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Khala had always been a bit of a focus-point in the office, and she was well-aware of why that was. It strained in front of her each day, it wasn’t like she could miss it. Khala was blessed with an incredibly ample chest, having to use her wages to buy personalized blouses to try and fit her huge breasts within her work clothes.

Because of this, she often found herself the subject of workplace harassment, most days it just being the odd glance or flirting, but recently it had been getting rather bad. Out of the blue, one of her co-workers makes a mention of her chest, making her feel sick at his sudden perverse comment.

“How dare you?!”

Followed her back home

She exploded, unleashing her anger at the giggling group, chastising them for how they had been acting, even threatening to report them! Each time they tried to calm her down, her voice only rose, frustrated with how she had been silenced in the past. When the man who taunted her stepped forward to place his hands on her shoulders, Khala instinctively slapped him in the face.

There was a brief moment of regret, but Khala soon felt a rushing wave of satisfaction, seeing the man recoil with a sheepish look on his face. For just a brief moment, he experienced what she had to suffer through each day. By now, several others were intently watching the display, some dismissing it entirely as another unnecessary outburst. Regardless of who was watching, Khala continued releasing her anger.

“And you all let it happen!”

WIth her fury at the men in front of her taken care of, she turned her frustrations towards those who simply looked on all this time, ignoring her plight. In being complacent with it, they were just as bad, making Khala feel alone in her struggles as they counted their blessings that it wasn’t them on the receiving end.

She saw how a few of the workers stared blankly at their monitors, trying their best to stay out of the entire dispute. Recognizing their faces as people who were actively involved in it, Khala wasn’t going to allow them to ignore it. Walking over with intent, one of the workers flinches in his seat, afraid of what she’ll do, but is relieved at not being slapped as well. Instead, she flips the monitor onto the desk, making it sit face-down so he couldn’t ignore her.

“No way am I letting you look away! You’re disgusting!”

The man still shied away, now slumping down in his seat, wishing he could exit the awkward scenario altogether. Straightening herself out, Khala looks across the sea of faces staring at her, the frustrations and anger dissipating, she’s left with the awkward lack of what to do next, how to move from this situation.

After a few moments of hesitation, Khala clenches her fists and walks to her desk, collecting her things in a rush before standing up again, looking back at the people still staring.

“And fuck the rest of you!”

She practically trembled with the rush of excitement of saying it so openly, leaving in a rush with her things, knowing this will likely come back to bite her, but at this point, she didn’t rightly care. Making her way home, she thinks about all the instances of abuse she’s dealt with, ranging from extra work slapped onto her desk, right up to the extreme side, her cheek still stinging from the man’s rough hand striking her. After getting home, Khala hurriedly puts her things away and changes, heading out to the gym in an effort to finally relax in private.

That rush of calm that usually greeted her upon setting foot in the chilled atmosphere didn’t come, instead, she still felt the knot in her chest over the day’s events. All throughout her workout, Khala was tense, clenching her teeth whenever she thought back to what happened, a floodgate of emotions finally released over her treatment.

I still have to work hard… I’m not going to be stuck here forever!

Those were driving words up until now, and they were stronger than ever. Khala didn’t plan on staying in this role for long, using it as a springboard for her career, she only needed to bite down and bear it, even for a while longer. Whilst it wasn’t exactly encouraging, those were the only thoughts that drove her onwards, giving her a reason to, knowing it was in the future, apologize for what she did. It was going to be a humiliating experience, but she knew deep down that they weren’t going to stand for being spoken to like that by her, they were going to want some kind of apology…

Khala packs her stuff away, entering the showers so that she could sleep feeling fresh. While lost in the steam, Khala thought back to her ‘apology’, picturing the men there, she felt her anger resurface for a moment, biting them back as another thought overtook her. The sudden image of the men undressing, demanding that she ‘apologize’ to them in an appropriate manner…

She tried to toss the thoughts away, to ignore her mind, allowing something like this to sneak in, but she couldn’t resist. The prospect of being in the middle of them, forced to her knees as she looked up at them, seeing how tense they had gotten, feeling their own, hot frustrations surge across her face. With this scenario playing out in her mind, Khala slumps to the tiled floor of the showers, feeling her body tense up from her perverse thoughts, shame coursing throughout her body as she tenses up, stifling her moans.

With the days that followed, borderline assault even became commonplace for her, a few idle hands finding their way to her body, usually followed by snickers as she yelped in surprise. It left her feeling unsafe, even unwanted in her role, the higher-ups still accepting her hard work, but not knowing how much she suffered beneath it. The worst part was her thoughts at home, descending further into them as their groping became more commonplace, thinking back to their touch as she lost herself in her steamy shower sessions.

On this particular day, they went too far. Khala was busy running errands for one of the men above her, when she felt a sharp sting spread across her ass. One of the workers beside her had reeled his hand back to spank her. Khala audibly gasped, trying to cover up the slight moan she involuntarily let out. The burning shame across her face only fueled her anger more, and it was the final nail in the coffin. She had dealt with too much of their abuse, and was ready to erupt.

They had abused her one day too many, assaulted her too much, and impeded her hard work too often. Now, bold as could be, they physically assaulted her in the most overt of ways, even the workers in their cubicle peering out to see the commotion. Whilst there were plenty of things Khala would have liked to do to the lecherous group of men in front of her, she settled for leaving before things could escalate again, tears welling in her eyes.

Khala had been dealing with her sexual assaults for too long, and she clutched her work documents to hre chest while walking home, still in her uniform.

Fucking assholes…

Those were her main thoughts as she walked home, but were interrupted before she could even turn the corner away from her work. She felt herself pulled into a dark alleyway, a hand clasping over her mouth.

“Caught you~”

She recognized the voice as the man who spanked her only moments ago, quivering with fear with what he had planned.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you…”

Even as he spoke, Khala felt his lies in the air, his hand groping her breasts roughly, forcing squeals from her lips if she wasn’t being silenced by his palm. Before she knew it, Khala was pushed to the ground, the man’s lecherous intentions made clear.

She felt his hard cock straining against her skirt, threatening to push beneath it at any moment, sliding between her cheeks. He made that happy with ease, tearing her skirt from her waist, leaving her panties vulnerable to him pulling them aside, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Awh, are you enjoying this~”

Khala hated herself for it, but there was a distinct part of herself that was taking a perverted pleasure out of her situation, a deep ache in her chest that called for her to enjoy it. As he thrusts inside of her, she finds that feeling dug even deeper, her body caving almost instantly to his invasion of her tight hole.

His hand squeezed at her tits, groping them roughly and forcing Khala to squirm in his grip. As his thrusting continued, she became more and more thankful for his palm covering her mouth, because if it weren’t for that, she’d likely be begging for more…