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Linda's Story

By: Wifetheif



Linda's Story

A Corollary to Economic Necessity 

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This story tells the events of my previous tale from Linda the wife's perspective 

My Name Is Linda Clark and my husband is Frank Clark I will be returned to him in a day. My master Donald Henderson, who is also my husband's employer has kept me as his willing slave for the past six days. He has asked me to record this memoir of my time with him. It is under his hand that I relate the tale of my captivity.

I entered into this captivity willingly and I have been well rewarded financially. My goal however was quite different, it was not the money I am really seeking. I loved my husband Frank but he is an unambitious man. I expected that in entering this endeavor I could snap Frank out of his lethargy. I fully expected that he would be so incensed that I had agreed to spend a week as his boss's slave that he would become a real man at last. 

He is a very sweet man, a very good lover and a somewhat decent provider but he has no real drive. As long as I have known him he tried just enough to get by. If he put his mind to it he could own the company he works for. But he just goes along to get along. In my fantasies he is like a tiger, proud, majestic, daring and successful, with no need to be cocky because, after all he IS a tiger. Instead when I agreed to become his boss's plaything he silently went along with it.

Aside from some momentary anger he didn't do what I hoped. I wanted him to make a scene. I wanted him to punch Don in the face, kick him in the nuts and spit on him. I wanted him to say, "Over my dead body. No job is worth having my boss fuck my wife." Instead when I told him to be quiet he sat mute and quietly seethed. A real man would have defended my honor. A real man would never have allowed his wife to prostitute herself to his boss. It was at that moment when I knew that I had lost him.No matter that Don will return me at the end of tomorrow. I can no longer consider him my husband.

Don Henderson, the man I now call "Master" deposited 800,00 dollars in my private bank account on Wednesday afternoon. I knew that he could come up with the money. I realized that I will be on my own soon. I will need the nest egg I have earned with my body, dignity, and soul. My master has degraded me and abused me. He wants me to divorce Frank and move in with him. I have no desire for Donald Henderson as either a master or a husband. I don't care if he hears that. 

My master wants me to describe in detail my captivity. I will do that now. For the sum of 800,00 I agreed to be my master's slave in any way he saw fit. Part of the deal also ensured that my husband would keep his job in his firm and give him an advance against future earnings. I came up with the large money figure, Don Henderson cooked up the enslavement idea for my husband to retain his job. My "loving" husband was willing to have me service his boss for job security alone. It was then that I realized that the man I married was a worm. 

This is all so hard....

Master sent a cab for me on Thursday midnight, when Friday began. I kissed Frank and wished him a happy anniversary. As fate would have it our fifth anniversary coincided with the beginning of my servitude. On Friday midnight, my week's term of service ends. I am looking forward to it. When I arrived at his house My Master was waiting for me. He had dismissed his household staff so that we would have privacy.

"Welcome Linda," he said as I entered his house. "I hope that you realize that I will make you earn every dime I have paid to secure you for the week. It won't be easy but if you are in the right mindset, it might be fun." 

"Don," I said, "I will address you as Master from now on until my time of service is over. I only ask that you be kind to me. Your kindness will extract kindness and willingness from me. But I have no say in how you use me. ... Do with me as you will."

"Oh I intend to. Linda, or as you will be called from now on, slave."

Master had cameras set up throughout his house. "To record me for posterity." He led to his media room. I had been there before. Master hosts party for his employees like my husband. He loves to show off his big screen cinema and his luxurious lifestyle. This time the room was different. There was a raised area like a stage in front of the screen. Master confiscated my purse and had me mount the stage. 

"Now slave", he said, "It is time for you to remove the articles of clothing and accessories that you wore as a free woman. You are my property and I want to gaze upon your purest unclothed loveliness. Take off everything and drop it off the stage."

Understanding what he wanted I began to remove my clothing to my horror, I realized that he was filming everything on high definition cameras. I had been wearing dressy casual. I had on a pair of nice black pumps, a white silk blouse that my husband had bought for me, black slacks and black socks. Under that a matching black bra and panties set. I had my long brown hair up in a black scrunchy.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped them off the stage. I unbuttoned and took off my blouse. I knew that I would have to be naked in front of Don but I didn't anticipate his making such a production number out of it. I unhooked my belt, unfastened and took off my pants. They joined my shirt and shoes on the floor before the stage. I removed the scrunchy and my socks. Mustering all of my inner resolve I unclasped my bra and slid off my panties. I stood in the camera lights on the stage and master said.

"You aren't finished yet. Don't forget your jewelry,"as he approached the stage with a small wicker basket. I took off my watch and the gold studs from my ears but I got teary eyed when I realized that all I had left were my wedding and engagement rings. I slowly twisted them off. I know that it over between me and Frank but I wanted the final moment of my marriage to be mine, not my Master's.

After having me get in various poses for the cameras. My master announced that it was time for a shearing and a bath. My master indicated that he was going to shave me and bathe me. I dislike the shaven look intensely. When I was thirteen, out of curiosity, I shaved off my muff. I did a bad job and got severe razor burn and a rash. Since that adolescent misadventure I have been proudly hirsute. The only trimming I've ever allowed is for bikini season. Frank called it my "jungle." For me it was a source of pride. 

Master led me to his master bathroom. He had me sit in a lounging chair. He had me spread my legs and he placed a stool under each of my heels.

"Lovely view," he said.. "Unfortunately you can't see paradise with this huge bush in the way." Master approached me with a trimmer that had a little vacuum bag on it. It tickled as he trimmed away on my sacred grounds. Each hair was trapped in the bag. I watched in fascination and horror as my glory was reduced to stubble. After I had been given the closest of crew cuts he lathered me up with shaving cream and brought forth a man's razor. I must admit that my master has a gentle touch. He deftly and swiftly depilated me utterly. He rinsed me off with a washcloth and then dried my now bald pussy. It was a view I had not had in over a decade.

"Now for a taste." said Master. He lowered himself upon my pussy and began eating me out. I had to admit that the novel sensation of being hairless took me by surprise. I will also concede that Master has a very talented tongue. I was not expecting the orgasm when it came. The fact that I came, however, gave my Master the wrong impression.

After I came down from the unwanted and unexpected orgasm, he led me to the tub where the water was hot and the soap fresh and thick. Master washed every part of me including my hair. He dried me off with a huge towel and had me sit in a chair while he blow-dried my hair. 

Once I was dry Master told me that he wanted a blow job. He produced a silk pillow for me to kneel on and dropped his pants. Because my master wants to know I will inject at this point that my husband is longer and circumcised. My Master is thicker and uncut. Because my master ordered it, for the first time in my life I swallowed when a man came in my mouth. My Master tastes salty and bitter. 

After I had serviced my master and taken his seed he had me stand. He slid a pink bridal garter on my left leg and told me. "There, now you are all dressed for your week with me. Perhaps I will break out some lingerie and stockings later but for now this is all I want to see you in." 

He led me to his bed as we fucked I tried to convey to him that I thought that he was a real stud and and tremendous lover. Whether it was the truth or not I will keep to myself. He may own my body for this week but he will never possess my soul. I was genuinely tired after a long hard day. My master's bed is very comfortable and I had my best night's sleep in months.

Friday morning, Master woke me early. He led me to the kitchen and had me cook him a breakfast of bacon and eggs. He had already made the coffee and kindly offered me a mug. He was generous enough to give me an apron to protect my naked skin from potential burning from the cooking oil. After I had made breakfast he took off my apron, had me sit in his naked lap. He fed me and himself. After breakfast he had me load the dishes in washer and we showered together. After the shower he shaved me again, saying. "I will be keeping you satiny smooth while you are with me."

After my shave, Master ate me out again and then sent me to take a rest. About twenty minutes later he summoned me to his theater room. Master entered with a shipping box. In a mound on the floor were my clothes from the previous night.

"We are sending back to your husband the version of you that was free." My Master said. He instructed me to neatly fold my clothes and place them in the box. There were already some discs in the box. Master refused to tell me what was on them. After I placed my clothing in the box my Master showed me a small ceder box. When I opened it I recognized my muff! There was a satin box which held my wedding and engagement rings. That was when the enormity of my decision hit me. I started sobbing gently. Elsewhere in the box was my watch and earrings. As the box was sealed I pictured Frank opening the box. I don't know what he will make of it. Perhaps he will sense the finality of things between us.

I was willing to endure dual unemployment with that men. I was willing to endure poverty for him. But when he didn't stand up to his boss, when he wouldn't defend me I knew that, despite his words, and promises made to me on our wedding day, that he did not really love me. I DID love him and I will always feel some affection for our relationship but he was never the man he promised to be. Perhaps losing me will give him the impetus to become a strong confident man; but I doubt it. 

"Master, what will I wear home?" I asked him.

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it slave. I'm sure that I can find something to give you for your trip back to that wimp of yours that I employ." 

After everything was boxed up. My master put an address label on the box and summoned a courier. When the courier arrived to take the package master had me answer the door in just my bridal garter and money to pay the courier. "I want to share your beauty with the world," my master said. I felt totally humiliated standing there in my birthday suit. The male courier tried to act polite and only look me in the eye but I saw his eyes dart all over my body.

After the courier left, master summoned me to his bed. He sodomized me. I have never had anal sex before. My Master was gentle but my humiliation was profound. I'm not a prude but I always that that act was the domain of prostitutes and low class women. Then I realized that I AM a prostitute for this week and the emotion overwhelmed me. I cried into the pillows until my master was finished.

Afterwards he had me strip the sheets off the bed and do them with the rest of Master's laundry. "This is the life, a beautiful naked slave catering to all of my sexual wishes AND doing the chores of a housewife." He said. I felt like he was mocking me. After doing his laundry he had me mop the kitchen floor. 

All the wile I cleaned my master became more and more aroused. He took me in the middle of the kitchen floor while I was in mid mop. It was quick and brutal, like a violation, not the act of a lover. But my Master is not my lover. He owes me no gentleness or kindness. I was naive to expect that a man like Don Henderson, alpha male and ruthless businessman would see me as anything other than an organic toy. 

On Friday evening came the greatest humiliation yet. Master had three male friends over for a poker game. Two of the men I recognized as may husband's co-workers. There was Ted who is six feet tall and occupies the desk directly across from my husband. Whenever I was in Frank's place of business I never liked the way Ted looked at me. The leer on his face this night was so broad I thought that he was about to turn into a werewolf and devour me! 

"Nice addition to your place, Don." He said. "How did you finagle sweet and sexy Linda into these circumstances?" My Master grinned broadly and said, "Trade secret." 

The other man was Paul, who is Frank's closest friend at work. I knew him and his wife Stephanie rather well as Frank and I socialized with them quite a bit. He had a stunned look upon his face. After his eyes lingered on every part of my body he said., "Linda? I can't believe what I'm seeing."

My master read his expression and said. "Never thought during all those games of Trivial Pursuit that one day you would see her naked, did you Paul?"

The third man was a stranger to me. His name was Stan. He was very tall, easily six foot five and powerfully built like a wrestler or weightlifter. He eyed my hungrily and said. "Don you sure know how to host a poker game." My Master had me serve as a waitress to these men. I had to run for beer and chips. I had to make sandwiches in the kitchen and bring them in to the men. For this evening my Master took off my bridal garter so I was as naked as when I was a baby.

I sat in each man's lap and was felt up every which way. This was so humiliating but the worse was to come. At around 11:00 in the evening the men began betting me for blow jobs. I had to service the man who won each hand. Master made me swallow each time. Each man tasted different but they all tasted disgusting. I preformed fellatio eight times. Only Paul thanked me. I thought long and hard about Stephanie. She was one of my closest friends. I'd never thought of Paul in any sexual way, even when our game nights got a bit risque, yet this night I had serviced him twice. I knew that I could never look her or Paul in the face again. On top of everything I would now probably have to move to a new city when my Master's week was ended. Master's friends left about 1:00 A.M. I had to clean the kitchen, After that Master had me fuck him twice before I was allowed to go to sleep. Master forbid me to brush my teeth that night. 

Saturday morning he left me sleep in. At Noon he woke me up. Led me to the bathroom and bathed and shaved me. He allowed me to brush my teeth with an extra toothbrush. For a change he made brunch. Master is a good cook. Once again, as he had done at each meal, I sat on his naked lap and he fed me.

He led me outside. It was a beautiful warm September day. Master's yard is large. We were in the back yard which has a high fence surrounding his pool. There is a swath of grass as well. Master took pictures of me outside in all sorts of poses then he fucked me in the grass. 

He led me back inside and blindfolded me. He led me by the hand through the house to his bed. I heard the click of metal and felt handcuffs slip over my wrists. When I opened my mouth to protest a gag was placed in my mouth and secured with a strap. My legs were pulled apart and cuffed to the end of the bed. My master had his way with me. Later he informed me that he had filmed the entire encounter. I was kept there for hours as my master fucked me again and again. After he finished using me he started using a dildo on me. At one point there was a dildo in my ass and pussy at the same time. Some sort of clips were put upon my nipples which caused me pain. My master told me to relieve myself when I needed to. I felt completely defiled as I laid in my own filth.

I was psychically and emotionally completely spent when my Master at last took off my blindfold and undid my restraints. Master had a huge grin on his face and told me that I was doing well, He told me that most of his fantasies were now fulfilled and that my time with him would be much easier.

