33 comments/ 422556 views/ 170 favorites A Whore is Born Ch. 01 By: LordRamsay Katie Jones arrived at the studio at the appointed time. To say she was nervous was an understatement. It was her husband's idea that she went through with the photo shoot, despite her best efforts to convince him that they should wait. They would find the money from somewhere. Just give her time to get a job, she told him. There was that interview for the hostess job in a night club in just a few days time. Why did she have to do this now? She could get the job and their money problems would, in an instance, be solved. Frank would always get exasperated whenever they talked about this, which in the current environment was almost every hour of every day, explaining to her over and over again that they could not wait. They needed the money now and the money being offered by Jack Wells, his boss, was too good to turn down. And it was money in the bank rather than the possibility of money from a job which she may or may not get. And boy did the Jones' need the money. Frank, aged 35 was a middle ranking manager for a major bank in the City of London. He was married to the stunning Katie who had been his secretary for a short while. She was a mere 21 years old. She had been 19 when they first met and the dirty bugger had done rather well in nabbing such a fine piece of ass. Firm policy had dictated that one of them had to leave, relationships with co-workers were not tolerated. So it made natural sense for Katie to leave since Frank had the better job. She very quickly got a job with another bank, their marriage blossomed and soon thereafter they got married. Then, like most newly weds, they decided to buy the big expensive house in one of those middle class suburbs. They could not really afford it but, a couple of years ago, interest rates were low and the mortgage broker told them they should leverage themselves up, pay next to nothing on the interest and, if and when rates did go up, well they were both in jobs, their salaries would have gone up so there should be no problem in repaying the loan. Like so many others, they bought into this dream and they bought a large 5 bedroom house in the affluent town of Guildford, Surrey, home to many well paid bankers. Alas 2007 was a very different place than 2005. Not only had interest rates rocketed up to eye watering levels, but the sub prime crisis and the subsequent credit crisis had caused a wave of redundancies across the financial sector in London. The once great titans of the financial world were now on their feet and there were cutbacks galore in London and it was not long before Katie lost her job. Then they fired a whole swath of managers at banks but luckily for Frank, he was one of the few who were spared. New managers arrived with an aggressive way of doing business. Failure was not tolerated and everyone had to prove themselves. Bonuses were ruthlessly cut and salaries frozen. And still rates rose and the Jones' found it increasingly difficult to meet their mortgage repayments, especially on one person's income. Their financial situation had, like for many other Britons, got progressively worse and worse. It had got to the stage where Frank and Katie's savings had gone and they could no longer make ends meet. Something had to give. They could either sell their house, but in the current market they would get less than what they paid for (disaster) or alternatively they could fall in arrears and the bank would repossess. Also a disaster. The only option was to generate another income stream and that is where young Katie came in. Katie desperately tried to find work but, with so many people with superior qualifications out there unemployed and looking for work, it was proving rather more difficult than she envisaged. The problem for Katie was that her main asset was her body, and she was reluctant to utilise it. Indeed Katie could have easily been a model, well a glamour model at least since she was petit at 5 ft 4. Not only that, if she wanted to make real money she could easily have been a porn queen, her looks were so good (and filthy). She could have easily been mistaken for the Romanian porn Goddess, Jasmine Rogue. She was the image of her. Blonde, slim, beautiful angelic face, an ass of a 10 year old boy and the most sinful pair of tits imaginable - which were impossibly big for such a petit body. Those 34DD jugs never failed to go unnoticed by men who could not help but to stare at her young body. And during the last 6 months of looking for work, some of the agencies had suggested modelling and implied that there was a considerable amount of money on offer if she stripped off her clothes and displayed her young, tight body to the paying public. A few had gone so far as to mention the large sums on offer for appearing in a porno film. She had of course always resisted. She was far too shy to display her body to anyone else other than her husband. When she got married, she had been a virgin. The only man who had ever seen her fully naked, with the lights on, was her husband. That would be until today. And as for appearing in a porno film? Don't be silly. Respectable middle class married girls living in affluent Surrey did not appear in porno films. (Or so she thought). However, today all that was going to change. And the instigator of poor Katie's change of heart? Well her husband, naturally. Frank had become, a few years ago, a member of a very select, secretive photography club. He had been introduced to it by one of his co-workers. Their sole purpose was to indulge in their fantasy of taking pictures of young girls. They would ask them to dress up in various outfits, maybe as a schoolgirl, nurse, secretary or in just some skimpy revealing lingerie etc. Essentially whatever took their fancy. And in return the girls were paid a considerable some of money. And the money they got, got higher the more they exposed. So, for instance, if a girl did not want to disclose her tits or pussy to the eager men, she would get a flat fee of £200 per session. She would dress up, reveal a little leg and cleavage and that would be it. Not bad for two hours work. However, revealing her tits, well that would cost an additional £100; her pussy a further £100 and, to reveal her anus, a whopping £150. So, in total, a girl could make in one two hour session £550 plus tips. Not bad. And many of the girl's were repeat performers, they would come back once or twice a week and, if they were going full on naked, they would clear at least £1,100 a week, cash in hand, no tax, thank you very much. And where did all these glamorous girls come from? Well, the club would regularly advertise for them in various magazines and newspapers. They would ask for high class glamour models who were interested in making good money for some private work. Interested applicants were asked to send in a full picture of themselves plus their vital statistics to an anonymous address. If they looked like they had a body worthy of being photographed, they would be asked in for an interview by the chairman of the club. There was, of course, a careful vetting process since they only wanted girls of a certain "calibre" to participate -- i.e. they had to posses a body sufficient to fulfil what the men wanted. And there were no shortage of applicants. Schoolgirls wanting money to supplement their drink and drug habit; college girls paying their way though college; and last, but not least, hot horny young housewives who either fancied adding a little spice to their dull married life or needed money to put food on the table. And it was the last category that the club liked the most, the forbidden flesh of a young wife who was revealing herself because they were desperate for the money. These type of women were rapidly on the increase as the economic situation deteriorated and they were the most willing and were prepared to reveal the most. They came back again and again as their inhibitions melted away and their bank balance swelled. All of them would never reveal to their husbands that they were models, most would claim that the money came from doing some other mundane job. And, crucially for the club, most of them eventually came to revel in revealing their body to men that were not their husband. Initially, they would just want the £200 flat fee. They would just dress up in a sexy dress, maybe a short mini skirt which revealed their legs and they were always made to wear stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and a g-string. The skirts were always of a length that allowed the flesh above the stockings to be on display. They would first be asked to sit in a chair, cross their legs so the skirt would rise up their delicious thighs and the tabs of their stockings would be revealed. They would then be asked to undo a few buttons of their shirt so that there cleavage and tits (at that stage they would still be covered by a small lacy black bra) would be on display. Some would even agree to take the bra off, provided the shirt remained on. That made little difference to the cunning men since the shirt's they were made to wear were always made out of the thinnest, most transparent cotton imaginable and, under the glare of the camera lights, you could clearly make out the outline of their tit flesh. If they enjoyed the basic session, almost all would return with a view of just doing the basic session again. But once the photographers had demonstrated an element of trust with the young ladies, the women would became more comfortable in their presence and on that second visit, which was always at night, a little wine would be served. They would be asked if, instead of making £200, they fancied making £300, for the same work. All they would have to do was show off their tits to a bunch of old middle age married men who were in it for a bit of fun. Why not, they would think and, before you knew it, they were opening up their blouse displaying their tits. It was so easy that after that and showing off their arse and pussy became a mere formality. The men would ask them to raise their skirt to reveal their g-string. They always did. And it was the most skimpiest of g-strings that money could buy. The front would barely cover their married pussy, whilst the back consisted of just a piece of string. Their wonderful bottoms would be entirely on display to the flashing cameras. Look, for another £100, take off your g-string and show us your pussy? We can pretty much see it already, they would say. That's true, the girl would think. She would probably be on her third glass of wine by then and off they would come. And then the piece de la resistance would be offered. £150 for turning round, spreading your legs, reach back and open up your lovely little bottom cheeks so we can see your anus. There, have you ever made an easier £150 in your life? £550 for a two hours work well, that was enough to help pay the mortgage and stave off the creditors. And since the money was so good, within a week they would be back, and this time they would not hesitate. Within 5 minutes of the shoot, they were stripping off just to their stockings, suspenders and heels. Maybe they would be asked to put in a see-through teddy which allowed their tits to be clearly visible. They would then be asked to scoop them out, raise their teddy or to take off completely. Essentially they were quite happy to do whatever these men wanted and to reveal their tight gorgeous married bodies. Most were prepared to spread there legs and allow the men to intimately photograph their pussies, get on all fours, arch their back so their anus would be on display. They would be ordered to thrust their tits out and to suck on their own nipples in order for them to be hard and erect. All, without fail, obeyed. But that was as far as it would go. None of the men touched the girls or, for that matter, was any type of sexual activity permitted, either performed by the girls on themselves or with any of the members of the club. That was strictly prohibited. In this club at least. For there was another club, a club that Frank was not a member of. The Platinum Club. Membership to The Platinum Club was strictly invitational only. And it was far from easy to get an invite. From what Frank could gather, it appeared that the existing members had to be satisfied firstly that you were of sufficient standing in society -- i.e. they felt that you were, in whatever your chosen profession, of a high enough ranking. Frank was aware of generals in the army, judges, directors, chairman etc all being members of The Platinum Club. And secondly you had to be able to afford it. You see, all the money paid to the girls came out of the pockets of the members of The Platinum Club. They seemed quite happy to subsidise the initial shoots and at first, when the junior members joined, their charity seemed hard to explain? Why would they be prepared to pay so much money just to see pictures of girls being photographed? But then a pattern would emerge. Girls would turn up for a maximum of three shoots only and then they would never be seen again by the junior members. On the initial shoots, one Platinum Member only would be present. They were there to ensured that the strict rules of the junior club were adhered to. These supervising Platinum members were always one of four people (Jack was one) and they were regularly rotated, each supervising a different girl. On the third, or sometimes second, shoot (depending how it had progressed) another Platinum Member would arrive to observe. Their identities were never revealed to the junior members. These men were always middle age or old, aloof, appeared to be rich and would never bother themselves by talking to the mere junior members. They would never take pictures and would just sit at the back of the room, smoking a cigar and having a glass of whisky, say very little and, it seemed, assess the girl. For what purpose, know one really knew. After the shoot was finished they would, away from the junior members but with the supervising Platinum member, talk to the girl. After that, the girl would never be seen by the junior members again. It was obvious that she had either agreed to become a model for The Platinum Club or, if she had turned them down, was never invited back to the junior club. In a month or so time, another girl would emerge and the process would begin again. Basic shoot followed by stripping off, Platinum Member chat, disappearance of girl. Junior members would never know because Platinum members would never ever talk to them about the girl or what they had offered. Any time a junior member talked about The Platinum Club to a supervisor, they would be shot down and told to stay out of business that did not concern them. Sometimes, and only sometimes, a junior member would disappear and it became apparent that they had been invited to The Platinum Club. A condition of membership seemed to be total cut off from junior members. And despite the friendships developed over the years, whatever The Platinum Club offered, it seemed to be worth it. What was it that The Platinum Club offered? Junior members could only guess but it did not take a genius to work out that the girls were asked to step it up for the older, richer members. One assumed what they did was more explicit in nature and maybe even the veto on sexual activity was lifted. But despite Frank's best efforts, he could never be sure. Frank was just happy to be a member of the junior club. Taking pictures of naked girls was great. When he got married he had initially lied to Katie about what he was up to, but in the end he told her the truth. She did not mind, so in love was she. And when she was convinced that he never touched the girls, she thought nothing more about his club. That was of course until today, when she was outside the door of the studio which the junior members used. She had, despite her better judgment, been persuaded by Frank to model for the junior club. Frank had told her that after one basic shoot and two more of the revealing shoots, they would make £1,300. And with the inevitable new found confidence, she could maybe start a modelling career. It was perfect, Frank told her, he would always be there with her, nothing could happen to her, they would make some money and with the photos they took, put together a portfolio and she was off in her new career and their financial problems were solved! And there was one more additional benefit for Frank. An oh so very very nice benefit. Of course, following the third shoot, when she was invited to the Platinum Club, before turning them down, she could find out more about what was offered. You see Frank had made it clear to his wife that for his little plan to work, no one at the shoot could know that she was his wife. That, for obvious reasons, was strictly forbidden. He knew that his little club was a mere feeder for the main event. If a wife ever got in, then the secret of what went on, and with whom, would be out. Whilst some of the junior members whom he went out with for a beer with knew he was married, he knew that no one had ever met Katie. Even his boss Jack had not met Katie, he did not even have a picture of her at work. As such, the apparently clever Frank came up with his plan. First he sent in Katie's picture to a PO Box address in the magazine that the club used to advertise for girls. Since she stunningly beautiful, an initial interview was inevitable. And sure enough, a week or so later, an email came to Katie's account asking her for an interview at a bar. The result was a formality and she was invited to the shoot. A date was given and Frank ensured that he was registered that date to be one of the photographers. You see, only a maximum of four photographers, including the supervisor, were ever allowed at a shoot as you did not want to initially intimidate the poor girl. Furthermore, Frank promised her that she would not have to do anything she did not want. If she felt it was getting out of hand, she could put a halt to proceedings. He assured her that if necessary, he could put a stop to things by telling the other guys to lay off. He even said he would disclose to everyone that she was his wife and rescue her, even if it meant that he would inevitably be thrown out of the club. Katie agreed and that is how this poor, nervous, shy, beautiful wife found herself outside a modelling studio. Inside she knew that there were up to four men, one of whom was her husband, and she was expected to model a slutty outfit, of their choice, and show off as much of her body as possible. The more the better, in fact. She had never, in her young life, been more afraid than she was at that moment as her shaking hand went up to the door bell. For a moment she hesitated, then she made the fateful decision and pressed the button. Little did she know that from that moment, her life, and her husband's, would never be the same again... After a minute or so, the door was opened and there was Jack, looking down on the innocent beauty. "Ah, Katie, we have been expecting you. Do come in. Come on in." Jack said, in his soft but commanding voice. Jack was around 50 years old, tall and in good shape. Having played lots of rugby in his youth he was very broad and muscular and, which through regular exercise today, meant he was still in good shape. Whilst he may have had the body of a 25r year old, alas the ageing process had caught up with him in other ways as his blonde hair had started to turn silver grey. His model's face was also looking a little warn but he was still strikingly hansom, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Katie. As Katie greeted with him with a firm handshake, she looked up at his lovely blue eyes and his soft features and at that moment she felt a little weight being lifted off her shoulder and a little less nervous. She had expected it to be a bunch of old bearded, fat sweaty men perverted men (other than her Frank) who just wanted to ogle her body and would be slobbering all over themselves as they took pictures of her young innocent body. A Whore is Born Ch. 01 But Jack was the total opposite of what she expecting. Here was a tall, good looking, well dressed gentleman who could easily pass for a kind uncle, or indeed her father, and who did not look like a sexual pervert at all. If only she knew. Jack was actually a serial sexual predator of the worst kind and, as he very subtly put his hand on the small of her back, just above her delicious young bottom and led her to her fate, he marvelled at what a stunner this bitch was and how he was going to enjoy seducing her and turning her into a whore. He looked down at what she was wearing. Most girls when they arrived the first time would dress conservatively, but this bitch was different. She was wearing a tight, small light blue denim micro mini which revealed both her arse and all of her legs to perfection. Up top she wore a tight orange t-shirt which accentuated her 34-DD tits to perfection. To finish it off, she wore 4 inch white heels which raised her bottom up even more. As they walked down the corridor and approached the entrance of the studio, Jack, always the gentleman, ushered Katie in and, as he did, he allowed his hand to come off the small of her back ever so briefly and rested it, for no more than a second, on her firm young bottom. Katie thought it must have been a mistake. It was no mistake. As Katie was ushered in she got another surprise. There was Frank, innocently playing with his camera, but there was only one other man. She had expected at least two, that was Frank had told her. And she had expected the men to be younger. She knew that Jack was a Platinum supervisor so he expected the other junior members to be younger. The old man immediately, and confidently, went over and said, in a posh, upper class voice said, "Delighted to meet you, my dear, I am General Fred Jackson, but you can just call me General." "Yes, hello, General." Katie nervously offered her hand and which Freddie greedily accepted. "And this is Frank" said the General, as he introduced Katie to her husband. Somewhat nervous, and anxious not to slip up, both parties shook hands awkwardly, "Pleased to meet you, Katie." Frank said. Katie noted that he looked just a touch nervous. He had been so confident and blasé about the plan, she wondered what was the cause of the nerves? Was he getting second thoughts? Was he going to put an end to this? Alas, no. The nerves were caused by the fact that Frank was the only junior member present. General Jackson was a Platinum member and it was unprecedented, in his 10 years of doing this, for there to be two Platinum members at an initial shoot. Also why was he the only junior member? Surely some others would have wanted to come and take pictures of Katie? It was all a little odd. When he arrived, he thought there was some mistake and he had inadvertently got the dates wrong and he was actually at a Platinum shoot. But Jack assured him there was no mistake and everything would be explained to him in due course. It was hardly reassuring but what could Frank do? Cancel and risk losing the money. Or allow the shoot to proceed and if anything was out of hand, he, or more probably his wife, would stop things. He did not have much time to dwell on it before Katie arrived and now that she was here, he decided, rather nervously (and foolishly), to let events take their course. And they would, as the General started things off. "My dear, I think at the interview you met James, another one of my colleagues and he would have explained to you what we do here and how the fee structure works." The General was adopting a no-nonsense attitude in his approach to Katie, and it certainly made her feel like very much the subordinate and he the superior. "Now, do you want one of us to go through it all again for you before we begin?" Katie looked up at him, like Jack, the General was tall, slim and well built. Both men, she noted, were a good 6 inches taller than her husband who was short at 5ft 6. But whereas Jack was handsome, there was a somewhat harsh look about the General. He looked at least 60 years old, had a stern features, black hair that was jelled back (and probably dyed) and a harshness that possibly came from years of service in the armed forces. But somehow, his evilness and sternness was attractive. "No, no need to explain again." Katie replied, in a sweet innocent sort of way. She dared not upset this man. "Excellent so we will begin. I don't think we need to delay for a moment longer, so why don't you pop along into the room over there and get changed. You will find your outfit in there. Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you. Failure to do so will lead to a termination of our arrangement. Do you understand?" "Yes, General", Victoria replied immediately . She was rapidly getting used to taking orders from these men, in particular the General. She seemed to like it and found it perfectly normal to be ordered around by old men in authority. So, without looking at her husband, she walked straight past him towards her dressing room. As she did, all three men starred at her arse, marvelled at it and in particular the way it was so beautifully displayed in that ridiculously tight micro mini. However, two of the men's thoughts were rather different than those of the other, her husband: they knew that it was only a matter of time before that bottom was revealed to them in all its glory and, at some point, they would spank, fuck and own it. Her bottom would very soon cease to be the sole preserve of her foolish husband... "Well, we better get things ready." Jack said, as the young wife disappeared into the dressing room. "I am just going next door as I have a few things to do. I will leave you two to it." And Jack disappeared into a room directly opposite Katie's dressing room. Indeed, whenever a girl entered the dressing room, the Platinum supervisor would always disappear into the same room, claiming he had something to do. The junior members just used to put it down to laziness, so James was somewhat surprised that Jack had left him with the General to help. He would have thought he would have stayed, especially when it seemed that the General was a more senior member. Frank had no time to dwell on this as the General started to bark orders, "Now come, let's get the lighting fixed..." and Frank started to prepare for his wife's first modelling shoot. As Katie entered the room, she immediately noticed the clothes rail at the back with a few items hanging up and a few more folded on a nearby dresser. She walked over and looked at what she was being ordered to wear. Hanging up on the rail was a dark navy blazer, white cotton shirt, grey micro mini skirt and a tie. Katie then noticed that, folded on the dresser were a pair of black stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and g-string and a tiny lacy see through black bra which was clearly too small for her lovely big breasts and a pair of black heels. They were five inches high and were the highest heel she had ever seen. Katie was being asked to dress up like a schoolgirl. No, she was being asked to dress up like a sevy slutty schoolgirl. Panic immediately set in. Frank had assured her that on the first sessions, girls were always asked to wear a sexy dress, but never anything more revealing or asked to dress in costume. He told her that the girls were never scarred off if they started things slowly and were more likely to return. And Katie had no reason to disagree since she had seen most of Frank's pictures, and the subsequent ones. But she was being asked to skip a level and dress up like a young sexy schoolgirl. Katie was aware that her young, tight body in a schoolgirl's outfit would certainly appeal to old perverted men like the General. And possibly even the kind looking Jack. What was going on? And why was her pussy getting wet at the thought of dressing up and pleasing these old men? Of course, she did not have to dress as instructed, but then she remembered the firm words of the General: "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". Her brain was telling her to walk out, tell them she had changed her mind and, if need be, argue it out with her husband afterwards. She came from a respectable home, her father a stockbroker, her mother a magistrate, she had lived an upper middle class existence but now she seemed prepared, at a drop of a hat, to become a glamour model, someone who modelled for the perverted pleasure of other men. Old men. Old perverted powerful men who could pay her a lot of money. It was almost a form or prostitution. She should storm out now, her brain was telling her. But sadly, her pussy was telling her something different. It was telling her to dress up like a sevy, naughty young schoolgirl and indulge the sick fantasies of the General and Jack. So, still utterly confused by the turmoil going on with her emotions, Katie followed the instincts of her married pussy, which was soaking wet with fear and desire, and began to strip off and dress up like a schoolgirl... Meanwhile, Jack had entered the adjoining room, pleased how things had gone so far. He was now in what was the supervisor's office and no junior member had ever been allowed in. And for a very good reason. For inside was the hub of the operation where much of the work of The Platinum Club was undertaken. It was a plush, well fitted room, with a nice red leather chesterfield couch at one end, coffee table, bar, TV, all the necessary furniture to make it a luxurious room suitable for entertainment. And it needed to be since this is where the girls were taken after their initial shoots and were asked to join the Platinum Club. He looked at the couch and wondered how many women had been fucked on it, or how many men had sat there whilst a young bitch was forced on her knees and ordered to suck a member off. You see, when they were asked to join, many were given a chance to perform some of the services that they would have to perform at a later date. It was remarkable how many of the horny bitches obliged, even at that early stage. However, the room was not just for entertaining and pleasure, it was also for work for in the far corner was a large desk with a number of computers on it and on the opposite wall there were three large flat screens acting as monitors. Jack went over, sat in the plush leather chair and logged on. As he did, he picked up a Cuban Cohiba cigar, lit it up and leaned back and waited for the system to boot up. Yes, he thought to himself, it was all going to plan, Frank's wife was as hot in the flesh as she was in the pictures and soon she would be theirs and there would be nothing her pitiful excuse of a husband could do to stop it. Jack had found out that Katie was Frank's wife... Unfortunately for Frank, his plan was perfect but for one fatal flaw. Whilst he was aware of the initial interviewing process that the girls went through, the one where a supervisor would meet the girl, check her suitability before the first shoot, Frank was, however, completely unaware of the private investigator who, immediately after the interview, was ordered to follow her. The PI was hired to investigate every girl to confirm her story -- i.e. she was who she said she was. You see, some years back, maybe 20 years or so, when the club was in its infancy, they almost got caught out. The club had seduced and fucked a young wife who happened to be married to a prominent newspaper editor. This man wanted revenge. He wanted to expose the club who were still fucking his wife, name and shame its high profile members in his paper and put an end to its evil goings on. But he could not do it without proof. He could not ask his whore of a wife, so he decided to send in an undercover reporter. Luckily for the club, they got wind of the scam from the editor's wife who had overheard her husband talking about it and they were able to reject the girl even before the initial shoot. But it was a warning that did not go unheeded. As such, each girl was carefully vetted. The PI would just follow her home, check she was who she said she was, a small report was prepared and job done. In 20 years only a handful of girls were ever rejected on the grounds of unsuitability (plenty on looks) and there was normally nothing sinister in it. Girl was either too young (16 years old were permitted but nothing younger) or she was married to a criminal (no need to incur the wrath of a psychopathic husband etc). So of course when the young Katie was interviewed, it did not take long for the Platinum member do declare his interest and when she left, he indicated to the PI to follow her. He followed her home, noted her address, saw her kiss her husband at the door -- picture was taken of that -- husband's name discovered, report sent. So when the interviewer received the report, he was somewhat surprised, to say the least, to discover that Katie was, in fact, the wife of a known member. She had told then that she was a bored housewife in need of little extra pocket money. This deception was immediately escalated to the upper echelons of the club and the elders had to make a decision. And that decision was, initially, to expel Frank and reject Katie. This was an act of betrayal since he was just after the money, their money, for he would never allow his wife to join The Platinum Club and to submit to their numerous acts of perverted debauchery. They were not there for junior member to defraud them. For the very senior members, it was a real shock since in all their years a member had never once presented his wife like this. It was then that the General, who was on the executive committee, together with his good friend, Jack, formulated their cunning plan. It was presented to the committee and it was unanimously accepted. No one would ever again try and make a fool out of them. And what was the plan? Quite simple, really: to seduce, abuse and fuck Frank's wife while he was forced to watch. They wanted him humiliated and destroyed as they would, in front of his eyes, take his beloved wife and turn her into their fuck toy. Once the computers had finally booted up, Jack logged on. After a minute or so, he had remotely turned on a couple of dozen hidden cameras. Some were in Katie's dressing room, and some were in the main studio. The screens above then became alive. Each screen was then split up into a dozen small pictures, each reflecting a different camera. One screen was devoted to the studio where Frank and the General were busy preparing for the shoot. The other was of more interest, since it was Katie's dressing room. He was recording her whilst she stripped off. A few more buttons were pressed and a live webcam was set up for members to access via their exclusive website. Each member could, by the click of a mouse, decide which camera, and as such which angle, they wanted to focus on. They were remotely able to enjoy Katie undressing remotely from the comfort of their home. In a short time, via cameras in the studio, they would be able to watch the photo shoot and all else that would follow. Brilliant. As Jack puffed on his cigar, he