanos, and Mr. Reed, greeted the employees with forced smiles and insincere pleasantries. Tessa felt their eyes linger on her, their greasy hands brushing against her as if they owned her. Rachel looked stunning in a red dress that hugged her curves, a stark contrast to Tessa's black and white attire, and together they cut through the small talk with ease.
As the night progressed, Tessa was summoned to the boardroom by the partners with a gesture that seemed more like a command than an invitation. Her heart racing with excitement, she walked away from Rachel, who was busy charming the paralegals with tales of her latest art exhibition. The door to the boardroom closed with a heavy thud behind her, and she took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of what lay ahead.
The tension was palpable as the partners sat around the mahogany table, their faces a masquerade of professionalism that barely concealed their lecherous intentions. They locked the door and began to speak of her future at the firm, praising her work and hinting at a promotion that could only be sealed by one final act of loyalty. Tessa felt a kn*t in her stomach, an uneasy sense that something was off. But she was Tessa Hartwell, a woman who had faced down adversaries much more intimidating than these three.
The room was soundproof, a cold fact that seemed to amplify the silence as the partners revealed their true motives. They spoke of a tradition, one that had taken place at every Christmas party for decades. A tradition that would see Tessa become their entertainment for the night. Their words were like a sledgehammer to her soul, shattering her illusions of a professional environment into a million jagged pieces. Rachel's laughter from the main hall seemed to echo through the walls, a cruel reminder of the joy that lay just beyond this chamber of horrors.
Her eyes darted to the windows, the only connection to the outside world. Nine floors below, the city lights twinkled, oblivious to the horror that was about to unfold. She thought of escape, but the reality was stark. If she didn't play along, her career would be over, her reputation in tatters. But if she did, she would be giving in to their depraved desires, compromising everything she believed in. The weight of the decision bore down on her like the heavy silence that filled the room.
Mr. Hartwell leaned forward, his beady eyes piercing through her. "You know what you have to do, Tessa," he said, his voice a slithering whisper. Mr. Castellanos and Mr. Reed nodded in agreement, their hungry gazes devouring her as if she were a piece of meat. The men around the table grew impatient, their smirks turning to scowls.
Tessa's mind raced, trying to find a way out. She felt a surge of anger, a burning desire to fight back, but she knew that would only make things worse.
"Get on your knees, Tessa," Mr. Hartwell ordered, his smirk widening as he took in the look of helplessness on her face. His voice was a chilling echo in the otherwise silent room. Mr. Castellanos and Mr. Reed nodded in eager agreement, their own smirks twisting into sinister grins as they watched her weigh her options. The air grew thick with anticipation, the scent of their cologne mingling with the faint scent of fear that emanated from Tessa. She could feel their eyes on her, hungry and triumphant, as they waited for her to comply.
Her knees trembled as she lowered herself to the cold, hard floor. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to scream. Rachel's voice, distant but clear, s*ng out from the party outside, a stark reminder of the world she had left behind. The partners' grins grew wider, their victory almost tangible as they began to circle her like vultures around a carcass.
Tessa searched for a shred of power, something she could use to her advantage. She met Mr. Hartwell's gaze, her own eyes flashing with defiance. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "You know you want it," he whispered, his hand reaching out to caress her face. She recoiled, her stomach turning at his touch. But she also knew that she had to play along, to survive this nightmare.
Her mind racing, she took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Gentlemen," she said sweetly, her voice a sharp knife slicing through the tension. "If this is what it takes to prove my loyalty, then let's get this over with."
As Mr. Hartwell leaned in, his hand reaching for her zipper, Tessa's mind reeled with the horror of their depraved intentions. They had planned this meticulously, down to her most vulnerable moment - her peak of fertility. A twisted sense of power played in their eyes, knowing they had her trapped. The room spun around her, the floor seemingly made of ice as she felt the warmth of her own fear.
Her heart hammered in her chest, a drumbeat of desperation as she searched for an escape, any escape. Her eyes fell on the digital clock on the wall, the red numbers glaring back at her like a countdown to doom. She had to keep them talking, buy herself some time. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling but steady. "Just tell me what you want."