I was shocked to learn that it was past 10:00 on Saturday evening. I had spent eight hours in restraints! The bed was a mess of sweat and my waste. To my surprise my Master stripped the bed and hauled the sheets off to the washer himself. He applied salve to my wrists and ankles. He ordered out for Chinese Food and answered the door himself. I sat on his lap and he fed me until I was full. The whole time he called me a "champion" and said that I had done very well. I know master will never admit it but I believe he was a bit ashamed of how he treated me. He made the bed and let me go straight to sleep. I don't recall my Master coming to bed that evening.

On Sunday morning I was awakened by the aroma of a glorious brunch. Master pulled out all the stops. This was a meal fit for a fine restaurant. I felt like Master was trying to apologize. For the first time since I had stripped for him my Master gave me something substantial to wear. It was one of his striped dress shirts and I reveled in it. I felt more normal with any type of clothing on.

"You've earned this Linda." For the first time since my bondage had begun Master used my name. The rest of Sunday was amazingly ordinary. We watched television while huddled on the couch. Master also let me pick out some music from his vast collection of CDs and we danced. He held me close, like a lover. After my bath and shave he led me to his bed and made love to me. For the first time I felt like he wasn't just fucking me. For the first time with him I really kissed him back. I am embarrassed to admit that my orgasm that night, only my second real one while with him, was one of the finest of my life. He let me sleep in his dress shirt. 

On Monday Master woke me up and said that today would be a special day. Boxes began arriving in the morning, Master had me open each one which was fun. I didn't even mind standing in the doorway wearing my Master's dress shirt to sign for them. The boxes contained a little black dress, black fishnet stockings and a garter, faux pearls, long white gloves, a lacy black bra in my size, a black thong and huge black stilettos. Master bathed and shaved me, ate me out till I came and then announced that "We were going out tonight."

After lunch, which Master made, I loaded up the dishwasher and Master prepared me for our night out. He dressed me like I was a little girl. I was astounded to realize that my master knew how to do pedicures and manicures. He polished my toenails and fingernails a glossy, brilliant red.

Just before it was time to go out Master had me drink some vodka and produced a huge joint. He lit it and ordered me to smoke the whole thing. I hadn't gotten high in years and I KNOW that the marijuana was laced with some other drug because the rest of the night passed in a blur.

Here is what I remember. He drove his BMW to some fast food place for dinner then we went to a strip club where it was amateur night. I was feeling no pain by the time we got there. Master signed me up for the contest and I signed the form. I was scheduled to go on fifth or sixth. Master told me to relax just go with the beat of the music as I stripped.


Linda's Story Ch. 01



I was in trouble. Nothing serious, nothing I couldn't get out of, but I was in trouble all the same. The night before I'd gone out with my girlfriends, drank too much and danced too close to a couple of cute guys in the local bar. My husband had a big poker game set up with some of his friends for the next night and some guy he'd met from out of town. I'd spent too much in the bar, cutting into his 'stake' and I hadn't gotten home until 3am. My husband was furious, he'd gotten worried when I wasn't home on time and then he'd called some of my friends to see if I was ok. They were a little too drunk as well and one of them slipped about one of the guys at the bar, how he'd reached up and grabbed my tit and how I didn't seem to mind.

It took some talking to calm hubby down. I'm flirtatious and he knows that, but nothing had ever come of it. In the end I agreed to make it up to him. I was to play hostess at the poker party. Hubby wanted me in something really revealing, something that would distract the guys coming over to play. He even suggested that I flirt a lot with the out-of-towner. "Keep him distracted so I can make some good money." I knew what hubby wanted.

Sometimes when we go out, especially out of town where no one knows us, my husband likes to see me dress like a tramp. He loves it when he sees guys ogling me, makes him feel good to know that he's married to a good looking woman. Honestly, it turns me on too. I'll strut around in an ultra-short skirt, no panties, no bra and a top cut down to my nipples. We'll go out drinking and maybe I'll flash someone along the way. It gets me wet and it gets hubby hard and if we play enough sometimes I'll fuck him right in the parking lot or behind the bar. That turns me on too.

I spent the day of the poker game getting ready. While hubby was at work I called in sick and went to the salon. I had my hair done and nails done; then I had my legs and my bikini area were waxed. I told the girl to make it real small, that I wanted to surprise my husband. She just laughed and when she was finished my pubic hair was reduced to a tiny triangle that sat atop my pussy. I already had the clothes I needed and I didn't think my husband would want me dipping into his stake anymore so I went home.

I took a long bath and tried to relax; but I was too excited. I knew a couple of the guys that were coming over tonight, I knew their wives. Suddenly I wasn't sure if I could play the part. What if the wives heard about what happened? I poured myself a glass of wine and sank back into the bubbles. Whether it was the wine or the bubbles I don't know, but I was getting horny just thinking about tonight. I wanted to reach down and stroke my pussy just to take the edge off. I needed to cum. I finished the wine and was just reaching down when I heard the phone ring. Damn!

I got out and answered the phone, dripping water all over the place. It was hubby, making sure I'd be ready. Of course!

My relaxation ruined I dried myself off and got ready for the big night. I chose a tiny little black skirt that only came down about an inch lower than my swollen pussy. I vacillated about panties, finally deciding that I'd better wear some since I knew some of these guys. I chose a pretty pink-lace g-string and a half-bra to match. The top I chose was red and see-through, in the right light, I'd keep the lights in hubby's study dimmed a little, just enough that they could see what I was wearing was revealing, but not bright enough to show the whole package. I put my makeup on just a little too heavily, to give me that sluty appeal. A little perfume behind each ear and I was done. If my husband's friends could keep their minds on their cards then there was little more I could do.

Hubby got home a little after five and nearly blew his wad when he saw me. He wanted me to fuck him then and there, right on the poker table; but I held him off. He didn't want me mussed up before the game did he? Besides his friends would be over in less than an hour. We didn't have time if we wanted to do it right. Hubby reluctantly agreed.

When hubby's friends got there I got the reaction I wanted. Frank and Tom, who's wives I knew, looked at me in a way that told me their wives were going to get fucked good tonight after the game. I hope the girls were up to it. Jason was my husband's partner at work. His eyes bore into mine and he stumbled over his words as he made his introduction. So far so good, these guys weren't going to be keeping their minds on the game. I was getting wet from all the attention. BB, the out-of-towner, showed up about fifteen minutes later and the look on his face when he saw me said he wanted to fuck me right there. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a gush of juice in my panties. I blushed a little when he introduced himself and let his eyes roam over the package.

I went back into the kitchen when the game started and poured myself another glass of wine. I hoped this wouldn't be an all-night game. I wanted to fuck and was sorry I'd held off my hubby earlier. I went into the study a little later and brought the boys their drinks. I felt my nipples stiffen as everyone's eyes roamed over my body. "Isn't she terrific," hubby said letting his hand slip under my skirt. I playfully slapped his hand away and left the room. I knew he could tell my panties were soaked. 

Throughout the night I brought in drinks and nibbles and pretended to ignore it when my husband's friends stared at me so intently. It was so exciting, I was a slut and I loved it. I loved the attention. After a couple of hours my husband excused himself from the table and joined me in the kitchen briefly. "I'm not doing so well, hon." he said, "You've got to distract BB. When you come in next bend over the table near him when you put down the drinks, let him get a good look under your skirt." I objected, but only a little, the truth was the entire situation turned me on. Hubby quickly left the kitchen and rejoined the game.

I came in a little later with more rounds of drinks. By this time the guys were getting a little loaded. I walked around until I was next to BB and bent way over the table to hand Jason his drink. He nearly spilled it as he gazed down my blouse. I could feel BB's eyes on my ass. I turned, letting my tits graze his arm, "do you need anything?"

He shook his head, 'no' and turned back to the game. I couldn't help but notice the huge stack of chips in front of him or the big bulge in his pants. He had been staring...good.

After about an hour I heard hubby yell, 'no! I don't believe it!' Then there came the sound of voices arguing softly. I tiptoed up to the door and tried to listen, but all I heard hubby say was 'shit! I've got a problem, BB, maybe we can work something out.' I tiptoed back to the kitchen. Damn! What else could I have done to distract him, sucked him off right there? The sluty thought raced through my head, but I dismissed it almost as quickly as it appeared. The thought got me wet again, but I didn't want to admit it. 

After about ten minutes I heard my hubby say, 'all right, all right, I'll go ask her, but I don't know what she's going to say'. A cheer went up in the room and I wondered what I was getting myself into. My nipples stiffened in anticipation and I felt a little ashamed.

Hubby came in and explained what had happened. He'd lost it all, plus a thousand dollars. A thousand that we didn't have. BB had won it all. BB had a solution, however, if I was willing to go for it. Hubby would sell me to him for the thousand for twenty four hours, but I had to do anything that he wanted or the deal was off. "Anything and he emphasized anything," explained my husband, "or he'll send you home used and we'll still owe the money. Can you do it honey?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Hubby was turning me into a whore and what's worse is all the guys in that room knew it. I knew their wives! If this got out I was ruined. We live in a small town and word gets around real quick. I nodded that I agreed, though my stomach was in knots. "As long as no one says anything about this I'll do it, but you owe me really bad. You know that ring I wanted last Christmas, I'm getting it this Christmas and I don't care if you have to sell your own ass, you bastard!" Hubby agreed, I think he was as upset as I was, and walked back with me into the room.

"She says yes," he told BB, "but if one word of this gets out I'll have each of your balls!" he told the rest of the group. Everyone agreed. 

"Come over here, slut," BB said to me. I was shocked, how could he speak to me that way in front of all these people? But I did what he asked. He took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and turned me around, snapping them over my wrists. "You'll do ANYTHING I want for the next 24 hours or the deal's off, ok?" I nodded that I understood. Then he surprised me, "for the rest of your time with me your name is slut, cunt, or whore, that's all you'll respond to." I nodded again that I understood. "Good, then come here slut, since you've been waving it in everyone's face tonight I don't see why everyone can't get a good look." 

BB turned me around so that I was facing everyone at the table and then he reached up and undid all the buttons on my blouse. "That just wont do at all," he said looking at my bra and then he took a pocket knife out of his pocket and cut the straps. I started to protest, but he said, "Shut up you cunt! Do you have the thousand? I didn't think so!" He reached around and undid the clasp and pulled the bra off of me. Immediately my nipples hardened in front of everyone. Before I could react, BB yanked up my skirt and tore off my panties. Everyone could see everything that I'd implied all night. "I bet you like this, whore," he said, "don't you? Let's check." He roughly shoved two fingers up my pussy, "just as I thought, she's soaking wet. The slut loves it." And honestly I did. But what he said next got me quivering inside. "Here, since the rest of you got teased and don't get any of her why don't you each take a feel?" He pushed me roughly against the table. In moments all of hubby's friends were up and with short looks at him were running their fingers all over me. 

Four strange men were feeling me up in front of my husband who just sat there with a stunned expression on his face. I couldn't help moaning as the strange fingers each slipped down to my soaking cunt. This was turning me on! "That's enough," BB said pulling me away from the others. "Just enough to keep the rest of you quiet like the lady asked. I think we'll be leaving now, Jim, "he said to my husband, "I'll have her back at midnight tomorrow night. But you and she agreed that she'll do ANYTHING...if she balks, I'll still fuck her and you'll still owe me the money." My husband whispered that he understood while I just stood there looking at him helplessly. 

"All right, cunt," said BB, pulling down my skirt. "Let's go out to my car." He pushed me roughly out the front door and propelled me across the lawn and into his car. He reached over and slid the seatbelt over me and pulled out slowly into the street. "We're going to have so much fun, cunt."

I nodded dumbly, still shocked by what had happened in the house. "You'll call me Master when I speak to you, do you understand?"

"Yes." Without warning he reached out and slapped me across the face, not hard, but hard enough to get my attention. "Yes Master, cunt. You either play the game by my rules or we go back now and you come up with my grand!"

"Yes, Master," I said trying not to cry. What had I gotten myself into? I really am a whore I thought, no worse than that, a sex-slave. "I'll do anything you want, Master."

"That's better, but I wonder if you're really worth a thousand dollars. Let's see..." BB continued to drive, pulling slowly away from our residential area. I looked back tearfully, but tried to keep it from showing. I certainly wasn't going to be able to earn the money if I was crying and acting like a baby. "Is there a liquor store around here?"

"Go down a couple of blocks, Master. It's there on the left." I shifted uncomfortably in the seat trying to point, but my hands were still cuffed behind my back. "Why?"

BB laughed quietly. "I'm going to see if you're worth that thousand bucks." He pulled up to the front of the store; luckily there was no one else in the parking lot because the lights from the store easily illuminated my naked tits under my see-through blouse. He reached across and uncuffed my hands. "I want you to go in and get the most expensive bottle of champagne there and a bottle of whiskey...the best. And I don't want to pay for it. You have ten minutes or I take you back to your house and collect my thousand."

"How am I supposed to do that, Master? Besides I can't go in there, someone might recognize me."

BB pointed to the skinny kid behind the cash register. "Do you know him?" 

"No Master."

"Then get going, I don't care how you do it, just do it. You've got nine minutes left."