looked up at the monitors. Obviously the one with Frank and the General was of no interest. The dressing room, however, was very much of interest. On a normal shoot, it was his favourite part, when the idiots next door were setting up and he was alone in here. He knew that they thought he was just in here having a cup of tea waiting letting them do all the work. In fact, he was getting a very exclusive sneak preview of the goods on offer. He looked at the monitor with Katie and saw that she had already stripped off and was sitting on the stool by the dresser, rolling up one of the stockings. Her beautiful married tits were on display since she was yet to put on her bra. Jack hated the screen being split up into 12 small screens all with differing angles. It made him dizzy. So he decided to get a better view. In fact the best view in the house. Puffing on his cigar, he swivelled his chair around 180 degrees and looked at a huge picture on the wall. He then picked up a remote control and pointed it at it. In true James Bond fashion the picture then started to disappear under the wall as a result of some mechanical pulley. In its place was a big window. A window into Katie's dressing room. The perverted bastard had installed a two way mirror. And what Katie thought was a mirror, unbeknown to her, also acted as a window for Jack. He could look in and she would never know. James leaned back in his chair, puffed on his cigar and withdrew his rock hard 11 inch cock and started to stroke it as he watched the poor wife dress for his pleasure. Katie by now had rolled up both stockings and was attaching the suspenders to the suspender belt. She had stood up and was looking into the mirror (and looking into Jack). She already had on her heels so her body was wonderfully raised. Once she attached the stockings she looked at herself. God she looked great, she thought. She had rarely worn stockings and suspenders before, despite Frank's constant requests, but boy did she look good. She should wear them more often, she thought. Her hands then went up to her breasts and cupped them. She always admired her tits, the size of them were slightly abnormal for a girl of her size, but they looked great. Women were bitterly jealous of them whilst men were desperately transfixed by them. Only her husband had ever seen them naked, and now she felt that it was inevitable that she would be ordered to reveal them to the General Would she obey? She was terrified at the prospect. But her nipples had become rock hard at the prospect and her pussy was soaking wet. She pinched them and started to lick her lips. She was terrified but she also had a strange feeling of horny warmth which was flowing through her young body. She still desperately wanted to run out of this place, having seen what she was being ordered to wear. But some strange force was keeping her here. Keeping her here at the whim of these old powerful men. As such, she stayed and conscience of not keeping the General and Jack waiting, she picked up the bra left for her and looked at it. She noticed was that it was made of a transparent lacy black material. Her tits would be clearly visible even whet she put it on. The other thing she noticed that was that it was very small. In fact it looked at least 3 sizes too small to contain her wonderful 34DD jugs. She then remembered that when she was interviewed, she had given them her exact measurements and was assured that the outfit chosen for her would accurately reflect this. It must have been a mistake. Or was it? Had they deliberately bought her a bra too small in order to accentuate her already considerable cleavage? To make sure her big married tits were ready to explode out from the confines of her small bra? She licked her lips at the devious tactics of these old perverts. She was beginning to understand that this was far from any normal photography club. When these men wanted something, they set out to get it. And she was, today, their prey. Again her brain told her to leave. But her pussy had taken over and she put on the bra. Indeed it was a few sizes too small and as such she could barely get her tits into the cups. She found that, despite her best efforts, her nipples just kept poking out from the top of the bra and all the bra was doing was supporting the bottom of her tits, raising them up and offering addition (and unnecessary) support. She desperately tried to cover her tits, to preserve some modicum of dignity, but all that would happen was that with the slightest movement, they would spring out of her bra, leaving her big firm luscious mounds of tit flesh exposed when she was inevitably asked to open her shirt. Her heart was now pounding away with fear. This was not what she had signed up for. Maybe she could wear her bra but once again she remembered the General's very explicit order - "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". She had no choice. She would have to dress like a slut for these men or walk away. A Whore is Born Ch. 01 She stayed. Next came the g-string. When she put it on, she found that the tiny black thong barely covered her pussy and, as she looked behind at herself in the mirror (presenting her married bottom to Jack next door) she saw that the tiny piece of string had disappeared between the valley of her beautiful buttock cheeks thus leaving her entire bottom on display. She had never worn a g-string for Frank before. She had always refused, claiming it was too uncomfortable. However, looking at herself now, she realised how beautiful she looked. She should have worn one before, she thought, but her husband was never strong enough to force her. But the General was. And now any thoughts of discomfort were strangely being replaced by a warm glow in her married pussy. Was this caused by the g-string or being forced by a couple of old powerful men to wear one? The answer was that it was a combination of both. And that thought scared her for she knew that she would, at the very least, be ordered to strip down to her lingerie and, as a result of the bra that was too small for her and a g-string that left nothing to the imagination, she would be displaying, to men whom she had never met until today, her tits and arse. That was never part of the agreement. And yet she was prepared to go through with it. Wasn't she? This was wrong, she should stop. But she couldn't stop. A strange force was leading her down this dark, dangerous path. She said to herself that Frank was there to help. If it got out of hand, he would step in. But despite this logical thought, some strange fear persisted that all was not right... She was right. All was not right and some of it was about to be revealed to her husband. Frank, at that moment, was helping the General organise the studio. There was not much in there. There was a brown leather couch and a couple of chairs. The chairs were placed in front of the couch and the General, mysteriously took a white shoe box and carefully placed it on one of the chairs next to him. Frank wondered what was in it? But Frank did not have too much time to dwell on what might be in the mysterious white box as the General started to speak to Frank. The second part of The Platinum's Club plan of retribution was about to be set into motion. "Frank, you might be wondering why there are two senior member of The Platinum Club here today and not the usual three junior members?" "Yes, well I was kind of wondering why? Jack did say it was alright for me to stay and all would be explained later..." "Indeed we need you stay, you are an integral part of what is going to happen." Frank was nervous. Did the General know about his plans? Was he about to expose him? If so, he had to get him and his wife out of here ASAP. He did not want to get her into harms way. "Err, what do you mean, General?" He asked, rather nervously. The General looked at him with a stern face. The bastard will learn never to try and put one over them again he thought. "Well, you see Frank, the reason why you are alone with Jack and I..." Frank was frozen with fear, here it comes. "...is because we would like to invite you to become a full member of The Platinum Club." "What!" "Yes, my dear boy, Jack speaks very highly of you, you being a work colleague etc. and we feel that we could do with some young blood in the organisation. None of us are getting any younger -- ha ha -- and we feel like we could do with some fresh young blood in the group, you know, to keep the club ticking over, take over some of the more heavy work, so to speak." Frank was stunned, and not a little honoured by the request. The Premier Club, an organisation of distinguished gentleman who would get together and pursue the pleasure of young women was inviting him to become a member. He would not be privy to all their secrets and find out exactly what went on. Mouth open in shock at the unexpected request, he temporarily forgot about pulling the little scam he was trying to pull off. The General, ignoring Frank's look of disbelief continued, "And that is why we did not invite a junior member, because you see, dear chap, you are about to be revealed the secrets of what out little organisation does. Or well some of them at least, don't want to ruin all the fun now!" "No, no of course not." Frank replied, eager to hear more. He expected the General just to tell him what they did and perhaps, at a later date, he would be invited to one of their secret gatherings. God, Katie needed to get her modelling career off the ground now, they are going to need all the money they could get in order for him to pursue the new pleasures on offer. Naturally, the General had other ideas. "Well, I am not going to go into too much detail at this stage, suffice to say, just follow Jack and my lead today and you will, I am sure, get a small window onto what we do." "Err, what do you mean?" Frank anxiously asked, aware that is was his wide here today and what were they going to do with her? "Well, my dear chap, that young filly next door, Jack and I are convinced that following her initial interview, she is up for a whole lot more that what the initial session offers. Normally, when we introduce a new man to our organisation, it is with a seasoned bitch, one who has been in the organisation for a while, or perhaps a bitch who is ready to graduate from stage two to stage three. "But this girl is different. Just look at what she was wearing when she arrived. It was the same when she was interviewed. Pure filth, I tell you. She is gagging for it." Frank, almost paralysed with fear, managed a faint nod and smile. It was he who suggested that she dress up that way, to impress them and make sure she got the part. He told her to do the same today, as the boys always appreciated a girl looking nice and the club tipped accordingly. But look how that strategy had backfired. "We are sure that the bitch is up for more than just a bit of basic modelling. We are convinced that she will be prepared to strip off for us, reveal everything and do a whole lot of other things that is normally reserved for the Platinum members." "H-how can you be so convinced?" Frank, now frantic with fear, asked. "Trust me, if she comes out dressed how we instructed, she is up for it. That is no usual 1st stage outfit in there. We have got a stage 3 schoolgirl's outfit. You know the one, when the bitch's wear next to nothing and reveal everything. If she puts that on, that will tell us everything we need to know. Then, after a while, we will ask her to move on from basic modelling and trust me, the bitch will do exactly what is required. "You see, she is one of those bitch's who needs the money, her husband can't provide for them and they are struggling to pay their mortgage. Must be one of those pathetic types who has asked his wife to earn some money because he is unable to provide." Frank could not help but blush as the General summed him up. "But one man's loss is another man's gain, hey? And when we offer the kind of cash she has only ever dreamt of, she will do exactly what we say." Frank had a look of horror on his face. The General could see that he was panicking. But Frank thought he had found a way out, without having to reveal the truth. "General, that sounds great, but you see, I am not sure whether I have that kind of money here, could we not just stick with the initial shoot, for now and then..." "Don't worry, dear fellow", the General interrupted, reassuringly clapping him on the shoulders, "Money is always an issue with new members, that is why the first year is for free. Means that sometimes you don't get to participate as much as you would like, but you can't have everything, hey? Anyway, I understand from Jack, that a promotion should be in the offing at work, a new title with a lot more money. So in no time you will be able to afford everything on offer. "Anyway, here comes Jack, you can discuss that later with him. How's she looking?" The General asked, as Jack came out, still smoking his cigar with a contented look on his face. "She looks fucking great. As hot as we hoped." "No issues with the outfit?" "None, the bitch is wearing everything as ordered. She seems to love it!" Frank was stunned, his mouth was still open with shock. Jack, smiling came over and offered his hand to Frank. Stunned, and almost in a state of trance, Frank took it is as Jack warmly shook it, "Congratulations, I take it the General has told you the good news, hence the look of surprise. Always the same when you finally get made up, hey General!" "That's right, when you get to the land of milk & honey, always takes a while to get over." "Err, yes, yes." Frank was ready to pull out of the whole thing. But he wanted to know one thing before he did, "You have been in her dressing room? But you came out of the other room? How do you know what she is wearing?" Jack, smiled at him, and whispered, "Two-way, mirror. Fucking genius, I know. Why do you think I always go in there? Normally for a cup of tea and a wank as I watch these unsuspecting bitch's strip off and dress. And I tell you, we have one fucking whore in there. She loved what we had in there for her. Fucking unbelievable." Frank could not believe what he was hearing. Two way mirror? These men were more ruthless than he had ever imagined. Spying on women without their consent. What other tricks did they have up their sleeves? "Anyway, I am sure the General warned you, today, say nothing and just watch and learn. Sssh, here she comes..." Frank was all set to put a stop to the madness but at that very moment Katie emerged from the dressing room. All the men stopped talking and looked at her, as she paused at the door, nervous at what kind of reaction she could expect. She needn't worry since she looked like every old man's perverted dream as she had dressed exactly as instructed. She had on 4 inch black heels, stockings and suspenders. The grey pleated micro mini skirt was, as with everything else, far too short. It barely covered her arse and when she walked, it flapped up, revealing the flesh above her stockings and her suspenders. She had also discovered in her dressing room that, if she was asked to bend forward ever so slightly, her naked arse was revealed. She had done this a few times in front of the mirror, leaning forward, trying to work out if there was any way to stop it from happening. There wasn't. Up top, she wore a white cotton blouse, which had a couple of redeeming features: first it was clearly one size too small and, as such, her breasts were bursting for release. The buttons on the shirt looked like they would ping open at anytime. And secondly, it was made of a thin, transparent cotton material which made it a see-through shirt. When she had looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped in horror when she saw that, even with her shirt on, she would be revealing her married breasts to these men. Her only protection was the school blazer. That was the only part of the outfit that offered her any protection and therefore she knew that it be the first thing she was asked to take off. Followed by everything else, these men would stop at nothing to see her body, she thought. And unless her husband intervened, she would have no choice but to obey. She also had on a red and black school tie which nestled nicely between the valley of her big breasts. To finish off the naughty schoolgirl look, she had tied her long blonder hair back into two pigtails and had removed all traces of makeup. All the men just spent a few seconds starring at the vision of beauty presented to them. Frank who moments before had been ready to call a halt to this, starred in horror at what his wife was wearing. Surely she should have seen what they were asking to weak and walked out? He said that it was likely, in the first shoot, to be a cocktail dress. In his experience, only girls who wanted to progress to the third stage dressed like this. She was just at the first stage, why would she be prepared to dress like this when she had always claimed that she did not want to be a glamour model? He was about to speak, when the General spoke. "Well done, my dear, it looks like you have followed your first order and dressed as instructed. And as a military man, I like people who follow my orders. So, come over here and let us begin the shoot" Katie, rather nervously, and with a little hesitation, slowly walked over to where the General was standing. And as she did, despite her best efforts, her skirt flapped up down revealing to the greedy men the tops of her stockings and suspenders and the beginnings of her lovely arse. Frank was speechless. It seemed like his wife wanted to go through with this. She had, as Jack had alluded to, agreed to dress like a slut. She could have stopped it, but here she was revealing her body like some common whore. But he should stop things. Couldn't he? And as he was about to open his mouth and scream out "Stop!" it suddenly dawned on him that actually he couldn't anything. Like a cold knife cutting through his heart, with horror he realised that if he intervened, sure he would lose the money Katie would earn today. But he would lose more than that. A lot more. He stood to lose his promotion and, in all probability, his job. Jack would never tolerate being hoodwinked like this. He would be thrown out of the bank within days and then what? Finding another job in this market would be almost impossible. With both Katie and him without work, it would not be long before he lost his home, car, and then his wife. Katie would not want to hang around with a loser who had orchestrated his own downfall and led them to become homeless. A hot piece of totty like Katie could find another man in no time. So Frank was helpless. He was waiting for Katie to do something. And Katie was waiting for Frank to do something. Katie had come to the conclusion that it was his duty to stop things. He had put her in this position, so he should step up and stop it, or take the consequences. This rather aggressive stance was born out of anger with Frank and also, more importantly, the itch in her pussy that was becoming ever stronger as she descended into this dark world. As such, Katie found herself sleep walking towards her new Masters... "What do you think of the outfit, my dear, a little too revealing for your tastes?" The General asked as Katie came to stand in front of the General. Even in her four inch heels, she looked tiny in comparison to the huge man who, arms folded, towered over her. "Err, it is a little more revealing than I suspected and I was led to believe that I would be asked to wear something more conventional, like a dress..." "Yes but I thought this was would be much more suitable for a girl like you. I even chose it myself." As he spoke, the General, unashamedly, eyed poor Katie up and down. The way he looked at her made the poor girl shiver with fear. "Now, I think we need to get started, so why don't you sit yourself on the couch. That's it make yourself nice and comfortable and we will get ourselves ready." As ordered, Katie went and sat herself down and prepared for her first ever photo shoot. The excitement and tension was palpable in the room as everyone knew that Katie was, at the very least, about to reveal most of her body to these men. The General and Jack knew it because they were in absolute control of events. Her husband had been neutralised as a threat and Katie, having agreed to dress like this, would not resist revealing herself since so much of her young body was already on display to them. The time to resist was in the changing room, not now, when she sat before them. Naturally Katie was more nervous than she had ever been in her young life. She once more looked at her husband, desperate for some sign that she should terminate the ordeal. But he steadfastly refused to look at her. She knew she would have to go through with whatever she was ordered to do and hope that Frank, at some point, would come to her rescue. And yet still, the same warm tingling sensation in her pussy would not go away. Did she want to strip off for these old men? No, was the answer again. But this nagging doubt, caused by the reaction below made her wonder if she did want to reveal her young married body... As the men busied themselves with getting their cameras ready and making sure the lighting was just right, Katie desperately tried to make herself look a little more respectable. She found that however she sat, her small little grey mini skirt kept on riding up her young thighs revealing pretty much all the flesh above her stockings and her black suspender tabs. She just could not cover herself up. As such, she gave up, leant forward, folded her arms on her lap and waited for her fate. It was not long before the General spoke once more. It was clear that he was in charge, the most senior of the three, and was going to direct proceedings. As he took pictures, like any good director, he needed to direct his subject. "That's lovely my dear, you look so sweet and innocent like that. Such a sweet, sexy little schoolgirl. Now, I want you to unfold your arms, cross your legs, and place your hands on your lap. That's it. No, don't worry about your skirt riding up your legs, we want to see as much flesh as possible. Good, good. Now, look into my camera, that's it, you are a sweet innocent schoolgirl. Now look down. Good, you look ever so innocent..." Click click click was all that was heard for half a minute or so as Katie adopted a relatively innocent pose. And Katie thought that it was not too bad, after all. If it was like this, maybe it would not be too bad. She was never going to be so lucky. "Now, take your jacket off, nice and slowly. Come, on don't be shy. That's it, nice and slowly." Click click click. "Just put it behind you. Good, yes you look lovely. Such a nice shirt, wouldn't you say. So tight, and well, revealing, the lighting seems to be bring out the best in you..." She knew what he meant. The shirt, at the best of times, would be revealing, but with the combination of the lighting and the shirt's transparent material, everyone could see Katie's tits hanging out of her tiny bra. "God, you look great." Click click click. "You have a great figure, young lady. I can't believe you have never modelled before..." Katie looked down at her breasts as the General spoke. She noticed how visible they would be to the men. And she saw how erect her nipples were. She blushed. "Look up at me. Good girl. You are a naughty schoolgirl who wants to be very naughty. So raise your skirt up so we can see more of your legs. Come on, don't be shy. Good girl, that's it, we can see all of your legs now. And look at the camera and be innocent. That's it, you are a natural." Click click click... This went on for a couple of minutes, Katie just looking innocent and flashing her legs. But she knew that they would want her to step it up. And she did not have to wait too long. "Now, unbutton your shirt so we can see your bra." The General now issued his first order which went beyond a first stage shoot. For by unbuttoning her bra, it was quite clear to everyone that her tits would clearly be on display. And for Katie, this would be the first time (knowingly) in her life that she would be revealing her big breasts to a man who was not her husband. Her strict conservative religious upbringing had taught her never to have sex before marriage, only sleep with a man who was your husband (she was a virgin on her wedding night) and never to be unfaithful. She was sure her parents would also have taught her not to display her body to two old men in a photo shoot. And yet here she was about to do just that and, the most extraordinary thing about all this was, that it was apparently with her husband's permission. That thought alone caused her nipples to become even harder and her pussy even wetter. A Whore is Born Ch. 02 This installment of Akiko's story takes place here in New York. After cultivating our relationship for months via the internet Akiko had consented to travel here to live out her fantasies. After being forcefully taken by Michael and his friends Akiko realized that she wanted and craved to be used by black men at any time and anywhere. She dreamed of being gangbanged, prostituted and more. Her only request was that black men were to be the sole benefactors of her lust. I set up a seven-day adventure where she would live out her most twisted and dark visions. Just to make things more interesting I decided to keep Akiko in the dark about the details of her trip. In other words she could be taken at any time and anywhere. She would never know what my plans were until it had taken place. Please read chapter one and continue to enjoy the birth of a whore. Also know that as you read this Akiko too may very well be reading and enjoying her story over and over again getting turned on just like you. DAY 1 Akiko was instructed to wear her favorite underwear under a short skirt for her flight to New York. I wanted her to feel very, very sexy and I wanted her to wear what makes her feel that way. Once she was in the air I wanted her to focus on the reason for taking this trip. I wanted her to think of everything her inner slut wanted to do. Picture herself in decadent positions with black men and long thick cocks taking control of her body and using her the way she needed, the way she dreamt of. I wanted her mind focused on her adventure, you are traveling halfway around the world for one sole purpose: Black cock. When she slept on the plane it was to be on her mind and when she awoke it was still there and that is the way I wanted it. I instructed her to go to the ladies room shortly before landing and remove her panties. I wanted her to consciously lift her dress and look at her bare pussy and soak in her wonderful fate as she concentrated on the goal of this transcontinental adventure. When she landed I was there waiting with a limo just outside the terminal. When she emerged from the terminal she was a vision of beauty. Dressed in a pink sundress long jet-black hair and an angelic face. Her nipples were protruding and I could tell she was already in a state of arousal. Her legs were smooth and silky. Marco and Justice were equally impressed. "Look at her man, I can't wait to pound that" Marco proclaimed. "My dick is getting hard already" Justice answered. Finally after our first long awaited meeting and I can barely contain my excitement as I soak in your beauty. When she entered she was startled to find my guests. I guided her to take a seat between us. After introducing Akiko to Justice and Marco I knew she was certainly intrigued at what may take place next. While we sat I pulled her skirt up to reveal a hungry slut pussy to our guests. I began to rub and finger her pantyless box making sure she was in a full state of arousal. All eyes were on the Japanese doll when I took her hand and put it directly on my pants where she could feel my black cock busting loose. I rubbed her hand over it and watched her face, as her breathing became more and more shallow. She was obviously losing herself feeling my thick black pole. Justice and Marco moved closer fondling her body. Strong black hands caressing her breasts and sliding between her thighs. "Get on your knees and take my cock out, Akiko" Akiko did as she was told and placed herself on her knees in front of us. I sat in the middle and was flanked by Marco and Justice. She unzipped my pants and my cock sprang free. Her eyes widened at the sight of my manhood. She stroked it with both of her tiny hands as it lewdly bobbed inches from her face. "Open your mouth." I grabbed her head and pushed it down on my cock stuffing her Japanese face while she reached out with her two free hands began to stroke Marco and Justices' waiting cocks. I could feel the heat in her mouth intensify as she realized that she had three giant cocks to play with. Marco and Justice wrap their hands around hers securing her grip and forcing her hands up and down at a feverish pace. I held her head in my lap and thrust my dick up into her hungry mouth. In and out my cock is going across her tongue reaching the back of her throat on each thrust. Her tiny hands stretched out jerking off two fat black pipes. Holding her head in place her moans were muffled and it was even more of a turn on. The picture was one of decadence. Submissive Japanese housewife on her knees in the back of a limo speeding across New York being used by three strapping black men. "You like this don't you slut? This is what you came for. Show my boys how much you like it" I had taken my cock from her mouth and as I spoke I bounced and slapped it off of her mouth and face rubbing her saliva everywhere, and all she could do was moan and breathe heavily. I pushed her head back down on my meat and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Using both of my hands I shoved my nine inches in and out of her drooling mouth repeatedly. Pushing in and out trying to stuff every inch into her throat. Her hands were a blur as she jerked off my friends. Her enthusiasm for our cocks was unbridled, as she was cumming over and over. As her orgasm subsided I withdrew myself. "Come over here slut" Justice implored her. Akiko began to rise but Justice objected. "No I want you to crawl. Crawl on your knees like the whore that you are." Once more Akiko did as she was told and crawled over to Justice. Akiko sat between his legs while he jerked himself. This was the biggest dick that Akiko had ever seen and her eyes couldn't hide her pleasure and apprehension. She was in a lust-induced haze. Akiko reached out to grab his cock, and began to slowly stroke him. Justices' eleven-inch cock dwarfed her. Her small hands couldn't wrap around his thick snake and the sight was wonderful. Her eyes were fixated on his tool as she stuck out her tongue and began to lick his head. She opened her mouth wide as she could but was only able to get four inches inside. Her mouth was stretched to the limit crammed full of black dick. Her hands stroked the remaining seven inches up and down greedily. Marco got down on his knees and hiked up her dress and began to slide his fingers in and out of her soaking snatch. "Suck it just like that. Show me how Japanese whore sucks cock. Jay told me you loved black cock now prove it." Justices' words and Marcos skilled fingers spurred her on and she tried to put more of his cock into her mouth and her hands were moving at a blinding pace. In light of her bad behavior (Married Japanese black cock slave) I felt she deserved a little discipline. While Marco pistons his fingers in and out of her wet pussy I started to spank her bare ass with my hands as she sucked and jerked the giant cock in her face. "Look at me while you suck my dick" Justice barked. Akiko eyes met Justices' as she manipulated his pole. "Tell me how much you like my cock. Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you say it slut." "I love your big black cock" she said in her heavily accented English. "It's soooo big and hard I love it very much" I spanked her ass harder as she spoke and even harder still when she put his swollen cock back into her mouth. "Her pussy is getting even wetter. She loves this shit," Marco shouted. He used his free hand to join in the paddling of her asian ass. I reached under her and began to squeeze her tits and twist her pert nipples. She was writhing and squealing over the eleven-inch pole in her mouth. "I'm about to bust. Open your mouth slut," Justice bellowed. She pulled is cock out her mouth and said "Please cum in my face. Please I want to taste it." She pointed the huge rod at her face and began to jerk it feverishly. Then it happened. The first spurt hit her face and landed across her forehead. She stuffed the head into her mouth to taste some of his hot cum and he continued to shoot as he snatched it from her mouth and hand pumped what seemed like a pint of cum all over her pretty asian face. Spurt after spurt blasted her waiting face streaking her delicate feature with red hot cock juice. "Oh my god. Yes.Yeeeessss. It feels so good," she mewed. His explosion finally subsided and he rubbed his still hard cock over her face gathering up his cum and feeding it to her. "Look at that, what a fucking whore" I said. Marco was ready. "Get over here honey I got some more cum for you". Marco grabbed Akiko and laid her on her back on the floor. He climbed on top of her and straddled her face feed her mouth his raging hard on. He placed a hand on the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth. I reached down and began to finger her pussy again as Marco did her mouth. Wet sounds rang out as she sucked him like the hungry fucktoy she is. Marco sped up as he neared climax until finally... "Here it is eat it all" Marcos hips stiffened as he began to shoot. "Aaaaarrrrrghhh". Marcos grip tightened on her head and my fingers were drilling her sloppy hole as I felt her spasm. Marco was flooding her mouth with cum as it started to overflow from the corner of her mouth. Once he is done he wiped his spent cock across her lips smearing his juice around. Akiko laid there lost in her world. It was only the beginning and she had already experienced a thoroughly fulfilling encounter. Her pussy felt neglected but she knew that would not be for long. We drove on for a while until the limo came to a halt and Justice and Marco departed. They said their good-byes for now and we drove on. By now her black cock starved pussy was quivering wanting attention but not now. Her mouth needed to be trained to properly serve black cock. You have a long and eventful trip ahead and her slit will not go unused by any means. Now we are on the way to her hotel room at the Marriott in Brooklyn. Along the way I instruct her to pay close attention to two things. The first thing is as we drive along I want you to have my stiff black cock in your hand stroking me strong and slow. I want you to feel the power in my cock feel how it throbs in your hand and the heat that it holds. While you hold my cock in one hand I want you to rub your tight pussy with your free hand. The second thing I want is in her mind. I wanted her to focus on black cock and nothing else. Just black cock ravaging every hole on your body over and over again. As we ride I wanted her to look at the black men on the street and imagine these strangers fucking you in any manner that they wish. I want you to wonder how big their cocks are to wonder how it will feel to a strange black mans cock pushed into her mouth over and over until it shoots hot black juice all over her. I wanted her to revel in the newfound feeling of being a true black cock slut. It was an amazing thing watching her take in my words and follow my instructions to the letter. It was obvious that she was indeed an unleashed sexual animal and it was feeding time. We traveled through my familiar streets, saw the people that I know as she held my thick cock in her hand. The car pulled over at a predesignated location at which point I rolled my window down and I called a friend of mine over to the car. Akiko's arrival has come with many fanfares. She is expected and wanted. When Shawn comes over I am more than happy to show him the treasure that I found in a far way place. "Here she is dawg. I told you she was the one." Shawn eyes nearly popped out his head when he looked in and saw Akiko dutifully stroking my long shaft as I spoke to him. She looked at him and licked her lips. The was still remnants of dried cum in her hair as she stared dreamily at him and back to my throbbing member. "Say hello to Shawn, Akiko." "Hello Shawn. Nice to meet you" "Akiko why don't you show Shawn why you're here in New York?" With that said I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed her down on my dick. She sucked me slow and sensual never taking her eyes off of Shawn the entire time. Shawn was mesmerized by the sight and began to rub his rapidly stiffening cock through his jeans. I had a handful of Japanese ass while she sucked me. Akiko sensed her purpose. She put on a great show for my friend moaning and loudly slurping my engorged dick. She sucked with a frenzied vigor obviously reveling in the private show she was giving. Then I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up. I spun her around and lifted her dress and smacked her ass. "Look at this ass Shawn. Look at that sweet pussy. We're gonna fuck her until she screams. That I promise. Feel that homey. Squeeze that ass the slut loves it." Shawn reached in and rubbed and squeezed her naked ass. "Oooooohhhh. That feels so good" she purred. "Listen Shawn go tell the boys what the deal is. Let them know I got something new to play with. Let em know this is for real and I'm gonna catch up to you later." "Okay Jay it's a done deal." The limo pulled off and we were on our way again. Everything is going according to my plan and Akiko couldn't be happier. She came here seeking to release her pent up sexual frustration and live out her fantasies. I am here to make it all happen and to welcome her in a way only a true slut could appreciate. By the end of this trip she will be a hopeless slave to black cock. Her body will belong to black men. Any black man that choose to pursue her will we be greatly rewarded with the gift of unending carnal pleasure. As we drove along Akiko looked dreamily into my eyes as she obediently stroked me up and down. "Fuck me Jay. I need it so bad. I want to feel this big dick inside of me. Please fuck me." "All in due time my dear. Very soon you'll get what you crave." As we take in the sights I'm finalizing my plans in my head. This will be my greatest sexual triumph yet. Here is a gorgeous married Japanese woman who has traveled halfway around the world for the sole purpose of submitting to her forbidden lust and passion. I am the key to her submission and I am enjoying it to the fullest. Finally we arrive at her hotel, Marriott, in Brooklyn. Akiko took the time to freshen up and we went inside. As she checked in at the front desk I stood right behind her rubbing my hard dick on her ass and back. Then I escorted her upstairs and instructed her what to wear and to prepare for her first night in the big city. When we arrived in her room I pulled from my travel bag a portable DVD player as well as several adult DVD titles. They all centered on asian women and black men. I wanted her to gorge herself on these movies. I wanted her to fuel the fire between her legs. Black cock was her sole purpose on this trip and I wanted her sex drive to be at an all time high. As she watched these films I wanted her to picture herself in the same positions and predicaments as these women. Feel the lust and passion that emanates from the screen and let it be your divine inspiration. I informed her to freshen up and get some rest for her big evening. When I returned I expected to find a starving tigress begging for food. I let her know to dress sexily and await my return. I also informed her that room service would be coming soon with an appetizer. I was only a few minutes away when there was a knock at her door. A tall handsome black hotel employee was at the door with a room service tray. Since she'd been feeding her desire with the adult films that I left she viewed this man with hunger and lust. His nametag says Rob and he sits the tray down and uncovers it. Beneath the cover is an envelope. She quizzically opened the envelope and inside found three things. There were two $100 bills and a note. Akiko's eyes sparkled as she read it and did as she was told. The note simply said "Get on your knees whore and do what you came her for". Akiko unbuckled his pants and shoved his eight-inch dick in her mouth. Like a greedy kid in a candy store Akiko noisily sucked Robs cock while he fondled her breasts. Akiko was used to having big black cocks in her mouth at this point. She loved to feeling of being down on her knees serving a black man allowing him to use her mouth solely for his gratification. He was being everything she wanted to be and happily gave her mouth to Rob licking and sucking hungrily. Gazing into his face as his eyes were closed lost in a moment of content. I walked in and found her sucking him and playing with her pussy. "Suck that dick real good Akiko. This man works hard for his money and I want him to enjoy his time with you. Show him how much you appreciate his business." Akiko sped up her head and bobbed obscenely on his pole. She did appreciate his business and nothing made her feel better than to be the object of this mans physical affection. Rob began to shake and I knew his time had cum. "I'm cumming. Suck it don't stop. Don't stop." "That's it Rob fill her slut mouth. Make her eat all that cum." Rob held her head in place and flooded her mouth with his seed. He withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and straightened his clothes and started to leave the room. "Thanks Rob I needed that." "No thank you. By the way I still have some more coming to me. Jay here promised me a piece of that pussy before you leave town and I damn sure will be back to collect it." "I'm looking forward to it." After a job well done it's time to go out to dinner and take in some of the sites of the city. After we eat we will take a stroll along the Brooklyn Promenade as night takes over the city. Men are staring at her lustily as we walk. They can sense what she is as she gives off an undeniable aura of sexuality. Along the way we can see empty benches designed for couples. We adjourn to a secluded corner and I stand behind her and began to rub her sweet asian ass in my hands as I nibbled on her neck. I told her to stay right there and I would be back momentarily. When I returned I came with another friend of mine. Tom had learned of her arrival from Shawn and was anxious to sample the goods. He introduced himself and handed me $100. We stood on either side of her and lifted her dress exposing her lower regions once more. Tom squeezed and kneaded her lovely ass while I worked my fingers in and out of her quivering snatch. She threw her head back in ecstasy while we probed her holes. As the action began to heat up I suggested that we go back to the hotel. We walked along the streets with Akiko between us and everyone knew what was going on. We got to the hotel we went to the bar and ordered a few drinks. Akiko was giggling and loose and was the unquestioned center of attention. Men all around wanted a piece of her but they would not get the opportunity today. Our hands were all over her body sampling her ass and tits as the alcohol took over until finally we go up to the room. When we arrived in the room Akiko excused her to the bedroom. Tom and I sat in the living room anticipating the next part of our evening. "Jay I can't believe this is happening. That bitch is fine as hell. I can't wait to get up inside of her. I thought she was gonna fuck us right at the bar." "Believe me buddy boy she would if that's what we wanted. Trust me when I tell you this will be the best week we've had in a long time. She's gonna make you wish she didn't have to go home man." Akiko appeared from the bedroom wearing white silk thongs with matching bra and camisole. She was as sexy as any woman we had ever seen. Akiko turned on a little music and began to dance and gyrate through the room. Her hips swayed seductively her eyes glistened with hunger. Her inhibitions were all gone and she was ready to partake in the next phase of submission. She sashayed over to us where we sat on the couch and danced between us. I was already rock hard in the pants and after the events of the day I was ready to pounce but waited. Tom sat mouth agape and hands rubbing his cock through his jeans as she moved slow sensual. A Whore is Born Ch. 02 It was 11am when Katie received the package from the delivery boy. The General had called the previous day to warn her to expect a delivery. She was told that she was being sent an outfit and was to wear exactly what was delivered and be ready no later than 12pm when he would come by her house and collect her. She was also told that, under no circumstance, was she to mention any of this to her husband. Failure to comply with these instructions would lead to an immediate termination of their relationship and she would never see the General again. It had been some 10 days since that first brutal meeting when she had been double fucked by the General and Jack. Since that fateful day, she had not, until yesterday, heard from either of them. In the interim, Katie had decided that she would never see the General, Jack or anyone from The Platinum Club again. Despite knowing that she was a whore and how much she craved their big cocks, she wanted to try and save her marriage with her husband, Frank. Katie still thought that Frank had no idea about the double fucking that she had been forced to endure. As far as she was concerned, he had merely seen her strip and fuck herself with a dildo. Of course Frank had seen a lot more and had witnessed everything next door whilst sitting in the Platinum Club's video lounge. He knew full well how much of a whore his wife was. But, for the sake of their marriage, he had not mentioned this to Katie and instead had talked through what she thought he had witnessed. And when Frank explained the promotion and why he couldn't have done anything to stop things, she totally understood. As a result, she agreed not to return any of the Platinum Club's calls and to terminate all contact. Frank, for the sake of his job, would stay a member but would, as a matter of urgency, look for alternative employment upon which he could leave the club and be rid of the General and Jack. It all sounded so simple. The two of them would make every effort to patch up their marriage and in this regard, later that week she had made love to Frank. She desperately hoped that sex with him could be as good as it had been with Jack and the General. But she quickly realised that there could be no substitute for being gangbanged by a couple of big old cocks. She knew that made her a whore. And during their love making, she faked her orgasm numerous times. She had done so many times before, but this time it felt even more dishonest. But she so desperately wanted to save her relationship that she tried to put these thoughts to the back of her mind and work on her marriage. Of course the General calling changed all that. "Hello Katie, its General Jackson, remember me?" As soon as she heard his commanding voice, her pussy started to become wet. Of course she remembered him. Ever since she had left the film studio that fateful day she had not stopped thinking about him, his cock, the way he had forced her to suck it, the way he had spanked her bottom, the way he treated her with no respect and the way he took her without even asking her permission. And now this same evil man was calling her this morning when her husband was away at work. "G-General, hello. Y-yes of course I remember you. But, err, I don't think we should be speaking. I don't think I want to see you anymore or have anything more to do with you or your organisation. I-I hope that is ok..." Katie blabbered out, desperately trying to get rid of the General and to save what was left of her marriage. "Bitch, be quiet and listen carefully. A package will be arriving at your house, tomorrow morning, at 11am. Inside will be an outfit. You are to wear exactly what has been sent to you. Nothing more, nothing less. At 12pm, my driver and I will arrive and take you to a meeting at my country residence where you will be required to perform certain "services". You will not inform your husband of any of this. Failure to do exactly what I say will lead to a termination of our arrangement. As a fully fledged member of The Platinum Club, you will of course receive a fee for your services. Do I make myself clear?" "G-General, I can't. This is wrong, I am married..." "Bitch, I don't care if you are married. It didn't stop you acting like a whore for me the other day! "However, I not a man to force a woman into my service, so I will leave it entirely up to you. If you are not ready tomorrow, so be it, I will leave and you will never see or hear from me or anyone in the Club again. You can then continue with your sham of a marriage and never experience the type of perverse pleasure you so revelled in earlier. It is your choice. Goodbye." And with that, the phone went dead. Katie was shocked and a little relieved. The General was willing to leave her alone! He had left it with her to decide whether to follow his orders. If she was not ready when he arrived, he would leave her alone and that would be that. She could not believe it had all been so painless and could not wait to tell her husband the good news when he returned from work that evening. That night, when Frank came home, for some reason Katie did not mention the call with the General and that he had offered her a way out. She deemed it unnecessary. Why bother him with the details? She could tell him when it was done and dusted. Tomorrow morning she would just go out early, the General would arrive, she would not be there, and that would be that. Game over. And yet the next morning, for some reason, Katie found herself still at home at 10:45 am. Frank had left for work, as per usual, but she remained, nervously drinking a cup of tea, waiting for this mysterious package to arrive. No worries, when the courier arrived, she would not accept delivery, there would then be no outfit to wear, she would have disobeyed the General's orders and that would be that. Game over. And yet when the delivery man arrived, Katie found herself, with much excitement, signing for the package, and taking delivery of a small box. She said to herself that she was just curious to see what the General had sent her to wear. She would open the box, examine the items, throw them away and, when the General arrived, she would have disobeyed his order and that would be that. Game over. When she opened the box, inside she found what looked like a female army officer's uniform. But of course it was an army officer's uniform with a difference. She found a plain, brown skirt which did not look anyway near army regulation since it was way too short; a simple plain, white cotton shirt which, even for Katie's slender figure, looked far too tight; a regular plain brown army jacket which, pinned to it, was a badge indicating that this was an officer's uniform (not that she knew but she was dressing up as a captain); and finally there was a round brown hat worn by the British army officer corp. In addition to the uniform, unsurprisingly, the General had included underwear that he required her to wear. Although it could not possibly be regular army issue for there were a pair of brown stockings, white suspenders and a white g-string. Katie carefully looked for a bra. There was none. Her nipples got harder. Finally, there was a pair of ludicrously high, black patent ankle strap heels. The stiletto was at least 5 inches in height. The General wanted her to dress up as a sexy, slutty army officer. He had mentioned that she would be attending a meeting with him where, no doubt, there would be other army officers. Clearly he wanted to show off her young, tight body to these men so they could ogle over it and, no doubt, she would be asked to do other things, other nasty things with them. Her pussy got wet just at the prospect. Katie desperately tried to shake herself out of this stupor. She was not going to dress up like this for the General. She had just wanted to see what was in the box. There was no way she was going to put on what was, admittedly, a stunningly slutty outfit. She was just going to finish her cup of tea, throw out the outfit, and that would be that. Game well and truly over. Any yet at 11:55am, there stood Katie in front of her bedroom mirror, showered, hair and makeup done and wearing exactly what the General had ordered. As she had suspected, her skirt was way too short, for the army or otherwise. It barely covered her beautiful little arse, especially with the high heels she was being asked to wear. These had the effect of raising her bottom and skirt up even further and any time she took a step forward, she found that her skirt would flap up and reveal the tops of her brown stockings, white suspenders and the beautiful creamy innocent flesh above. Her shirt was naturally too tight and the material too transparent. Her big naked tits were bursting and, the fact that she was not wearing a bra, made her tits and nipples (which were of course erect) visible to everyone. By her own volition she had elected not to do up the top two buttons which allowed more of her delicious cleavage to be on display. The plain brown army jacket had two low buttons which meant that, when she put it on, all of her cleavage was still visible. The hat of a female officer was probably the only authentic item of army clothing and it was a nice touch since it did make her look like an army officer, albeit a horny, slutty one. With her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bob, and her lips red with lipstick, she looked as sexy as she did that day when she was forced to dress up as a schoolgirl. And as she admired how hot and slutty she looked, she heard a car pull up in her driveway. It was 12pm. She walked over to the mirror and looked down. A black Bentley had drawn up and it was reversing into the driveway. The General had arrived. Of course, she did not have to go down and drive off with him, she told herself. True, she had remained at home, taken delivery of the package and dressed as ordered. But she did not need to go outside and step into the General's car. If she remained inside, she would be safe, her marriage would survive and this depraved, sexual world that she had previously experienced (and so enjoyed) would be over. Forever. It was what she wanted. Wasn't it? For a couple of minutes she just stared out of the window looking down at the car. She waited to see if anyone would get out and knock on the front door for her. But nothing happened. The General was clearly waiting to see if she would go out and join him. He was truly leaving it up to her to decide her own fate and not applying any further pressure. She realised that he was being supremely arrogant, assuming that she would come down, assuming that she would dress up like this for him, assuming she would be his whore... How long would he give her before he left, she wondered? Another minute or so passed, and still nothing. Katie remained routed to the spot, staring down at the Bentley. The expensive carriage below symbolised a journey to an unknown destination; a destination which, in all probability, would end up with her performing her duties as a whore. Was this really her destiny, she wondered? She moved away from the window and again looked at herself in the mirror. There she saw a beautiful, horny, hot slut. But she also saw a wife who did so love her husband, and loved him deeply. She desperately wanted to now be faithful to him and she had, when she woke up this morning, every intention of being that faithful, loving wife. But now, looking down at the General's car, dressed as he had ordered, with her pussy soaking wet, her big fat nipples on her big tits erect and bursting through her thin white cotton blouse, she wondered whether that was really possible. Down below in the car, the General patiently waited. He was 100% certain that the bitch would come out and join him. The way she had responded to the fucking inflicted on her the other day indicated to him that such a whore would not refuse the opportunity to sample some more big dick. Especially when he knew how little her husband could offer her. And her husband, Frank, was in for some more humiliation, the General thought to himself. For sitting in the driver's seat of the limo was Katie's husband, Frank... Frank was shaking with fear, and not a little anger. How had he ended up here, outside his own house, waiting to collect his wife so she could be fucked by the General? To answer that question, you had to go back a few hours in the day.... Frank and Katie had agreed that he would continue to work for the Platinum Club until he got a new job and was free of the hold of Jack, his boss. Well, today, when he got into the office, Jack told him that there was a crisis at the Platinum Club and Frank's assistance was urgently required. The General needed him to be his driver for the day and to help out at a crucial meeting. He was downstairs waiting and Frank was to join him immediately. Frank, at the time, was actually not too disappointed by this. In effect, his boss was telling him to leave work early, go and drive the General's car in order for him to collect some tart who, no doubt, would then be ordered to perform some sort of degrading act for the General and other members. That was certainly better than staying in the office all day. Once he got to the car and met the General, who was dressed in full military uniform, he informed him that his trusted driver had been taken sick and they needed a member of the Platinum Club to help step in. Indeed, he was going to collect some bitch who was required to "help" him close an important deal he was negotiating for the government. Since the kind of "help" that was required was not the kind you could normally find from a government employee, the General just couldn't ask for a Ministry of Defence driver. Only someone from the Platinum Club could be trusted. Hence the call to Frank and, since he was the most junior member, it fell to him to perform this rather demeaning chore. It was as Frank had suspected and it did not initially bother him. That was of course until the General told him who they were going to collect. It was Katie, Frank's wife. Frank froze with fear on hearing this awful news. How could this be, he asked himself? Katie had promised him that she would remain faithful. That was part of the deal. And yet here she was agreeing to see the General again and be his whore. His heart sank in a wave of despondency. The General refused to allow him to stand there and dwell on things for too long. Time was precious and he was eager to get his hands on Frank's wife again and to humiliate him in the process. So he immediately ordered Frank to put on a Ministry of Defence uniform, which was in the front of the car, gave him Katie's home address, which of course he already knew, and ordered him to drive. In the same sleepwalk state that Frank had found himself in during the photo shoot, he dressed as ordered, climbed into the car and set off. At first he thought his wife would inevitably discover that he knew what was going on, since she would see him driving the car. But one of the first things he noted when he got inside was the blacked out dividing mirror which separated the driver and the passengers. The General explained, during the journey via the intercom, that this was especially designed so that the driver could look in at the back but the passengers could not see the driver. Gave an element of privacy to the passengers but still complied with new security measures. Once they arrived at Frank's house, he was ordered to reverse into the driveway rather than drive head on. The General told him that he wanted the bitch to enter into the car as quickly as possible without alerting any of the neighbours. It also meant that the bitch would not see Frank sitting in the driver's seat, which was far more important than maintaining Katie's dignity. So this is how Katie's husband found himself, with the General, waiting to see if his wife would enter the car with all the inevitable consequences that would follow. As they both waited, Frank desperately hoped that his wife would not emerge, that she would stay in their home and save their marriage. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and silently prayed that she would not appear... Of course, a few feet behind him, the General hoped, no expected, a different outcome. Who would be right? The General, of course. As he had confidently predicted, only after five minutes of waiting, the door to the car opened and in entered Katie, dressed exactly as she had been ordered to and nervously licking her lips at the prospect of what was to follow. "Do come in my dear and make yourself comfortable." The General said, as she sat herself down in the deep black leather seat next to him. And as she did, her micro mini skirt rose up her delicious thighs revealing, to the General's greedy eyes, all of her legs. As instructed, she was wearing brown stockings with white suspenders, which were now clearly on display to the General's hungry eyes. Katie made no attempt to cover herself up, indeed she crossed her legs exposing more of the lovely flesh above the tops of her stockings. The General licked his lips as he devoured her young body. "Driver, let's go!" he then barked to Frank. Frank, who had been previously been given directions to the General's country retreat, set off. Frank could not believe it, his bitch whore of a wife was betraying him. Again. And he was being forced to be party to this heinous act of. Of course, he could stop the car and confront Katie, but if he did that he would lose his job and no doubt his wife. And despite her betrayal, somehow he still wanted to keep her. He knew what this made him, but by driving his wife to her fate told its own story. As such, he looked back into his rear view mirror to see what the General was doing to his wife. The General had calmly placed his old big hand on to one of Katie's young, delicate legs and was slowly moving them up to the tops of her stockings where there was a nice expanse of naked flesh. The General took a minute or two to savour their beauty. She was his. And he could now do as he pleased. "So, you decided to come." "Yes, Sir," "What made you change your mind? You seemed so reluctant on the phone. Worried about your husband?" "Y-yes." "Why? Open your legs." He ordered and Katie obeyed without hesitation or question, immediately uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide open for the General. The General's hand immediately went to her inner thigh and started to stroke her. His hand was now just inches away from her wet pussy. "I love my husband, and I don't want to hurt him. This is wrong, b-but I couldn't help it..." "Why couldn't you help it Katie? Why, if you love your husband so much, are you here, alone with a man old enough to be your father, dressed in a way that he could not possibly approve of?" "Oh, General, please. P-please don't talk to me like this. I am here, isn't that what matters? Oh, General..." At that moment, his hand had moved over to the young wife's pussy and he had started to rub her clit through her thong. "Oh, General, Sir, oh that feels good..." "Then answer the question, bitch, or I will stop. Why are you here with me?" "B-because I want to feel your giant cock again, Sir. I want to be fucked again by men who know how to fuck me, Sir... Oh that feels good, I am so wet. I am so hot..." "And you can't get that from your husband, can you Katie?" The General had now managed to insert two fingers into Katie's dripping wet pussy and the bitch was beginning to pant like a dog in heat. "No, no General I can't. I can't." "And are you willing to betray the man you love for some big cock? Take your jacket off and open your shirt. I want to see your big married tits, you dirty whore." As ordered, she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it. She then unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and opened the folds to reveal two beautiful naked breasts. All the while, the General had kept his fingers up her throbbing cunt, fucking her gently. A Whore is Born Ch. 02 "Yes, Sir, I am willing to betray my husband to fuck you and any other cock you order me to. Oh, Sir, I need it so bad, I am a whore who craves big cock. Oh! Oh! Oh..." The General looked over at the panting whore. She looked so alluring, with her legs spread wide, her shirt open revealing her big tits, which shook deliciously as she panted in response to his delicious fucking. "Yes, you do need to be fucked. You do need to be treated like a whore. And there is no time like that the present for you to fulfil your destiny. So, I want you to kneel between my legs, take out my cock and suck it until I cum down your throat, you dirty bitch." The General, to Katie's regret since she was close to cumming, then removed his fingers from of the bitch's cunt, leant back, spread his legs and waited for his bitch to follow his orders. As he did, upfront, thanks to the General leaving the intercom on (deliberately of course), Frank had been able to listen in to every word as his wife made her terrible confession. Strangely, he felt nothing other than being turned on. Seeing his wife submit to the General so easily and quickly and how she had dressed for him (she would never wear an outfit like that for Frank) made his dick hard in anticipation. He now knew that he was a nothing more than a sad cuckhold and, as such, eagerly awaited the next stage in his bitch whore of a wife's degradation. Katie, meanwhile, effortlessly slid on to her knees and crawled over to kneel between the General's spread legs. The back of the limo was plush and big so there was plenty of room in which Katie could perform her whore like duties. The outlines of the General's massive cock were already visible through his army trousers. Wasting no time, she unzipped him and removed his enormous 11 inch erect cock. It sprang out with force and slapped her across the face. "First, I want you to lick and suck my balls, bitch." Katie immediately lowered her head and started to lick his enormous sack. As she did, she kept her hand on his big cock, gently rubbing it. At that point, the car had come to a stop at a red traffic light. The passengers did not have to worry if anyone outside could look in as all the windows were tinted black. Frank, however, took this opportunity to look back so as to get a better view of his wife performing fellatio on another man's balls. He could not see much because the General was facing him (he was grinning intently) but he got a good view of his wife's rear. Kneeling between the General's legs and licking his balls meant that Katie had to thrust her delicious arse out. Of course, wearing a micro mini was useless in protecting her arse and all of her beautiful young bottom cheeks, framed by suspenders and set off with a white g-string, was on display to her husband. Her breasts hung heavily down out of her open blouse, and they swayed back and forth as she serviced the General's giant balls. It made a beautiful spectacle to the watching cuckhold which, but for the traffic light changing from red to green, he could have happily enjoyed for a good while longer. As he drove off, he continued to watch his wife's unfaithful activities via the rear view mirror. "Now, lick my cock, you whore." Once more, Katie obeyed her Master. As she did, the General looked down and marvelled at how quickly he had been able to turn this young, religious, conservative wife into a cock sucking loving whore. He thought about how young she was, and how innocent she had been until she had met him. Indeed, at 21 years old, she was as old as his youngest daughter. Of course, the General thought to himself, his daughter was no a whore. [Of that he was sadly mistaken, as all will eventually be revealed in the forthcoming story, "The General's Daughter] Indeed, he had never been averse to fucking his daughter's friends, even when they were as young as 16. As he pondered how he loved the flesh of young women, Katie was happily applying sweet, girly kisses all over the General's big, ugly cock. It was so big that, when she rubbed it, her hand could not clasp it fully. She also noted her big, shiny, diamond engagement ring which contrasted sharply with the cock that she was holding. It reminded her of her marriage and loving husband. Oh poor Frank, she thought, she loved him so much, he was so sweet, so tender, but he could never treat her like a dirty whore. And she needed to be treated like a whore, like a bitch whose sole purpose in life was to make her body available for other, bad men. Thankfully he had no idea that his wife had become such a big cock loving whore... "My dear, do you like Daddy's cock?" It was the first time that the General had ever referred to himself as "Daddy", but thinking about the age difference and his own daughter, he thought it appropriate. In turn, Katie instantly liked the idea since she recognised the gulf in age between the two and the fact that such an old man could take advantage of someone so young, well it made it all the more wicked. Rubbing his cock and looking up at him, with those innocent, baby blue eyes, she replied, "Yes, Daddy, your little girl likes your big ugly cock. Do you want me to suck Daddy's cock? Do you want your little girl to suck Daddy's cock until you cum down her naughty mouth? Is that what you want, is that what you want your naughty girl to do?" The General was now panting with delight at how quickly the bitch was prepared to follow his lead. "Yes, my dear, suck Daddy's cock. And if you are a little good girl and suck it properly, there will be more treats for you..." And with that, Katie opened her mouth and