Blackmailed Manager - Gangbang

Author's Note: I've been having a tough time writing stories in Tagalog lately, so this one is in English. I'm more comfortable writing in English, so I hope you'll still enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Please be advised that the following work of fiction contains themes of rape. Any similarity to actual characters or situations is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

It's been a few days since I owned my sex slave. I've used her up in every way I could think of—whenever and wherever I say so. She prioritizes me over everything, and it's taken its toll on her own personal relationships. The boyfriend is becoming increasingly suspicious, and she's not certain how long she can keep lying and hiding the pains in her body and her emotional trauma. She has specific instructions to deny sex with her boyfriend because he might notice the occasional reddening and light brusing on her body. I try to minimize the damages to the goods; after all, I wouldn't want her all bruised up like a UFC fighter, bleeding and broken—no, I still want her skin smooth and overall sexy. Anyways, I told her they'd break up eventually, and I'd have to be her boyfriend for the rest of her life.

There was one fantasy that I haven't quite turned into reality, though: seeing her in a gangbang. She begged me not to involve other men in this for fear of contracting sexual diseases, but I don't care. Actually, I did, just not in a way that concerns her—I told my friends she's a high-end escort and needed medical certificates proving they didn't have any sexual diseases. They had themselves tested and gave me the results—everyone's safe. Again, I take good care of my product!

A few days later, it was T's birthday. Poor fuckwit hasn't had sex in years since his girlfriend left him, so I told him I got him a hooker as a birthday gift. He was okay with everyone else sharing the hooker. T was an otaku and frequented cosplay conventions. That's why I wasn't surprised when he put in a special request to have her dress up in a specific attire: a white short-sleeved traditional Japanese shirt, a black hakama with red linings, and black, red, and white in-step protectors. She also had to wear matching gray and white fingerless gloves with red and black knuckle guards and a white headband tied around her forehead. I didn't know what character he had her dress up as, but it must have been some femme fatale warrior or something.

F was a friend from high school. He's a high school dropout born into a rich family that spoils him and enables his laziness. The guy doesn't have a job and doesn't intend to do anything productive with his life. The guy just streams video games all day and doesn't even attempt to profit from it. His hygiene is terrible, and he has acne all over his face and looks more like a stinky, sweaty otaku than T.

I keep my social circle very small, so the few other friends couldn't come due to their own busy schedules. I needed at least one more guy to make this a gangbang—I couldn't participate, I wanted to watch. So, who else is there to invite but that guard from the office? He happily obliged, and I introduced him to my friends and claimed he was a friend from work.

We arrived at T's house. T had just finished setting up the table, and F was just there, bingeing on the foods ahead of everyone. They saw my slave and never took their eyes off her. They didn't expect that she was half Russian and half Filipina.

I have to give credit to her—she doesn't act forced or suspicious at all. She greeted everyone accordingly and wished T a genuine happy birthday. She was well-mannered the entire time, like a legitimate high-end escort.

We guys had our fill of foods, but I specifically instructed her not to eat. She has to be prepared for the gangbang later, and we wouldn't want her stomach filled with anything. Instead, we had her serve us our dishes, wash the plates, bring us beer, and all that jazz. When we finished our meal, the fun began.

We were still having a few drinks, and I kicked off the real party by having her do a sexy dance while stripping. I could tell it caught her off guard. I never told her about it in advance, so she wasn't prepared. It was an awkward, terrible dance, but it never ceases to amaze me how much power I have over her these days. She silently took off her garments one by one, obviously becoming more and more uncomfortable. Instinctively, she tried to cover her body parts. At this point, T found it odd and asked if this was her first time, since it was quite unusual for an escort to be so conservative. I stepped in and claimed it was all a ruse to tease us; she got the message, went along with it, and showed us all her private parts.

F butted in and requested a passionate kiss. Motherfucker has never been kissed and is an absolute virgin. My slave got on his lap and was just about to lean forward to kiss him, but F's tongue was already inside her mouth, cleaning every inch of it with his tongue while his hands massaged her breasts. It was so intense that my slave actually had to be pushed away a couple times to catch her breath.

Suddenly, F forced my slave to her knees and hastily took his boxers and underwear off. His dick was quite short, but the girth was actually respectable. He could definitely shave his pubic hair. My slave knew what she needed to do, but I can see her hesitation on her face. Cautiously, she licked the tip and gradually began sucking F's penis. T joked and asked when F had last showered—it had been two days. Gross. My slave fought through the disgust and didn't want to upset me as always, so she went ahead to lick and suckle F's balls while stroking his cock.

The guard rose from his seat and invited T to join him in the fun, joking that F might orgasm early and the gangbang would no longer be a gangbang. We all led the slave to T's bed.

T really had a fetish going on and requested we blindfold my slave. I was filming the entire thing, and all I could think of was that this was starting to look like JAV porn: a blindfolded slave was lying on the bed, and the three dudes crawled closer to her and started groping her everywhere. Not a single part of her was left unmolested by their hands.

Later, F began to suck, tug, and twist her nipples and boobs. The guard fucked her mouth, and T was eating her pussy. Eventually, my slave orgasmed, and the guys decided to spitroast her. She was still sucking the guard's dick, but F was underneath her, still sucking her nipples and fucking her pussy, while T fucked her in the ass.

The boys asked me how long the slave was supposed to stay; I said it was for the whole night. So, indeed, for the whole night, the boys would take turns playing with her body. They'd cum inside her, take a few hours to recover, and then fuck her again. Sometimes they'd just finger her, play with her tits, lick her anus, or stick fingers in her mouth. F was particularly obsessed with her nipples and boobs, though.

Meanwhile, T took pictures of her in all sorts of embarrassing poses. He even went on to watch some hentai with her, and they talked for hours about made-up scenarios you'd only see in hentai, asking her how she'd react in those situations, like a tentacle rape or being groped by many men inside the train. My slave was a good liar; of course she had to be. The entire interaction felt normal, and T never suspected she was actually forced into this thing. I'm happy for T. This really felt like a childhood dream come true for him.

F was overall much nicer to her, treating her more like a human being than a sex toy. She asked about how it was in Russia, more about her Russian heritage, her interests and hobbies, and every other thing that was just innocent.

Tomorrow morning, the guard approached me. He wanted the slave to do his bidding this time around. He said his friend was having his birthday soon as well, and he'd like my slave to be there. I happily obliged. After all, there would be more guys there who would line up and fuck her to oblivion. That's a topic for another story, though.