I didn't know what to do. We didn't have the money and the mortgage was due soon. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. The cool night air immediately caused my nipples to stiffen; they were rock hard. I buttoned up my blouse, but left the top two unbuttoned, even in the parking lot you could clearly see my tits through the thin fabric. Slowly, I walked over to the door and stepped inside. 

Immediately the guy at the counter, just barely old enough to drink himself, looked away from the TV he'd been watching and whistled. "What can I do for you?" he leered.

Summoning up some strength and remembering the money we owed I walked purposefully up to the counter. "I need the best bottle of champagne and the best bottle of whiskey you've got."

"Sure thing, honey," he said. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" He grabbed the bottles I asked for and started to ring them up. 

"Actually there is," I said placing my hand on his arm. "I don't want to pay for them...can I have them for free?" I tried to look sweet, but the guy was staring at my tits. Involuntarily I felt myself get wet again. What the fuck was I doing?

"For free? No way. But for that sweet ass I'd do it."

"I don't have time," I explained, "I have to be back in that car in nine minutes. Please?"

"No way...sorry sister."

Glancing back towards the car I said the words I never thought I'd say, "look no fooling around, what about a blow job?"

The guy actually thought about it for a second, glancing back at the car where BB was waiting. "He won't mind?"

"He wants me to do it," I replied.

"Ok, but I get to cum in your mouth."

"Fine. Let's just do it, ok? I haven't much time."

The guy motioned me around the counter and sat down on a stool. I glanced around making sure no one was in the store and then I walked around the counter. Even before I got all the way around he had his dick out. It was medium, maybe six inches and not that thick, but it was very hard. 'No problem', I thought...although I was a little disgusted by my actions. I really am a whore, I thought as I bent down and took it into my mouth. His dick was warm and throbbing in my mouth. He started moaning as soon as I took it in. I wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue on the underside of the head, while my right hand went around the shaft and started pumping up and down. It didn't take him long, within a few minutes I could feel his hips flexing and then my mouth was awash in salty cum. I gagged a bit and a little dripped out of the corner of my mouth. "Thanks," I yelled before he could say anything, grabbed the bottles and ran out of the store. 

As soon as I was outside I spit all his cum onto the sidewalk and ran to the car. "You've still got a little on the side of your mouth," BB said laughing and starting up the car.

"What's so funny, master?" I asked.

"You are...you really are a whore and stupid, but you did work off nearly $150.00"

"Why am I stupid?"

"You live in a small town yet you blew that guy behind the counter. Those places have security cameras; I bet the whole thing was taped. Now everyone will know what a slut you are."

I think my heart stopped for a moment. I hadn't thought about that...I could get over acting like a whore...it even excited me a bit I could admit, but I couldn't let the people in town find out. "Master, you've got to do something. I can't let that tape out, I'll be ruined! I'll do anything you want! Anything!"

"You already promised me anything, remember you stupid cunt. Let me think..." he threw the car back into park and reached into the glove box. He took out a digital camera and got out of the car. "Come with me cunt," he said snapping his fingers. I got out of the car and followed him back into the store.

The guy behind the counter said, "What's the matter? Does she want more? I'll give her a hundred bucks for a fuck, she sucks a mean cock."

BB looked at the guy coolly and said, "no, what she wants is the security tape. The one in the VCR behind the counter. I'll give you $250.00 for it." The kid thought about it for a moment and then said ok. He handed the tape over the counter and took the money BB gave him. "Now then slut," BB said to me here's what I want you to do. Go around the corner and let me take a picture of this young stud you sucked feeling you up," he said holding up the camera. 

"Please, no master..."

"Do it or you know what happens..."

I walked around the counter and opened my blouse. BB took three pictures of the guy squeezing my tits and running his fingers up my pussy. In each case the two of us could be clearly seen. "Now then, do me one more favor fella, take this marker and sign your name on her ass." BB handed the guy a black 'sharpie'.

"You kidding, mister?"

"No." I bent over and the kid wrote his name on my ass, he also took the opportunity to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy once more. 

"That's good, slut," he said. "Nice doing business with ya and then we both walked out of the store and back to the car. Once we got in BB handed me the whiskey and told me to take a drink. I was shaking. "Use it to clean that cum off your face too, while you're at it," he said. "You really are a stupid cunt, now you owe me $1100 and you gave a stranger a blow job. You just paid $100.00 for the privilege! Your husband is just going to love this...at this rate by the end of the night you'll fuck everyone in town and owe me your house!"

"Please, master, no. I wasn't thinking...I'm sorry about the money." I handed him back the bottle, but he said no, to keep it warm. "Excuse me?"

"Take another drink, clean out your mouth and then put the top back on and fuck yourself with it while we drive. You're such a slut, I bet your pussy is soaking wet." As we drove I leaned back in the seat and placed the head of the bottle against my pussy. He was right, I was soaked. Somehow I liked all this abuse. I must admit it was exciting sucking on a strangers cock in a store where anyone could come in at any minute. As I eased the bottle into my swollen snatch, BB snapped on the console light. "What are you doing, master?"

"Keep going, slut. Put your legs up on the dashboard. This is just so anyone who passes can see what you're doing." Fuck it, I thought, and pushed the bottle in harder. Damn, it felt good. I put my feet up on the dashboard and started working the bottle in and out of my pussy. I wasn't watching where we were going I was just getting lost in the moment. A stranger, BB, a man I'd met only hours before was watching me fuck myself with a bottle of booze, he'd made me suck off a stranger and all I could think about was making myself cum. He was right I was a slut!

BB opened my blouse and started pinching my nipples as I continued to fuck myself. I closed my eyes and started really getting into it. Suddenly he honked, I opened my eyes and I saw that we had pulled up next to a big pickup truck with a couple of men inside. I didn't care anymore...I knew they could see right in the car, see what I was doing, but it didn't matter. The men started honking their horn and trying to get BB to pull over and he was laughing. I didn't care. I kept plunging the bottle in and out, faster and faster. Soon I felt the wave building and knew I would cum soon. "I'm going to cum," I moaned.




Linda's Story Ch. 01



"No you're not, cunt!" he shouted. "You don't get to cum unless I tell you to cum!" He reached over and slapped me hard on my swollen clit. I screamed, it was so unexpected, but it did its trick, my orgasm was gone. Slowly I pulled the bottle out of my swollen agonized pussy as BB sped off and away from the truck. "Take another drink," he ordered.

"You're going to get me drunk, master."

"Do what I say."

"Yes, master." I opened the bottle and took a swig tasting my juices along with the whiskey. The combination was wonderful. I was feeling warm inside, not only from my aborted orgasm, but from the booze. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Back to my hotel where you're going to start working off that money."

I'm so ashamed. There I was with my skirt up over my hips, my pussy and my tits hanging out and all I could think was 'Yum!' When we got to the hotel BB pulled us around to the other side. He wouldn't let me button up my blouse, but it didn't matter. There was no one else in the parking lot. We walked up to his room, me carrying the booze and entered.

When we got inside, BB said, "well I hope you've enjoyed yourself, I'm a hundred dollars poorer and I haven't gotten any."

"Yes, master, actually I have."

"Good. Then dance for me."

I started a slow striptease, though to be truthful I wasn't sure what for. He'd already seen me naked, seen me playing with myself and seen me in action. What more could he want. However I knew better than to ask. I just started dancing, slowly taking off my clothes. I could tell it was working, because I could see the large lump in his pants. After a few minutes I was naked, standing there in all my glory.

"Come here, bitch," he put the handcuffs back on me, forcing my hands behind my back and me onto my knees before him. "Using only your mouth, undo my pants and suck on my cock. I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer me by either taking me all in for a yes or shaking my cock back and forth for a no. Do you understand me cunt?"

"Yes, master."

"Good then begin." It took me nearly ten minutes of nibbling and tugging before I was able to free his cock, which sprang easily to attention. Without his urging I took it into my mouth and began to suck eagerly. I was thinking about the kid in the liquor store and the ride back to the hotel room, my pussy was dripping and I think he could smell me from where he sat.

After a little while I began to hear him moan and then he had me back off and started asking questions. When did I lose my virginity? 14? I took him all the way down. "Fourteen? Why you are a slut, but I already learned that tonight. When did you suck your first cock? 14? 15? 16?" I sucked down harder. "Did you swallow?" I wagged his cock back and forth. "Do you like to swallow?" Again I wagged his cock back and forth. "But you're going to swallow me now, right cunt?" I jammed my head down on his cock sucking for all I was worth. Up and down, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. After a little while I was rewarded by hot streams of cum flooding my mouth. Unlike with the kid, this time I knew I had to swallow. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. I seemed like he came buckets in my mouth. Finally he pulled back. "That was good cunt for a start. Now comes the real fun and games."

END PART ONE



Linda's Story Ch. 02



As BB's cock erupted, spewing thick streams of cum into my mouth, BB grabbed my head and forced it down until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Instinctively I tried to pull back as the head of his cock bashed into the back of my throat, but I was not strong enough to pull away. My struggles only seemed to excite him more as he started thrusting his hips towards my mouth yelling, "Take it all you slut! Eat my cum you whore!" 

I'm ashamed to admit that this excited me as well; I stopped struggling and eagerly sucked the last of the salty fluid from his cock. When I could tell that he was drained I began to pull back, but BB held me firm. "You liked that; didn't you cunt?" BB didn't wait for an answer; instead he reached down between my legs and ran his fingers over my sopping pussy. There was no way I could lie, my pussy was dripping with juices and burning with the need to be fucked. "You did like it. I knew you were a slut."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me slowly off his cock, as he pulled I made sure I licked the shaft clean. I was trembling, I wanted to fuck so bad, but I didn't want BB to know it. He'd made me a whore all evening, I felt disgusted with myself, but at the same time I was excited. I loved sex and I loved having sex with my husband, but he'd never done the things to me that I'd done tonight. I don't think he could, he loved me too much to force me to be his whore, but I liked it. That was the disturbing truth. I'd liked it.

"Fuck me, master," I whispered, "please."

BB just laughed. "You haven't earned it yet, cunt. But you do look like you need a release, don't you cunt? Tell me you're my whore and you need to cum."

I looked up at BB's face that was leering down at me. "Please master, I need to cum. Please let me cum. I'm your whore, I'm BB's whore and I'll do anything, just please let me cum."

He must have liked what I was saying because I saw his dick stiffen a little. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, then spun me around and undid the cuffs. I felt a rush of excitement, but it was short lived. The hotel room wasn't big, just room for the bed and a small table and desk. He walked over to the table and pulled it in front of the window. The curtains on the window were closed, but I had an uncomfortable feeling that I knew what was coming next. 

He patted the table, "come over here and sit down on the table." I did and also drew my legs up like he wanted, fully exposing my swollen pussy. "I want you to play with yourself in front of me. If you can get me excited enough watching you get off, then maybe you'll earn a fuck."

I was embarrassed and maybe even blushed. It is one thing to fuck a man or even suck his dick; it's another thing to masturbate in front of him. BB must have noticed my discomfort because he laughed again. "You fucked yourself with a whiskey bottle in front of me in my car, what's your problem? Don't you want to cum?"

"Yes master..." Scooting back to make sure he had a good view I let my hands slide down to my pussy. It was so wet I didn't need any lubrication. Slowly I started to finger myself. I dipped my finger into my sopping hole and then slid it up to my swollen clit. Suddenly BB stood up and walked towards me and I thought, great I'm finally going to get it. But it wasn't to be, instead of slipping his slowly hardening cock into me he reached over to the curtains and pulled them wide open. Immediately I stopped and slammed my legs together.

"Don't stop now, cunt. I told you to get yourself off, what's it matter to you if you have an audience. There was no one outside the window now and it was late at night, but I knew that at any moment someone could come walking by and spy what I was doing. They could hardly miss it; I was sitting on a table right in front of the window. Knowing I had no choice I slowly opened my legs and started rubbing myself again. Maybe, I thought, if I can get myself off quickly enough, no one will see.

I started rubbing my clit faster feeling the beginning of an orgasm tingling deep inside. Suddenly, there came several bright flashes, I looked up and saw that BB was taking pictures of me. I stopped for a moment and then thought 'fuck it' I don't care what he does. All I want to do is cum before someone walks by that window. My left hand came up and started pinching my nipples, rubbing them between my fingers and my right worked furiously at my clit. From somewhere deep inside me I started to moan. I was close, my orgasm was building and any minute now I was going to get my release. 

My eyes had closed; I didn't care if a troop of boy scouts was parked outside the window. I had to cum. I needed it so bad. Suddenly I felt my hand yanked away from my pussy, I was roughly pushed backwards, down on the table and then came the slaps, the terrible agonizing slaps, one after the other against my clit and swollen pussy lips. My eyes flew open and I screamed in pain, these were not gentle slaps, but full-blown spankings. BB was spanking my pussy! One. Two. Three. Four. Five. My lips swelled further, turning bright red under the punishment. 

"I told you to play with yourself, cunt. Not to make yourself cum!"

"Yes, master," I sobbed. "Sorry master." He spanked me several more times, each time my body shook with the shock of the spankings. Finally he stopped and looked up at the window. Slowly he closed the curtains. "Did anyone see?" I asked.