immediately swallowed half of the General's great big cock. "Oh, yes, that's it bitch, suck Daddy's big cock. Suck it good. You know you want to. That's it, suck it all the way down, you dirty bitch." Katie immediately obeyed and lowered her mouth over the General's 11 inch monster so it completely entered her young mouth. The General then placed his hands on the back of her head to gently guide her up and down. Not that she needed much guidance, such a proficient cock sucking whore she had become. "Oh yes, look up at me, look up at Daddy when you suck his cock. That's it. Oh you poor thing, you are crying, I take it my big old ugly cock is causing his little girl to cry. Do you want to stop? Do you want to stop sucking your Daddy's big cock because it is making you cry?" It was true, the enormity of the beast that poor Katie was being forced to serve caused tears to swell up in her sweet innocent eyes and to fall down her lovely cheeks. Of course none of this meant that she wanted to stop trying to please her Master. So, taking the cock out of her mouth and looking up at the General, she replied, "No, Daddy, I don't want to stop serving your big cock. Please Daddy, please allow me to suck you off until you can take your pleasure in your little girl's mouth. Then I promise to swallow all of your naughty spunk. Please Daddy. Please..." And, to emphasise the point, she planted numerous girly kisses all over the enormous plumb of his dick. "Yes, dear, suck Daddy's cock until he cums. Oh yes, suck me hard, you dirty little fucking whore. That's it, take all of my cock, squeeze my balls... Yes! Yes! You are serving Daddy's cock well..." For the next few minutes all Katie did was to suck on the massive member and to gently massage the General's big old balls. The General meanwhile just leant back in his seat and allowed poor Katie to do all the work. It was her duty, after all. And she performed it well. Very well, in fact, for it did not take too long for the old man to reach his climax. "That's it bitch, suck my cock. Suck it all, you dirty whore. Daddy's going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow it all for me. Aren't you? Aren't you? Oh yes! Oh yes! Daddy's cumming. Daddy's cumming. Oh, Daddy's cumming, ahhhhhh..." And Katie, as ordered, swallowed every last drop of the General's copious spunk. Just a few feet away from Katie, her husband was having difficulty concentrating on the road, such was the excitement being generated behind him. In his rear view mirror he could see the effort his young wife was putting in to sucking the General's cock. Of course, she had never, despite his numerous requests, sucked his cock. She had been a cock sucking virgin until a week or so ago when she was forced to suck the General. Now she looked like she was becoming quite the expert. And as the General came down his wife's throat, Frank almost crashed into a car in front of him. He was shaking with excitement watching his wife perform as a whore and he was close to cumming himself. He hoped that, with the General having taken his pleasure in his wife, he would be given a little respite and be allowed to concentrate on the road. Meanwhile Katie continued to milk her Master's cock for a good minute or so after he came, ensuring that every last drop of his precious fluid entered her young mouth. Once all the spunk had been drained from his mighty sack, the General put an end to things. "That's fine my dear. Please, come and sit here and rest for a while. You have performed admirably for someone so young, and so inexperienced in the arts of pleasing a man." He was now playing the role of a "kind old uncle" rather than the domineering evil Master, which Katie was more familiar with. Katie got up and sat down next to the General. "Make yourself comfortable and take a little rest, it must be hard work sucking on such a big cock. It always amazes me how you girls manage to do it, keeping such a big cock down your throat for so long. It really is good stuff. "Now, we won't be getting to my country retreat for a little while yet so I suggest you make yourself comfortable. First, why don't you take your hat off, you must be quite hot in all that clothing..." The General was being a tad sarcastic since the bitch was hardly wearing anything at all. Nevertheless, Katie took off her hat and loosened the pin which held up her long blonde hair in a bob and let it fall down over her shoulders. "Good. Now, I think you should probably keep the rest of your clothing on... Yes, still keep your shirt open for me so I can see and have access to your big married tits. My, they are lovely, aren't they. What size are they? "34-DD". Katie whispered. "Yes, so big, especially for such someone so slender. I must say, you do have the body of a porn queen, and other attributes to match. Tell me, do you enjoy sucking my cock?" "Yes, Sir, I do." She replied without hesitation. "Don't call me "Sir" when we are in private. When we are alone, always address me as "Daddy"; but when we are with others, always address me as "Sir". Do I make myself clear?" The General's dark fantasies were being revealed to Katie. His penchant for young girls and being their "father figure" were all too apparent, but for Katie, also all too appealing! "Yes, Daddy. I understand". "Excellent. Now, be a good little girl and fix your Daddy a drink. I need a little break before we proceed any further. Get me a whisky, ice, no water." Katie was now being asked to be his waitress as well as his whore. For any normal, self respecting housewife, this humiliating treatment would be all too much. But Katie just obeyed and crawled over to the other side of the passenger seat where there was a mini bar, TV, phone and all the other luxuries that one would expect to find in an expensive limo. As she started to fix her Master's drink, the General just sat back and watched as his bitch performed for him. She had to kneel like a dog and that allowed him to get a perfect view of her delicious young arse, framed by the deceptively innocent white suspenders and g-string. His mind then wondered to what Frank made of this all. He was sure he would have being playing close attention to his wife as she blew him off. What must he make of her now? She had never sucked his cock, yet she was quite prepared to go down on another man. It must have been humiliating beyond anything the General had experienced. The General knew that the two of them had tried to patch up their marriage, but despite Katie trying to be a good wife, clearly her love for Frank was no match for the General's cock and the way he treated her. Treat then rough, keep them keen. Never was a truer word spoken, the General thought, smiling triumphantly to himself. He himself was married into the aristocracy where his wife knew her place and duties -- she was to provide him with children and to be the perfect hostess. Whilst never explicitly discussing it with her, he took it as red that a man of his position was entitled to gratify his perverse needs outside his marriage. And that his wife had to accept that. (Not that she had any real choice). Of course Frank did have a choice, of sorts. The General was curious to know to what extent a man would be prepared to watch his wife becoming a whore. Admittedly, had he intervened, his career at his bank would be over. But the General was of the opinion that a real man would have intervened. Judging by Frank's display today and previously, the General knew that he could do whatever he wanted with his wife with no consequence. As the General mulled over this happy turn of events, Katie returned with his drink. She sat down and handed it to him. The General took it without offering a word of thanks or even a hint of gratitude. As he drank away, he picked up the phone, dialled a number, and proceeded to make a business call, all the while refusing to now even recognise Katie's presence. Katie in turn looked on lovingly at her cruel, ruthless Master, who was happily drinking whiskey and discussing business. As he drank away, it only reminded her of how thirsty she was, especially after blowing him off and drinking his salty cum. Yet she had not dared to make herself a drink as the General had never given her permission to do so. Her needs were completely irrelevant and this cold, brutal treatment of her only made her want to please him even more. With this in mind, Katie decided to expose all of her stocking clad legs to her Master. Shifting in her chair, she hitched her skirt so far up that it came to rest around her waist, not only did this reveal all her legs, it meant that her naked bottom was in direct contact with the leather sweat. She then spread the folds of open shirt even wider so that all of her big tits were on display. She then crossed her legs, placed her hands demurely on her lap and sat back, waiting for the General's next command, happy in the knowledge that she had done all she could to show off her young body to this old beast. The General, noticing what Katie was doing, looked over and finally acknowledged her. He smiled at what he saw. Katie was looking at him, with that desperate needy look of a whore in heat. She was displaying her body in a desperate bid for attention. He saw that her tits would wobble up and down in response to the movements of the car. She was some whore. Not to disappoint her, the General placed one of his hands on her legs and gently stroked her flesh as he carried on with his call. The bitch would get his full attention shortly, but business was business. Thirty or so minutes passed and the General was still on the phone and was still happily stroking her leg. Every now again her had fondled her shaking tits but he was happy, for now, just to stroke her legs. The car had moved off the motorway and they were now driving down a narrow country lane. They were clearly not too far from the General's country retreat. Finally, he finished his call and took one last gulp of whisky. Putting his glass down, he once more turned his head and looked over at Katie. He was now ready to continue sampling the delights on offer. Smiling at her, he eyed her up and down in an approving manner. He was ready to give her his full, undivided attention. "Tell me, my dear, why do you enjoy sucking my cock so much?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. The General had decided to engage in a spot of verbal humiliation, he always liked his bitch's to openly admit to being a whore. Some of them found it more difficult than the actual act in question. It added to the intensity of the occasion and made them even more submissive and compliant. By speaking out loud to what they are and what they were doing, it invariably drove them on to further acts of depravity. Of course, in this instance, it had the added benefit of humiliating her husband who was listening in via the intercom. In response, Katie just looked at him nervously. She did not want to answer the question. Like those other women, admitting out loud that she was a whore was proving to be difficult. Seeing that Katie was finding his interrogation tough, the General slyly moved closer to her, putting one arm over her shoulder in a deceptively comforting manner, and using his other hand to fondle her big married tits. She looked at him in the hope of some respite. Part of her was thankful for the attention on her horny body, the other part of her wanted him to cease humiliating her further by forcing her to confess to being an unfaithful cock sucking loving whore. The General however said nothing, fully confident that the bitch would answer. And of course he was correct. Katie knew she had to obey by answering him truthfully and honestly. Licking her full red lips and, with her big baby blue eyes looking directly into his, she whispered, "Oh Daddy, I like sucking your cock because it is naughty, and I know it pleases you so much." On hearing this, the General laughed. She may have found it difficult, but at least she was being honest. "Yes, it is very naughty, isn't it? Do you suck your husband's cock like you suck mine?" "No, Daddy, I have never sucked my husband's cock before. The only cock I have ever sucked is yours." Katie replied, licking her lips and looking ever so innocent, all of which did not fail to go unnoticed by the General. "Why do you suck your Daddy's cock and not your husband's?" The General was now starring into the young wife's eyes with a scary intensity. He was just an inch or so away and poor Katie was panting with excitement at this aggressive, lewd interrogation. "Daddy, I suck your cock because you order me to. I suck your cock because you treat me like a whore and dominate me in a way that my husband can't. I suck your cock because it is so big and so powerful... I don't suck my husband because he has never forced me to... Oh Daddy, you treat me like such a bitch, I can't get enough. Daddy, is there anything else I can do for you? Is there anything else I can do to please your great big cock? Oh Daddy..." Katie was delirious with desire and was panting like a dog in heat. The General's rough mauling of her breasts had only furthered that forbidden desire, as did the gentle nuzzling of her neck as the General, for the first time ever, started to kiss her. He was surprisingly gentle and tender, which contrasted sharply with the rest of his behaviour. In response, and without any prompting from her Master, Katie's hand reached out over towards his groin and she once more took out his cock from his army pants. It was still relatively flaccid but nonetheless still quite big and Katie's dainty little hand started to gently rub it in order for it to once more regain its strength and power. The General moved from kissing her neck and started to kiss her cheek, slowly moving towards her mouth. As he got closer, he found her mouth open, she was panting loudly. Katie was desperately hoping that he would kiss her properly and display, for the first time, some proper show of love and tenderness. Sadly for Katie, the General did not kiss her and instead, his mouth remained a couple of centimetres away from hers, tantalisingly close but not close enough. The General, of course, never had any intention of kissing her. That would have displayed a level of care and love that was inappropriate in current circumstances. She was there to solely serve his base pleasure, not for love and care. For that, he went home to his wife and dog. Not to his whore. A Whore is Born Ch. 02 So, remaining just a few centimetres from her panting mouth, with measured assuredness but still speaking in a gentle, soft tone, the General said. "There is something I want you to do for me." He then paused for effect. Katie was still breathing heavily. Naively she thought he was about to ask her to kiss him. She briefly imagined how passionately she would kiss him, and how she would tenderly stroke his face when she did, just like she would with Frank. "Yes, anything Daddy, anything..." She replied, looking lovingly into his cold eyes, desperate for some flicker of emotion. Of course, none would be forthcoming. "I want you to continue to rub your Daddy's cock until it gets hard and then I am going to fuck you. And do you know where I am going to fuck you? I am going to fuck you in your arse, you dirty little bitch..." Poor Katie let out a loud gasp in shock and horror. This horrific, crude request was, for Katie, totally unexpected and brought the poor girl right back down to earth. She realised then, in that second, that she would always be his whore, his piece of meat, to do with as he pleased and any ideas of being anything else was just a flight of girlie fancy. She then had to make a split decision. Should she concede her bottom to her Master, or refuse? She knew that a "no" from one his whores would be unacceptable. And to remain in his circle of depravity, a "yes", to whatever he ordered, was a strict necessity. And Katie still so desperately wanted to remain in the circle of depravity. For that to happen, she knew she would have to sacrifice her bottom. At the same time as the General made his request, the car made a sharp swerve as Frank also reacted to this unexpected turn of events. Frank knew that Katie was still a virgin in her tight little bottom and that she wanted it to remain that way. He had, of course, asked her numerous times if he could fuck her there but she had always vigorously turned him down. But of course things were slightly different with the General... Meanwhile the General had moved his face away from Katie's and leant back into his seat, picked up the phone and started to dial away. The man was so confident, so Machiavellian, that he did not even bother to wait for a response. His wish was his command and he fully expected the poor girl to yield her tight, young virgin bottom to his big, old, ugly cock. Katie's hand meanwhile remained where it was, nervously rubbing the General's member in preparation for her bottom. She found that she could not remove it from this beast, despite every sensible bone in her body telling her not to allow this animal to enter her tight, virgin arse. But that sensible part of her died a week ago in the General's studio. Her pussy had now taken over. That is why she was here in the car, rather than at home making her husband's dinner. As such, her hand continued to gently move up and down as she helped this evil man get ready to fuck her arse. Copious amounts of the General's pre-cum began to be spurt out and cover her little hand, which in turn caused a squelching noise. A few weeks ago, performing this act would have been unthinkable. Yet here she was, semi naked, in the back of a car with a man she barely knew, a man old enough to be her father and with whom she was happy enough to refer to as "Daddy", rubbing his cock in order for him to be able to bugger her. It was madness! The General had started to talk on the phone and it had become clear very quickly that this conversation would not be about mundane military matters. "Yes, I am on my way, we should be there shortly. Yes, yes, she is with me. What? Yes, she is good. Very good in fact." He smiled as he looked over at the terrified bitch. He could see the fear in her eyes and this only made his dick harder. Clearly being buggered was something that she had not envisaged. "What has she done? Well, so far she has sucked my cock and she did that very well. Her pussy? No, but I am about to break her arse in, I think that should be more useful preparation bearing in mind what is likely to follow today." And as her "Daddy" spoke about her as if she was some horse that was being prepared for a show event, she felt that he was taking even more control over her young person. The fact that he felt able to demean her in such a cruel and horrible way, to a man on the phone that she did not even know, said to her that this man knew no bounds when it came to cruelty. And she was willing to take it. Perversely, for the poor bitch, this also happened to be a real turn on... "Yes, she is rubbing my cock in readiness for some arse fucking. Yes, I am sure the Ambassador and his friends will appreciate her. They are still coming? Good. Good. She will be a useful asset in the negotiations. A useful asset indeed... Just hold the line for a second... "Katie, my dear, why don't you be a good little girl and come and kneel between my legs... Yes, just as you did when you sucked my cock... Good... Good... Now, this time I want you take your big married tits and wrap them around my cock... That's it, you are going to tit fuck me... Rub your tits up and down my big cock... Excellent, you are a natural. Have you done this before? No, oh my, a tit fucking virgin. Beautiful. Beautiful..." As Katie tit fucked her Master, she noted the contrast between her beautiful, tender young tits and his big, ugly old cock. "Yes, yes, don't worry. The bitch will do exactly what I tell her to do. Are Claire and Alice there yet? Good. Make sure they dress up as ordered... Yes, stockings, suspenders and no bra. And give Claire a good spanking, she always loves it..." Katie heard the name of the other girls and wondered who they were and what the General plans were? She was not allowed to dwell on it too long since the General had taken hold of her head and was guiding her mouth towards his cock. "Suck my cock, bitch, make it nice and wet. Remember, this will be going up your tight arse in a few minutes so you want it as slippery as possible. Yes. Yes, that's it, suck it hard you dirty whore... "God, this bitch is good. To think she was just a normal housewife a few weeks ago and just look at her now; on her knees, in the back of my car, sucking my cock in order for me to bugger her senseless. Remarkable... What's that? Yes, I will make sure the bitch screams! Ha! Ha! Anyway, we are almost there so I need to take her now. Will speak to you shortly..." The General hung up and looked down at Katie who was frantically bobbing her head up and down, clearly she too saw the benefit of lubricating his cock as much as possible. "Driver, there is a farm lane just up on the right, slow down and pull in... Yes, just in here. Pull in... Just park the car up against this hedge... I am just going to fuck this bitch and then we can be on our way..." Frank slowed the car down and pulled up so that he was parked up against a huge hedge. The car was now no longer visible from the road. And even if a farmer or walker came up to it, whilst they could see the driver, they would be unable to see anything that was going on in the back due to the blacked out windows. As he turned off the ignition, he looked behind through the dividing glass to finally properly see what was going on. And still there was no urge on his part to intervene. In fact, Frank removed his erect 5 inch pecker and gently started to rub it. The sight of his poor wife, kneeling subserviently on her knees, sucking another man's cock in order to help him anally fuck her, well, it was all a little too much for the poor chap. Meanwhile, in the back of the car, the General grabbed Katie's head, by pulling on her blonde hair, and yanked her head off his cock. With the car now stationary, it was time. "My dear, Daddy's now going to fuck you in your arse. So, be a good girl, turnaround, get on all fours, arch your back a little so that I can see your delightful little anal hole and get ready to be buggered." Katie looked up at the General in utter fear at what he was asking her to do. For a couple of seconds she did not move. She reviewed her options, obey and get arse fucked. Disobey, here, where there was no where to run? He could still take her regardless. So, in almost a trance like state, as ordered, she slowly turned around, shuffled on her knees a couple of feet forward, lowered herself down so she was on all fours, dipped her back and thrust her bottom out until she felt a rush of cold air on her anal opening. As she slowly and innocently presented her young, married bottom to the General for him to fuck it, she thought to herself that this was more than any straight forward fucking. This was much more. For Katie, this was rape. She had not asked to be buggered. She did not want to be buggered. She was being forced, against her will, to be buggered. The fact that she had got on to all fours and presented her bottom to her Master was, for her, irrelevant. What else could she do? Alone in a car, in an isolated back country lane with the General and his driver, there was no escape. She had no choice but to comply. Had she refused, the General could have no doubt taken her bottom regardless. So, technically, she was right, this was rape. anal rape, the worst possible kind. As Katie waited to be raped, her head was now just inches away from the dividing screen between the passenger side and the driver's. Since it was just a mirror on her side, and she could not see through, she assumed that the same applied for the driver and this would afford her a level of privacy. She would have been horrified to learn that, not only could the driver actually see everything that was going on, but, more importantly, the driver was her husband whose face was now just inches away from his unsuspecting whore of a wife. Frank pressed his face up against the glass to feel closer to his wife. Still she could not see him, all she saw was the reflection of a horny bitch, licking her lips and panting like a dog in anticipation of having her bottom brutally raped. And Frank had no intention of intervening. He wanted his wife to be anally fucked. He wanted her to be taken as roughly as possible. For him it was a win-win scenario, she got to feel pain, which Frank felt that she deserved, and he got to feel pleasure, watching his wife in pain by taking a huge cock up her arse. It was quite something for a husband to feel this way about his wife. How did it ever come to this? As Frank mulled over this question, the General made his move and of course her "rapist" had no compassionate feelings towards his victim. She was there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He did not bother to worry himself with the ethics of all this. Her consent was of no relevance to him, all that he had to concern himself with were with the considerable needs of his mighty cock. And at this moment, hic cock required her bottom, notwithstanding her clear reluctance to offer it to him. If that made him a rapist, so be it. He had raped before, and would no doubt rape again. A bitch's sole purpose in his life was to satisfy his needs. Anything else, they could get from their loved ones. As such, the General calmly lowered himself off his seat so that he was kneeling behind his poor victim's bottom. He looked down at it and marvelled at its flawless perfection. It had an innocent charm to it, the way it was framed by frilly white suspenders. Its innocence and virgin status, and the fact that she was being forced to offer it to him, just made him appreciate it even more. He placed his hand on one of the cheeks and tenderly stroked it. It felt so smooth and girly. He then noted the g-string that still lay snugly within the valley of her bottom cheeks. It was easy to miss, it was so tiny. And whilst its purpose was purely for his pleasure (no woman ever wore them for comfort), he now felt that it was no longer required, indeed he made a mental note to himself that in future, when in his presence, she would not be permitted to wear any underwear of any description, other than stockings and suspenders. A bitch should always wear these items to please her Master, but her pussy, arse and tits should always be readily available to him. So, grabbing hold of her g-string with both hands, he violently ripped it off causing poor Katie to scream out loud. He then dropped it on to the floor. For Katie it represented a white flag of surrender as her conqueror looked to take her bottom. The General then took hold of his big cock and started to slap her cheeks with it. "My dear, do you want me to fuck you in the arse? Do you want me to bugger your poor little bottom?" Katie turned her head to look at the General. The look of fear was radiating out from her. Naïvely though, she still thought that there was a chance that he could spare her bottom and, as such, she wanted to make a plea to him for clemency. "No, Daddy, p-please, don't fuck me in my bottom. P-please, take my pussy instead. Your cock is too big. I don't think my little bottom can take it. It will hurt me so much, p-please, Daddy, please take my pussy instead..." "And Katie, would it make you happy if I took you pussy instead of your bottom?" "Oh yes, Daddy! Oh yes!" Katie screamed back. The General was of course playing with the poor young girl. He wanted her to plea for mercy. He wanted her to beg for him to stop. But he had no intention of stopping or of doing anything other than fucking her bottom. Her pleas only added to his dark pleasure. Indeed, the more she pleaded, and the more he let on that there was a chance of escape, the greater her sense of disappointment would be when the General finally entered her arse. And of course, the greater his sense of delight for the General that he had been so cruel with her. He said nothing in response to her pleas and just carried on stroking her arse, looking down at its beauty. It would not be long before he would be taking it, he thought, but he could wait for a little while more. Katie foolishly thought that she was making progress with the General and he could spare her bottom after all. So, sweetly and innocently, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes, which now had tears swelling up in them, she pressed on with her girly, naïve pleas, not realising how much they actually added to her attacker's dark pleasure. "Daddy it would please me greatly if you fucked my tight little married pussy! I know your cock is so big and it will hurt my pussy, but you have not fucked me there yet. You can take me there! And when Jack did, I did so enjoy being fucked by a real man... You see, I have never had a big cock in my pussy before Jack. Frank was the only one I had... Oh Daddy, please. Please...." The General just gave her a sweet smile, it was almost one of kindness. Poor Katie, not yet fully understanding how the Generals mind operated, carried on. "And Daddy, I think my little pussy is still very tight. My husband has never been able to fuck me properly there, but I know you can. I know you can treat your little girl like the whore she so desperately wants to be. Oh Daddy, fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard..." The General stopped smiling and started to lightly spank her bottom cheeks. He wanted them red for what was about to follow. "You really do want me to save your arse, don't you bitch?" Spank! Spank! Spank! A tear trickled down poor Katie's cheek. "Yes, Daddy, I do. Please don't fuck me there, I don't want it. Anything but that, please..." She replied, in all sincerity. Spank! Spank! Spank! "Are you saying that if I anally fuck you, it will be against your will?" Spank! Spank! Spank! More tears, more sense of desperation,. "Yes, Daddy, oh yes Daddy, it will be against my will. P-please Daddy, don't do it. Spare me..." Spank! Spank! Spank! "Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?" Spank! Spank! Spank! Katie had now turned her head back towards the front of the car and was starring at her reflection and that of the huge, towering presence of the General who, kneeling behind her, had a stern look of evil determination as he continued to spank her bottom. Each firm, crisp spank alternated between each beautiful, young, innocent cheek. She realised that her chances of surviving were rapidly diminishing. The look in his face as he spanked her was of a man determined to take whatever he wanted to. But whilst she contemplated her fate, she found that the spanking, just as it had done in the film studio a week or so ago, was making her pussy soaking wet. This, despite the genuine fear she had of been anally raped. It was a strange contrast in feelings and one that she found difficult to explain. Was rape a turn on for her, she wondered? "Are you then saying that if I were to bugger you, I will be raping you?" The General asked again, but this time louder and sounding annoyed that she had not responded immediately. His spanks also became that bit harder. Still no answer as she pondered his question. Was this actually rape? Technically it was, if she refused entry. And she was refusing. Clearly she did not want her bottom fucked and the fact that the General was so obviously teasing her by asking her about being raped, meant that he liked the idea of raping her. This would fit in with the nature of the man. His penchant for very young girls and domination could easily progress into a fantasy of rape. Especially anal rape. And had his attitude triggered in her an unexpected, dark fantasy? She actually had never previously fantasised about being raped. But alone, in a secluded country lane, where no one could help her, with a man as powerful, domineering and cruel as the General, on all fours, semi naked and having her bottom spanked, perhaps that was changing all that? After all, her pussy was now dripping wet. True, that was partly in response to the spanking, but she also felt that the prospect of being taken against her will could well have been a major contributing factor to her horny state. She also realised that in order to please the General (and deep down that is all that mattered to her) she needed to respond truthfully to his cruel interrogation, which meant, whilst admitting that she did not want the General to anally fuck her, she could not however let on that she was turned on at the prospect of being taken against her will. After all, no rapist wanted his victim to consent. Spank! Spank! Spank! "Answer the question bitch!" The General growled. Spank! Spank! Spank! So, Katie answered the General honesty, and in a manner that would appeal to him. "Yes, Daddy, it would mean that you are raping me. I don't want you to fuck my tight little married bottom, so please, Daddy, don't rape your little girl. Don't rape her poor little bottom. I don't want to be raped. I want to be a good little girl. I want to be your good little girl but please don't rape my bottom..." Katie could now hear the General pant in excitement. His spanking was getting harder and harder in response to her desperate pleas. Clearly Katie was correct and the General was turned on by the prospect of raping this young, innocent girl. And as the spanking continued unabated, Katie wondered how many girls he had raped before, just like this, in his car, in a dark, secluded country lane, or in a secluded part of town, where no one could hear the screams? She also wondered what the driver made of it all and if he ever partook in these activities, thus making it a gangrape? She groaned at the prospect... In fact, the General's usual driver was sometimes offered a piece of whoever the General happened to be fucking -- a bonus for years of loyal service. But not today. Not when the piece of meat in question was the wife of the driver! Frank was actually frantically rubbing his cock, utterly turned on at seeing his wife being readied for the inevitable anal assault. He had fantasised about raping her anally. Many times. He just never had the balls to pull it off. Unlike the General, who he was fast beginning to admire. A Whore is Born Ch. 02 She turned around her back to us now and slowly began to shake her Japanese ass. Her body was curved and smooth, her ass soft, tight and inviting. She danced on wiggling her ass bending over and sliding her thong to the side revealing a luscious moist pussy. She placed her hands on her ass spreading her cheeks apart and we simultaneously reached up and grabbed a handful of ass and she moaned in excitement. We kneaded her butt cheeks and rubbed her twitching clit eliciting soft purring sounds from our asian sex kitten. Akiko then went to a corner of the room and dragged a chair to the front of the couch. She then turned her back to me and gradually lowered herself down onto my lap and began grinding. She then took Tom by the hand and guided him to