Mr. Castellanos spoke up, his voice a low growl. "We want to see what you've been keeping from us, Tessa. That sweet lesbian pussy of yours. We want to show you the real meaning of pleasure." His words were like acid, burning through her resolve. Rachel's laughter outside grew fainter, a mocking echo of the happiness she had felt moments ago.
Mr. Reed unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hairy chest that made her want to gag. "We've had our eye on you for a while now," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It's time you knew what a real man can do." His hand reached for his belt, and Tessa knew she was out of time.
Mr. Hartwell had moved so quickly she barely had time to react. His hand clamped around the back of her head, forcing it down towards his crotch. She felt the cold metal of his zipper against her forehead before his engorged member sprang free. The scent of his unwashed flesh filled her nose, making her eyes water. She choked back a scream as the head of his penis pushed against her clenched lips, demanding entry.
The taste of him was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was bitter, almost metallic, and she could feel the coarse hairs of his pubic region brushing against her cheeks. She struggled, her jaw aching from the force of his intrusion. He groaned with pleasure, his hand tightening in her hair as he thrust deeper. The other partners watched, their eyes gleaming with excitement, as they unbuckled their belts and unzipped their pants in unison.
Tessa's mind was a whirlwind of panic and revulsion. She thought of Rachel, of the life they could have had together if she had just said no to this job. But she had wanted to prove herself, to show that she was more than just a pretty face in a sea of suits. Now, she was just another conquest for these monsters in disguise. Her eyes watered as she tried to keep her mouth tight around his shaft, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of her gagging. But she knew that the worst was yet to come.
Mr. Hartwell's moans grew louder as she worked, his hand pumping her head faster and faster. She felt bile rising in her throat, the taste of him overpowering every thought she had. In that moment, she wished she could be anywhere else, doing anything else but this. But she was trapped, a plaything for these powerful men who saw her as nothing more than a means to an end.
The sound of zippers echoed around the room as Mr. Castellanos and Mr. Reed stepped closer. She knew what they wanted, and the thought of their filthy cocks touching her made her stomach heave. But she had to keep playing along, had to find a way out of this.
As Mr. Castellanos's hand reached out to touch her shoulder, she shivered, the coldness of his grip sending a jolt of fear through her body. She took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand, and began to suck harder, hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible. Mr. Hartwell's grip loosened slightly, his breathing becoming ragged as he approached climax. Tessa closed her eyes, willing herself to disconnect from the situation, to become nothing more than a vessel for his depravity.
The moment came suddenly, a hot, sticky spurt of semen hitting her tongue, followed by another that spattered across her cheek. She gagged, her eyes watering, as he emptied himself into her mouth. He withdrew with a satisfied grunt, leaving her panting and humiliated. The warmth of his release coated her face, a sticky reminder of her new role in their twisted game.
The other two partners stepped forward, their erections bobbing with anticipation. Tessa felt a wave of nausea wash over her, the taste of Mr. Hartwell's cum a bitter reminder of her newfound fate. She knew she had to keep going, to survive the night. She took a shaky breath and opened her mouth again, bracing herself for the onslaught.
Mr. Castellanos was the next to approach, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. With a smirk, he took the end of the tie and looped it around her throat, pulling her to her feet. His grip was tight, almost painful, as he whispered, "You're going to love this, darling." His hand slithered up her back, finding the zipper to her dress. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine as he pulled it down, the fabric pooling around her ankles.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized there was nothing under her dress but her own bare skin, after Rachel had joked with her about VPL now turned into a twisted reality. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of the partners' lust and her own fear. She was completely exposed, her breasts heaving with every panicked breath she took. Rachel's teasing words echoed in her mind, a taunt from a world that now felt a million miles away.
The other two men stepped closer, their eyes devouring her like hungry predators. Mr. Reed's hand reached out, cupping one of her breasts roughly. She winced at his touch, the roughness of his skin against hers a stark contrast to Rachel's gentle caress. Mr. Castellanos tugged at the tie, pulling her closer to his body, his cock pressing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of his desire, the pulsing need that was about to claim her.