"What do I care?" he replied. "I certainly don't care what anyone saw or didn't see. You're just a two-bit whore who can't follow directions. Maybe I should just take you back to your husband now and ask for my money?"

"No master, please don't. I just want to please you, don't take me back." I sat up slowly on the table, wincing slightly where my swollen lips pressed against the wood. "I'm a stupid whore, master, you know that. I didn't follow instructions. Please don't send me back."

BB seemed to consider my words for a moment, then yanked me off the table and threw me over to the bed. "Lie down and spread your arms and legs." I did this eagerly, for I saw that his cock was hard again and was eagerly anticipating it between my legs. He reached down under the bed and took out four pieces of soft rope, which he quickly tied around my wrists and ankles and then to each corner of the bed. He pushed a pillow under my hips so that they were raised a few inches above the bed and afforded him easy access. Then he took out his camera again.

"You know what? I haven't signed you yet, let me get my pen." From the bedside table he took the sharpie marker and walked over to my spread-eagled form. He looked me over carefully before choosing a spot beneath my breasts and wrote in large letters, 'BB'. "There," he said admiring his handiwork; "I think that's good to start." He took several pictures of my tied spread-eagled and one or two close-ups of my red swollen pussy.

He stood back from the bed, "That should do it," then he came over and straddled my face lowering his balls just above my mouth. "Make sure I'm good and hard." By craning my neck forward I was just able to reach his balls, which I eagerly licked and sucked, pulling first one and then both into my mouth. In a few moments he pulled out and adjusted himself so that I could suck his cock, which he eagerly plunged in and out of my willing mouth. Harder and harder.

I was tied down, I could neither avoid his cock nor reach up and stroke it, all I could do was open my mouth as far as it could go and let him plunge it deep inside me. I felt it knocking at the back of my throat and I gagged once or twice, but that only seemed to excite him further. Relentlessly he pounded my mouth until I could feel him beginning to tense, his own orgasm not too far off. Then just before he came, he pulled out and left me gasping for air.

"You're a good little cocksucker, cunt. So I'm going to reward you a little." I was still gasping for air when I felt him move down my body. I felt something cool and soft against my swollen pussy lips and gasped when I realized it was his tongue. He started lapping at my pussy and I moaned deeply. He worked his tongue up and down my lips, slipping in and out of my hole. "Yes, master, yes. Yes." I moaned. Then he worked his way up to my clit and started flicking it back and forth. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Yes," I screamed, "I'm going to cum!" He pulled back immediately and slapped my cunt hard. Immediately my orgasm was denied. "No master, please...please..." He slapped my cunt again and again. I pulled forward, tearing at the ropes, but it was no use. My agonized pussy couldn't cum.

I lay there whimpering on the bed. I could feel my pussy lips throbbing hotly with blood. All I wanted to do was cum and I couldn't. He did it again. Starting slowly he worked his tongue around my pussy lips. Almost immediately I felt the crest of my orgasm building. Just as I got to the point of no return, he pulled away and began spanking my cunt with hard sharp strokes. Again I was denied. I couldn't help it now, I was sobbing in frustration and pain. My whole world was consumed by the burning need between my legs.

"I wish my buddies could see you now," BB said. And then as if he'd gotten an idea he reached over the side of the bed and picked up the phone. He dialed a quick number and whoever it was on the other side picked it up quickly. "Hey man," BB said, "You've gotta hear this..." and then he set the receiver down on the table beside the bed. Before I knew what was happening he was between my legs again, nibbling and sucking at my bruised cunt. Immediately I started moaning, deep and guttural. "Yes, yes master!" I cried. Expertly he built me up to the brink of my orgasm, I was crying and moaning wildly at this point and then once again he stopped and slapped my clit as hard as he could. It felt like I was kicked in the stomach. "No!" I cried, "Please master, please let me cum. I'm your slut, your whore, I'll do anything you want, but please let me cum. I'm begging you!"

"Do you want me to take you back to your husband?" BB asked.

"No, please let me cum! I'll be your whore, I'll do anything, just let me cum!" He laughed then and then shoved his cock into my pussy. It felt like a knife sliding between my swollen and bruised lips. "Yes," I screamed, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck your little whore!" He pounded it into me, fucking me harder and harder and all I could do was scream as my orgasm took me. "Oh God, oh God!," I yelled, "no one's ever fucked me like that!" and still he was pounding and I was rising on another orgasm. It felt like hours, but it could have been just minutes before I felt BB tense inside me and then he was pulling out and thick ropey streams of jism were flying over my body, hitting me in the mouth and face and hair. "More, more," I cried, but BB just shook his head. "That's all you get for now, cunt. Say goodnight to your husband."

"What?"

"That's your darling hubby on the other end..." BB picked up the phone and I could hear an agonized voice coming from the other end. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I had an idea. "Night, night you bastard," BB said over the phone, "You should have had my thousand bucks." Then he hung up. He turned grinning to me. "Let's take another picture and then we'll decide what to do next." I was sobbing now, oh God, I thought, what will my hubby think of me?

END PART TWO



Linda's Story Ch. 03



BB let me sleep for a few hours, or maybe I just plummeted into sleep out of pure exhaustion. When I woke up it was still dark and BB was sleeping quietly next to me. I was still tied, spread in a giant X across the bed, and he had curled up between my right arm and leg, his hand softly holding my breast.

I glanced up and saw that the curtains were still open and briefly wondered if anyone had seen me last night. Strangely, I didn't really care. BB had ruined me last night; I could only wonder what my husband was thinking. He'd heard me; I was sure, over the phone, screaming for BB to fuck me. He'd heard me call myself BB's whore and I was. I was a slut and a whore, and secretly the idea thrilled me. I'd had the greatest orgasm of my life, two or three, I wasn't sure, but they'd been fantastic and all at the hands of this man who seemed to know my secret desires.

I wanted to wake BB up and ask him to close the curtains, but I knew if I asked he wouldn't do it. Last night it had been late and I doubted if anyone had come by the window and looked in, but morning was fast approaching and soon people would be leaving their rooms. BB's room was near the stairwell; anyone passing by could glance in the window and see me tied to the bed. The thought both excited me and scared me.

My pussy was still sore form the beating I'd gotten last night and I still had all day with BB. All the way until midnight. I was afraid of what he'd come up with next. I must have squirmed on the bed because I heard BB stirring against me. He opened his eyes and grinned, "Good morning, slut."

"Good morning, Master," I replied.

He stretched and got out of bed and for the first time I had the chance to admire his body. He was a large man, 6'3" and maybe 190 lbs. Even in heals I wouldn't come up much past his chest. I felt my pussy clench.

He leaned over me, I thought it was to untie my hands, but he just placed his limp dick against my lips. "Suck it," he ordered. The day had begun. I opened my mouth, not eagerly, but then I had little choice and gently licked the underside of his cockhead. In a few moments it began to swell and I sucked it with more energy. Maybe, I thought, if I can get him off quickly he'll let me up before people start waking. I craned my neck forward and slurped it down, moving back and forwards trying to make him cum. I could feel his body tensing when he pulled back.

"That's enough for now," he said, "I just wanted to know if you were still playing the whore."

Then he reached over and untied my wrists. My arms ached from being tied all night, but I quickly sat up and untied my ankles. "May I go clean up, master?"

"You can go use the bathroom and comb your hair, but don't clean any of my cum off of your face or hair, and make sure you leave the signatures on your body. I want to see the evidence that you're a whore."

I went into the bathroom and freshened up. I was quite a sight, like I'd just been fucked. I started to brush my hair, but it was knotted up in places where his cum had dried, so I just brushed it enough that I didn't look disheveled. There was a little cum dried on the side of my face and a little more around my mouth, but most of it had splashed over my tits. Oh well, I thought, the day can't get much worse.

I left the bathroom and stepped back into the room. BB was busy watching the security tape from last night. A woman, who was obviously me, was busy bobbing her head up and down over the store clerk's lap. BB still hadn't closed the curtains.

"You know you really are a whore," he said looking up briefly. "Tell me the truth, you liked last night. You really enjoyed yourself."

After a moment of silence I looked over at him and said, "Yes. It had been exciting and thrilling." A blush spread across my face.

"You know you really have too much hair for a whore," he said finally, "go back into the bathroom and shave off your bush. I really think you should look the part."

"Yes, master." I turned and went back into the bathroom. I'd just gotten waxed the other day and thought the small triangle I had left looked sexy, but until midnight I had to do what he said or risk the $1000 and I wasn't about to go back to my hubby and tell him that we still owed the money. Not after everything I'd done.

I looked around the bathroom until I found BB's razor and some shaving cream. Just how am I going to explain this to hubby, I thought as I rubbed the cream in. The wax-bitch hadn't left much hair anyways, so it only took a few swipes with the razor until I was bare. I could hear BB in the next room watching the tape. Every once in a while he'd call something out to me like, 'God, you're such a whore.'

It was true, it was all true. I figured that hubby would have to deal with the phone call last night, after all it had been he who lost me in the poker game, but I wasn't so sure that he'd understand about the kid in the liquor store. I was getting excited again thinking about what I'd done. As I washed off the rest of the shaving cream, I brushed my clit accidentally and sent electric shivers through my body. How could I still be so horny?

I didn't think about what I did next. I just started playing with my clit. It felt so good. I kept rubbing my clit back and forth trying to cum before BB finished with the movie. I must have moaned or something, because suddenly the bathroom door crashed open.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, cunt?" He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the counter where I'd been sitting. "You filthy, stinking, good for nothing whore! I ought to send you right back to your precious husband and demand my thousand bucks!"

"No, please," I pleaded.

BB wasn't hearing any of it. He dragged me by my hair over to the table before the open window and bent me over. Then he began spanking me, hard on my ass. After about a dozen spanks my ass was red and smarting. I tried to look up at him, but he pushed my head back down. "Stay there, cunt," he snarled.

He stepped away for a moment and then came back with a long leather belt. "Please, no, master. I'm begging you."

"Shut up, cunt. This is what you get for disobeying me. You'll be lucky if I don't send you straight back to your lousy husband!" Crack! The belt came down across my ass like a brand of fire. I must have screamed and I was sobbing now, but still the belt came down, twenty or thirty times.

I never looked up through the window, but someone must have come by and seen what was happening. Suddenly there was a banging on the door. I heard the word, 'Hotel Security, Open up!' shouted through the door. BB spun me around and dropped the belt, "Shut up and do exactly like I tell you cunt or you go home now. Understand me?"

"Yes," I stuttered through the tears. BB told me to go over and sit on the bed and stop crying. I wiped the tears on my face and tried to sit down, but my ass hurt so much. I reached back quickly and felt hot welts all over my ass. I sat on the edge of the bed, but I squirmed. He didn't tell me to put on any clothes so I didn't. I was going to do exactly what he said.

BB walked over to the door calmly and dropped the belt. He opened the door and said, "What seems to be the problem, officer?" through the crack. I didn't hear what the officer said, but suddenly the door was pushed open and a portly man in a rumpled security uniform stepped through. "Someone called and said you were beating your wife in here. Is that true?"

"No sir, not really," BB replied. "The slut told me she was having an affair, she broke down and was crying. I was just punishing the cunt. You don't know how I felt; she was begging and crying, saying that she'd do anything to have me back. Ask her...it was consensual. I was just punishing her for what she'd done. She has to do anything I say from now on, that's the agreement, because she's a slut. Go on officer, ask her. She wanted me to." BB stepped aside so that the officer could see me clearly. 

I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. There I was squirming on the edge of the bed, my ass on fire, completely naked. He stumbled over his words, his eyes locked on my tits and the bare patch between my legs. I looked up at him and nodded, "Yes sir. That's the truth. I was a slut and cheated on him. I told him to punish me any way he wanted. It's what I want...just to keep him. I'm so sorry."

The guard tore his eyes away from my body and looked over to BB. He licked his lips and said that although he understood, it was management's policy that we'd have to leave the hotel. BB nodded that he understood and said he was sorry for any commotion he'd caused. The guard put a commiserating hand on BB's arm and said in a low whisper, "I feel for you man, I'd beat the bitch too." Then as he was turning to leave, BB turned to me and said, "Ok, honey you heard the guard, blow him to show that you're sorry."

"What?" I stammered.

"What," said the guard, turning back with a grin on his face.

BB looked at the guard and smiled. "She's a slut after all and we caused a commotion, I think she should make up for it, don't you?"

"Well yeah, but mister she's your wife."

"She's a whore, aren't you slut? Tell the man you're a whore and you want to suck his cock."

I looked up at the guard my lips were trembling. I looked over to BB, willing him with my eyes to make him stop this. I didn't want to do this, but part of me did. I spread my legs so the guard could get a good look at my bald pussy. "Come on sugar," I said to the guard in my best come-on voice, "He's right. I am a whore. Look at me, look at all of me," I said leaning back and spreading my legs further. I'm a lying, cheating slut and I should pay for the disturbance I made. Come over here and let me suck on your cock. I know you want it."

The guard didn't take any more convincing. He walked up to the edge of the bed and I reached over and undid the zipper on his pants. BB softly closed the door. The guard's cock sprang to attention. I looked over at BB and he nodded. 