the chair directly in front of her. The heat coming from her body was only inciting my own desire. She grinding her ass in my lap making my cock scream for freedom. Meanwhile she was unbuckling Toms pants and letting loose his nine-inch pole. As she continued to grind on me she stroke his cock looking dreamily between his eyes and his rigid dick. I couldn't take any more and gently lifted her up to freeing myself at last. As she bent over I rubbed my cock between her butt cheeks up and down and over her dripping pussy. "Do you like my ass lover?" "More than you know Akiko. More than you know." "Would your friend like me to suck that big black cock of his?" "I'm sure he would. Why don't you ask him to be sure?" "So Tom do you want to put that big thing in my little mouth? "Oh hell yes. Suck that cock real good for me." Akiko lowered her head and engulfed his dick and he let out a loud sigh of relief to finally feel her hot mouth taking him inside. I knew I couldn't wait any longer and after so much foreplay throughout the day the time had come to lay some wood. I rubbed up and down her ass one more time and pushed myself up and in. Akiko threw her head up and closed her eyes as she too finally got what she craved. This is what she wanted, to feel a black cock stretching her pussy taking control. I grabbed her hips and began to lift her up and down on my cock as she inhaled Toms hard one. She was extremely tight and soaking and felt like heaven. Watching her tight ass go up and down only turned me on more. I started to gain speed and power losing myself in her body. Up and down her hips went along with her head. I loved the feeling of banging my almond-eyed slut. "This is hat you wanted right, you like feeling that thick black dick don't you?" She couldn't answer me because Tom had both hands securely wrapped around head forcing her mouth further and further down on him. He was determined to get all of his cock into her small mouth. She mumbled and moaned over his thick meat. Tom was using her head and mouth forcefully fully enjoying the position of power that we were in. "C'mon honey get it all. I already heard that you're a cocksucking pro. Show us what you got slut. Show me what you can do with a big dick in your mouth. Suck that shit good." Akiko was spurred on by his words. It was a part of her sexual makeup she loved to be talked to dirty and forced to do such things. This is the treatment that she lived for and it would only work for black men. Her forbidden fruit was in total control of her body at all times. Her head bobbed up and down at a quicker pace trying to satisfy her master of the moment. She was slobbering all over his cock and balls trying to bring him off the way that he desired. She wanted him to use her mouth anyway he saw fit. Watching her silky hair balled up in his fists as he forced her head up and down fueled my fire once more and I picked up my pace considerably and began to deep drill her pussy. I tightened my grip on her hips and started to slam all nine inches in on every stroke. Over and over her ass bounced violently in my lap as I fucked her hard and deep making her wail. Her cries of passion over Toms swollen cock only pushed me further and further into her pussy relentlessly. Tom pulled out of her mouth and she screamed out loud letting loose a cry of passion that had been stifled until now. I pounded her a few more times and then lifted her up and turned her around and put her on my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. As I carried her petite 110 lb.frame I squeezed and slapped her slutty ass along the way. When we reached the bedroom I dropped her down on the side of the bed and climbed on. "Come fuck me daddy. I need it bad. Fuck me hard and deep. I can't wait." I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back as far as they would go up into her chest. I slammed my cock all the way in to the hilt. Then I used long hard strokes bottoming out on each. Tom stood at the edge of the bed and Akiko reached up and began to stroke him furiously. I power fucked my asian whore over and over watching her small body shake and convulse from the force of my strokes. Her mouth hung open in a wordless state, as she was lost in passion. "Look at this slut Jay. The harder you fuck her the more she likes it." "Just what a good whore is supposed to do my man. Come get some of this tight pussy." I pulled out and switched positions with Tom and he picked up where I left off. "Goddamn this pussy is tight. I'm gonna fuck you real proper bitch." Tom was a blur of activity as he let loose with an animal like lust. He held her legs tightly as he beat her helpless pussy repeatedly. On every downstroke their skin crashed together lewdly. Slap!! "Take that dick bitch" "Fuck me harder" Slap!! "You like getting fucked hard don't you" "Y..y...y.yyesssss" Slap..Slap..Slap...Slap "That's what a slut like you needs. A good black cock fucking. All you pretty little jap bitches need black cock." Tom loved the power we had over Akiko and she loved giving us the power. She was helpless against her desire. This was everything that she wanted and more. This is exactly what she wanted to be and the reason she traveled so far. I steeped up to her head as it hung over the bed and slid my dick in her mouth pushing myself down making my way for her throat. We were all in a sexual frenzy as Tom worked his pole in and out and I was desperately trying to get my cock as far into her mouth as humanly possible. I could feel that familiar tingle in my loins as I neared orgasm and watching Tom absolutely pummel her pussy pushed me over the edge as I erupted directly into her belly. As I shot my load I pulled out of her mouth slowly splashing her tonsils tongue and finally coating her lips with sticky cum. Seeing her glazed lips in turn pushed Tom over the edge as he pulled out and fired ropes of semen across her bare breasts and neck. Her body was still convulsing from orgasm, as she lay there fulfilled and exhausted. "Look at that Jay. That's what I'm talking about. Looks like a happy hooker to me." "It's just the beginning dawg. Just the beginning." Tom gathered up his clothes and readied himself to leave. "Say goodbye to Tom, Akiko." Akiko sat up on the bed and waved Tom over. When Tom stood in front of her she unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and kissed it from head to balls slow and sexy and simply said, "I hope to see you soon." True whore right to the end. I had other business to attend to so I told Akiko exactly what was expected of her from this point on starting with the next day. Each morning for the duration of her stay I explained I would be the first person that she sees. When she rises from sleep in the morning I will be there waiting for her to give her the first cock of the day. I will wake her from slumber and she will willingly and eagerly take me into her mouth. I have opened the door and paved the way for her sexual evolution and complete submission and I want to receive the gratitude that such a deed requires. She was instructed to suck me like no other and prepare herself for the day by pleasing me. For now have a good night? Day 2 When I arrived in the morning I did so with a plan. After I had used her pretty mouth once more I gave her explicit instructions to be followed to the letter. I wanted her to dress in another seductive lingerie ensemble. I fetched another chair from the living room and placed it in front of the mirror facing the bed in the bedroom. I placed the DVD player on the dresser and loaded it with the appropriate material. I told her to be in that chair in 1 hour when I returned. Everything was working smoothly up until now. She never knew my plans never knew what to expect next. I was definitely getting into the role of making things happen. I had to come up with six days of a virtual sexual carnival and it was going to be great. Timing is everything and this next move was all about timing. Yesterday Akiko met four of my boys but only one of them actually got anything more than a little head. That was part of the plan. For Marco Justice and Shawn it was like they were teased. Now when they get their chance at this little whore they're going to really let her have it. And that's exactly what she wants. She wants to be the object of their sexual delirium. That's why she's here, to be used by hungry brothers each and every day for seven days. My end of the arrangement is simple. I love asian women and I get to bang one anyway I want to for a week. Life really is about give and take after all. I picked up Marco, Justice and Shawn and brought them all back to the hotel. All they could talk about was Akiko. I knew things were going just the way I had planned. "Wow that chick was hot man. Where'd you find her?" Shawn asked "I told you about the internet before. Maybe you'll listen now." "I need some more of that Japanese head man," Marco said. "I want that Japanese pussy and head. I wanna see if my dick even fits in her. Nothing better than a small chick fucking a big dick." That was Justices' favorite line. The raunchy talk continued on the ride up to the suite. The sexual temperature was rising fast and I loved it. When we got to the room I told the guys to walk straight to the bedroom and see what's going on. I glanced at my watch and realized that I was right on time. Shawn was first through the door. "Oh shit. That's what I'm talking about. Let me help you out with that." "See I told you she was the one. I'm gonna put it on her," Marco excitedly proclaimed. Akiko had done exactly what she was told. We found her bent over in the chair one hand fondling her breasts and the other rubbing her tight pussy while she watched a gorgeous asian woman on screen being pounded by two large black guys. She almost didn't even notice come in she was so fixated on the screen. Shawn was moving faster than anyone in the room and stepped right to Akiko's face while unzipping his pants. Akiko awoke from her daze and frantically tried to assist Shawn with his pants. Her eyes were wild and crazy as were Shawn's'. "C'mon baby let me see that big dick. I want to suck it. C'mon I need a black cock in my mouth." "Here it is suck it. I heard about you slut. Show me what all the fuss is about." Akiko attacked his dick with her mouth engulf him wildly slobbering over his throbbing tool. Marco meanwhile had slid up behind her and was preparing to enter. He pushed her down further and raised her ass nice and high and pushed himself inside. Justice stood to the side and placed his monster cock in her hand and covered her hand with his and stroked up and down. I was taking in the action as I undressed. Shawn was obviously the happiest guy in he room as he held his head back eyes rolled to the back of his head and just moaned as she sucked his cock like her very life depended on it and in a strange way it did. Akiko wouldn't be living if she didn't have a black cock inside of her. She needed it and right now it needed her. Shawn had one hand on her head pushing her down and he used his other hand to every so often take his tool out and bounce it off of her lips and tongue. Marco was behind her slowly working his dick in and out. He was savoring the feeling of her silky smooth tunnel. He rested his hands on her ass holding on for leverage literally grabbing her ass and pulling his her body onto his cock. I stepped up and she reached out to jerk my bloated member. Akiko began to cum and we all just helped her out as much as we could. "Feels good don't it slut?" "Look at the happy ho'." Marco heightened his pace and began to jackhammer her as her orgasm rocked her body. Watching her being taken hold by the climax, caused Marco to lose his seed and he pulled out and shot across her back. I immediately took his place and began to bang away. My goal right now was simple. I wanted to show everyone in the room exactly how to fuck this nasty little whore. I wanted to make it crystal clear that she was nothing more than a pretty fucktoy for us to use anyway we wanted. That's exactly what she wanted. The harder you fuck her the more cock you put in her mouth the more cum you shoot on her and in her the more she loves it. Showtime! When I stepped up behind her the first thing I did was smack her ass with both hands. She was startled and momentarily stopped sucking Shawn and let out a yelp. When her head popped up I reached over and shoved it back down on his cock. "Nobody said you can stop sucking his dick slut. Get back to work." Then I slammed into her holding her hips tight. She was definitely turned on by my actions and threw her ass back at me when she felt me penetrate. I was enjoying the view and I wanted her to feel my passion. I put my six foot three 220lb frame behind every stroke. I wanted her to feel the power I had and wanted her to feel the way she yearned. I was working my way into her power fucking her to the fullest extreme. I was fucking her so hard she couldn't keep her mouth on Shawn's cock. She arched her back, closed her eyes and just screamed and moaned incoherently. I started smacking her ass almost as hard as I was fucking her. Marco and Justice joined in slapping her ass and mauling her breasts. She was truly just a piece of fuckmeat and we were cooking pretty good now. Shawn stood at her head and was bouncing his cock off of her cheeks and face while she kept a death grip on Justice. I was drilling her trying to hit her back walls fucking her silly when I felt it coming. I pulled out and hurried to her face and pushed my cock in her mouth. Once more I shot off in her hungry mouth and I pulled out and jacked myself over her face coating her in hot man juice. This sent Shawn over the edge and he stepped up grabbed her by the hair and he too shot ropes of jizz across her lovely asian face. She was spitting up cum as we streaked her cheeks and forehead. It was absolutely intoxicating seeing her like this. There is nothing sexier to me than a well fucked asian woman who has her face covered in goo. Justice wasted no time in assuming his position behind Akiko. She had never had a dick as long and as thick as his so this was the grand finale. There she was still bent over a chair ass high, her face dripping hot cum about to take the biggest dick she's ever seen. Justice stepped up and was trying to get himself inside of her while she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy was soaking wet and that definitely helped. He lined himself up and pushed forward. No one in the room expected him to do what he did next. He placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved all eleven inches in on one thrust. "Aaaaayyyyyyyyyyhhhhh," Akiko screamed. She was literally impaled on a spear. Her initial shock didn't dissuade Justice but seemed to only fuel his engine. Justice was showing no mercy fucking her as hard as he possibly could undoubtedly taking his cue from me. He knew she was a slut and this was what she wanted and he had no problem giving it to her. He held on tightly to her shoulders furiously pounding her quivering pussy. His dick was so big it looked obscene stretching out her tight snatch. It almost seemed unnatural watching him stuff her full of so much cock. But her body adjusted and she was completely lost in lust and physical bliss. Justice then stood up on the chair and pulled her ass even higher and started to pound her again. Her ass was pointing straight to the ceiling and he was digging down into her and lifting her simultaneously. "This is the kind of pussy I like. Tight and deep. This slut needs to stay here forever Jay." "Fuck that nasty whore Just. Make the bitch scream." Justice continued deep dicking her for several more minutes before the inevitable happens. His legs start to shake and he snatches his cock from her and begins to shoot his seed on her ass cheeks. He suddenly stops the flow and grabs her by the arm and spins her around presents his cock to her mouth. She opens wide and he shoots directly into her mouth flooding her tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Akiko hummed. Finally his eruption subsided. There she sat on her knees a cum covered mess and beautiful as the sunset. I walked over to her and picked her head up by the hair and made her look at herself in the mirror. "Do you see what I see Akiko? Do you see what a black cock whore should look like? This is what you wanted right? Have I made you happy?" "Yes daddy you have. This is everything I wanted. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me next." To be continued... Comments and feedback are welcome and strongly encouraged. A Whore is Born Ch. 03 The General sat back in his chair, exhausted from anally raping poor Katie. He took out a hanky from the breast pocket of his army jacket, mopped the sweat off his face and looked over at her. Katie had dutifully remained on all fours, waiting for her next order, wondering what further act of depravity the General had in mind. The General meanwhile sat back and marvelled at Katie's poor abused bottom, his spunk could be seen dribbling out of her anal hole down on to her stocking clad legs. Anally raping a poor bitch was hard work these days, he thought, especially as one got older. And it was rare to come across a bottom of such beauty and perfection (although we are about to hear about a few other women who possessed beauty that was arguably on a par with Katie). As a result of this bitch's beautiful arse, the General's dick refused to go soft. Despite having already cum twice in the bitch's body, the General still craved more. And, bearing in mind what was in store for Katie later that day, the General realised that he may not get another chance to sample her young body. For today at least that is. As such, he needed to avail of every opportunity to abuse her. For a minute or so, he gently rubbed his dick as he looked over at the poor bitch. Meanwhile, Katie, on all fours, could still look into the dividing mirror that was directly in front of her. She could see the General sitting behind her, legs spread wide, smiling as he masturbated. She knew then that her body was still required. She shivered, both in fear and desire for, whatever he asked her to do, she would have no choice other than to obey. After a few minutes, the General finally spoke. "Bitch, come over here and kneel between my legs." Katie turned around so she was facing the General. Looking up at her Master, in the fashion of an obedient dog, she crawled over to where he was sitting. She stopped when her face was just inches away from his groin. She then sat up and placed her dainty little hands on his splendid pole, replacing his, and gently started to rub him. "Daddy, what do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck my little pussy. Do you want to fuck your little girl's tight pussy?" Katie assumed that, having already taken her arse and mouth, the General would want the complete set of holes and would want to take her cunt. The General looked down at the poor bitch, noticing her tits shaking up and down as she rubbed him off. She was licking her lips, no doubt excited about the idea of having her tight pussy stretched by his enormous weapon. But the General had other ideas. Other dirty ideas. He was tired from anally raping her and had no desire to do any further work. He could of course ask her to sit on him and ride him cowgirl style. He would like that, he thought, watching the bitch fuck him, her tits bouncing up and down as she gave herself the pleasure she so desperately sought. However, her needs were of zero consequence to him. He thought it much more fun if she was forced to suck his cock after it had been up her ass. The General was fond of a little ass-to-mouth action and, often when fucking a girl's arse, rather than cumming in her bottom, he would remove his dick at the crucial moment and shove it down her mouth, forcing the girl to taste her arse as well as his cum. It was the kind of depraved action that was fitting for a man of his stature. "No, bitch, I am a little tired, so whilst we make our way to our final destination, I would like it if you gave me a little oral relief. So, be a good girl and suck my cock until I cum, you delightful whore. Oh, and be quick about it, we are only 10 or so minutes away and I need to cum before we get there... "Driver, let's go." And with that, the General sat back and waited for the bitch to perform her whore like duties. Katie initially looked up at the General in shock and horror, her eyes pleaded with him for some mercy. She did not want to suck his cock after it had been in her bottom. That was disgusting and taking the depravity to a new level (again). However, when she saw his grinning face and look of pure evil satisfaction, she immediately knew there was little point in arguing with her Master. So, licking her lips, she innocently whispered, "Yes, Daddy, as you wish..." And with that, she opened her mouth and allowed his massive dick to enter her mouth and in the process, for the first time in her young life, she was able to taste her ass... The General smiled in delight as the bitch performed her duties. He looked down on her and gently patted her head, just as he would when one of his dogs at home came up to him for some affection. And as his dick once more began to rekindle those warm feelings of desire, the General contemplated how well things were going. Not only had he anally raped this bitch in front of her pathetic husband, without even a murmur of dissent, she was now willing to follow it up by sucking his dick. There could be no doubt, if there had been any before, that she now belonged completely to him. And that was good, on so many levels. Good for his dick and good for business... Good for business because, in an hour or so, he was set to meet some important dignitaries from a rich, African oil state who were interested in completing a lucrative arms deal. Naturally the General was receiving a big kick-back (all illegal of course) from the arms manufacturer and, to help facilitate the deal, he was hoping that Katie's young body would help smooth the negotiations. It was actually a huge deal with a lot of money at stake and many people from this African nation would be turning up since this was also the day they expected to close the deal. To precipitate the signing, the General was going to sate these men's gross sexual appetites by offering them some succulent, white female flesh as an appetiser. However, he correctly figured that one piece of young white meat was insufficient for all these men, so he needed more. That was why he had invited Alice and Debbie along to the meeting. Debbie Mills was a 36 year old knock out young white housewife and mother. She happened to be the split of the porn goddess Jane Darling. Like Jane, Debbie had a beautiful, angelic face, long blonde hair, lovely large pert breasts, size 34-D and a body to die for. But whereas Jane had blue eyes, our Debbie's were beautiful, hazel brown. She also exuded class having been born into one of London's wealthiest families, was always well turned out (she only wore the most expensive of clothes) and socialised within the top echelons of British society. Alice was an 18 year old beautiful schoolgirl. She too was an image of a porn goddess, Keri Sable. She had a stunning face and long blonde hair and, like Keri, slim in all the right places. The only difference was in the breast department, whereas the lovely Keri has lovely petit tits, Alice's were big and were the same size as Debbie's at an impressive 34-D. For someone so young and so slim, it was an impressive achievement. And both Alice and Debbie were already at the General's country retreat, two gorgeous young women, with bodies to die for, waiting to service him and his business colleagues. And that wasn't the only link between the two, for in addition to being the General's whores, Debbie happened to be Alice's mother! Both mother and daughter were completely unaware that the other was at the General's house, they had been carefully kept apart, secluded in separate rooms, waiting for their orders. And the mother at least had no idea that her young, schoolgirl daughter was a whore for big cock. Indeed she would have been mortified to discover what her daughter had become. As Katie continued to vigorously blow the General, conscience of how little time she had to satisfy him and terrified of the consequences if she failed, he took out a cigar from his pocket and lit up. Puffing away, he looked down at the poor wrench, who was once more being forced to perform a disgusting sexual act on his person and thought back to a couple of months ago when he managed to fulfil, what is still a fantasy for most men, the legendary mother and daughter combo... The Mother's Story Debbie Mills became a mother at a very young age, 18 to be precise. She had fallen in love with a young boy, Justin, who was of a similar age. They had met whilst going to church. One thing had led to another and, despite both knowing better, they had sex. Just the once, but it was enough. Debbie's parents were horrified to learn of her pregnancy, but, since they were strict Roman Catholics, an abortion was totally out of the question. So, despite being part of England's upper class where teenage pregnancies were generally unheard of, Debbie was told that she would have to forgo her place at Oxford University and instead have a baby. Any social fall out could be dealt with, it was secondary to the needs of the unborn child and the will of the Lord. So, rather then take her place at Oxford, Debbie stayed at home. University may have not been on the agenda, marriage however was and, just a few months before she gave birth, Debbie got married to Justin. Three months later, Debbie gave birth to a lovely baby girl, Alice, and as her parents were rich, they happily provided moral and financial support to the young couple and their granddaughter. They settled down and, bucking the trend for teenage marriages, theirs was, and still is, a very happy one. They loved each other very deeply and adored being parents to young Alice. Their marriage was further helped by Debbie understanding, and allowing Justin to pursue his lifelong ambition to go into the army. And, with her father's connections, a place at the most prestigious army school in England, Sandhurst, was secured. So, at the age of 18, off he went to pursue a career in the army where he still is and has risen up the ranks to Major. Meanwhile, Debbie gave up any chance she had of going off to university and having a career of her own by staying at home to look after her daughter, Alice. Years passed, Justin continued to excel in the army and was being rapidly promoted. Debbie carried on caring for Alice and the lack of a career of her own was soon forgotten as, ever so slowly, England's snobby society allowed Debbie back in, especially when, several years later, her friends got married and started having kids of their own. As she mixed, once more, with the British social elite, she began to get involved with the type of work that was commonplace for rich, bored housewives, namely charity work. And, as a devout churchgoer (she attended church at least twice a week) she ended up doing a lot of work for them, helping out with various high profile projects. Along with caring for her daughter, this kept her busy but, as time progressed, she still found herself still strangely unfulfilled. It was not that she didn't enjoy caring for her daughter, or helping out with the Church, it was just that she felt that she had a different calling in life to one of just being a rich, glamorous housewife who helped doing the Lord's work. And this feeling remained with Debbie as the years passed and grew in intensity as Alice got older. Alice, who when she was younger relied heavily on her mother, had come to rely on her less and less as she got older. In addition to being stunningly attractive, Alice was also a very sensible, level headed girl thanks, in a large part, to her mother's upbringing. Like her mother, Alice was immersed in the teachings of the church and, having seen what had happened to her mother, she was determined not to make the same mistakes by straying into the path of evil temptation. As such, she had always stayed well clear of male contact, much to her mother's approval, and was determined only to date one man, her future husband, whoever that might be. She also excelled at school where she was determined to do well and was well on her way to go to Oxford, eager to achieve what her poor, unfortunate mother was unable to. Debbie's situation was not helped by the long periods of absence of her loving husband, Justin, who was sent off to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan in Bush's "War on Terror". So, as her daughter became ever more self-reliant, her husband hardly at home and her charity and church work, whilst fulfilling her social and moral conciseness, failed to hit the spot with what she truly wanted, poor Debbie remained unfilled with life. The only problem was what was it that Debbie needed to make her life fulfilled? That was the question that remained unanswered. With this question remaining in the forefront of her mind, it was during one of Justin's long tours of Iraq, and a couple of weeks before Alice's 18th birthday, that Debbie came across an advert in a magazine she was reading : "Attractive girls required for exclusive modelling assignments. All ages welcome. Pays well. Please send photos to..." Debbie stopped and looked at this. Normally she wouldn't pay any attention to it, she would have thought it a scam to lure women into the porn industry. However, this ad, for some reason, sparked something in her and aroused her attention. For starters, it appeared in one of the more expensive magazines you got in London that was primarily bought by London's well-to-do ladies, such as herself. Also, the ad was placed in the same section that was advertising Cartier, hardly a cheap option for some sick scam. Debbie looked long and hard at the ad, at the bottom there a company crest and the whole thing just looked too legitimate to be a scam, she thought. Maybe Debbie could alleviate some of her boredom by trying out a spot modelling? It was not the first time that modelling had crossed her mind as an option. Indeed many times people had suggested it to her as a career since she was quite the stunner. As mentioned, being a blonde beauty with the body of a porn goddess meant she was sure to be in big demand. But modelling was generally discouraged in London's high society. Already she had been a teenage mother and being a model on top of that was almost certainly going to be met with disapproval from her friends, parents and especially her husband. Justin was a conservative at heart and very possessive of her, he would not like her delicious body to be on display to photographers and the general public. But set aside all that was poor Debbie's yearning for a purpose in life. Modelling could perhaps achieve that, it was after all a career which would allow her to display her obvious talents. It was also something that was hers, hers alone, and which did not conform strictly to the norms of conservative society that she was so heavily immersed in and which she was now finding a little constricting. Perhaps this was what she had been waiting for? Pursuing an academic or professional career was now too late. But maybe she was always destined to use her other talents, her looks and body to fulfil her needs. Maybe this was what God had intended all along and that was why, now, when her daughter was old enough, and her husband was far away, that she had seen this ad? Maybe it was all preordained that, at this stage of her life, when she was at the peak of her beauty, she would become a model and bring joy and happiness in other people? Debbie still had no idea how much joy she was actually going to bring to the lives of some very wicked men. So, with her husband safely out of the way fighting a war in Iraq and unable to influence her decision, with much excitement Debbie made the momentous decision to send in some photos of herself to the address indicated on the ad. And as she prepared the envelope for posting, for the first time she noted the name of the club. The Platinum Club... [For those readers who don't know what The Platinum Club is and how it operates, or who need a reminder, please read "A Whore is Born Ch1" for a detailed explanation] It was a week or so before she received a reply. They were interested! Debbie was delighted. She had been beside herself with excitement ever since she had sent in her photos, desperate for some indication that her body would meet with satisfaction. She eagerly read their reply. First, to make sure they were both comfortable with what each other had to offer, a first round of interviews was arranged; nothing formal, just coffee in a five star hotel. Very civilised, Debbie thought, and nothing improper in what they were suggesting. Unsurprisingly, with the body that Debbie possessed, she passed this interview and was asked if she was willing to attend a first photo shoot a few days later. Debbie, readily accepted their offer, delighted that finally, she was at the beginning of her own, exciting career. And the fact that she was pursuing her modelling career surreptitiously behind her family's back, made things even more exciting. The first shoot went well. At the shoot there were four men, three of whom were middle aged and fairly non-descript looking, whilst the other was a tall distinguished looking gentleman. His slim, tall physique was in stark contrast to the average, portly look of the other chaps. He went by the name of Jack. Jack did all the talking and instructing. The others remained studiously silent, rarely saying anything, allowing Jack to take complete control. She was asked by him to model a number of outfits however she noted that whatever she was asked to wear, the lingerie and footwear, although that changed with each outfit, essentially remained the same: very high heels (no less than five inches in height), stockings, suspenders, suspender belt, high-cut French panties and a tight, see-through bra. She found this a little odd, it almost seemed like it was The Platinum Club's uniform... However Debbie did not object and actually enjoyed wearing the lingerie. These were high quality, expensive items (all Italian design bought from the shop, La Perla) and so it was natural that she would feel comfortable wearing them. And the other items were all expensive designer clothes. But the other thing she noted was that the outfits progressively got more and more revealing as the shoot went on. So much so that, by the end of the shoot, she was asked to model a short, tight, black mini skirt, hitch it up, so the tops of her black stockings and suspenders were revealed and was then asked to lean forward so that the cameramen could look down her top and take pictures of her delicious cleavage. All of this she did without hesitation, for Debbie immediately fell in love with her new career. Not only did she feel excited by modelling, she found it strangely fulfilling