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low beams exposed overhead, grime thick on every surface, vines pushing through cracks, and scattered tools and building materials hinting that someone had only just begun the impossible task of bringing it back to life. She watched every step, her heels unsteady on the uneven floor, the contrast between her immaculate appearance and the filth around them tightening the air between them.

They walked slowly through the wreckage, Ruth following dutifully, getting anxious about what might happen. Every room they passed through was as ruined as the last, collapsing plaster, exposed beams, damp patches spreading like bruises across the walls. When they stepped into a larger room, the scale of the damage hit even harder. A few scattered chairs and tables were all that remained from its days as a pub. Water had poured through what used to be the ceiling, leaving a damp, heavy smell in the air, and above them, there was almost nothing left but bare joists and glimpses of sky through the roof slates.

In one fluid motion, Sir seized a coil of rope he had planted there, slipping a loop over Ruth's wrists, pulling it tight, before Ruth could react; she was captured. The rope sliced through the air as he hurled its end over an exposed beam and pulled with savage force. Ruth's arms shot skyward, her gasp cutting the silence. Sir dragged it downward until her body stretched taut, her toes barely grazing the concrete, muscles strained against inevitable surrender. With her suspended and helpless, he gripped her dress and tore it violently open. The fabric surrendered with a satisfying rip, exposing her breasts to the cold air, her body now framed by jagged tatters of what had once been protection.

Just as he stood back, they heard the unmistakable metallic groan of the building's rusted door hinges, followed by the deliberate crunch of boots on broken glass. Ruth froze, ice-cold panic seizing her lungs mid-breath, yet something else fluttered beneath her ribs, a shameful thrill. Being caught trespassing in this decaying industrial tomb wasn't just embarrassing; it was potentially dangerous. Still, her pulse quickened traitorously. Ruth began to panic; she had no escape, trapped. What would they think her legs exposed to the damp air, thin dress now hanging in tatters from her curvy body, suspended like prey, horrified yet unable to deny the wetness appearing on her white panties showing her lust. She wanted Sir to untie her, but her voice caught as she realised part of her wanted him to continue despite the approaching stranger.

“Stay there,” he said quietly. “Like you have any choice. Keep quiet. I’ll go and check it out.” Then he slipped out of the room, leaving her alone, her hands tied high above her head, her torn dress leaving her completely exposed, her nerves racing and the creaking silence of the ruined building.

Sir’s reply dropped to a low mumble she couldn’t make out, which only made her more anxious. A few tense seconds passed, and finally the other man laughed, a rough sound that made her pulse jump.

When Sir returned, he wasn’t alone. A solidly built man in work gear followed him into the room, boots heavy on the uneven floor. He stopped just inside the doorway and took in the scene exactly as Sir had left it. Ruth felt his eyes land on her torn dress, the way she stood frozen in the wreckage with a broad grin spreading across his face. Her breath caught. She didn’t know whether to straighten up, hide the tear, or pretend she wasn’t rattled. All she knew was that she’d never felt more aware of herself, or of the two men now watching her in the ruins of a pub.

The man stepped further into the room, boots scraping against the warped floorboards as he took in the scene. His eyes lingered on Ruth for a moment, the torn summer dress, her firm, pert breasts and body exposed with dust beginning to settle on her skin, her hands secured above her, unable to escape or cover herself.

“Well now,” he said, a rough warmth in his voice. “Didn’t expect to walk in on someone as slutty and sexy as you today.”

“This is my new employee, my new Toy, we can use her as we please, she has no say!” Sir spoke calmly and clearly.

Ruth felt heat rise in her face, a mix of shame, embarrassment and nerves tightening her chest. She wasn’t used to being looked at like that by a stranger, especially not while in a derelict pub with her dress torn open and nowhere to hide. She instinctively tried to turn from him but couldn't, trying to hide her exposed body. All she could do was twist slightly on the rope, but the man’s grin only widened, amused by how clearly she was trapped.

Sir and the man stepped closer to Ruth, their hot breath tickling her skin as they circled her suspended body. Her wrists were held tight in the coarse rope holding her aloft, her tattered dress displaying her nakedness. Their eyes devoured every inch of her trembling flesh, lingering on the curves of her breasts, her hardening nipples moved with each shallow breath. The man took hold of the rags and tore them easily from her, leaving her just in her white cotton panties, with a clear, damp patch of pleasure from her pussy.