Without any further hesitation I leaned forward and slipped the guard's hard cock into my mouth. As I bobbed my head up and down I reached up with my right hand and grasped the shaft, stroking it back and forth, jacking him off into my mouth. As I sucked, BB picked up his camera and moved around until he had a good angle. Then he took several pictures, making sure that my face and the guards could be clearly seen. 

Soon the guard was moaning and rocking his hips back and forth in synch with the bobbing of my head. "When he's ready to cum, I want you to pull him out and let him cum all over your tits," BB said to me. I nodded, then deep-throated the guard and jerked violently on his shaft. He was ready. Suddenly his hips jerked forward, I pulled back letting his cock slide all the way out of my throat and pointed it at my tits. His cum splashed hot against my tits and I kept jerking until he was dry. 

BB took another picture. Then he turned to the guard and handed him the pen. "Sign her," he said. "Every guy that fucks her has to sign her, so I can prove what a slut she is." The guard looked confused but took the pen and signed his name on my hip. "You suck a mean cock, mam," he said to me.

"Thanks."

BB turned back to me, "I'm going to walk our friend out of here; I'll be back in a minute. Rub his cum into your tits while I'm gone." Then he turned and escorted the guard out into the hallway. They stood there speaking for a few minutes and then BB returned.

"You're lucky. He won't call the cops, but we still have to leave. Get dressed, I'm hungry."

It took about ten minutes to pack up all of BB's stuff, and then I turned to put on my clothes. I looked at them for a moment then turned back to BB. "You're kidding, right, master? I can't go outside in these clothes. In the daylight my blouse is nearly transparent and the skirt barely comes below my pussy. This is a small town, I'm bound to run into someone I know and I don't even have a bra or panties."

"You don't have a choice, cunt," BB snarled. "Because you were so stupid and couldn't keep your fingers to yourself we're out of a hotel. I might have kept you in here until midnight, might have just fucked you until I couldn't any longer, but you fucked up. We have to leave. Your choice, come with me or go home and come up with my money, but I won't ask you again. I'm getting tired of it. The deal was that you would do anything. If I ask you to walk out of here butt naked and suck every man you pass along the way, you will do it. Now are you coming?"

I really had no choice. I put on my clothes, thankful for them as skimpy as they were and followed BB out of the room and down to his car. "We can't check into a new hotel until 11am, it's around 8 now, so we've got a couple of hours to kill. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, master. I'm starved."

"Good, let's get something to eat."

We drove around for a bit, looking for a restaurant. Luckily BB chose a tourist trap, the type of place where the locals rarely go, right off the freeway. When I walked in it felt like everyone in the place turned to look at me. It felt like a thousand pairs of eyes were looking me over and deciding I was trash. The waitress smirked as she showed us to our table. Once the waitress had left with our order BB told me to unbutton my blouse two lower. I couldn't believe it, if it weren't bad enough that in sunlight you could see right through my blouse, if I unbuttoned it that far the girls would almost fall out. I did what I was told, of course. There was no use in resisting him.

His next order left me dumbfounded. "Give me the names and phone numbers of all the guys at the poker game last night."

"Why do you need them, master?"

"Cunt you listen to me and listen hard you are going to give me those phone numbers in the next ten seconds or you are going to hop up on this table and masturbate for everyone in the restaurant and you will keep masturbating until the cops come and take you to jail. You have 10...9...8..."

I quickly gave him their numbers. "Now while we're waiting for our food I want you to walk slowly down the aisle to the bathroom. You can use it if you need and walk slowly back. Make sure everyone gets a good look at you. On the way back I want you to stop and pretend to pick something off the floor. See that table of college kids; I want you to do it right over there in front of their table.

I was mortified, but again had no choice. I got up and slowly made my way towards the ladies room. While I was walking I could feel every eye in the place following me. Many of them were hungry looks, but quite a few were disgusted and if I dirtied the place just by my being there. No one was in the bathroom when I entered, so I took a few moments to look at myself. 

What had happened to me? Just last night I was a happy wife, I flirted a little and I drank a bit too much upon occasion, but I was a regular respectable lady. A day later I was a stranger's whore, doing things that I'd never thought possible. I wanted to cry, but I knew that would only make the situation worse. Besides, as much as I was sickened by the things I had done, part of me was excited. Part of me wanted this to go on, wanted to see how far it would go.

I walked back, just as BB had ordered and stopped before the college kids table. When I bent down in front of them my skirt rode up and I knew that the entire table, if not that half of the restaurant could see my pink swollen pussy lips and the welts across my ass. I heard a few gasps and the guys started elbowing each other and saying, 'did you see that?" I turned back towards all of them and smiled before going back to my seat.

BB was getting off the phone. "Yeah, yeah, that will work great...thanks Frank."

"That was Frank?" I asked. "Mary-Beth's Frank? The one from the poker party?"

"Yes, I had to ask him a question. He told me about a place that's just perfect."

"What place, master?"

"You know for a small town, you have some dirty little secrets. You just forget about that call and eat your food. You'll need your strength." No matter how much I pestered him, he wouldn't tell me what it had been about. After a while he got annoyed and asked me if I wanted to masturbate. I ate my food.

We got back into BB's car and started driving. BB reached into the back and handed me the bottle of whiskey. "Drink."

"But it's not even nine in the morning, master."

He reached over and grabbed one of my tits and squeezed hard, "You have a real problem following instructions, cunt. I said drink and it'd better be a big one."

I did what he said, my tit still smarting. The whiskey went down like fire, but warmed my stomach. He had me take several more swigs from the bottle until he finally told me to stop. I'd probably had five or six shots worth in a little over ten minutes, I was already feeling a little drunk. Then BB took the bottle from my and pulled up my skirt. I thought he was going to stick it back in my pussy but instead he poured a little pool into the palm of his hand and then slapped my pussy with it. It burned and I yelped, but he kept rubbing it in. Then he dried his hand off on my blouse. Now I also smelled like a slut, I kept squirming on the seat, the whiskey burning my pussy and the welts on my ass where it had dripped down. 

He handed the bottle back to me and ordered me to take another swallow. I nearly gagged, but I was able to keep it down. I started to put it back in the back seat, but he ordered me to shove the neck of the bottle up my pussy and to keep it there while we drove. "Gotta keep you warmed up," was all the answer he gave.

After another ten minutes or so BB took an exit that I was unfamiliar with. It led away from the freeway and across a number of empty fields. "Where are we, master?"

"Just a little outside of town, Frank told me about this place, said he and your husband used to go here on Friday nights when they were supposed to be bowling. He hadn't been here in a while, but he thought it would still be open."

Sure enough after another ten minutes a nondescript building appeared by the side of the road, a weathered sign proclaimed it the 'Pleasure Palace'. A couple of beat up cars and several Harleys were parked in the parking lot. It looked like a rough place and I could hardly imagine my husband ever coming here. BB pulled into the parking lot and then we got out of the car, me a little unsteadily.

We walked up to the seedy door, which was opened by a bouncer with tattoos crawling up and down his arms. He looked the two of us over and told BB that it would be $20 for him, but that I was free. There was also a two-drink minimum. BB said that it was fine, but asked to speak to the manager. He told me to stand outside the door and wait for him.

He was only gone a few minutes, but they were the longest minutes of my life. The bouncer openly leered at me, though he didn't say anything and I kept worrying that someone I knew, maybe even Frank might come by. Frank knew that I was with BB, he'd been there when the arrangement had been made. It would be just like him to come by to try and get another glimpse. Hopefully BB hadn't told him when we'd be here. It was early, who the fuck came to a strip club at 9:30 in the morning? And it had to be a strip club, what else would be called the Pleasure Palace?

I was sure that I knew what BB intended, why else had he gone to speak to the manager. He was going to make me dance in front of the people who were here. Another humiliation, I hoped that there was no one in there that I recognized. At least I was drunk, thank god for that. I scanned the parking lot again and was relieved that I didn't recognize any of the cars.

After a few more anxious minutes the bouncer stuck his head outside the door and called, "Come on slut, your boyfriend says he's ready for you."




Linda's Story Ch. 03



"I'm not a slut!," I yelled back at him as I made my way inside.

The bouncer just laughed, "Your boyfriend says differently..."

I glared at the bouncer as I walked inside, but he just grinned back at me. BB was waiting for me by a velvet rope. He moved it aside when he saw me and took my arm as we walked into the dark interior.

It was set up much like a regular bar, except that a number of small tables were scattered about in front of a raised stage complete with requisite stripper pole. About seven or eight of the tables were already occupied; there were about fifteen people in the place. I was actually surprised at the number, but I didn't recognize any of them. The manager guided us down to a table up front, right next to the stage where a worn-out woman was gyrating in time to the pulsing music. 

"I guess I'm next, is that it Master?" I asked, not really caring anymore. I don't know if it was the whiskey or everything I'd done earlier, but at that moment I didn't care if I was going to have to strip in front of all these people. I'd done worse already.

"Shut up, cunt," he replied, "and maybe you'll learn something." For about the next hour I watched several women get up and dance around the pole. They were up on stage for three songs in various stages of undress. By the third song they were always completely naked. 

"I didn't think that was allowed in this state, master." 

"That's why I had to call Frank. Your husband told me last night before I won you that Frank knew all the raunchy spots around here." BB handed me some money and made me go up and tip the ladies. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or because I didn't care anymore, but each time I went up there I made sure I bent way over so that the whole bar could look up my skirt. There were wolf whistles every time and it turned me on.

A couple more people drifted into the bar. Each time someone came in I whipped my head around anxiously, but it was no one I knew. Finally BB told me to stop and watch the ladies. He told me I could pick one out for a lap dance if I wanted. I pretended to study each of the women intently, but I was only buying my time. I didn't want any of these skanks sitting on my lap.

A few more people came in, but by this time I didn't care. The women were actually turning me on and I was enjoying flashing the bar when I tipped them. The new people came in and sat down at our table. I looked up and the blood drained from my face. Frank, Tom, and Jason were there, they guys from the poker party. BB moved over so that Frank could sit next to me, Jason sat behind me and Tom sat on the other side. I started to rise, but I was blocked in. 

"Sit down, whore," BB commanded. I sat. I was horrified and the blood had raced to my cheeks. I knew these guys wives, went out shopping with them. I saw one of them at least every week and at least once a month they were over for their poker games. BB was speaking again, "guys you all know Linda and you know about the deal I made with Jim for her." They all nodded and each in turn leered at me. BB continued, "I've noticed that this slut has a problem following orders and I asked you gentlemen down to help me teach her a lesson in humiliation. Each of you knows her as the nice little wife of your friend, Jim; each of you will see her long after I'm gone. You'll know what she's capable of and what's worse, she'll know that you know. And for the rest of the day, until midnight, after you've left she'll know that she'd better follow every order or I'll humiliate her even worse...maybe take her to her boss's house or to her mother's. Are you gentlemen willing to help?"

They all nodded and agreed quickly, Frank quickest of all. "Slut," BB said turning to me, "at the poker party I let each of these guys see you and touch you for a few minutes. I don't think it was long enough to make an impression on you, so right now until I tell them to stop; I'm going to let them touch you as much as they want. Sit up on the table and turn and face the bar. Good. Now take off your blouse and skirt and let them do whatever they want."

I hopped up on the table; BB's point was well made. At least I was drunk enough not to feel too ashamed. As soon as I was naked, BB went around to the head of the table and pulled me down until I was lying there naked in front of hubby's friend. Then he must have signaled to the manager or something, because one of the spotlights was turned from the stage and focused on the table. Everyone in the bar could see what we were doing. As soon as the light shown down Frank gasped, "She's shaved...I like it...it's so sluty," and he immediately ran his fingers along my lips. 

I couldn't help it, I moaned, this only inflamed the poker buddies. Each of them was soon squeezing my tits or playing with my pussy. Jason, my hubby's partner, started pushing his fingers in and out of my pussy in time with the music. Even the stripper yelled, 'Give it to the whore!' I was humiliated, but incredibly turned on. I started thrusting my hips forward to meet Jason's fingers and I was moaning out loud. Frank was sucking on one of my tits while BB held my hands. Tom had picked up the camera that BB had given him and was took several pictures of hubby's friends playing with me.

I couldn't help it, but Jason was bringing me to orgasm. I tried to hide the fact, forced myself to stop moaning and tried to breathe normally, but BB noticed anyways. Without skipping a beat, he leaned over and slapped my hard on my clit. I screamed and the poker buddies all laughed. "You cum when I tell you to cum, cunt! That's one of the things you have to learn!" They guys were now getting into it; each of them took turns trying to bring me to the brink. Each time I got there, no matter how well I tried to hide it, BB somehow knew and the response was always the same. Slap! Slap! Slap! His hand would crash into my clit and I would scream out in pain, my orgasm destroyed. By this time most of the bar had crowded around our table to see what was happening. My juices flowed like a river.

I don't know how long this went on, but suddenly each of them stopped and grabbed a different limb. I was lifted off the table and the four of them carried me down a dark hall to a room in the back. It wasn't a real room, just three walls and a curtain, but as soon as we were through they dropped me to the floor and shut the curtain.

BB didn't even look down at me. "Ok guys, you know the deal. You've seen what she's really like and you've had a bit of fun. This is where it's for real. It's fifty bucks for head and a hundred for a fuck. The only stipulation is that you've got to pull out and cum on her and afterwards sign your name anywhere you want on her body. Frank, since you told me about this place, what do you want?"

