Down in the R&D dungeon where you spent so long last year as an intern, the place is abuzz with activity. A veritable army of coders sit at their workstations, puzzling away, constructing by bits and pieces the codebase for what will become Diogenes. Alex, as manager, is far more exacting and organized than Sable ever was. Kanban boards and Gantt charts line the walls, littered with sticky notes, and the office space is divided into subsections with clear labels -- 'Data Stream Compression and Decompression' -- 'Video Analysis' -- 'Blockchain Fingerprinting' -- 'Sand Reckoner Reintegration' -- and others.
Alex, forced by the lack of real estate to overcome his superstition against claiming Sable's old, vacant office, is in there. The name plaque on the door no longer reads "S. Guiteau, R&D Lead" but "A. Best, R&D Lead."
You don't bother knocking when you enter.
Inside, you find Alex's desk empty, the room dark and quiet. You gently close the door behind you. "Alex?" You call out. It's rare that he isn't in his office.
"Back here," answers a voice -- Whitney's. She must have come down while you were speaking with Rose.
That's when you notice that the miniature gadget lab at the far end of the cramped office, somewhat hidden behind a mountain of PCs and spare parts, is lit by the overhead fluorescent bulbs back there.
And now also you hear a gentle, rhythmic squelching sound, like the last of water glugging down a sink drain.
As you round the corner, you see something half-expected, and half-surprising.
Whitney is busily raping Alex -- a cherished pastime of hers -- but she isn't the only one. Joining her today is Makoto.
Alex is sitting on his knees on the white tile floor. He's naked save for a pair of lace panties, the front bulging obscenely with his erection, and slimy with his precum. Whitney has his arms restrained behind his back, holding them in place. She is also naked, and wears a truly vicious-looking strap-on attached by a harness to her waist. Using her grip on his arms for leverage, she buggers him with fast, deep thrusts. Her small but supple tits jiggle with the effort.
Alex would surely be crying out in his feminine mixture of agony and pleasure, but his mouth is occupied. Makoto, in front of the pair, holds a second dildo. She uses it to violate Alex's little throat, pumping it in and out with merciless focus. Alex's head is all the way back, allowing the pink sex toy total access to his tight esophagus. That's where the low, guttural squelching comes from; it's the sound of this ersatz dick sliding in and out of his cock-dump of a mouth.
"I do not understand," Makoto says. She is the only one of the three wearing clothes, although she isn't exactly decent. Her free hand is snaked up under her miniskirt and she is obviously masturbating as she debauches the boy in front of her. "How does raping a boy pertain to the tastes of Whitney Darkbloom?"
Whitney laughs, even as she continues to hump Alex's tight bubble butt. "Alex is a sissy little gay boy. He's basically a girl. So raping him is just as fun as raping a girl... or maybe even more..."
Alex shivers, and closes his eyes. He loves it when people degrade him, especially Whitney.
Makoto makes a mental note of Whitney's explanation, nodding, and her fingers quicken against her cunt. For her, as always, learning is fun.
"Besides, he needs to be punished for his dishonesty," Whitney murmurs. "He's been a naughty little faggot lately... haven't you?" She punctuates this with a few especially hard strokes up his asshole that Alex clearly feels way up inside his guts. He begins to quake all over and his little cock squirts a few fat dollops of semen in his panties. Makoto licks her lips -- she enjoys seeing that reaction.
You know time is of the essence, but seeing this has flipped a switch in your head too. You can spare a couple minutes to use Alex as a cumdumpster -- it'll take the edge off, and maybe make him more pliant after the fact.
Whitney already can tell. "I think Ally's getting all hard~" She coos. She rests her chin on Alex's shoulder and asks him: "Should he blow a load in your ass or down your throat? What do you think, faggot?"
Makoto is quick on the uptake. She removes the dildo from Alex's throat just long enough for him to answer. She slides it out, eliciting a lewd, wet sucking noise. She keeps it clasped in the air right above his face, strands of spittle suspended between. Alex stares stupidly, vacantly up at the smooth pink plastic dick as he tries to conceive an answer. Unbelievably, the dildo Makoto was using on him is also a vibrator, and she had it set to max. You wonder what that felt like for poor Alex, a vibrating cock getting rammed all the way down his gullet. The thing buzzes loudly as Alex stares at it. Whitney is still railing him hard, getting her own cunt off with the force of her jackhammer thrusts. She cums, spraying the tile floor of the lab, but she doesn't relent. There are few things she gets more enjoyment out of than raping Alex.
"Answer me," Whitney growls between climaxes.
"My..." he gasps, hardly able to speak from all the abuse. "My... ass..."
"Ungrateful little slut," Whitney snaps. She grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head way back. She hocks up a wad of spit, right in his face. "If you want him to fuck your ass, say please."
Alex's jaw parts slightly and he stares up at Whitney's evil eyes as the spit runs in a little rivulet down his girly face. He seems caught between despair and ecstasy. He wells up with tears. And then his voice comes, small, hoarse, and stuttery. "P... please... p-please use my ass..."
Whitney lets go of Alex's arms and pushes him off her pistoning cock. Like a heap of garbage, she tosses him to the ground, where he falls on his stomach. Weakened and defeated, he can't rise, and just lies there prone and trembling. Makoto sits on her butt right in front of him, gets her legs spread wide, hikes up her plaid skirt, and masturbates her naked cunt with abandon. She repeats her vocab words to him: "Slut. Whore. Faggot." -- and her own cruel obscenity brings her to ever higher plateaus of pleasure as she plays with herself.