"Look how wet the toy is already," Sir said his voice husky with desire. They positioned themselves on either side of her, close enough that Ruth could smell their masculine scent, feel the heat radiating from their bodies. Their proximity sent electric currents through her body, her pussy clenching involuntarily as they stalked around her like predators.

Her body betrayed her as she felt wet arousal between her thighs, her clit swelling, and her pussy throbbing with need. Each twist of her suspended form revealed another part of her to their hungry gaze: the curve of her ass, the softness of her inner thighs, the outline of her sex visible through dampening panties.

Sir nodded, and the man's fingers hooked into her panties, the sound of tearing fabric as he exposed her wet pussy, her swollen labia pouting to be touched. The man's calloused hands roughly grabbed at her breasts, squeezing hard, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples until she cried out, her back arching, presenting herself further. His fingers found the wet entrance to her pussy, thrusting inside without warning, her inner walls clenching around the powerful invasion.

Sir appeared behind her and slapped her ass hard, the first strike making her scream, the burning sensation sending shock waves straight to her throbbing clit. Sir repeated the strokes several times, leaving Ruth breathless. Sir then reached around her firmly grabbing her thighs and parted them, the man immediately flicking the back of his hand up between her legs, as it made contact with her pussy, Ruth yelped with the shock of the pleasurable pain, he spanked her pussy hard several times, an intense warm electric tingle explode in her pussy, she began to feel like she was having an out of body experience pain and pleasure becoming the same sensation.

In a daze, she felt the rope being cut, and they carried her to a table. They dumped her across the table stomach first, she felt grime and debris on the table, scraping her skin as they roughly pulled her into position. Her feet just touching the floor, Ruth allowed her head to fall forward,catching her breath. Someone grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head up, the man pushing his hard cock into her face.

Sir slapped Ruth's ass hard, making her groan and open her mouth. The man rammed himself into her mouth; she gagged, but he carried on steadily fucking her face, tightly holding her hair, trapping her. She felt Sir's strong hands grab the cheeks of her ass, thumbs parting her, and he guided his cock into her wet, swollen pussy, deeply ramming into her, each thrust violently attacking her pussy with each thrust, pushing her forward to gag on the man's cock.

She knew she had no choice, no escape but to let them use her, she had no power to stop them fucking her like an object, she was lost in the amazing sensation of pleasures and emotions as she began to cum, her body shuddering and jerking hard, on each wave of the orgasm both men rammed into her, the man shooting so much cum into her mouth it poured from her lips.

Sir was grunting as he fucked her like he was an animal, each stroke making her swollen, whipped pussy burn intensely with a delicious fire as his cock grew hard and pumped his hot cum inside her.

Both men stood back from her laughing in satisfaction. They left her like a used toy, leaving her discarded on the table. She felt disconnected from the world as she listened to Sir and the man introduce themselves, not acknowledging her. This added to her satisfaction. They walked off talking about the pub, leaving her alone.

After Sir and the other man left her lying there, drained of energy from the rough fucking they had given her, Ruth wasn’t sure what was expected of her next. She pushed herself up from the table, dust and grime falling from her as she steadied her breath. Her legs trembled when she stood, her body aching from being used like an object; they had pulled her around like a toy. She brushed some of the dirt from her naked body, but it was useless; they had left her filthy in so many ways. Not knowing what to do, she followed them.

Ruth picked her way naked, through the wrecked pub in her heels, stepping over splintered wood and fallen plaster. When she reached the narrow doorway, she had to turn sideways, one hand braced on the frame as she eased herself through, taking care not to cut her bare skin on the warped, splintered edges.

Blinking in the bright sunlight, as she breathed in clean air, she felt her composure slowly return. Voices drifted from where Sir and the man were standing, staring at her but not acknowledging her.

Ruth walked back toward her car with her shoulders back, chin in the air. Although feeling guilty, she knew she should feel shame, but she’d enjoyed it so much more than she should have, letting the conflict sit warm and uneasy beneath her calm stride.

She opened the car door, hesitated for a heartbeat as the feeling tugged at her, then slipped inside and drove away, the contradiction still written quietly across her face. She didn’t look back at the pub or at the men still talking. She just moved with that composed, almost guilty confidence, opened her car door, and slipped inside. A moment later, the engine hummed to life, and she drove away down the narrow lane, the satisfaction still lingering in her expression even as she tried to push it down.

Now what? she thought, he had said his new employee...

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