"Tell the cunt to give me some head and if she isn't worth fifty bucks I'm going to tell Jim."

"All right slut, you heard the man, do what you do best."

I got up on my knees and looked up at a man who'd had me and my husband over for barbeques every weekend last month. One look at his face and I knew that he would tell. I reached up and unzipped his pants. His dick was rigid and about six inches in length. This is going to be easy I thought. I started sucking right away, deep-throating him and squeezing his balls. I must not have been paying attention, because suddenly I felt Tom behind me. He slowly pushed his dick into my sopping pussy while I sucked Frank off. He was bigger than Frank, I could tell that right away. And I was hot. I wanted it. The last hour in the bar had been an incredible turn on, all those men touching me, all those others watching. Tom started pounding me and I could feel Frank getting near his climax. I pulled his cock out and directed it over my tits. 

Tom kept fucking me, pounding my pussy as hard as he could. Jason then stepped in front of me. "I got a treat for you, baby." His dick was enormous, at least ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. He shoved the head of it in my mouth but I could barely get it in. 

"Take him all the way, cunt," BB said, "or I'll let him use that on your ass." Slowly I inched it into my mouth, though it hurt me to hold it open so far. Jason didn't wait for me to start sucking; he just started thrusting it in me, while I felt Tom tense behind me. By this time I couldn't help it and I came just as Tom pulled out and I felt his cum splash all over my back. Jason just grabbed the back of my head and jammed his cock in. I gagged and tried not to throw up, but he didn't care. He just kept pounding that monster dick into me.

I hadn't noticed, but Frank had stepped away for a moment. When he came back, he said to BB, "When Jason's finished with her, I've got someone for her to meet." I tried to turn my head to see what he was talking about but I couldn't...Jason held my head and pounded his meat into me. In a few minutes I heard him grunt and yank his cock out, his cum blasted me in the face and I could feel it dripping down my chin onto my tits.

I looked up and saw Frank standing there with his 18-year-old son. My god! Aaron mowed my lawn and now he was looking at me, his eyes popping out of his head, with cum dripping all over me. Frank turned to BB, "Aaron is still a virgin and I thought it might be nice if your cunt helped him out with that. I'll pay for him."

BB looked at me and saw the horrified look on my face and just laughed. "No this she'll do for free as a thank you for the privilege. Roll over cunt and let the boy see you."

I was stunned, but the point had been made. I wasn't going to refuse BB anything any longer. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for the boy. He looked up at his father, "Go ahead son. You're always looking at her, now go fuck her; just don't say anything to her friends. Who knows, maybe this is how she'll tip you the next time you mow her lawn."

Everyone got a big kick out of that. I just spread my legs and said, "Come over here Aaron. It's all right, I've been a bad girl and these guys are just helping me see the error of my ways."

It didn't take long to convince him. His eyes were riveted on my pussy. He pulled out his pants and got down on the floor and shoved his cock in. It was over in a couple of minutes, but he didn't have enough control to pull it out in time. He looked up and said he was sorry, but I don't think anyone cared. "Make her suck you off son, so you know what a blow job feels like." 

Aaron didn't take any more coaxing. He pulled his limp dick out of my pussy and walked over and stood over my mouth. I got back up on my knees and started sucking him, he tasted good, his cum mixed with my pussy juices. By this time, Frank said, "Ok I'm in for another hundred; I want some of that cunt my son got." He climbed behind me and slammed his cock home. I was cumming again within seconds. I felt disgusted but turned on like never before. 

I rode him while I sucked his son back to hardness and when he was ready to cum I pulled him out and let him cum all over my tits. I even rubbed it in while his father pumped in and out until he covered my ass. Jason said, "I want her cunt too, but I'm not paying a full hundred for something that used."

It was really degrading hearing these men talk, especially in front of Aaron who was supposed to mow my lawn again next week. BB told him $75, take it or leave it and Jason rammed his monster into me. I was well lubricated by this time and Jason didn't have much trouble getting it in. But still it hurt. He pounded me for about five minutes while Aaron took some more pictures for BB. I came again and again, screaming for pleasure while that monster pounded into me. When he came, he grabbed the back of my head and squirted it all in my hair. I just lay down exhausted while the men counted their money over me. 

BB had them drop it all over my body and then took several pictures of the poker buddies and Aaron standing around me. He handed each of them a sharpie and one by one they added their signatures to my body. Aaron even signed me just above my pussy.

One by one they left and then BB was standing above me. "Now what, master?"

"I hope you learned your lesson. It didn't have to be like that."

"I'll do anything, master. I mean it."

"Good. Now I want you to walk out on stage. I want you to sit down on the edge and wait until the spot light is on you. Then you are going to masturbate for everyone in the crowd. You are going to finger yourself and get yourself off. I want you to cum in front of everyone and collect as many tips as you can. You've earned $375 today so far and another $200 last night, but you cost me a hundred over the free booze for the video, so we'll call it $475. Collect another $50 in tips or I'll make you suck every guy in the bar for $10 bucks apiece.

I didn't even wait, just got up and walked out. When I walked onto the stage the whole place erupted. They could see the cum splattered over me and they knew what I was. I did too, there was no longer any doubt. I did as BB told me, I walked to the edge of the stage and as soon as the spotlight was on me I lay back and did my thing. As I fingered my pussy I thought about hubby's friends. I thought about their cocks in my mouth and my pussy and how good it made me feel. Everyone was hooting and hollering. I came like a thunderclap. When I was finished there was a lot of clapping. I just lay there while the guys came up with ones. Since I didn't have any panties, I just let them shove the money in my pussy. When it was all over I'd earned another $53.

BB walked up and counted the money, then told me to get my clothes and we would go.



Linda's Story Ch. 04



It was 11am when BB and I got back into the car. I was exhausted, but satisfied at the same time. I had just fucked four guys, my husband's friends and one of their sons, I supposed I should feel like the whore BB was turning me into, but I didn't. Or maybe I did, but it was ok. I kinda liked it, but I wasn't about to tell BB that. I had thirteen hours to go and I was very much afraid of what he was going to ask me next.

BB turned to me as I got in the car, "where are you going cunt?"

"With you, Master."

"No you're not. I've never been with two women at once, I want you to go back in there and find me one. Here's my cell number, you've got one hour to find another slut to share for the night or I go right back to your husband and demand my money. Call me by noon and I'll tell you where I'm staying and make sure she's pretty. I don't want you bringing some dried up old hag. Here's $200, if the bitch costs more, you'll have to make up the difference. Now get back in there and find me some nice pussy!"

BB nearly pushed me out of the car and I barely had time to say, 'yes master', before he was peeling out of the parking lot. I turned to go back into the Pleasure Palace and saw that the bouncer was standing outside staring at me with a big shit-eating grin. "I guess he got what he came for," he said pointing to BB's fast receding car.

"Not hardly," I replied. "I gotta go speak to the manager."

"He's busy," tattoo boy said. "Why do you need him?"

"I gotta problem, that I hope he can help me with."

"I know all about your problem. Your boyfriend told us all about it, slut. How about you suck me off right here in the parking lot and if you do a good job we'll see about letting you talk to Chris."

I could see that there was no use in arguing. I was in the middle of nowhere and had less than an hour to find a girl. If I couldn't get back into the Palace I'd lose and BB would go back to my husband. The decision was easy to make. I dropped to my knees and unzipped tattoo boy's pants. His dick wasn't as big as Jason's but it was big enough. My mouth was sore from all the sucking I'd done already, but it fit right in with a little lubrication.

Tattoo boy leaned up against the wall while I bobbed up and down on his cock for all I was worth. I kept hoping that no one else would pull into the parking lot and at least I was spared that additional indignity.

"Come on bitch, take it all," he yelled as I obliged, deep-throating him. He began to grunt and thrust his hips forward to meet my mouth, a few seconds later I was unbuttoning my blouse so he could spew all over my tits. I didn't have long to wait; he yanked his cock out of my mouth and covered my tits with his hot cum.

As I started to get up, he pulled out a pen, "not so fast, slut, your boyfriend told us all about you." He then carefully wrote his name across my left tit, just above BB's. "Now you can go in, up the stairs, first door on your left."

I turned and went back into the building. I found the stairs quickly enough and as I climbed them I thought about what I was becoming. In less than twelve hours I had sucked off or fucked eight different men, including three of my hubby's best friends. My body was covered with their cum and their signatures, proof of the slut I'd become. Now I was on my way to pick up a woman that I was sure BB would make me satisfy as well. I was afraid that 'whore' didn't quite signify the enormity of what I'd become.

When I reached the top of the stairs I knocked on the first door on the left and entered. Inside the shady room were two men, an older guy behind a filthy desk and a much younger man dressed in a business suit. Before I could say anything the older guy said, "Aren't you the slut that BB brought in? The one he won in a poker game?"

I tried to smile, but my heart wasn't in it. "Yes, he won me for 24 hours."

"What do you want?"

I explained my situation as best I could, telling him I needed to find a young pretty, but submissive girl who was willing to take a little abuse. I wasn't sure how long BB would need her for, but the latest would be midnight. I had $200 to pay for her. 

Both men started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

The man in the suit spoke up. "Honey, $200 wouldn't buy you more than an hour or two depending upon how popular the girl is. For what BB wants, it would be more like a thousand. We explained this to him earlier."

Suddenly I was pissed off. He'd known. Even before I fucked my hubby's friends, he'd known that I couldn't live up to his latest demand. He'd set me up to fail. I started to cry. It wasn't fair, I'd done everything that BB had asked, absolutely everything. For my troubles I'd been treated like a cheap whore, spanked so badly that my ass still felt like it was on fire and forced to fuck my husband's best friends, all of this and it was going to be for nothing.

The old guy behind the desk let me cry for a while and then said, "we might have a solution for you, if you're willing."

I looked up, trying to dry my tears. "I'll do anything. Anything, but please help me out."

He looked over at the guy in the suit, who nodded before he continued. "We know who you are, Linda. We know you're just a normal housewife, you work part-time and you're just trying to make the best of a bad situation. We also know that you're special, that any normal woman couldn't have done the things you've done. We know. BB showed us pictures." I was beyond being shocked anymore. I just nodded my head and listened to what he had to say. "We've got a solution. We'll sell you Laci, she's everything you asked for and we'll sell her to you for the night, but you've got to do something for us." I was still listening, nodding as they spoke, but aware that the hammer was going to fall. These type of people didn't do anything for charity.

"What we propose is this," the suit picked up where the old man had left off, "We give you Laci until midnight, but with the following conditions: 1-You come to work for us for a week, noon to midnight, the horny housewife stripping for us on stage. 2-All tips you make come back to us. 3-There is a party next Friday night, a very special party where anything goes, you're the entertainment, and we do mean anything goes. 4- You suck us both off right now, if you do a good job, we give you Laci, if not all bets are off. Deal?"

I could do the stripping, the thought even turned me on a little, but there was the added danger that Frank or one of our friends might be in the audience one night, but it was the party that had me scared. I knew what they meant, I'd be a whore again for the night and a party meant a lot of men. Could I do it? 

"It's 11:30 now, Linda. You've got to make up your mind right now."

I did. I walked over to the guy in the suit and knelt down and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang to life and I started sucking like my life depended upon it. In a strange way it did. Mr. Suit only took a couple of minutes to cum, which he unloaded in my hair, but the old guy took much longer. He'd already fucked someone earlier today; I could taste her on his cock. I had to deep throat him and play with his balls before he was ready to unload all over my face. Then with their cum still dripping down me I let them both sign my body. BB had told them everything.

"You're good," said the suit when he finished signing. "You'll be a hit at the party, but I must warn you some of those guys get a little rough." I pulled up my skirt and showed them the welts on my ass. "I can handle it."

"Good, we'll go get Laci."

The suit got up and went down the stairs while the old guy offered me a tissue to clean myself up with. "Thanks, but no. BB wants to see me this way. He likes to humiliate me."

"And you like it a bit too, don't you."

My face reddened, but I nodded.

The suit was back in a few minutes with Lace in tow. I knew immediately that BB would like her, she was pretty in a sluttish sort of way and had a figure that wouldn't quit. She balked however when she saw me, "that skank? Look at her she's covered in cum."

For some reason her words hurt more than anything anyone else had called me. Skank.

The suit just turned to her and said, "she's taking over the Friday party for you if you'll do her this favor."

Laci immediately brightened. "You will?"

I nodded, too ashamed to say anything else.

"Ok. Fine," Laci replied. "What do I have to do?"

"Whatever this BB wants you to do," said the old guy from behind his desk and then he turned to me, "but if he leaves a mark on her that lasts for more than 24 hours we get your services for another week. Agreed?"

I looked up at the clock on the wall behind him. It was 11:45, I had no choice. "Agreed."

I called BB's cell from the office and told him I'd gotten what he ordered. He told me he'd gotten a room at the local Holiday Inn. Great, I thought, that's right in the center of town.

Laci and I walked down to her car. Tattoo boy just leered at me as we left. When we got into the car Laci said that she was sorry about the skank comment. Kevin, the guy in the suit had filled her in on everything. "It must be terrible," she said.