that, the more and more of her body that she was asked to reveal, the more she enjoyed it. Indeed, by the end, had they asked her to reveal a little more, she would have been quite willing to do so. She was paid for the shoot and was asked to turn up again. Naturally she agreed, delighted that her body had met with these men's satisfaction. The next shoot was on a Sunday. She arrived after church and was still in her church outfit which always consisted of conservative Channel, just the type of outfit you would have expected someone like Jackie O to have worn. When she arrived, she found waiting for her the same four men. Jack once more did all the talking and she was immediately ordered to go to the dressing room where her outfit was waiting. She found that Jack was much more business like and firm with her than last time. She seemed to like it. When she entered her changing room, Jack went next door to watch her dress via the secret two-way mirror. When Debbie got inside, she found that the outfit she was being asked to model was much more revealing than anything she had modelled previously. It consisted of a one piece little black dress, black stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra. The dress, it if could be described as a dress, was ridiculously short, just about covering her pert little arse. That was of course until she put on the 5 inch black heels when she found that the bottom of her arse would be visible whenever she walked. Of course the net effect of all this was to also reveal the tops of her stockings and suspenders. A Whore is Born Ch. 03 Day 3 Everyday brings a new adventure for my special lady. Akiko's first two days with me have been everything that she's craved for her entire life. She has completely submitted to her calling, from prim and proper housewife to sinful Japanese black cock slut. Her past life has led her to this. She is the quintessential submissive whore and the fire has been burning for quite some time. Years ago she found herself on her knees sucking off an associate of her father. She's had a group of Japanese men spray her face with their seed. She's been gangbanged by three angry black dicks and now she is here with me ready to continue her descent into carnal decadence. The time has come for her to embrace her future, as a black owned prostitute. Today I'm going to make sure that happens by giving her the all the tools she requires to succeed. I roused Akiko from her sleep and instructed her to shower and meet me in the spare bedroom when she's done. Watching her rise and make her way to the bathroom was a show in itself. I felt my dick stir in my jeans as I spied her tight little ass sway out of the room. Today is going to be a good day for sure. When she stepped into the shower I went in and laid out clothes for her to wear. Everything must be precise and perfect for my next step and proper attire is a must. I excused myself to the spare bedroom to set up the rest of the details. In the bedroom I checked the connections from the cameras to the computer and ensured that everything was working properly. I logged on to the site that would serve as the host of my special show. The festivities were scheduled to jump off in 15 minutes and I was growing anxious. I wanted this to go off without a hitch and make it a memorable day for all involved. Four cameras were focused on the bed and the action was set to come in crystal clear in real time. When Akiko confirmed her trip here I took the liberty of having a very special business cards made up. The cards featured two pictures of Akiko in various states of nudity and included a special invitation. "Join us live as submissive Japanese slut is used for your entertainment. Gentlemen of color witness what you can have for a nominal donation." Akiko knew nothing of the cards or my plan she only knew what she wanted. This would serve as an end to a means. After today she would undoubtedly be the most talked about and desired slut in the city. As the final minutes ticked away I tried to think of other things to temper my excitement. Akiko knocked the door and I told her to wait until she was summoned. I completed a final lighting check just as the computer informed me it was connecting to the server. Showtime!!!!!! I sat on the edge of the bed and began my introduction. "Welcome to a very special presentation. The following program is meant to bring to you your very own piece of heaven. Times have changed and we're living in a brave new world. The days of streetwalkers walking up to your car in the seedy parts of town are long gone. Today you and I and the services I provide connect in a much more personal way. I believe in the ideal of truth in advertising and that is exactly what I bring to you today. On the other side of that door is a very special young lady. You have seen her advertisement in print and now you have chosen to see much more. She is here in New York for only a few more days. She has traveled here from her native Japan for one sole purpose. She is here to live out her darkest fantasies. She has long dreamed of being owned by a black man and selling her body to his friends, associates and complete strangers. She has left her unwitting loving husband behind at home to fulfill her most sinful urges. Black cock is her purpose for living. She is a slut at her very core and today you will witness firsthand what a Japanese whore can do for you. Without further ado I bring you Akiko, my Japanese whore." Akiko entered the room wearing her distinct outfit. She was startled to see what was going on with the cameras but quickly surmised my intentions. She wore a short blue plaid schoolgirl skirt with a white blouse tied above her navel. Knee high white socks and stiletto heels. She had applied makeup to her angelic face and wore her hair in pigtails. She was the walking definition of lust. I could barely contain myself. I wanted her and wanted her now. "Come stand over here." She did as she was told and stood before me. I stood up and told her to say hello to our audience. Tell them who you are Akiko. "My name is Akiko and I'm a black cock slut. I came to America to get used by as many big black dicks as I can in seven days." I stood behind her and caressed her full breasts and ran my hand down to the hem of her skirt and raised to reveal white cotton panties. I put my hand in her panties and began to play with her already wet cunt. I bit her neck and nibbled on her ear as my hands ran over her body greedily like a kid in a candy store. I started to finger her sopping snatch and began to talk in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard and deep today. I want all my customers to see what a good little slut you are. Show the world how a nasty jap whore satisfies black cock. She closed her eyes and moaned at the thought of my words." I sat on the bed and laid Akiko across my lap. I pulled her panties down to expose her taut Japanese ass. I took two fingers and began to piston in and out of her slit. I squeezed her bottom while my fingers manipulated her snatch. She writhed and squealed in delight. The four way cameras captured the images of my hands working her over and her face contorting in passion. I stood her up and bent her over. With her panties just below her ass cheeks I began to eat her from behind. Her pussy was hot wet and sweet. My tongue darted in and out of her hole and I flicked at her clit. The camera focused on her face as I administered oral stimulation. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung agape. She was succumbing to wordless ecstasy. She was the picture of passion dressed like the cumslut she is. "Get on your knees and do what you do bitch." Akiko scrambled to her knees and began to unbuckle my pants. She was moving quickly to treat herself. She was a blur as she pulled out my throbbing meat. I grabbed my rod and slapped her pretty face with it repeatedly. "Is this what you want Akiko? Do you want to suck my long fat dick? Are you ready to show everyone what hungry whore you are?" In between dick slapping she responded. "Yes Jorel. Yes I want to suck your black dick. Please give it to me." "Open you mouth and take it. Eat this big dick slut." Akiko opened her mouth and inhaled my pole. Up and down she bobbed her head strangling my cock with her hands and applying wet velvet heat with her mouth and tongue. "That's it baby take it. Eat that big hot dick. Show me what this black cock means to you. Show everybody what a hot cocksucker you are." She bobbed and bobbed moaning and murmuring incoherently. I popped open her blouse and pulled her tits out over her bra. I massaged her tits and pinched her nipples while she sucked me. "Look at me while you suck bitch." She raised her eyes to meet mine while she swallowed my cock. "It's time for me to have some fun." I stood up and snatched the meat treat from her hungry mouth. "I'm gonna show our audience how to treat a Japanese whore mouth. Open wide. She opened her mouth took some of me in I grabbed her head made sure she took the rest. Then I held her in place. "This is what you do to her little mouth. Fill it up with hot black dick and make her eat it all. This is what she lives for." With that I released her head and watched her catch her breath after being overwhelmed by my dick. She drooled all over me making my dick wet and nasty perfect for a filthy little Asian fucktoy like Akiko. "Play with your whore pussy while use your mouth. Let me see you get off." I pushed myself inside her mouth and tilted her head to the side stretching out her cheeks, filling her mouth with her favorite flavor. "I know a lot of you guys out there always wondered what it would be like to have your very own Asian slut to use as you please. Here's what it's like. You put her on her knees, fuck her face, make her finger fuck herself and watch her cum." The camera facing the edge of the bed caught the lewd scene of my long black shaft stretching her cheeks and stuffing her mouth. I started to pump her face longer and deeper holding her head just the way I needed to. Her hands were rubbing her dripping hole feverishly. "Spit on it. Make it wetter. I want it sloppy and nasty." I held my cock in my hand and she spit on it. I slapped her face with my wet dick. "Again." She spit on it again and again I slapped it across her face. "Spit on it again." She did as she was told and I shoved it in her mouth. I began to fuck her face in earnest. I held her under her chin told her to look at me while I stroked her mouth fast and furious. The camera revealed my long black dick disappearing in the petite Japanese whore's mouth. Back and forth I dug into her mouth as she shoved three fingers in and out of her hairless snatch. "I once asked this slut what the best thing about her was and she said her mouth. She sucks cock licks balls eats pussy and even your black ass if you wan her to. She a dirty slut and knows it." I fucked her face quicker and deeper demonstrating my point. Her eyes were glazed over in passion. She knows what she's here for. I pulled myself from her and she was a sexy mess. Her face was soaked with her saliva lipstick smeared mascara running down her eyes. Absolutely gorgeous. "Stand up." She stood up and I turned her around lifted her dress and tore off her panties and spanked her bare ass for the cameras. "Time for some of that good pussy." I lay down on the bed and told her to sit on my rock hard dick. She climbed on top of me straddled and lined up my waiting dick to her hole. She slowly started to slide down moaning as she did when I grabbed her hips and slammed her all the way down. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" she screamed when her ass rested on my groin. I was all the way in her tight tunnel. I held her in position and grinding my hips in circles. I wanted to touch every corner of her soaking fuckbox. "Ride it you fucking whore. Ride my big black dick." Akiko began to bounce up and down on my stiff stick. Up and down she rode while I mauled her tits. Whenever she began to get lazy I slammed her all the way down again knocking her breath away from the force. "That's right you horny cunt. You take every inch of that black snake. You know you want all this black dick don't you?" "Mmmmmmmm. Yeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssss. I want all your black dick. Fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." I held her hips still and began to fire up into her as hard and as deep as I could. Her body was convulsing as I assaulted her tight silky pussy. Her breast heaved violently as I drilled her. She screamed louder and louder as I pounded away at her honey pot. I was loving the sensation, lost in the lust and enthralled at the sight of her small body being overcome by orgasm and wracked by the force of my power fucking. One camera showed her face creased in eroticism another showed my hands on her ass holding her while my long thick cock blasted off up, up and away into her wanton canal over and over. I pushed off of me and went to retrieve a chair. Akiko was breathing hard and heavy rubbing her hot box. "How many times have seen a sexy Asian woman on the streets and pondered the possibility of stripping her naked and fucking the shit out her? Have you ever thought what it would be like bend her up any position and just drill her little pussy? Get over here bitch!!" Akiko stood before me as I sat in the chair. I turned her to face away from me and towards the camera. I lifted her skirt and guided her down onto my rod. She threw her head back onto my shoulder as I squeezed her tits and began to pump into her. "Look at the camera while I fuck your whore hole." She put her feet on top of my thighs riding me meeting my hard strokes halfway. She mewed and moaned throughout my vaginal attack. Her tits heaved obscenely for the camera while my dick impaled her. "This is what it's like to fuck a Japanese whore boys. Feed her dick and she'll do whatever you tell her to. Submissive little sluts like this don't come along everyday." She bounced and I stroked she bounced and I stroked making her scream out. Then I wrapped my arms under her thighs pulled them back and locked my hands behind her head. She was completely spread out and helpless. She was merely a hole to use and fuck any way I choose. I started to drill her deep and hard making sure my hips crashed into her creating the unmistakable sound of pussy being manhandled. "That's right slut. You're gonna take it all every fucking stroke. I'm gonna beat your little pussy now. You like this shit don't you. You like getting your pussy pounded don't you?" "Yeeeeeeessssssssss." She couldn't move and I was just pounding away showing her quivering cunt no mercy pure animal lust drilling her juicy pussy. "Tell everybody what you are Akiko." I picked up the pace and fucked her impossibly hard. "I'mmmmmmm aaaaaaaaa ffffffffuuuuuucccckkkkiiinnnngggg sssslllllluuuuuuuuut." I held my Japanese whore in place using her like an evil fuck puppet abusing her slut pussy. With my hands locked behind her head she was forced to look down. She had to see her torn panties on the floor, her tits bobbing outside her bra, her legs splayed out to the maximum and my chocolate magic stick jackhammering into her cunt. A few days ago she was home in Japan with her husband playing the role of dutiful wife, today she is in America, bent in a near impossible position and a nine inch black cock abusing her and the whole thing is streaming live across the internet!!!! But here's the thing that makes her such a fucking whore. While I'm drilling her senseless this slut's pussy is working overtime. She is constantly contracting her pussy squeezing every inch for all that she's worth. Whore to the very core. After several more intense strokes I release my grip. I push her forward tell her to stand up. I bend her over facing the camera at the foot of the bed, move the chair and stand behind her. I lifted her skirt and shoved my dick into her. "Just bend over and let me get at this pussy." I held her hips and started to bang away. Her pussy is so hot tight and wet. I want her to feel everything I have to give her. I want to make her remember this day for the rest of her life so I do what I do best. I start to dig into her hard and deep. "Have you ever been at your job and that sexy Asian woman saunters in with her business dress on and you get lost at the prospect of lifting that dress bending her over and make her take your black cock? Haven't we all? Here's your chance. That's exactly what this whore is built for. Lift her dress rip off her panties and make her take it like you always dreamed about. This piece of shit is here for nothing but big black dicks." I had her hips in a vice grip and I proceeded to pound her pussy like my hips were fixed with hydraulics. My dick was a battering ram crashing into her horny hole. She squealed in delight. Her pussy was never been more alive. She loved to used and used well by black men. I gave her what she needed. Her tits hung and clapped, my hips bounced off her ass and her pussy literally dripped onto the floor. I pulled out and turned her around and lifted her dress. Hr tight as was exposed once again. "You see this ass boys. Keep it real. How many times have you caught yourself staring at that hot Asian woman at the gym or the supermarket and just watched her tight little ass as she walked in front of you? Can you honestly tell me you haven't fantasized about shoving your black meat in that little ass? You know I know." I was squeezing and massaging her ass as I spoke. Showing the audience the object of their forbidden desires. Putting in full view her lovely Japanese bottom. I squeezed massaged and spanked her. "Get on the bed bend over and face the front." I bent her over and tasted her soaking cunt again. Then I spread her ass and spit on her tightest hole. I stood up on my knees and pushed the head of my dick into her. "You're all about to see a Japanese housewife get assfucked live on the internet." I pushed in farther and farther. Akiko gripped the bed sheets with her hands as I pushed in deeper. I was halfway in when I started to stroke her with more force. Akiko gritted her teeth for the camera as I began to fuck her married Japanese ass. I kept my hands on her hips as I ground further and further into her. It was the tightest piece of ass I ever had and I began to fuck her like she needed. I spanked her while I was fucking her. Then I put her over the top by grabbing her pigtails and pulling her head back. I was fucking her ass pulling her hair and riding her like the bitch in heat that she was. "What's that in your married Japanese ass bitch?" I pulled on her hair and pounded into her ass. "A bbbbiiggggg black cooooccck!!!!!" "Where's that big black cock?" I drilled her ass and yanked on her hair. "In mmmmmyyy mmmmmarrrrrried jjapaneeese asssssssssss!!!!!" "What's that big black cock doing to your married Japanese ass?" I stroked her ass balls deep and pulled both of her pigtails. "Yyyyyouuuuur big black cock is fuuuuuccccccking my married Japanese assssssss!!!!!" I knew I couldn't last much longer and I rode her hard and fast fucking her ass, pulling her hair, spanking her, using her, owning her. Again and again I went balls deep in her tight ass making her scream my name making her tell the audience she was a dirty whore telling the world the truth about her. She gripped the sheets gritted her teeth and took the assfuck like the obedient whore she is until I felt the need. I pulled from her and snatched by her hair and forced her onto her knees on the floor. "Spit on it you nasty bitch." She spit all over it and began to stroke my fat black dick. I shoved it in her mouth and made her spit on it again and I began to jack off an inch from her face. "I'm gonna cum all over your slut face. Open your fucking mouth. "This how you treat a Japanese whore men. This is what they're good for." I began to shoot. I aimed for her forehead and her mouth. The camera captured the image of my black cock spurting long streams of white, hot black cock juice all over her slut face. All the cum from her forehead dripped down her face into her eyes and I whitewashed her nose lips tongue and chin. When the eruption subsided I shoved my cock into her mouth and made her suck out every drop. Then I cock slapped her face and got all the cum on it and made her suck and eat that as well. As she sat there streaked in cum and sucking off my nasty dick I began to close the show. "So there it is boys. An authentic Japanese cumslut at your service. You can fuck her, make her suck your dick, fuck her face, shove it in her ass and cum all over her face and make her eat your cum. She's a filthy black cock loving cocksucking tramp. If you're interested in making her yours for a few hours you can contact me right now. You've got the info. We can talk about donations when you make that move. Say goodbye whore" Akiko had been dutifully sucking my cock and removed it with a pop. Cum still streaked over her face. "I want more black cock. I'm waiting." I pushed a button to end the broadcast and my cell phone and email indicators went off simultaneously. You can't beat truth in advertising. To be continued....... Comments and feedback are not only welcome but strongly encouraged. A Whore is Born Ch. 03 The bra was a little tighter than the ones she had worn on her first shoot, so much so that it refused to contain her big tits. Her nipples, which she strangely found were erect, kept on popping out of her bra. She thought that it was ok since she would never be showing her breasts to these men. Once she was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, licked her lips and admired her reflection. She could not remember the last time she looked so alluring and sexy. Normally she looked classy and sexy, but now she just looked like sexy. In fact, she looked like a sexy little tart, one of those women who dressed when they were determined to land a man on a night out. No, not land a man, but fuck a man she thought. She noted how her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. There was nothing she could do about that. She momentarily toyed with the idea of wearing the padded bra that she had worn when she arrived, but she instantly dismissed the idea. It would not be what Jack wanted. She looked down, the dress exposed virtually all of her long, slender legs, which were wonderfully toned by the five inch high heels. The tops of her stockings were visible, even more so whenever she took a step forward. She then turned around to have a look at her wonderful little arse. God it looked great in this tight, little black number. She should dress up like this more often she thought, it was just a pity that her husband preferred her to look conservative rather than sexy. Maybe she could dress up like this when he wasn't around, she mischievously thought... She then wondered how her bottom would look with a g-string on. You see, Debbie had never worn a g-string before. When she had previously modelled for the Club, she had been given only high-cut French panties. She wondered why the change today? Maybe it was more fitting with this sexy dress? Regardless, she was curious to see how they would look. So, with much excitement, with her arse was facing the mirror, she reached back to lift her little dress up. She then saw that her arse, lovingly framed by her pretty, frilly black suspenders, was virtually naked since the g-string had disappeared between the valley of her cheeks. Her bottom looked quite beautiful, she said to herself, and she told herself off for previously never wearing a g-string. Prior to today, she had found them too uncomfortable and her husband, bizarrely, did not like them. Also, she thought they were a degrading item of clothing that ignored the comfort of the wearer and solely concentrated on the pleasure it would give a man. She was fortunate enough to be married to a man who respected her enough not to insist on her wearing such a degrading item. But now, looking at the way the piece of string nested snugly between the valley of her cheeks, she marvelled at the way this cunning invention drew the viewer's eye to the valley of a woman's arse, thus making them focus on each perfect cheek. It was in fact more revealing than wearing nothing at all. And for some reason, here, alone with these men in this film studio, wearing a g-string was taking on a whole new meaning. She felt almost liberated, like her body was fulfilling its destiny, what that ultimate destiny was, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that by dressing like this, for these men and in particular Jack, her life somehow felt right, more complete. She then wondered whether she would have to reveal her bottom? She dismissed the idea, they probably just wanted to her to wear one in order not her panty-line not to be visible through the thin dress. Not wanting to keep Jack waiting any longer, and anxious to resume her modelling career, Debbie made her way back into the studio. She was slightly nervous with how she looked but she was still determined to model for them in her new, sexually liberating outfit. She need not have been nervous since, when she emerged, all the men were perfect gentlemen. At first, there were just three of them, Jack was still absent, they all complimented on her looks and told her that it was rare to come across a model of such outstanding natural beauty (as was indeed the case). After a minute or so, Jack emerged, coming out of the room next to her changing room. He had a content look about him (he had just wanked himself off as this young beauty had, without knowing it, stripped off for him), when he saw her, he blatantly eyed her up, much more so than the others, and licking her lips, told her she looked stunning. Pleased with the response, Debbie resumed her modelling career. At first, they just took pictures of her modelling the dress, first standing and then sitting. However, whatever pose she adopted, she always revealed the tops of her stockings and sometimes the flesh above. Jack then asked her walk back and forth, just as a catwalk model would. As she did, she found that in her heels and short dress, with each step, the bottom of her dress would flap up, revealing all of her legs and sometimes the bottom of her ass. This was even more so when Jack asked her to twirl when turning around. As Debbie did this, she felt that the men were taking pictures solely of her arse. Before she could dwell on this, Jack decided to take things one stage further. When she got to the end of the room, when she was away from the cameramen, he asked her to stop walking, turn and face them and then take the straps of her dress off her shoulders so that the top of her bra could be revealed. Things were now being escalated and understandably she was a little nervous by this. She looked at Jack, about to protest. But she could tell, by the look in his eyes, that it would be pointless. She consoled herself by the fact that he had not actually asked to her reveal her breasts so, ever so carefully since her nipples were pointing out from the top of her tiny bra, she lowered the straps of her dress. Once her dress was at the top of her nipples, a few more pictures were taken. She was asked to look seductive, which she did, and once more she felt fine. However, it was not too long before Jack wanted more and he asked her to lower the dress down a touch further. Debbie now, for the first time that day, refused an order. Silently, and nervously, looking at Jack she shook her head. Jack asked her why? She did not reply, too nervous and embarrassed to explain. He asked again, but this time a little more forcefully. Still silence. Jack once more spoke, but this time, before he did, he took a few step forwards so he came to stand a foot or so away from the poor wife. Why was she unwilling to display her bra to him, he asked? (He knew the reason since he had secretly seen her dress and knew that the bra was way too small for her massive 34-D tits). As Jack towered over the petit Debbie, she felt compelled to answer and to answer honestly. The atmosphere in the room had gone from convivial to relatively hostile. Jack's intimidating presence was not helping the situation, nor was the heavy breathing of the other three men as they waited for her to reveal her tits. So, in a desperate plea to stop this from happening, she told Jack that her bra was too small and as such her breasts and nipples were popping out. Debbie was mortified that she had to admit this. She went bright red and expected laughter from the men. Instead Jack looked at her, in a kind, fatherly manner and told her that it was all ok. The men here were all professional and had photographed many a beautiful naked woman before. He understood her concerns, she was a relative amateur in all this and if she wanted to walk away, no problem. When Debbie heard this, a wave of relief flowed through her. But this was short lived for by "walk away" she took to mean "walk away" from nude modelling but continue to model fashion but. So it was shocked when Jack curtly told her that her services would no longer be required if she was happy to stop things now. Why? She desperately asked. Because, a model had to be flexible. Do you think the likes of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell have never shown their breasts? Jack asked her. For him, for there to be any mileage in her continuing to model, she would have to be prepared to reveal all of her body. They were not perverts after all... On hearing this, Debbie realised the awful dilemma she was in. If she was to remain in Jack's employment and to continue to find purpose in her life, she would have no choice but to reveal her breasts, and everything else, to Jack. She looked down, still quite embarrassed and gently nodded her head in agreement. Then Jack took another step forward so he was even closer to her, he gently placed his big hand on to her slender shoulder and told her that everything was ok. Most models got a little nervous when they first had to reveal their breasts to strangers. And then, before waiting for a reply, he moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arms until it came to the strap of her dress which Debbie had previously lowered. He then peeled them down and off her arm. He repeated the process with the other strap. Then he moved his hand towards the top of her dress and pushed it down. In a matter of a second or two, her glorious big, married tits were revealed to his hungry, greedy eyes. Finally a man, other than her husband, was able to revel in their beauty. Once the dress was around her waist, Debbie looked down at her tits which were now completely hanging out of her bra. She saw that they were rising up and down as she breathed heavily. She was truly terrified with what was happening to her and more so because she was allowing it to happen. She noted that her nipples were erect, hard and angrily pointing up towards Jack. She knew that they had never been so hard before. She then looked up at Jack, who was looking down at her, smiling, happy with what he had just accomplished. As Debbie looked up into his cold, confident eyes she was both astonished and impressed by Jack's confidence. This man exuded a presence that she had never experienced before. Whereas Justin was kind, gentle and caring, this tall, confident man had a brutish self-confidence about him that she found oddly attractive. Jack then took a few steps back in order to take some pictures. He remained directly in front of her and thus continued to impede the other cameramen's view. As the obvious leader, he could do as he pleased. And as he clicked away, Debbie remained where she was with her dress around her waist and with her enormous married tits hanging out of her useless bra. Her face was now bright red and she was still terrified. But the whole experience was curiously making her feel hot inside. She found that revealing her breasts was actually quite exciting. She had not expected this. Yes, she was a little embarrassed, she had been concerned that a seasoned professional like Jack would not be impressed with the goods on offer. But once he started taking pictures and the way he so obviously zoomed in on her chest suggested that her body had met with his approval. And Debbie found herself desperate for Jack's approval. And when she realised this, when she realised that she was pleasing Jack, well her pussy seemed to gat a little wet... As the poor wife's body began to respond to the situation, Jack told her to put her hands behind her back. She found that this was not a request, but an order and she found herself instinctively obeying,. Although this inevitably meant that her tits would now be thrust out even more aggressively, it did not prevent her from doing what she was told. As she complied with her latest order, the men behind Jack could wait no more and they spread out from behind him in order to get a clear shot of this young housewife displaying her body. All the men continued to take pictures for a couple of more minutes as Debbie continued to thrust out her lovely tits. Then Jack decided to move things on. He told her to walk over to a chair, which one of the men had moments before placed in the middle of the room. She was stand so her back was facing the camera and was ordered to stop a few feet away from the chair. She was then ordered to lean forward, place her hands on the back of the chair and to spread her legs. Debbie immediately realised what effect this pose would have. As she would bend down, her tiny skirt would rise up revealing her g-stringed arse. Also, her tits would hang heavily down and, with her legs spread out, it would be quite an obscene pose, not one which Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell would be familiar with. Of that she was sure. As she hesitated, Jack repeated the order. She had to make a quick decision. Do what Jack had told her and continue with her fledging modelling career; or walk out with the result that she would carry on being a dull old housewife for the rest of her life. She so desperately wanted the former and she quickly rationalised that, since these men were professional and, despite the pose being a little risqué, still no real harm could come from this. So, ever so slowly, she leant forward and placed her hands on the back of the chair. As she did, she felt her skirt rise up and she knew that they could now see the tops of her stockings, suspenders and much of the creamy white flesh above. Then she shuffled her feat so that her legs were spread. She could feel her dress rise up that bit more, so much so that cold air could be felt on the lower curves of her bottom. Jack then they asked her to thrust her bottom out. Once more she obeyed and when she did, at least half of her naked exposed cheeks were on view. She knew that the g-string she was wearing and which nestled snugly between the valley of her young married cheeks, was utterly useless in protecting her bottom from the eyes of these men. Still, the demanding Jack was not satisfied and she was ordered to reach back and lift her skirt