"Go ahead," Whitney tells you. "I warmed him up for you."
You quickly discard your clothes and, fully naked, you mount Alex. Since he's totally sapped and cannot even summon the strength to rise to a doggy position, you have to lie atop him. You get your cock lined up with the stretched pucker of his pale asshole, and plunge inside. He seethes in renewed pain, your cock being both longer and thicker than the one Whitney was using on him. Settling down, your belly to his back, you get your arms looped under his armpits. Your weight is fully pressing down on him and your cock is all the way up him. Like this, you begin to hump him with a one-track mind. Your goal is to cum as quickly and as hard as possible inside him. He's nothing but a cum-rag right now.
Unprompted, Alex reaches out and begins to kiss Makoto's bare feet. Whitney, circling them, watches from over Makoto's shoulder with a smile. "He's a submissive little cunt, isn't he?" Whitney says.
"Mm," Makoto agrees. She wiggles her toes and enjoys the way Alex plants a trail of kisses up and down her soles. Taking advantage of the opportunity to learn new angles to her sadism, she begins to press both her feet firmly against his face. It practically crushes his nose, and distorts his features. She rubs her feet back and forth, treading on Alex's face, a pantomime of walking on him.
By way of rewarding her star pupil, Whitney throws her arms over Makoto's shoulders, and kisses her. The two women make out lewdly, like a couple of horny teenagers, and Makoto continues to rub her dainty feet all over Alex's face. Whitney, in a giving mood it seems, reaches further down and replaces Makoto's hand against her cunt. She gets her fingers inside Makoto and pleasures the tiny idol singer with expert ministrations.
"Seeing-- two men mate like dogs -- is so -- fun--" Makoto breathes. But she's staring less at the sight of you ramming into Alex's deliciously slippery boypussy, and more into the depths of Whitney's eyes.
Whitney kisses Makoto again, and then slyly, she intones: "Making him lick your feet is cool, but his mouth can do so much more..."
You can barely pay attention as you hammer in and out of Alex's anus and feel your nut coming on fast. Alex tries so hard to be a big man these days, but there's no doubt about it, he's got the soul of a girl, one who was made to get fucked hard. Alex lives for servicing cock. The wet, clamping glove of his ass is just as good as any woman's cunt.
"That's it... see?" Whitney purrs. Looking up, you catch sight of Alex's lips latching onto Makoto's neatly trimmed pussy. He envelops her labia with his mouth and suckles on the girl's genitals like a nursing infant. Makoto writhes in delight, staring down at him. To add to her cum, Whitney uses the digits of a flattened palm to roughly strum Makoto's clit. The small, soft bed of pubic hair above Makoto's pussy becomes creamy with her own cum as Whitney jills her off and Alex sucks on her.
"Kiss me, again..." Makoto breathes. And Whitney can never resist an invitation to lez out with a pretty girl, so she does. This whole thing might be just a little gay.
Never mind. You don't care; all you want to do right now is blast Alex's insides with a thick load of jizz. Up and down you hump, pounding Alex directly into the cold tile floor. He can't complain, not with his mouth full of a pop star's juicing pussy, so you have free rein to use him as hard as you want -- as hard as this boy-whore deserves.
"This is what you get," you snarl in his ear. "This is what you get for lying to me..."
"Nnn--" he mumbles, muffled by Makoto's vulva. She bucks her hips against his face, an eager participant in Alex's punishment, even if she doesn't know the reasons why. Makoto doesn't need a reason to rape someone. She just enjoys doing it. Her tongue probes Whitney's mouth as she rides out her orgasm. Alex's face becomes wet and slimy with her fragrant cum.
"I'm gonna cum in you," you tell him, "I'm gonna blow my fucking load in you. Thank me."
"Thnnnk nnuuu," Alex tries gamely. Makoto isn't willing to give him the air to do it properly, too intently focused on her own enjoyment of Alex's body. Her slender frame trembles all over and she redoubles the efforts of her curious tongue in Whitney's mouth. Whitney seems a bit taken aback by just how ravenous and rapacious Makoto is, and clearly isn't running the show anymore in their makeout session. But that's fine, too. Her eyes are smiling; she likes the monster she's brought out in the prim and proper Makoto.
Alex's ass begins to spasm around your cock, hugging and kissing it from the inside. As your horny dick saws in and out, your balls slap against his, and you feel them become sticky. Alex, his cock pinned against the hard tile, his ass and mouth getting raped at the same time, is cumming. You thrust especially deep now, making sure the mushroom tip of your dick rubs his prostate, knowing he's particularly sensitive and vulnerable now. And that, plus the sensual grip of his cunt, makes you cum. You squirt your steamy load all the way inside him, making sure that he really feels it. And despite being half-suffocated by Makoto's pussy, he cries out. His voice is shrill and lilting. The vibration of it makes Makoto cum, too, extra hard this time. She clamps her lithe thighs around Alex's ears and rides his face without reservations. At the same time, she runs her hands through Whitney's short-cropped hair and practically fucks her mouth with her tongue. Man, does she get violent when she's cumming. When she's done, and she pulls off the ruined little boy, she mirrors her teacher and spits on Alex, too. This just makes him mewl and squirt one last trickle of cum from his still erect cock.