Her mind raced, searching for an escape, but her body was on autopilot, responding to the horror unfolding before her. She allowed herself to be led to the conference table, her legs shaking with each step she took. The coldness of the wood against her skin was a stark contrast to the fire in her heart. Rachel's laughter still rang in her ears, a mocking symphony of happiness and love, a stark contrast to the hell she now faced.
Mr. Castellanos pushed her onto the table, the sound of her knees hitting the wood echoing through the room. She felt the tie tighten around her neck, a silent promise of what was to come. His hands were everywhere, touching, gr*ping, claiming her body as his own. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of the situation, but the feeling of his hot breath on her skin only served to remind her of her vulnerability.
The sound of a belt unbuckling made her stomach drop. She knew what came next, the ultimate violation of her body and soul. The tip of Mr. Castellanos's cock brushed against her cheek, a slimy promise of pain and degradation. She felt a tear slip down her face, a silent plea for this to end. But she knew there was no escape. This was the price she would have to pay for her ambition.
Mr. Castellanos leaned in, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. "You're going to be our little Christmas slut, aren't you?" His voice was a growl, a declaration of ownership. Tessa's body recoiled, her mind screaming in protest. But she knew that resistance was futile. She was theirs for the taking.
The pressure around her neck increased, cutting off her air supply as Mr. Castellanos positioned himself between her legs. She felt his cock press against her, the head of it nudging at her entrance. She knew this was it, the moment she would be torn apart by the men she had once respected. Her mind went to Rachel, the love they shared, the life they could have had together. It was all slipping away, replaced by a night of unspeakable horror.
With a grunt, Mr. Castellanos thrust into her, the pain ripping through her like a knife. She bit back a scream, her eyes watering from the pressure. His thrusts grew stronger, each one pushing her further into the table, her body bruising under the onslaught. She could feel Mr. Reed's eyes on her, his hands exploring her body as if she were a piece of art. The tie around her neck tightened, the world growing darker as she struggled to breathe.
Her mind grew hazy, the pain becoming a dull throb as Mr. Castellanos's grunts grew louder. She felt herself slipping away, the room spinning as the tie around her neck tightened.
But amidst the horror, she felt something she had never expected. Her body, which had been so loyal to Rachel and her love, began to respond to the abuse. A treacherous warmth spread through her, her muscles clenching around Mr. Castellanos's cock in a way that was eerily similar to the way she would clench around Rachel's fingers. It was as if her body was trying to find some semblance of pleasure in this depravity. She felt a sickening wave of shame wash over her, her mind reeling from the betrayal.
Tessa bit her lip hard, the pain grounding her in reality. She could not let them win, not like this. She had to find some way to fight back, to show them she was more than just their plaything. With a surge of strength, she reached down and grabbed the tie around her neck, loosening it just enough to let in a gasp of air. She looked up at Mr. Castellanos, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation.
He smirked, his hand moving from her neck to her clit, his thick fingers teasing the sensitive bud with a cruel finesse. A moan tore from her throat, and she felt herself betray her own resolve, her body responding despite her mind's screams for it to stop. The sight of his satisfaction only fueled her anger, her nails digging into the conference table as she tried to push away from him. But his grip was like iron, his fingers working her clit mercilessly.
Mr. Reed leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to come for us, Tessa. You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a taunt that sent shivers down her spine. She clenched her fists, her jaw set in a grim line of determination. Rachel's face swam before her eyes, her laughter from earlier now a distant memory. She had to keep fighting, had to find a way to end this.
Tessa felt Mr. Castellanos's hand snake down between her thighs, his fingers probing her folds with a roughness that made her squirm. His touch was alien, a violation she had never imagined enduring. Yet, as his thick digits found her clit, she felt a spark of arousal, a traitorous response that made her want to weep. "Look at her," Mr. Reed sneered, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "She's loving it, just like a good little slut should."
Her cheeks burned with humiliation, her eyes squeezed shut as Mr. Castellanos's thumb circled her clit, pressing down with a force that made her gasp. "You're going to come for us," Mr. Reed repeated, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to cum on his cock like the whore we know you are." The words stung, each one a lash against her pride, worse still she could feel her orgasm building and knew he was right.