"It's difficult, but not that bad. There are parts I really like, though I hate to admit it."

"Oh, I thought it must be horrible for you to accept the party on Friday night."

Ice gripped my stomach. "Why?" I asked, "What's with this party?"

"You don't know? Oh my god. Honey, you should have just given up and let BB have the money. It's an initiation party for Lucifer's Hammer, the motorcycle gang. It'll make what you've been going through look like an English Tea party. You'll be lucky if you can walk a week later, those boys are rough and if any of their women come it'll be much worse. They'll see to that."

I should have been mad. I should have been scared, but all I could think about is that for some reason I was really, really wet. When we got to the hotel I got my first piece of good news. BB wanted Laci and I to take a shower. "Be sure to clean off all that cum," he said, "but don't wash away the signatures." Before we got in BB had me strip naked and he took a few more pictures. "Wash her up good," BB said to Laci, "and make sure your assholes are clean, but don't let either of you cum."

I let Laci touch me everywhere and every time her fingers touched me I felt an electric tingle on my skin. I enjoyed washing Laci, especially her tits. I must have cleaned up good because she moaned when my fingers brushed her pussy and then she leaned over and kissed me. It was different than with a man, softer and more erotic. My nipples were rock hard in seconds. Laci took care not to wash off the signatures that were all over my body, but was able to get all the cum out of my hair.

The feeling between us was electric and I would have done her right there if BB hadn't intruded. "Slut you better not be enjoying yourself too much in there. You know what happened the last time."

Reluctantly we got out of the shower and toweled each other off.

We walked back into the hotel room completely naked and I gasped. BB had been busy while I was negotiating for Laci. Arraigned on the bed were several ropes, a paddle, a soft cat-o-nine-tails whip, a set of nipple clamps, a cylindrical hairbrush with stiff bristles, a vibrator, a small baseball bat, a leather belt, a bottle of lube and several items I didn't immediately recognize.

Gush. I was immensely turned on. Laci stepped back however, "I have limits," she said.

"And I'll respect those, for the most part. Most of this stuff is for the slut and she has no limits for the next 11 hours." Laci looked relieved and then looked at me with an evil grin. "Oh goody...let's play."

BB explained the game he wanted to start with. It was a contest between the two girls, who could get BB off first. We'd each start with 20 seconds, each taking turns, then 30, then 40, etc. We could do anything we wanted to the other when it was her turn to distract her. If we failed to get BB off during our turn he got to punish us for 20 seconds, then 30, etc. The girl who won got to punish the girl who lost for 30 minutes, use her however she wished and use whatever toys she wished. It sounded like fun.

I got to start first, but had barely gotten him hard enough when my turn ended. It didn't help that just as I got going Laci stuck a finger up my ass. BB spanked me ten times, not too hard, but enough to turn my ass pink.

During Laci's turn I reached around and squeezed her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. BB spanked her too.

The next time I deep throated BB and it was going good, but Laci started licking my pussy and got me totally distracted. BB spanked me harder, agrivating the welts that still stood out.

I tongued Laci's asshole and kept her from winning the next round. BB slapped her tits and ass, but this only seemed to get her hotter.

My next turn was going well, until Laci smacked me with the paddle. I was so shocked that I bit BB slightly and that ended my round. BB rewarded me by using the paddle some more and my ass was on fire.

I reached around and tugged on Laci's nipples until they felt like they'd pop off which kept her from winning. BB paddled her ass for forty seconds until it started to look like mine.

We went back and forth for several more minutes, each of us getting more extreme with the other. Laci finally stopped me from winning when I had BB on the brink by shoving her entire hand into my pussy. It hurt so bad I pulled out. BB whipped my pussy for over a minute until I was crawling on the carpet in agony.

I took the paddle and smacked Laci as hard as I could just as she started on BB, but this caused her to deep throat him and he came in her mouth. Just like that I'd lost. BB told her to hold the cum in her mouth and to pass it to me for swallowing. I did. Then it was Laci's turn to punish me.

"Anything I want?" she asked.

"Anything...you have 30 minutes."

Lacy went over to the bed and came back with a pair of handcuffs. She quickly cuffed my hands behind my back and forced me to bend over on my knees. "So you thought that last swat was fair, did you? Well you're my cunt now and I want to party." She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Come here cunt and eat my pussy."

I moved over to her on my knees and then bent down and started licking her pussy. I was surprised that it tasted so good. First I moved my tongue over her lips, which she reached down and spread for me. I started tonguing her hole, but didn't notice that she'd reached over and grabbed something off the bed. The first indication I had was when she swung around and smacked me with the paddle. I was so surprised that I drove my tongue deep into her hole. She moaned in response. Thereafter she abused my ass while I ate her pussy as quickly as I could. I started running my tongue up and down her clit and then sucking it like a miniature cock. This did it for her, as the paddle crashed down one more time I lightly bit it and then she was coming on my face. She grabbed my head with both hands and ground her pussy into me. She was yelling now, 'fuck me bitch! Make me cum!"

When I was finished, BB informed her that she still had 10 minutes. She uncuffed my hands and then recuffed them above my head. Then she instructed BB to hold my legs apart. She expertly licked my cunt until I was on the brink of orgasm and then slammed the paddle down on my lips. Pain exploded in my body. I'd never felt anything like it before, even when BB spanked me with the belt. Smack! Smack! Smack! After each hit she'd stop for a moment and lick my swollen lips. I'd get ready to cum and then she'd hit me all over again. 10 minutes seemed to last an hour. Finally BB called time. 

"Ready for the next game?"

Laci yelled 'yes!' while I just moaned in pain.

END PART 4 



Linda's Story Ch. 05



"Before we begin our next game, I think you should sign the slut like everyone else she's fucked." BB handed the sharpie marker to Laci who finally decided on the spot where my pubic hair had been.

"Bitch," I said through clenched teeth, still smarting from the paddling she'd given my pussy only minutes before. From where I lay I could see Laci's eyes greedily devouring me. It was a look I'd seen before in BB's eyes, she had enjoyed hurting me and was looking forward to brutalizing me some more.

BB motioned for Laci to help him move me and together they uncuffed my hands and helped me to walk. I couldn't resist, my pussy was still in agony and I was afraid that the swollen lips might be bruised. Together they moved me to a small round table that was barely large enough to hold me, my head hung off one side and my pussy the other, both easily accessible. BB then tied my hands and my feet below me, to the table's central post. This position left me helpless, with my legs spread wide apart.

"I think we'll play a game called 'The Truth Hurts'," BB said, "Laci you can help me by taking notes and helping to administer punishment and pleasure when I see fit." He then turned to address me, "this is how the game is played, slut. I'm going to ask you a series of questions and you're going to tell me the answers. If I think you're telling me the truth I may pleasure you a little, but if I think you are lying to me or are being less than truthful I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand me, cunt?"

"Yes master," I replied.

"Good, then we'll begin." I heard a soft metallic click, later I would find out that BB had taped the entire session.

"First, for the record what is your full name?"

"Linda Jane Carman."

BB reached over and painfully twisted my right nipple. "Master!"

"Linda Jane Carman, master."

"Good and when were you born?" I felt hands lightly stroking my body, arousing me with their gentle touch.

"October 31, 1969, master."

"Good." The stroking continued and if felt so good after the intense beating my pussy had endured. BB then asked me a series of general questions including my address, phone numbers (home, work and cell), the name of the company I worked for, it's address, my boss's name, her phone number, my church, pastor's name, etc. I answered all the questions truthfully, but I was getting worried. What did he want with those answers? When he got to my friends and family's names and numbers, I balked. Why did he want that information?

Instead of getting mad, BB turned to Laci and said, "I think she needs a little encouragement." Laci went over to the bed and held something up and BB nodded his approval. The something turned out to be nipple clamps that Laci maliciously clamped hard onto my nipples. I gasped in pain.

"Give me the information I want." I did, but still the clamps weren't removed.

"Master, can you take them off?"

"No, the pain will only increase during this session, it will never lesson until we've finished." Laci laughed at BB's words. The bitch.

Then the questions began to get much more personal. "When did I lose my virginity? At 14, I told him with Stan Jackson in his mother's spa. Had I kept in contact with him? No, but I'd run into him at the grocery store where he worked as a clerk. I told BB that I liked giving blowjobs, loved the feel of a man's cock sliding down my throat, but I hated the taste of cum.

This must have turned him on, because BB declared that it was time to take a little break. "Laci, why don't you pleasure the slut for a little while, while she shows me how much she likes to suck cock."

BB moved over to my head and placed his cock in my willing mouth. Because of the angle, with my head hanging off the table, he was able to slide it all the way in. While I eagerly sucked and slurped on his cock, Laci moved between my legs. She delicately licked and nibbled at my swollen lips, bringing me welcome relief. That relief was, alas, short lived. As I felt BB getting ready to cum he pulled out of my mouth and instructed Laci to stop. My orgasm was aborted and left me frustrated, but at least she didn't slap me.

"You're doing good, my little slut," BB crooned as he rubbed his throbbing member across my face and through my hair. "Let's begin where we left off. How many men have you been with?"

I answered quickly, "24, master."

"Does that count the ten since last night?"

"No, master."

"Then that would be a lie. Laci stretch out her tits."

"No master, please-"

He slapped me across my face. "Shut up, cunt." Laci then tied a string to one of the clamps and passed it under the table and back up the other side, where she secured it to the other clamp. Then she pulled hard, pulling my tits cruelly by the nipples in opposite directions and tied off the string. I cried out, my nipples on fire as the clamps bit into them, but BB said it would only get worse if I continued to lie.

"Now let's try that again. How many men have you fucked?"

"I've slept with 34 men, master."

"Good. Now detail them, I want names, if you know them, addresses and phone numbers and all the details about the sex, especially anything kinky." I gave him the answers he wanted, there were about a dozen that lived in the area, but I didn't have numbers for most. Whenever I slowed down or sounded like I skipped over something, BB would have Laci lightly run the cat-o-nine-tails over my exposed pussy. The feel of the leather over my swollen lips was usually sufficient to rekindle my memory.

As a reward BB allowed me to lick Laci's pussy. She stood over my head and I licked and sucked for all I was worth. BB took pictures while I did this. After a while I felt Lacis' breath growing short and she was moaning and grinding her pussy into my face. A short time later she flooded my face with her juices.

"Did you like eating another woman's pussy?" BB asked.

I was slow to answer and received a lash of the whip across my pussy in rebuke. "Yes," I screamed. "I loved eating her pussy master!"

"Good, now tell me have you ever been with any other women?"

Again I was slow to answer and again the lash fell across my swollen lips and clit. "Yes master, yes I've been with two other women in college."

"You lied to me then. Last night you told me you'd only been with one."

"No master. Please don't. I just forgot."

"You lie again, but maybe this will help you to remember." Ten times the whip came down on my pussy; it felt like my entire cunt was on fire. I screamed and cried and promised to do better. I gave him both women's names and phone numbers. I'd kept in contact with them both.

When he was finished beating me he asked if I'd ever had an affair. When I told him no he accused me of lying to him again. "A slut like you never cheated on your husband? You're a liar!" He started whipping me again, expertly switching from my swollen pussy to my cruelly stretched nipples. He didn't stop until I'd admitted that I'd lied.

"Tell me about it then," he said.

So I did. There were three times, I told him. About five years ago we'd been turned down for a home loan. The banker said we had too much debt on the books, although it was close. We dearly wanted that house. So I made a luncheon appointment to meet with the banker. Over drinks he suggested that there might be a way to overlook some problems on our credit report. I took the hint and spent the whole day fucking his brains out in a local motel. BB took down the banker's name and phone number.

"And the rest?"

There was a guy that I used to work with. He and I had a torrid affair for about three months before he got transferred out of state. And then finally there was the pizza delivery guy who caught me one night when my hubby was out and I was very lonely and horny. I told BB everything and while I did he just chuckled. He stopped me then and told me I deserved a reward.

Laci then brought over a vibrator and moved it in and around my pussy. My clit was so hard that it stuck right out of my pussy lips. She concentrated the vibrator on it until I was squirming on the table right on the edge of a tremendous orgasm. Then she pulled it away and BB pressed a piece of ice right up against my clit. It was so cruel! My orgasm was shocked out of existence. I was almost on the verge of tears again, but this time for pleasure denial.

When I had finished squirming, Laci turned to BB and said, "she really is a slut, but she's so hot."

"Yes, I think we should cool her down some more."

"No master, please." I pleaded but to no avail. Laci pulled my lips apart and BB proceeded to pack my pussy with ice. I can't even describe the feeling; it was as if my body was impaled by winter. My body clenched and tried to expel the coldness that invaded, but could not. When I was completely packed, my pussy aching from the cold, BB moved aside and started asking questions again.

"Tell me all the people that you are sexually attracted to."

I could feel the ice melting and running out of my pussy, the cold splashing my swollen lips. It was torture. I named three women, my boss, the wax-bitch, and Jason's wife as well as seven other men. Some I had names for and others were just the guy at the video store, etc.

Finally we were at the end and BB asked if I should be rewarded. "She wasn't very helpful, " Laci replied, "we did have to punish her alot."