Her body began bucking against them, a wild, uncontrolled movement that spoke of the internal war she was fighting. Her mind screamed for it to stop, for her body to betray these monsters, but it was too late. The pleasure was rising, a dark wave threatening to crash over her. Rachel's face grew clearer in her mind's eye, her laughter now a haunting melody that seemed to beckon her back to the safety of their love.
The pain in her throat grew more intense as the tie tightened again, Mr. Hartwell watching her with a twisted smile. His hand reached up to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him as Mr. Castellanos fucked her harder, his thumb moving in a relentless rhythm. She could feel the pressure building, the orgasm she had been fighting against now a runaway train barreling towards her.
"Look at me, Tessa," he ordered, his voice a cold command that she couldn't ignore. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a mix of anger and despair. "You're going to cum for us," he said, his eyes boring into hers. "You're going to show us what a good little slut you can be." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a twisted thrill that she despised herself for feeling.
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as Mr. Castellanos grunted in satisfaction. The tie around her neck grew slack as she took in a deep, shaky breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure she hadn't wanted to feel. Rachel's image grew fainter, replaced by the cold reality of the room around her, the three men standing over her like conquerors over their prize.
Mr. Castellanos pulled out, his cock slick with her wetness. He stepped back, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Now, let's see how much you really love that lesbian cunt of yours," he said, gesturing to Mr. Reed. She felt the warm stickiness of Mr. Hartwell's cum on her face as he stepped back, his own smile a twisted mirror of his partner's.
Mr. Reed stepped forward, his cock standing tall and proud. He was thicker than Mr. Castellanos, and the sight of him made Tessa's stomach clench in fear. But she knew she had to endure, had to find some way to survive this. Rachel's love was her beacon in the darkness, the reason she couldn't just let go.
He pushed into her with a brutal force that made her scream, the sound muffled by Mr. Castellanos's hand over her mouth. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one driving home the reality of her situation. But as her body began to adjust to the new intrusion, she felt something stirring within her.
It was a dark thrill, a twisted sense of power that grew with each degrading word they whispered in her ear. Tessa hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded. She knew she liked to be in control, but there was something about this powerlessness that sent a thrill through her veins, a feeling she had never experienced with Rachel.
The men around her watched with hungry eyes, their hands roaming her body, touching her in ways that she had never allowed before. Rachel's face grew distant in her mind, replaced by the need to satisfy these men. She felt their hands on her, their cocks inside her, and with each stroke, she felt a strange sense of belonging.
Her body betrayed her, her muscles clenching around Mr. Reed's shaft, urging him deeper. She knew she liked it, craved it even, the way they used her. The way they talked to her, the way they treated her like nothing more than a receptacle for their lust. It was sick, twisted, but it was what she needed in that moment.
The room grew hazy as she succumbed to the depraved pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The line between love and hate blurred, Rachel's voice a distant whisper amidst the grunts and moans of the men. Her orgasms were like a dark symphony, each one more powerful than the last, leaving her trembling and broken on the conference table.
And then, at last, Mr. Reed pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness. With a snarl of triumph, he spurted his load all over her body, painting her in a thick, white coat of his dominance. The warmth of his cum washed over her, a stark contrast to the coldness she felt inside. She watched with a detached fascination as it pooled in her belly button, trickling down her sides like a perverse form of body paint.
The room was silent, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the men and the distant echoes of the party outside. Tessa felt like a ragdoll, used and discarded, her body aching from their abuse. But as Mr. Castellanos and Mr. Hartwell stepped back to admire their handiwork, she felt a spark of rebellion. This was not who she was, not who she would become.
Her eyes, once filled with fear and anger, now burned with a cold, calculating rage. She had played their game, but she had not lost. Not yet. With a strength she didn't know she had, Tessa pushed herself off the table, her body sticky with cum and sweat. She looked at the men, their smug expressions slowly fading as they realized the error of their ways.
"You think you've won," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "But you've just signed your own death warrants." Her eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, the red numbers taunting her with the time she had lost. But she knew she had one final card to play.