"True," said BB, "and you seemed to like that a lot. You were helpful, you deserve to be rewarded." BB led Laci to stand over my face and then bent her over like we were 69ing. He ordered us each to go down on the other, while he started fucking Laci from behind. He cautioned Laci not to let me cum, to slap my clit whenever she thought I was near the brink or she and I would switch places. Then he started to fuck her. I licked her pussy and his shaft as it plunged into her.

Laci brought me to the brink three times, each time pulling away just before I hit the point of no return and slapping my clit hard. The last time was so hard that I accidentally bit her. That sent her into a frenzy. She began wailing on my clit and swollen lips, beating me as if they were attacking her. I was bucking and trying to get away, when BB finally came deep inside her. He then pulled out and ordered me to eat his cum from her pussy.

The pain in my pussy hurt so bad, but I knew it would only get worse if I didn't comply. Laci stood up and I ate her to another orgasm as BB's cream slowly dripped form her pussy into my open mouth.

I swallowed it all making sure to stick my tongue deep into her pussy to make sure she was clean. I loved the taste of BB's cum mixed with her juices. I should have tried it this way before. When I finished Laci moved away from me. "What should we do next with her?" she asked BB.

"I'm not sure...I can't decide between more pain or humiliation. I also need to get almost $500 dollars more out of her to make up for the money."

"I want to hurt the bitch," Laci cried, "She bit my pussy!"

BB smiled. "Tell you what we're going to do, come here for a minute." He brought Laci back into the back room and I could hear them whispering, but I couldn't hear what was said. When they came back Laci was smiling. "We've got us a little bet going cunt, if I win I get to hurt you and BB's going to buy me some clothes..."

"And if I win, Laci's going to be my cunt tomorrow...for 24 hours, just like you."

"You'd better not fail me, bitch," Laci said.

Together they untied my feet and then pulled them over my head so I was bent into a U. I couldn't see what they were doing, but suddenly I felt Laci's tongue on my pussy. It felt so good after the beating she'd given me I almost forgave her.

"That's right, lube her up good," BB said. Then I felt something hard and long push at my pussy, BB slowly pushed it in deeper and deeper until I thought it would come out my throat. When he pulled it out I saw that it was a broom handle, "damn he said, you were right." Laci just giggled, then she started tonguing my asshole. I can't tell you how good it felt, but it was short lived. Just as it started feeling good she withdrew and the broom was pushed into my asshole. He pushed and pushed until the broom couldn't go in any further. When he pulled it out I could tell that he was disappointed. "You win," he said. "Twenty five on her pussy and twenty five on her ass. Make her count them down."

Only then did I realize what had happened. Laci had won both bets and now was eager to hurt me some more. She picked up the wide leather belt that BB had used on me this morning and began swinging for all she was worth. Crack! It came down on my ass and I thought I was going to explode. "One," I said. I was in tears by number ten and was screaming in pain by twenty five. The bitch just laughed each time. Then she turned the belt on my pussy. I have never felt so much pain before in my life. She never held back once, by the time she was finished I was sure that my pussy was going to be cut to ribbons. It was bright red and the lips were puffed out to twice their normal size. I could barely walk when they stood me up.

Laci just smirked at me, got dressed and told BB she'd be back in a few minutes. When she returned she was holding a tiny white T-shirt with the word 'slut' emblazoned across the chest. She tossed it to me and told me to put it on. It was at least two sizes too small, making my tits stand out, my tortured nipples which still hadn't gone down even though the nipple clamps were removed were impossible to miss. She was also holding a pair of gold 'hooker' shorts. Before they made me put them on, BB shoved a giant 10" dildo up my pussy and a smaller one up my ass. With the shorts pulled on the dildos couldn't fall out.

"Let's go shopping!" Laci cried and BB told me to go down to the car. I followed, each step in agony, the dildos just making the spanking I'd received worse. WE drove for about ten minutes until we got to the local mall. We parked in an underground parking lot next to a large pole. BB made me get out of the car and then forced me to walk in front of them. Laci took us all over the mall, walking up and down stairs and looking into every store. Each step was agony, with the dildos pressing themselves into my pussy and ass. After about 45 minutes, BB told Laci we had to stop. She just laughed, somehow I didn't think my ordeal was over.

They led me back to the car and just in front of it BB told me to take off all my clothes. I didn't hesitate. I didn't care if anyone could see me, I didn't even remember if I'd seen anyone who recognized me in the mall. As soon as I was naked, BB led me over to the cement pole. He pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed me there. "What are you doing, master?"

"Shut up cunt and just do as I say." Laci and I have some shopping to do, just stay here and don't make a sound. If someone comes over and wants to fuck you or wants a blow job I'd suggest that you do it. Don't think of crying for help, if you do the police will come...I'll deny I ever knew you and I'll be off to your house to collect my thousand bucks. Do you understand me?"

"Yes master."

"Good." Then he showed me the sign Laci had written, it said: Cheating Whore being Punished. Do what you want to her." They taped the sign above my head and then BB tied a blindfold around my eyes. "We'll be back in a while. Stay here." They both chuckled and I could hear them walk away.

After a while, I don't know how long I heard a car pull into the parking lot. The door closed and then I heard footsteps coming closer. I heard someone laughing and then I felt hot breath on my face. A whispered voice said, 'I know you Linda, but you don't know me...' Then the dildo was yanked out of my pussy and a massive cock was pushed against my swollen lips. 'Oh it looks like he worked you over real good sweetheart. Hope you can still handle my black dick.' What are all these names? These all the guys you've fucked. Damn, girl, you a ho...no wonder Jim is pissed with you. This is for Jim! Then he pushed and my world exploded in pain. I felt like a horse had just raped me, I don't know if his cock was really that big or if my swollen lips just made it feel that way. He started pumping and I couldn't help myself. I could feel the orgasm growing. I'd been denied it so long that I didn't fight it; I just thrust back with everything I could. I came! IT felt like stars exploding in my head, I came and I came and I came, screaming out my delight. It must have excited him a lot, because in a few minutes he was grunting and then I felt his cum explode into me. "I've always wanted to do that, Linda. Thanks for cheating on Jim so I could do that without guilt. Let me add myself to that illustrious list." He took what felt like a ball point pen and scrawled his name on my left breast. "Thank you, whenever you want some more black loving, just ask next time." He was laughing as he walked away.

I just stood there panting; the cum dripping out of my abused pussy. It had felt like the biggest cock I'd ever had, bigger than Jason's and I'd thought he looked like a horse. Maybe it wasn't a myth after all? I heard two other footsteps coming down the parking lot and thought it was BB.

I started getting excited and I wanted to tell him that I'd been used just like he wanted and by a black guy. Somehow I knew BB would love to hear it, "hey I called, you missed it, he just fucked me..."then I realized my mistake. The voices were coming from the wrong direction, they were young men's voices not a woman and a man. 

"Hey Reggie, what's that?" I heard footsteps coming closer and closer and finally, "Dude, do you see that? She's naked, what's that say?"

"Dude," said voice 2, "She's a slut! Look, let's fuck her like she was just saying, she wants it."

"Do you want it?" said voice 1.

I thought for only a second, but the answer was obvious to me. I did want it. I wanted it hard and I wanted it fast. I wanted it anonymous. I was more fucked up than I thought. "Fuck me," I said, "you and your friend both. I'm a slut. I'm a whore. Fuck me, I deserve it."

"Yeah!" I don't know which one reached me first, but one of them was over in a flash and he just shoved right in. I was already lubricated but it still hurt. My pussy had never been so abused. While the first one fucked me the second one was stroking my tits. The first guy came in just a minute or two, he was so excited. His friend didn't let any time lapse, however, before he had replaced him. So ready was he that it hardly felt that I'd replaced on cock with another. He pounded me hard as if he knew what he was doing. I leaned up against the post and gloried as he filled me. I was going to cum again and it was strong and I didn't care who knew it. I started yelling, 'fuck me! Fuck me harder! Do it. Do it. Yes!!!!!"

I came like a thunderclap and it echoed throughout the parking garage. The second boy came and then quickly pulled up his pants. 'Should we sign her, like the others?' voice 2 asked.

"Yeah, let's tag the bitch!"

They took out markers because it didn't sound like paint and quickly added their names on my thighs. I just smiled as the cum dripped down my legs. Suddenly I heard other footsteps and the boys took off. 

"Glad to see you've been enjoying yourself," BB said. "Did you cum? Did it feel good baby?"

"Yes, master...it felt so good..."

"Cunt!" he said slapping my face. "Didn't I tell you not to cum unless I told you to cum?"

"But master, I had no choice, they were fucking me! I couldn't help it!"

"You are a whore! Only a stupid whore would cum from some stranger raped her in a garage. You were stupid! Now we've got to go back and punish you, don't we Laci? You still don't get it, do you? You're my cunt and you don't cum unless I tell you. Let's go."

Laci giggled.

END OF PART FIVE



Linda's Story



The place was full of leering men. I felt like a piece of meat but then the drugs really kicked in. I have no real memory of what I did but master showed me the film he made of my performance with his cell phone.

I must have tapped into the inner slut that I like to deny that I don't have. I moved to the music and stripped like I imagine a pro does. I slid off my dress like a snake shedding its skin. Men were putting dollar bills in my garter while I was twirling about like a bad ballet dancer. In no time at all I was naked save the garter in front of those leering drunken men, but I literally have no memory of it. Master told me that I won first prize which was $500.00 and I had another hundred in my garter at the end of the night. All I remember is waking up on Tuesday morning in Master's bed naked with the money on the nightstand with a certificate announcing that I had won. I had a wicked hangover.

Master was kind enough to make brunch. Halfway through the meal there was a knock at the door. Master had me answer it and Master's friend Stan entered the house. He looked at me hungrily. Master informed me that Stan was his best friend and that he shares everything with his best friend. I realized that I would have to service both men.

I'd done a threesome in college. I wasn't crazy about them but I knew how they turned men on. Stan is actually more handsome than my Master. I soon learned that he was better equipped than Master and knew how to pleasure a woman far better than Master. Again, I don't care if he hears that.

Instead of my master, Stan gave me my bath and shaved me before leading me into the bedroom where my naked master awaited. Stan's touch was literally magical. Stan's clipped junk was nearly too large for my mouth but I sucked him off with a devotion that surprised me. I had sucked him off twice on Friday night but then I was so physically sore and emotionally pissed off that I didn't notice how hung he was. It may also have been that I have no real feeling for my Master, Don Henderson. I don't know Stan from Adam but he treated me with more gentleness during my bath and shave than my Master ever did. I also wanted to irritate my Master by making a big thing over Stan. If he was going to invite another man to share the bed with me then I would enjoy that man more. 

As I sucked off Stan Master entered me. After he came, he and Stan switched places. I made a big show for Master once Stan began fucking me. To be honest he has a much better technique and it did not take long for him to really make me come. I began to realize that I had settled for too little as Frank's wife. I deserved so much more. With my nest egg from my Master I could now hunt for a really powerful and desirable man. One with his own large income. I doubt that I will ever settle into being just a housewife again. I did want children but I wanted to be a prize brood mare turning out prize stallions and blue ribbon fillies, not the ordinary children I would have had with Frank.

If nothing else this week proved to me how desirable I am. That desirability will be irresistible to the right man. I now know what I want and it is not Don Henderson or anyone like him. He will be handsome, powerful, well off and knows that I am a truly desirable and who will treat me like a princess. 

I must admit that I had fun this night, Stan had me coming all night long. As talented as his tool was his tongue placed me in orbit. I could tell it was really pissing off my Master. He was quite upset that I enjoyed Stan so much, It serves him right for when he strapped me down and violated me. I had asked him to be gentle and kind. While he was occasionally gentle he was almost never kind to me. Had he been kind I probably would have gotten off for him more than three or four times. I'm a very sexual woman.

I slept between the two men on Tuesday night but I wrapped myself around Stan. He left after breakfast. Once he left Master announced that it was "payback time." He announced that Wednesday was "National BJ Day." He decided that I should spend the entire day sucking him off. I'd rather not talk about this day. It was disgusting. Master popped Viagra quite a few times to keep himself hard. I knew full well he was punishing me. I lost track of how many times he came and how much cum I swallowed. After a long hard night he allowed me to go to sleep. Thursday morning, after my bath and shave, Master announced that it was photography day. Master is quite a good photographer. He led me to a spare bedroom and opened a dresser and the closet. There was all kings of lingerie in both places. 

"I often hire models," said my Master, "This is the collection I have built up over the years." He picked out a wide variety of outfits and photographed me. He really likes garters and stockings.I like being photographed and I'm not vain because I know that I photograph well. I could describe the outfits but i think that would be kind of boring. It was enough that my Master was happy with how the pictures came out. 

Master at last gave me an apron and had me cook lunch and later dinner. He had some food in his fridge that he wanted cooked. Lunch was soup, salad, and chicken. Dinner was steaks and potatoes with wine. 

Master offered a toast to Friday my last day. He said that since I had earned $600.00 from stripping that that money could be used to buy me some clothing. He sat at his computer, me naked on his lap. And we picked out some clothes for next day delivery. Master put them on his credit card and I reimbursed him. After that he had me record the tape you are listening to now. He said Friday would be an easy day and that he feels as though he has definitely gotten his money's worth.

I look forward to tomorrow.

-- The end