Mr. Castellanos took a step towards her, his hand outstretched as if to calm a wild animal. "Now, now, Tessa," he began, his voice patronizing. "We know you enjoyed that."
"Enjoyed it?" she scoffed, her voice a deadly whisper. "You r*ped me." The word hung in the air, a cold, hard truth that seemed to suck the air from the room.
Mr. Castellanos's smug expression faltered, his hand still extended with the contract. "Tessa," he began, his tone slipping into a patronizing purr. "We're giving you an opportunity here. You're now an Associate, your salary has tripled."
Her eyes narrowed as she took the contract, the pages feeling like they were coated in their slime. She scanned the document, her heart racing as she processed the words. It was true, she had been promoted, but at what cost? Rachel's laughter from the party seemed to echo through the room, a mocking reminder of the life she had left behind.
"Do you do this to the men?" she demanded, her voice shaking with rage.
The partners exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing wider as they realized she had no intention of backing down. "Yes," Mr. Hartwell said, his voice a low chuckle. "But it's different with them. They're not like you, Tessa."
The revelation hit her like a slap in the face. "You disgust me," she spat, throwing the contract back at them. It fluttered to the ground like a lifeless bird, a symbol of the freedom she had lost.
Mr. Castellanos's smile grew cold. "Sign it," he said, his voice a command. "Or we'll make sure you never work in this town again. And Rachel," he added, her name a sneer. "We'll make sure she knows exactly what kind of whore you are."
The room spun, the walls closing in as she stared at the contract, her hands shaking.
Mr. Castellanos's hand was a vice around her thigh, his thumb stroking her swollen, abused cunt. The motion was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the pain and anger that swirled within her. She could feel the wetness that coated her, a mix of her own arousal and the men's cum. It was a cold reminder of her humiliation, a silent testament to her body's treacherous response to their abuse.
With a deep breath, Tessa picked up the pen, her hand steadying as she signed her name on the dotted line. Each stroke of the pen was like a nail in the coffin of her dignity, but she knew she had to survive, to fight another day.
"You're a smart girl," Mr. Reed said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched her. His cock, still half-hard, pointed at her like an accusation. She knew he was enjoying this, relishing in the power he had over her. She didn't dare look at Mr. Hartwell, unable to face the man who had brought her into this world of pain and degradation.
But she could feel his eyes on her, his hunger unsated. The thought of Rachel, her Rachel, finding out about this night was unbearable. The love they shared, the life they had built together, all of it could be torn apart by the words on this page. Yet, she had no choice. She had to play their game, at least for now.
As she set the pen down, Mr. Castellanos withdrew his hand, leaving her feeling empty and used. The partners leaned back, their expressions smug as they tucked the contract away. They had won this round, but Tessa vowed it wouldn't be the last.
"You'll go far here," Mr. Castellanos said, his voice a mockery of comfort. But Tessa knew better. She had signed away a piece of herself.
As the partners zipped up their pants and straightened their ties, Mr. Castellanos handed Tessa a pack of wet wipes with a flick of his wrist, his smile never faltering. The plastic crinkled in the silence of the boardroom, a stark reminder of her violation. She took them with trembling hands, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly began to wipe away the sticky residue of their lust. Each swipe brought a new wave of revulsion, but she forced herself to remain calm.
The coldness of the wipes against her skin was a jolting contrast to the heat of their touch. She scrubbed at her face, her neck, her breasts, her thighs, trying to erase every trace of them. The scent of their cologne clung to her, a cloying reminder of the night she would never forget. The act of cleaning herself felt almost ritualistic, a silent declaration of war against the men who had claimed her body.
Her movements grew more deliberate, almost mechanical, as she wiped away their cum, the rage in her heart burning brighter with every passing second. She would not let them see her break, not now, not ever.
When she was as clean as she could be, she stood up, the wet wipes crumpled in her fist. She looked at the three men, their smug expressions now tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I'm going to the bathroom," she said, her voice a low growl. "And then I'm going back to that party."
Mr. Hartwell stepped forward, his eyes hard. "Remember, Tessa," he warned. "What happens in this room, stays in this room."
"I'll remember," she said, her voice icy.