up so that all of her bottom would be on display. At first she hesitated and her mind wondered to her husband and what he would make of all of this: here was his wife, alone with men she barely knew, legs spread wide, bottom thrust out for their cameras, her naked tits hanging down in all their glory and being ordered to reveal her married arse to them. She knew how horrified he would be. But this did not stop her and, instinctively, she reached back with her trembling hand and followed Jack's orders. Something was making her do this, she figured, and it was not the sensible part of her brain. She moved the dress up so that it rested on the top of her back, and moved her hand back to the chair so that the men had an unimpeded view of her perfectly formed arse which was lovingly framed by her black suspenders. As she did, she could hear their cameras furiously click away and the men breathing heavily. Her body was having an affect on them. At this, she was happy. And her pussy got wetter. And as the cameras clicked away, she began to ponder why her body was reacting like this, with a view to somehow rationalisng her slutty behaviour. She thought to herself that it had been so long since she had seen or had any physical contact with her husband that now, alone with these men, her body was beginning to react in a strange way. It was reacting in a way a wife's body should react when alone with her husband. But this was not right. This was wrong. Behind her, as these hot feelings started to curse through her, the cameramen were greedily devouring her arse and tits by taking pictures from all angles. One of the cameramen asked her to thrust out her arse a little more for them. Naturally she obeyed. Jack spent most of the time taking pictures in front of Debbie, it seemed that he had taken a fancy to her big tits and, when he asked her to look all alluring by licking her full red lips, she did so without hesitation. After a few minutes of this, during which she continued to feel hot and to enjoy the men's attentions, Jack finally asked her to turn around and straighten up. When she did, her dress was still bunched up around her waist. Jack again decided to take things a step further. He asked her to remove her dress completely from her body. This time, she obeyed and without hesitation. Once her dress lay in a puddle by her heels, she daintily stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. She looked down at it and realised its symbolic significance to her. Her crumpled dress represented the flag of surrender for her old conservative life and victory to a new and exciting life as a model for The Platinum Club. Now just dressed, in her heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra, she presented a stunning display of womanhood to these old, perverted men. And judging by the sounds of their heavy breathing, her body had met with real satisfaction. She realised then that her modelling career had entered a new, exciting phase, one where firstly she was confident to stand as she was, displaying much of her body and, secondly, when she knew that her body was capable of causing much pleasure in other men. And this pleased her greatly. As she stood there, confident in herself, more pictures were taken. She was asked to put her hands on her hips, to look sexy and provocative, which she did to perfection. As the cameramen continued to move around her, the sound of the cameras clicking, away and the flashes of light made her feel like a real model. And even a star. Still it was just Jack who gave the orders, telling her to look into his camera, smile, blow him a kiss, lick her lips. As she obeyed every one of his orders, Debbie was loving every minute of the attention bestowed upon her. And as Debbie was feeling like a supermodel, she could hear another order from the ever domineering Jack. It was for her to turn around and slowly remove her g-string. In the haze of light, and totally immersed in her excitement, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable request. (Five or so minutes ago, it would have been met with horror, such was the rapid transformation of this young lady). So, as ordered, she turned around and once more her lovely arse was facing the cameramen and then she slowly began to peel down her g-string. As she did, Jack called out to tell her to, at all times, keep her legs together and straight, which she did, knowing full well what kind of view this would present to him. Once the g-string lay by her feet, and she was fully bent over, it suddenly dawned on her that her pussy was now also fully on display. Her married pussy. A married pussy that she had never shown to anyone other than her husband and it was now on display and being photographed. She almost came... Jack told her to remain in that position, bent over, arse and pussy all on stunning view and tits hanging down. More pictures were taken. She could look behind at the cameramen and could see them frantically clicking their cameras. She also had a perfect view of their groins and noted that each of the men was sporting a hard on. She had caused that. Again she almost came. She then saw Jack walking a few paces towards her, stopping just a foot or so away. He was now able to get an even closer view of her perfect bottom. He took one or two more pictures. The others had stopped since he was in their way and all that could be heard was the sound of the Jack's camera clicking and his heavy breathing. Then, totally unexpectedly for Debbie, Jack reached out with one of his hands and placed it on her bottom and gently stroked it. "Perfect." Was all that he said. And this brought out a gasp of shock from Debbie for this was the first ever non-husband male contact on her person. And the feeling was wonderful. Jack's hand remained there for just a few seconds longer. He then stood up. When he did, Debbie could see that out of all the men, his hard on was the largest. By far. A Whore is Born Ch. 03 Jack then told her to stand up, turn around and face him. When she did, he looked down at her and licked his lips and told her how well he thought she was doing and how much of a professional model she was. Are you sure you have never modelled before, you are that good? He asked. Debbie, glowing with joy at this praise, shook her head and assured him that she really was an amateur. Jack smiled and then turned around and walked back to the men. As he did, and without even looking at her, he ordered her to remove her bra. She did so immediately since in any event, her bra was utterly useless in protecting her big tits and she began to find it more of a hindrance than a help. She somehow felt that it was more natural, and more appropriate, for her to be just wearing her black heels, stockings and suspenders and to reveal fully her tits to Jack. Although this was absurd, considering that she was married, it was how she felt. When Jack got to the other cameramen, he said something to them. When he had finished, they looked disappointed and they started to pack away their equipment. As they did, Debbie remained standing where she was, half naked and thoroughly confused as she watched what was going on around her. Jack did not bother to come over to her to tell her anything so she was left wondering whether the shoot was over? Within a few minutes the three others were saying their goodbyes to her and then they left. She was now alone with Jack. As a result, her pussy started to dribble juices down the insides of her thighs. Jack then calmly put his camera down on a nearby table and walked over to a leather couch that was in the far end of the room. He then ordered Debbie to walk over and to stand in front of him. When she did, he spread his legs in order to help alleviate the tension in his groin. Katie now got an even better look at his still covered hard on. It looked gigantic. It also meant that Jack was utterly confident in this woman's presence and he did not see the need for any social niceties by doing what would be the gentlemanly thing of concealing his erection. With his legs spread, his big 12 inch dick protruding out of his trousers and the semi naked Debbie standing obediently in front of him, staring down in awe at his groin, Jack proceeded to explain to her the workings of The Platinum Club. [For further information on the workings of The Platinum Club, please see "A Whore is Born Ch 1] By the time Jack had finished, Debbie was panting with excitement. An exclusive modelling club whose sole purpose was to pleasure old, rich men! Her initial reaction was one of shock and to have nothing to do with it. But the more the charming and persuasive Jack explained it to her, the more she found herself being dragged into this perverse world. The juices from her pussy were now pouring down her leg at the thought of being asked to model in various naughty ways for these old men (Jack had yet to tell her about the inevitable fuckings that would follow but did intimate that the men would often relieve themselves in front of the model). Jack went on to assure her that many a famous model would often participate in The Platinum Club as a means of getting into more mainstream modelling. Indeed, some of the members were senior figures in the fashion industry and helped facilitate a Platinum Club model's fashion career. At this Debbie was curious and asked more. Of course Jack had anticipated everything... For, on a coffee table that was right in front of Jack, there lay a plain, brown envelope. Jack pointed to it and told Debbie to pick it up. He told her that inside were pictures of a world famous model that, no one outside The Premier Club had seen or were ever going to see. Debbie, hands shaking, opened the envelope, removed the pictures and took a look. The first picture she saw was indeed of a famous English model. A model whose drug antics and on-off relationship with a third rate rock star have gained notoriety throughout the world. But the picture that she looked at was like no other that she had seen of this model before. The model was wearing a tight, black leather corset which was so small that her petit tits were fully on display, nipples violently erect. She also wore black stockings, which to the black corset courtesy of black suspenders, a black g-string and a pair of patent black leather boots which seemed to have at least a 6 inch heel. The outfit this particular model could probably have worn without too much of a controversy (she has done soft erotica in the past), however it was what she was doing that made Debbie gasp and lick her lips with desire. Firstly, the model was not wearing any normal leather boots for, on each ankle, there was attached a big gold ring. Each ring was then attached to a chain that had been drilled into the floor. However, each a chain was several feet away from the other meaning that the model's legs were being forcefully kept spread wide open. Debbie could then see that the model was holding on to two ropes hanging down from the ceiling which were a few feet in front of her. The net affect of all this was, by keeping her legs spread so wide and by leaning forward, it forced her wonderful bottom to be thrust out and presented to the person standing behind her. Debbie then saw who that was. It was none other than Jack. But he looked a good few years younger than he was today. And then she noticed that the model in question looked a lot younger too. She looked like she was in her teens. The pictures must have been taken some years ago, she thought. Debbie moved on and looked at the next picture, which was still front on so you could not see the model's face but not her bottom. When Debbie looked at it, she let out another little gasp of fear. She could see that Jack's arm was raised and he was holding what looked like a leather riding crop. It was poised right above the poor teenage model's bottom. In the next picture you could see that Jack's arm had come down and was now level with her bottom. The model's mouth was wide open and pain was entrenched all over her lovely face. Presumably, at that moment, the leather whip had made contact with her innocent cheeks and she was crying out in anguish. The next few pictures were fairly similar and showed Jack bringing the whip down on to the famous model's lovely teenage arse. The angle then changed, with the cameraman moving to stand next to Jack in order to take pictures of the model's whipped bottom, which at this stage, as the pictures indicated, was covered in dark, red welts. Then another step up in shock value for poor Debbie. The whipping had stopped but instead Jack had taken out his huge 12 inch cock and it was hovering over the poor girl's arse. The following pictures showed Jack rubbing his cock and, just as he had told Debbie moments before, a member of The Platinum Club was getting ready to relieve himself, which he did by emitting copious amounts of spunk and spraying it all over the abused arse... When Debbie had finished looking at the pictures, she looked up at Jack. His legs were still wide open in that arrogant manner, but he was now also grinning insanely, thoroughly enjoying the shock value these pictures were causing. Debbie in turn was shaking with fear. Her face was bright red, her mouth open and she was loudly panting. Jack then explained to her that the pictures were taken when the young model was in her teens, just before she hit the big time. No one outside The Platinum Club knows that or knows that, as a result of this shoot, and a few others like it, the girl made it on to the front of Tattler in the early 1990s and a supermodel was born. In all likelihood, had she not agreed to become a model for the Club, she would never have become the supermodel that she is today. Jack then asked whether BDSM was something that would appeal to Debbie? Debbie, who could not help but to continue to stare at the pictures, without thinking nodded her head. Although she had no previous experience of BDSM, so engrossed and turned on was she by what she was looking at, she had nodded her head without giving a moments thought as to the consequences. Jack, seeing how she was getting turned on, pressed home his advantage. He told her that if she too modelled in a similar fashion to the model in the pictures, he was convinced that it would open many more doors for her. And look at the advantages, you got paid well for taking erotic pictures which, in all likelihood, you will enjoy, and it opens up a new more legitimate modelling career to you. And if truth be told, this route was one of the most common means for advancement for female models and actresses these days. Debbie, who was still looking at the pictures and had not looked up at Jack, again nodded her head in agreement. Jack continued. He told her that before she made her mind up, maybe she should practice the kind of things the Club would expect her to do. Again she nodded her head, still paying more attention to what the model was doing than what Jack was saying and all the while she silently wondering what it would be like to be the one taking the caning and whether she, a conservative upper class housewife could take such a beating. Debbie darkly and secretly desperately hoped so... As she thought these dark thoughts, she heard Jack order her to put the pictures down, walk over to the couch that was directly opposite him and where she would find a box. She was to sit down, open the box and wait for further instructions. Without thinking, she again nodded her head, still looking at the pictures utterly engrossed in seeing this young girl be a sex slave for Jack. But this time Jack screamed out her name and told her to pay attention. He would not tolerate a woman who did not concentrate when he was speaking. She immediately apologised. She then realised what he had said and what she had agreed to. It was true, she had not really being paying attention to him. But seeing the stern way that Jack was looking at her, she was too afraid to disagree and disobey him now. Also, her pussy was so wet, her body was in no position to resist him and, in any event, no harm could come from being showed what was expected from a Platinum Club Model. Could it? So, hands still shaking, she put the photos back on the table and walked over to the black leather couch. On it was a white box and she sat down next to it. As ordered, she picked it up and opened it. Inside she saw a huge black dildo! She screamed out in horror. She had never used a dildo before! Jack told her to take it out. Instinctively, she obeyed. She felt that by being alone with this domineering, big man, she had no choice but to obey him. So, hands trembling, she reached inside and brought out the 12 inch dildo. Jack then told her to suck it. She obeyed. She put the dildo in her mouth and started to suck it. She managed to get about three inches in, which is all she ever managed with her husband, and gave it a good lick. Jack told her to suck more, today she should suck at least half, in time, he told her, she would learn to suck more. She obeyed. Another three inches went in and now she had 6 in total. Jack then told her to use one of her hands to play with her big married tits. She obeyed. She noticed how hard and long her nipples were. She had never known them to be so hard before. She flicked them and quietly moaned. She found it extraordinary that it was so easy for her to obey this man and to follow every one of his dark orders. Indeed, the more he asked her to do, the hotter she became. What was happening, she wondered? After a minute or so of sucking and tit playing, Jack stood up, erection still proudly thrusting up against his trousers and calmly walked over to stand directly in front of Debbie. He was now just a few feet away from where she was sitting and his close, towering presence intimidated her even further. It made it crystal clear to her that he expected her to follow every one of his orders. If she dared to disobey, what could she do with this big, cold man so close to her? There was now no one left to help her, all avenues of escape had been closed. She was trapped and at this man's mercy. Jack who was now looked down at the bitch with an angry, determined look, told her to spread her legs so that he could get a good look at her pussy. She obeyed. She looked up at Jack terrified. She was terrified at what he might do if she disobeyed, and equally terrified at what he might do if she obeyed (with her legs spread wide open there was nothing stopping him from dropping to his knees, taking his big cock out of his pants and raping her pussy. And there was little she could do to prevent it.) Despite knowing this, she slowly spread her legs, carried on sucking the dildo and played with her tits. And as her legs slowly parted, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy, she still could not quite believe that, this happily married housewife was actually doing these disgusting, degrading things! She told herself it was because she had no choice, it was out of fear for the consequences of disobeying this man rather than because was actually taking any extreme, perverse pleasure from it all. Of course, the truth was a combination of the two. She had no choice but to obey, but it was also the case that she was taking a great deal of perverse pleasure from being forced to do whatever Jack told her. And, as she opened her legs, these true feelings betrayed her as the sound of a hot, wet pussy being opened up was clearly audible to Jack. It was now apparent to all that this kind of intimidating, non-consent type of situation appealed to this conservative housewife and Debbie, now finally recognising the truth of what she had become, groaned out loud. Jack, seeing what was happening to her, did not want to slow things down and told her to insert the dildo into her pussy. She obeyed. Debbie, who was now utterly immersed in the role of subservient whore, without hesitation followed this, lewd, disgusting request. At first she could only get the tip in, so big and wide was the dildo. But, by using two hands and applying a little force, she managed to insert three inches. When she did, she screamed out and came. She came not only because of the dildo, but more importantly because she was being forced to act like a wanton whore in front of this cruel, cold man. A man, whom she hardly knew, but from whom she was now apparently willing to accept the most disgusting orders. Jack licked his lips and told her to insert more of the dildo into her naughty, married pussy. She obeyed. Still hot with desire, notwithstanding cumming, she managed to shove another three inches in. She was now panting out loud. She looked up at her cruel tormentor, desperately hoping for some kind of recognition for her achievement. Of course, none was forthcoming. He just stared down at her in that same, cold determined manner and told her to get more of his dildo into her pussy. He was still not satisfied. She obeyed. Another three inches were inserted making a total of nine. Still Jack was unsatisfied and told her to insert all of his dildo in to her dirty, married pussy. She obeyed. And now this poor wife, who was screaming out loud, both in pain and pleasure, had 12 inches of big, black dildo in her once innocent pussy. She had never used a dildo before but, judging by her reaction, this had clearly been a mistake. Jack then told her to fuck herself with it. She obeyed. She used both hands to fuck herself and, as she did, her big luscious tits bounced up and down in delight. Jack told her to use one of her hands to play with her tits but to continue to fuck herself with the other. She obeyed. On seeing this transformation of an innocent, good little housewife into a subservient whore, Jack confidently removed his throbbing cock from his pants and started to wank himself off for some much needed relief. On seeing this, Debbie screamed out in horror. Jack's giant cock was now just a couple of feet away from her and it looked terrifying. She started to ask herself some searching questions. How had she, in such a short space of time, allowed this cruel man to dominate her so completely that he felt confident enough to remove his penis, no cock, from his pants and allow him take his gratification so blatantly in front of her? And how could she allow herself to abuse herself like this in front of a man she hardly knew? She would never agree to act like this in front of her husband, nor would she ever allow him to masturbate over her, so why was she willing to do it for Jack? The answer, which was too terrifying for the poor bitch to fully accept, was that she was a subservient whore who was prepared to degrade and abuse herself, and allow others to abuse themselves over her, provided that the situation was right. Which meant in essence that if a man of sufficient power and persuasion was the instigator, and that he, or should she say Master, created enough fear and dominance over Debbie, she would be prepared to commit acts that, in the normal course of affairs, she would never contemplate but in this situation, was quite happy to countenance. This thought truly terrified her and Debbie responded by fucking herself even harder. The shock at what she had become, rather than make her stop, actually drover her on to further pleasure her Master. Her lovely tits bounced up and down as she thrust the dildo in and out of her tight pussy. The pain and pleasure cursing through her body was immense, she was now screaming out in pleasure and tears poured down her eyes in response to the pain. She looked up at the cruel face of Jack, desperate for some sort of recognition at what she was doing for him. Of course none was forthcoming and he merely grimaced as he furiously wanked himself off. Jack who was also panting out loud, asked her whether she wanted to become a model for The Platinum Club? She replied that she did. He asked her whether she would be prepared to model whatever he asked her to model. She replied that she did. He asked whether she was prepared to model an outfit like the one the model had modelled for him all those years ago, to be tied up, whipped and abused. She replied that she did. He asked her whether she was prepared to serve him and the other members? She replied that she did. He then asked her if she wanted to be a whore for the club. So overcome with desire, she replied that she did. He then told her to kneel on the floor, but to keep fucking herself with her dildo. She obeyed. As she looked up at him with those beautiful, big pleading eyes, he pointed his massive dick at her face and moved it so that it was just a couple of inches away. He then asked her whether she was a dirty fucking whore? She screamed out yes! He then told her to call herself a dirty fucking whore. She did. And when she did, Jack could not control himself any longer and he came, spraying copious amounts of his thick, creamy spunk all over her lovely face, calling her a dirty fucking whore. Debbie looked up at him, allowing her beautiful innocent face to be covered with his spunk. And as he cruelly abused her in this horrific fashion, she came as strongly as she had ever cum in her young life. The very idea that she had allowed this man to cum all over her face was all too much for this housewife and she happily sunk deeper into this man's dark world of depravity... Once both of them had finished cumming, Jack looked down at the bitch, her face covered in his spunk, there was so much of the stuff that some of it was dribbling down her chin and on to the floor. He told her to clean herself by rubbing his spunk into her face. A Whore is Born Ch. 04 One week later Debbie arrived at the designated address. It was a huge Georgian mansion located in the heart of Mayfair, London's most expensive district. The house was one of those white, stucco fronted buildings with grand white pillars on either side. It reeked of money and power. Debbie climbed up the stairs, nervously rang the door bell and again asked herself why she had come here... After she had been summarily dismissed from Jack's studio a week ago, she had spent most of the next six days in a complete state of turmoil. What was she to do? Although she had behaved in such a wanton fashion and had agreed to become a whore for the Platinum Club, none of it was binding on her. She still had time to walk away. All there existed was some fairly risqué pictures of her which, even if her husband saw, she could laugh off as a one off and there would be no issue. There were no pictures, as far as she was aware, of her playing with that huge dildo or of being covered in Jack's spunk. However she was aware that, any further involvement with this cruel, ruthless man, and she could be well and truly trapped. Initially she decided that she would have no further dealings with Jack or his club, she put it down to a one off, born out of the sexual frustration that was generated by her husband's months of continued absence. She felt like that on day 1, after her session in the studio. Day 2, she had similar feelings but was beginning to wonder why Jack had not called her so that she could tell him where to go? She now had a slow burning itch in her pussy. Day 3, the itch in her pussy was getting even more intense and she was still wondering why Jack had not called? Maybe he did not need to use her body after all? Maybe he had found her body unsatisfactory? These thoughts sent waves of disappointment through the wannabe whore. Day 4, her pussy was now dripping wet and she was desperate to speak to Jack. To alleviate her tension, she decided to try and replicate fucking herself with a dildo by inserting the handle of her hairbrush up her tight cunt. Day 5, she was now so hot and horny for some news that she needed something bigger than a hairbrush so she went out and bought her first dildo. She spent all day fucking herself with it, waiting for Jack's call. By evening, exhausted and desperate for any news that indicated that she was still wanted, she decided to email Jack telling him they needed to talk. Day 6, and at 9pm Jack finally called. By this time she was beside herself. She had again fucked herself all day with the dildo but this time she had done it by watching some hardcore BDSM p0rn that she had bought. She had never bought a p0rn DVD in her life before, but she now somehow needed to recreate the kind of filthy atmosphere that the brilliant Jack had created for her the other day. When she answered the phone, he did not allow her to speak and instead ordered her to be at a certain address at 7pm sharp tomorrow. Delighted to still be wanted, she agreed and went upstairs to carry on fucking herself with her dildo. Day 7, Sunday, and there was Debbie, despite her better judgment, at the appointed address at the appointed time, ready and available for The Platinum Club to do with as they pleased. The door was answered by Jack. He was wearing black chinos and a white shirt. He greeted Debbie warmly, in a way that an old uncle might greet his niece by kissing her on both cheeks and gently shaking her by her hand. You would never have guessed that, just seven days ago, he had cum all over this lady's face. When she entered the house he took her coat. He had given her no orders as to what to wear so Debbie, who had come directly from 6pm mass at a nearby church, had dressed in her normal, conservative, Jackie O sort of way. She wore a one piece all blue dress which came to her knees, a pair of sensible blue shoes and a matching white pearl necklace and earrings. She looked every bit the conservative religious housewife that she was supposed to be, and had been an hour before when she had attended evening church. She was aware that if Jack was to have his way, as he surely would, she was going to transform herself into something very different very soon. Jack looked on, said nothing and just smiled. He could see how classy and well turned out she was and wondered whether anyone else knew what a dirty bitch this beautiful lady really was? Probably no one outside the Club he happily thought. Certainly not her poor, deluded husband whom he knew was off fighting in Iraq, completely oblivious to the naughty antics of his hot, horny wife. Debbie stood there nervously looking up into Jack's smiling face, waiting to see what would happen next. Jack did not leave her waiting for too long and informed her that, for today's shoot, her first as a model for the Platinum Club, they needed to go downstairs into the basement. So, after hanging her coat up on a nearby stand, he led her down. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they were standing in a dimly lit corridor at which on either side there were two doors. Debbie then looked down and saw that the floors were not carpeted and just consisted of a cold, dark brown stone. She then saw that the walls were exactly the same as the floor. The whole ambience of the place was not warm or welcoming. It did not resemble any basement that she had been in before. It was more like a dungeon... Jack then pointed towards one of the doors and told Debbie that that was her changing room. She was to go inside and put on exactly what was there for her. When she was ready, she was to come directly into this room (Jack pointed towards the door opposite her changing room) where the "shoot" was to take place. She had 10 minutes to get ready. Failure to comply with any of these instructions would lead to an immediate termination in proceedings and they would never do business again. So Debbie, with much nervousness and trepidation, slowly walled towards her changing room. She was now terrified at being in this place, this dungeon, but she also knew that her body demanded that she go through with whatever it was that Jack had in mind for her... 9 minutes 55 seconds later... Debbie entered the room. Inside she found that the walls and floor consisted of the same dark, brown flooring that was in the corridor. The room was completely sparse and there appeared to be no furniture in it whatsoever. What Debbie could see, however, were four big lamps. They were huge and almost touched the high ceiling. These were lamps that you would often find in a photography/film studio and were used to enhance the light. However in this dark, dingy room, the lamps actually provided the only source of light. They had been placed in the middle of the room but in four separate corners, as if they were each placed at the corner of an imaginary square. The light from each lamp was then directed into the middle of this imaginary square so it was all focussing in on the exact same spot. And in that very spot stood Jack, arms folded, waiting for his prey. Debbie immediately walked towards him, extremely conscience of her outfit and what he would make of it, for she knew that Jack had seen another person wear something very very similar. The young famous model that was in the pictures that Jack had showed to her the other day! Debbie, like the famous British model, was wearing black six inch high heel boots with a gold ring attached to the inside of each boot, black silk stockings with suspenders which were attached to a tight black leather corset. The corset was tiny and came to rest at the bottom of her huge 34-D tits which were, as a result, completely exposed. And as she walked over to Jack, with much difficulty since she had never worn boots with such a high heel before, her huge tits wobbled deliciously with each step. Jack stood there, watching this half naked beauty make her way towards him, feeling smugly satisfied with his work. Just a few minutes ago this rich, conservative housewife, who had previously been nothing but utterly faithful to her husband of eighteen years and who had no incline of the depravity that his wife was now in, had come to his house dressed, just like many other rich, conservative housewives (probably in all Channel or Armani). And from the Club's recent investigations of her, he knew that she would have just attended the Mass being held at a nearby church. No doubt she prayed, took blessings and sacraments from the good Farther with her other rich friends. After the service, she probably would have mingled with them and talked about some sort of forthcoming charity event or dinner party. Their children would have cropped up, their well being and their education. And after this inane chatting, they would have parted, kissed each other on each cheek and promised to meet up at the next coffee morning. Then, all would have left, headed back home where their husbands and family would be waiting for them and where they would all have had a loving, evening dinner. All that is except Debbie. Debbie of course had chosen to be here, in this dark, dingy dungeon, dressed like a sex slave with Jack, her new Master and the man who was no doubt going to punish her when she should really have been back at home with her daughter and on the phone to her husband making sure he was safe fighting terrorists. When she got to Jack, she stopped just a foot or so sway from him. Jack said nothing, other than to look down, nod his head and lick his lips, obviously satisfied with the stunning transformation of this conservative beauty. Debbie meanwhile looked down submissively at the floor, too embarrassed to look up at the man she knew was about to punish her, just as he had punished that young model all those years ago. She knew what was in store for her the moment she had entered the changing room and saw the outfit that had been laid out. She could have escaped there and then, she doubted Jack needed to keep her here by force. Such a man would have had lots of pussy at his disposal, so he wouldn't have had to go to the effort of forcing her to stay. Not when there were women out there, like herself, who would come here voluntarily. Debbie then, for some unknown reason other than the whole place and circumstance somehow compelled her to do it, put her hands behind her back and thrust her tits out towards him. It was the classic submissive pose for a bitch whenever she was in the presence of her Master. And it did not go unnoticed by Jack who immediately responded by reaching out with both hands and grabbing her succulent tit flesh. When he did, Debbie groaned. This was now real, aggressive, physical contact with another man. Everything that had gone on before had not involved direct contact but she now knew that she really was operating at another level. A level where men would take what they wanted, without asking, and without any regard to the woman's feelings. Jack began to roughly squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. When he did, for the first time since she had entered this room, she looked up at her new Master and saw that he had a look of pure evil determination about him. He was no longer smiling and looked like a man who wanted to hurt and punish her. She began to groan out louder, loving the rough, cruel treatment being meted out. Jack responded by taking his hands off her tits and instead began to cruelly slap them. Each tit would get a hard, firm slap from his big hand. Still, no words had been exchanged between the two of them, yet Debbie somehow knew exactly what was expected of her: to serve and please her Master. After a couple of minutes of tit slapping, when Debbie's groans seemed to get louder and louder, Jack suddenly stopped. He still had an angry look of determination, but seemed to be conscience about something else. He then turned his head to look behind him, nodded, and then looked back at Debbie. However, he did not resume his tit slapping, which Debbie had hoped for, but instead walked away without uttering a word. Debbie was left standing there, hands still clasped behind her back. Her tits, now a deep shade of red from the slapping, heaved up and down and she was in a small state of confusion. What, or who, was her Master nodding at and why had he walked away? Foolishly Debbie had assumed they were alone in this dungeon. She was about to discover that she was wrong. Once Jack had left, she now had an unobstructed view of what was in front of her. However, because of the bright lights that were beaming down on her, she found it difficult to see beyond them. And, because the room was so big, and she was standing in the middle, this further hindered her view of what was at the back of the room. Without taking any steps forward -- she had not been ordered to do so -- she leaned her head forward a little in order to try and make out what, if anything, lay in front of her. Straining her eyes, she could now see smoke coming from the back of the room. Then she noticed the smell. It was cigar smoke, expensive, Cuban cigar smoke, unmistakable. Belonging to a family of some wealth, she had been around enough men who smoked cigars to recognise an expensive Cohiba. Now where there was a cigar, there would be someone smoking it. She looked down. At first she could not see anything, but, after a few moments, when her eyes adjusted a little to the light, she could make out the outline of two men! Oh my God, she screamed to herself, she was not alone! This was terrible. And there was more, for, in addition to the men, she could also tell that there were two women, one on each of the men's lap. Debbie was truly horrified. She had not expected this. She had expected her first shoot, as a model of The Platinum Club, to be alone, just with Jack, where he would punish her and then cum all over her, just as he had done before. And then maybe, in later shoots, other members would be introduced. But not in her first shoot. Not dressed like this, waiting to be punished. But this sudden revelation did not cause Debbie to leave. That thought did not enter her head. She had agreed to come here, to serve at the pleasure of Jack and that is exactly what she was going to do. However, she did want to try and see a little more of what was going on ahead of her. But she still could not see clearly, so bright were the lights shining down on her, as such, she could not make out any of the faces, either of the men or the women. The men's faces were obscured, not only by the darkness ahead, but also by the cigar smoke and the fact that each woman had leant back into her man, put her arms around his neck and was kissing their neck or cheek. They were also stroking their man's face, it was as if they were paying homage to them. She could however tell that each man was wearing a dark, business suit. They also looked old. They were probably distinguished, rich men who were here to enjoy the show. She then saw that each man had a hand on their woman's leg and was stroking it. Each woman had on a ridiculously short mini skirt, and what looked like black hose but, as one of the man's hands went up one of the woman's legs, she noted that it came to rest on naked flesh. Of course, the women were both wearing stockings. The hands of the men were actually the most visible thing to her since they were that bit closer and there was no cigar smoke obstructing her view. She then noted that one of the man's hand, that had risen up to play with the naked flesh, was not white but black! Debbie, if possible, was even more shocked. She had little or no contact with the black community and to discover that she was displaying her lovely, white body to a black man was another shock on top of numerous other shocks that day. She then looked at the man sitting next to the black one to see if he too was black. She could not be sure until he put his hand on his girl's leg and, when it reached the flesh above her stockings, she was relieved to see that his hand was white. For poor Debbie, that was something. There were also the faint sounds of male laughter and conversation emanating from the back of the room. Then she heard the sound of girly giggles. Clearly all were enjoying themselves, probably at her expense. This was humiliating for the rich, upper class Debbie. She was a lady that was used to being invited to the opening nights of London's premier operas and plays, sitting in the best seats and wearing the finest clothes and jewellery. She was not, however, used to standing in dark basements, dressed like a sex slave, there for the amusement of people she did not know or could not really see. This was humiliation on a scale not tolerated normally by Britain's elite. Unless of course they were horny dirty sluts, that is. Despite feeling degraded and humbled by her current predicament, the poor lady also felt turned on. She could not explain it. She could make the case for feeling aroused in the presence of a tall, hansom man like Jack. But in front of these people, including other women, well, that was igniting in her dark feelings of sexual arousal that she previously thought never existed. What kind of woman was she, she wondered? How much more of this degrading treatment could she endure? And enjoy? As Debbie mulled this over, she could tell that there was movement up ahead. She saw that both women had got up from the laps of their respective men, no doubt after taking instructions from them, and were walking towards her. They walked with a confident swagger, by swaying their hips with each step in the manner of a fashion model. In a matter of just a few seconds both girls had walked into the "square of light" that Debbie was standing in and, Debbie, for the first time, managed to get a better look at each of the girls. On first inspection, they looked slightly younger than her, possibly in their late 20s or early 30s. They both had short, cropped black hair. One was the split of Uma Thurman as she was in Pulp Fiction and the other Cate Blanchett as she currently looks in Indiana Jones IV. As such, they were both stunning. In addition to the same, severe, short, black hair, they also wore identical outfits. They had on leather boots, heels slightly smaller than Debbie's at around five inches, but their boots did not have rings on them; a tiny, pleated black mini skirt, which flared up at the bottom and did nothing to protect much of their arse's from being on display; a crisp white shirt and of course, the obligatory black stockings and suspenders. Their breasts were big, slightly smaller than Debbie's at probably around a 34C and it was clear that neither were wearing bras. Debbie knew this because a few buttons of their shirt had been undone revealing their vast expanse of cleavage. Once they had got to where Debbie was standing, each of them took a place on either side of the stationary wife and stood at a 45 degree angle to her. They then both put their hands on their hips and looked at her. Debbie remained motionless, hands still behind her back, tits still thrust forward. This was pure theatre and obviously put on for the pleasure of the men at the back of the room, who remained seating, smoking and laughing. For several seconds, the stunning women just looked up and down at the equally stunning housewife. They both licked their lips, admiring the goods on offer. Debbie meanwhile was in an utter state of turmoil, she looked at the beautiful women who were just now inches away from her. They were stunning, classy ladies, not common tarts or whores, but ladies of real substance who, like herself, were somehow caught up in this dark, dangerous world. She looked down at their hands and saw that each of them had on a big diamond engagement ring. They were married, like her. And now, standing so close to them, she could get a better look at their faces, which were staring at her intensely as they smiled and licked their lips. A Whore is Born Ch. 04 And as Debbie looked at them, she thought, for a moment, that she could recognise them. Surely she would not know the women who were happily standing there, enjoying paying witness to her humiliating treatment? Arms still clasped behind her back, she moved her head closer to get a better look. She looked at one of them in the eyes and slowly, but ever so surely, the full horror of what was happening to her, hit her. My God, she did know this girl! Immediately she turned to her right to look at the second girl, and again, in a matter of just a few seconds, she realised that she knew the other! Her mouth dropped in horror. She tried to speak, but found that no words could come out of her mouth, so paralysed was she with how events were spiralling out of control. She found that she had no idea what she would say. She initially wanted to apologise for being there, that she was not really a slut and please do not tell her husband about all this. She felt that there could be a real risk that her deviant behaviour would be revealed to the public by these women, resulting in the end of her marriage and the collapse of her social standing. One of the women, the Uma Thurman look alike then put one of her fingers to her mouth to indicate to Debbie that she should be quiet. It was as if she could see what was going through Debbie's mind and wanted her to remain silent, and calm. It then occurred to Debbie that, of course her secret was safe, for any of these girls to be able to reveal the goings on in this dungeon, they would have to admit that they were there too, resulting in the exact same consequences for them as would result for Debbie. Relief poured through her as she realised that her fate was tied up with theirs and in all probability she was perfectly safe. She looked again at the beautiful women, neither of whom were actually very good friends of Debbie's and tried to take in The woman to her left, the Uma Thurman look-alike, was called Penelope. Penelope was the daughter of a rich industrialist, she was aged 29, and had married a rich hedge fund owner of similar age. The woman to her right, Felicity, the Cate Blanchett look-alike, was slightly older, at 31, the daughter of a leading politician and, like Debbie, was married to an army officer who was currently away fighting in Afghanistan. It was clear to Debbie that neither of these women's husbands was here today. And like Debbie, they were unfaithful, dirty whores. Debbie had met Felicity and Penelope at a number of social functions, and in particular charity events. Like Debbie, they were each, polite, charming and every bit the good old fashion English lady. Or at least, that was what they were pretending to be. They had gone to the best colleges and had married well. They were part of the British establishment and would often be photographed in the press, attending Royal and charity functions. But like Debbie, underneath that veneer of high society respectability, they had been caught by the web of cunningness that is The Platinum Cub and had fulfilled their destiny by becoming dirty fucking whores. Back in the dungeon, Penelope was the first to move by taking few steps to her right and standing in front of Debbie. She then gently stroked her face, moved her head forward and kissed her, forcing Debbie's mouth open to allow her tongue to enter. This was the first time that Debbie had ever been kissed by another woman and she found the whole experience strangely satisfying. She instantly found that a woman's kiss was gentle and tender. They had a different taste to men, like strawberries almost. She instinctively reacted by pushing her tongue out, meeting Penelope's. Penelope then brought her hands on to Debbie's still outthrust tits and gently stroked the flesh, which was still raw and tender from its slapping. As she did, Debbie groaned through Penelope's mouth, loving the attention her poor abused breasts were receiving from this kind, gentle lady. This went on for a minute or so before Felicity made her move and came to stand next to the embracing couple. It was as if she had come to break things up and, to Debbie's regret, this is what happened for Penelope immediately stopped kissing her. Pity, Debbie thought... Fortunately for her, things were not at an end. Penelope moved to one side to allow Felicity to move closer and then both women lowered their heads and each began to each suck on one of Debbie huge nipples. Debbie looked down on them as they paid homage to her lovely big red breasts. They were so gentle and caring, she had never experienced anything like it before. She allowed her hands to come out from behind her back as she thrust her tits towards her lovers mouths. Their hands then snaked behind Debbie and began to lovingly caress each cheek of her gorgeous, pert behind. This was all too much for the poor housewife and she began to pant out loud, she was sooo close... Their sweet ministrations went on for a little while and, as time progressed, Debbie's panting became louder and louder. It was not long before she was making sounds that would normally be associated with an animal rather than a human being. And just as it seemed like the poor bitch was about to cum, the ladies stopped and suddenly stood up. It was as if they knew that they were not allowed to give the bitch an orgasm. They stood directly in front of her and cheekily smiled, it was like they were telling her that she was a naughty little tart who was not yet allowed to cum. She in turn had a pleading look about her, not wanting her first lesb!an experience to end in an anticlimax. It was Penelope who shook her head and sweetly smiled, just as a parent would when admonishing a young child when they had misbehaved. Then Felicity walked around to stand to the right of Debbie, still not a single word had been spoken between the three high society ladies. Felicity then crouched down on to her knees, reached over and gently grabbed hold of Debbie's left boot and pulled it towards her. Wearing six inch boots meant that Debbie was in real danger of losing her balance, so she was initially reluctant to allow her boot to be dragged away. However Penelope, aware of this, moved forward and grabbed hold of Debbie's shoulder to provide her with some support. When she did, it was much easier for Felicity to take her boot and bring it towards her. As her leg was being pulled to her right, Debbie looked down to see what was going on. Once her boot was about two feet away from her other leg, she saw that to the left of her boot, just beside her inside ankle, she could see a long gold chain that had been drilled into the floor. It then occurred to her that they were beginning the process of restraining her just like the model had been in those pictures! Debbie looked into Penelope's eyes, fear radiating from her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Penelope reacted quickly and put her finger over Debbie's mouth and looked at her in a sweet, scolding way. Again words were unnecessary, Penelope's shaking head said it all. Debbie's words were neither sought, nor needed. Debbie was there of her own choice and she knew what would happen to her if she remained. Complaining and pleading now would be a waste of time bearing in mind the proceedings had started. Before she knew it, she heard a click. She looked down and saw that Felicity had attached her boot to the gold chain on the floor. It had started. There was now well and truly no escape. Felicity then got up, walked over to the other side and repeated the process with her left boot. Once that was attached, Debbie's legs were now spread wide by about four feet. And in those ridiculously high boots, if it wasn't for Penelope's support, she surely would have toppled over. Felicity then came over to stand with Penelope in front of Debbie. Felicity then grabbed hold of her left arm and raised it towards the ceiling. Debbie looked up and she could see, hanging down a few feet in front of her, two thick brown ropes which were about two feet apart from each other. Then, with impressive speed, Felicity began to tie the rope expertly around her left wrist. The type of knot used by Felicity suggested that Debbie would not escape easily. The process was repeated with her right wrist. Once this was done, Debbie was secure and she no longer required support from Penelope, who moved a few paces away from her in order to admire their work. There she saw Debbie, dressed in black boots, stockings, suspenders, corset, her legs forcibly spread wide open by her boots being attached to rings in the floor; she was then forced to lean forward, with her back at around a 45 degree angle to her legs, by having her wrists tied to rope hanging directly in front of her. It was a classic pose for a submissive bitch and one that Debbie had seen before. But still the girls were not finished. Felicity, who had momentarily moved behind Debbie and had disappeared into the darkness, returned holding what appeared to be a red ball gag. She then stood in front of the restrained beauty and looked down at her. Quickly, and suddenly, she bent down and gave the panting beauty a long, passionate, loving kiss. It was like one last kiss before they said goodbye. And then, just as suddenly as she had started, Felicity broke away from her loving embrace and, with the speed and efficiency that only came to an expert, she tied the ball gag around Debbie's face and secured it into her mouth. Now she was well and truly restrained. Then, all of a sudden, Debbie began to thrash about wildly. Panic had, for the first time that day, well and truly set it. It had dawned on her that she was now in no position to escape and, with the ball gag firmly secured in her mouth, it also meant that no one could no hear her scream or cry out for help. She could be tortured, raped or even killed, and no one would hear a thing. This was certainly not what she had signed up for. She looked up at the ropes tying her wrists and began to tug on them, trying to set herself free. She moved her legs, but her boots were securely chained to the floor. There was no escape. She then looked up towards Penelope and Felicity and, whilst thrashing away, began to scream and cry out, all of which was muffled by the ball gag which was proving to be very useful. Meanwhile Penelope and Felicity stood next to each other, directly opposite Debbie, each had put an arm around the others waist and they smiled sweetly, satisfied with what they had achieved and delighted to see the poor lady in so much distress. It was what they had wanted and been ordered to do. They knew that no real harm would ever come to Debbie, this was not the purpose of The Platinum Club. Sure, the Club was designed for the gratification of old, perverted men, but Snuff, or any real physical harm, well that was strictly off the agenda. However whipping and spanking was definitely high on the agenda. But before Debbie's punishment could begin, Penelope and Felicity, in addition to being given strict orders to restrain her, had also been ordered to entertain their Masters. And by "entertain" they knew exactly what that meant. Still standing within the "square of light" created by the four lamps, Penelope and Felicity were clearly visible to their Masters sitting behind them. Debbie was still thrashing away, making muffled screams into her gag. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she looked for her way out of her terrible predicament. She seemed to be looking around, in the vain hope for someone to release her, not knowing that her actions were providing her audience with the maximum of pleasure. After a minute or so of this, and when Penelope and Felicity saw that tears were pouring down the poor bitch's lovely face, they decided they would try and help her forget what was happening to her. They turned their heads to face each other and kissed. It was a loving, slow kiss. They then slightly broke away but only so that they could stick their tongues out of their mouth and flick them on to each other. And Debbie, on seeing this, slowly began to stop her thrashing and started to focus on what was happening in front of her. The eroticism of the scene had inevitably brought about in her some calmness to. She was still completely terrified, but at least now she had something to take her mind off her own predicament. Their kissing went on for a while. Penelope and Felicity turned away from Debbie so that they faced each other. As they kissed, they tenderly stroked each other's face. Hands then moved down so that they could cup each others arse under their small, pleated black miniskirt. They gently caressed each firm cheek. This was tender love making, sweet girl-on-girl action that appealed to virtually all men. Especially their Masters who were the principle beneficiaries of their performance, and it presented a nice contrast to the dark nature of Debbie's situation. But, like all great entertainers, Penelope and Felicity knew when to move on so as not to bore their audience. They broke off from their kissing to look lovingly at each other. Penelope, who was standing to Debbie's left (and as such their Masters right) brought her hands over Felicity's big, heaving bosom and gently stroked each big tit. They were still covered by the thin, white cotton blouse, but their size and outline were clearly visible due to the shirts transparency. And under the glare of the spotlights, this transparency was even more pronounced as such, you could also clearly make out her thrusting big fat brown nipples which seemed as if they would, at any moment, burst through the thin material. Penelope gently stroked Felicity's tits and then started to pinch her nipples. Felicity just looked back at her, mouth open, panting. They may have been forced to entertain, but that clearly did not stop them revelling in their Master's perversion. As Penelope continued to stroke Felicity's tits, Debbie hoped that she would reveal them to her audience. She was not to be disappointed. After 30 seconds or so, Penelope's hands worked their way up to Felicity's neck. She caressed it for a few seconds before moving down and, ever so carefully, opened the first button on her blouse, which, due to the pressure being exerted by the size of her tits, seemed to almost ping open of its own accord. Penelope moved down the blouse carefully opening each button and as she did she again gently kissed Felicity on her mouth. Once all the buttons had been opened, she stopped kissing Felicity and opened her shirt. The audience now had a profile view of Felicity's big, heaving tits and, even from this angle, their size, firmness and general lusciousness was clearly apparent. Felicity now grabbed hold of Penelope's face and started to bring it down towards her breasts. Penelope in turn took a few steps back, in order to get a better position, spread her leg, thrust her arse out, and allowed Felicity to guide her mouth onto her right tit. She then opened her mouth and gently began to suck on the nipple. Her right hand meanwhile moved over and began to caress her other exposed tit, stroking it and pinching the nipple. Felicity, both hands still on Penelope's head, threw her head back, opened her mouth and groaned in obvious delight. After a while, Penelope moved her head over to other tit for some similar sucking action. And it did not take too long before Felicity's panting was beginning to sound more like the animal grunts that Debbie had been making only moments before. As Penelope tenderly sucked and stroked her lover's breasts, one of her hands, moved behind Felicity to the back of her skirt, where she gracefully and quickly unbuttoned it. In a light flutter, Felicity's tiny micro mini fell to the floor. Debbie, thoroughly transfixed by the lesbian action, was now completely motionless, her hysterics of a few minutes before just a distant memory and, instead of screaming into her ball gag, she was now groaning in delight. Her pussy was dribbling love juices down her thighs, some even dripped on to the floor, so copious was the amount that she was producing. How she wished that she was one of the girl's in front of her. Maybe if she survived today, and proved herself a dutiful model for her Masters, she too could be so lucky... With her skirt removed, Debbie could see all of Felicity's lovely long legs. Of course she wore the uniform of all Platinum Club sluts, stockings, suspenders tied to a suspender belt. Debbie then noted that she was not wearing any panties, g-string or otherwise. Maybe the men had removed them before, when they had fucked her? She groaned at the thought of this, this respectable woman of high society being unfaithful with an older, cruel man... After Penelope had removed her skirt, Felicity decided to remove her blouse, which she let drop down on to the floor with her skirt. She was now just wearing her black boots and lingerie. With her tits still being lovingly serviced, she was close to cumming. In order to expedite her pleasure, and the proceedings (she knew there was still much to get through) she pushed Penelope's head further down, down towards her wet pussy. Penelope obediently dropped to her knees and started to lick Felicity's clit. Felicity kept both hands on Penelope's head, guiding her towards her clit. Her head lolled from side to side, her eyes were closed and she was now screaming out in delight. She was so close to cumming and it would not take Penelope too long to bring her there. And, true enough, after a few moments, when Felicity began to shove her groin into Penelope's face, she threw her head back and her screams reached a high, pitched level, her audience knew that she had finally cum, and cum hard. It took a minute or so before Felicity's orgasm subsided. Once she had stopped groaning and released Penelope's head, Penelope rose up from her kneeling position and once more stood, face to face with her lover. Felicity then began to gently stroke her face, just as Penelope had done with her. It seemed that Felicity was going to reciprocate the same sweet, loving attention that she had been the beneficiary of. But then that suddenly all changed. Felicity, with impressive speed, removed her hand from her cheek and, in one vicious movement, slapped Penelope across her face, leaving a huge red mark on her left cheek. Penelope screamed out, genuinely in anguish and shock at what had just happened. She brought her hand up to clasp her left cheek as she looked at Felicity, pleading to know what had just happened. But Felicity had not finished, for, with her left hand, she repeated the slapping on Penelope's right cheek, this time though, the slap was even harder, and louder. Again Penelope, screamed out, and now she was clasping both cheeks, looking genuinely confused and terrified. Debbie, looked on, also with bemusement. She had not expected this. She, like Penelope, had expected the same, warm tender love making that she had just witnessed, and enjoyed. What Debbie did not know, and nor did Penelope, was that earlier in the day, Felicity had been given strict orders by one of her Masters to punish Penelope for a breaking one of the Club's cardinal rules. You see Penelope, who had earlier that day been collected by her Master and Club member (and who was actually the unknown white man sat at the back of the room), had been given strict instructions as to what to wear. This was standard practice for all the Club's bitch's whenever they were going to be servicing one of their Master's. Indeed, the outfit had been mailed to her earlier in the week with strict instructions to wear exactly what was inside and nothing else. When she had received it, she had carefully hidden it away from her loving husband, the hedge fund owner, who of course had no idea of Debbie's secret dark life. A Whore is Born Ch. 04 Penelope, who had been a servant of the Club for a number of years now, knew the rules well and the consequences of breaking them. As such, she always followed them to the letter, making sure she wore, and did, exactly what she was told. Today, Sunday, was the day that she had been ordered to make herself available for the Club and wear the designated items. Before she got herself ready, she had been to afternoon church with her husband, who was then off to visit his parents. Penelope had been able to excuse herself, claiming an evening church function, which her husband had accepted since she went on so many these days (most were now a ruse for Club duties) and which he accepted as a necessary part of life for devout Christians. When she got home, she took off her Church outfit, which consisted of flesh coloured stocking, suspenders, g-string and a simple, blue Channel dress. (The lingerie that she wore these days always complied with Club regulations since it had become a force of habit for her to dress like a slut and she wore them without even giving it a moments thought). When she removed her clothes, she dumped them in a pile on the bed. She then rushed over to her closet, where she had secretly hidden the package sent to her by the Club, opened it and threw all the items on to the bed next to her Sunday garb. Running late, she then ran off to the shower to get herself ready. Unfortunately for Penelope, the g-string that she happened to wear to Church was black, just like the lingerie that had been mailed to her. But what she did not know at that stage, since she had not carefully examined the items that had been sent was that today's outfit did not include a g-string. When she returned from showering, she looked down at the bed and started to get ready. More often then not, the Club would provide a g-string, hardly ever a bra, but a g-string was a favourite for most members. So as she got ready, it was natural of her to pick up the g-string that she had worn to church, and which lay next to the Club's items, assume it had been sent by them and happily slide it on. 30 minutes or so later she was in the car of her Master, a seasoned member of the Club, and the man who had chosen the outfits for the girls to wear that day. She was kneeling in the back of his limo, presenting her bottom to her Master. When he flipped up her tiny skirt, it was with some surprise that he saw the offending item resting between the valley of her perfect buttocks. He expected his orders to be followed and had wanted to see nothing other then pure, creamy white flesh. Now for some, this was hardly a serious offence. After all, it was not like she was wearing a pair of trousers or a jumper! She was wearing an item of clothing that was still designed purely for the pleasure of men. But the Club was not founded on slack principles. Whenever one of their girls stepped out of line, in a small or big way, punishment would inevitably follow. Bitch's needed to know that they obeyed their Masters and if they ever stepped out of line, the consequences would be severe. If they did not punish them, then chaos would inevitably ensue. And normally the punishment for disobeying a Club order would be meted out there and then, but Penelope's Master had a flash of genius and decided it could wait. Taking hold of the offending item, he ripped it in two, dropped it to the floor and then proceeded to violently fuck the bitch in her arse, spanking her cheeks in the process. Penelope meanwhile saw nothing unusual in her Master's actions. anal sex, spanking and general roughness were all common place in the Club and something that of course she enjoyed. So she happily rested her head on the backseat of the car and allowed her perfectly formed married arse to be cruelly buggered by her brute of a Master, not knowing that she had broken one of the cardinal rules of the Club. Back in the dungeon, after receiving her second slap from Felicity, Penelope looked over to her Master to see what was going on. She knew that Felicity would never treat her like this unless she had been given strict orders to do so. Through the mist of Cigar smoke and the darkness, Penelope looked to her Master for some help. Her Master could tell that she was seeking guidance. Felicity also looked towards him and, when he nodded his head towards Felicity, Penelope knew that her punishment had been authorised. There was nothing she could do other than to accept it. If she refused, or tried to prevent any of it from happening, she would be immediately expelled from the Club and her life as a whore would be at an end. Penelope, whose life now revolved around serving these disgusting, rich men, could never allow that to happen. So Penelope allowed Felicity to remove her hands from her face. When she did, Felicity slapped each cheek again. More screams and this time some tears. Her face was bright red and was stinging sharply. She had been whipped, spanked and caned before, liking all of them, but this she did not like. But this she had to take. Fortunately for Penelope, the face slapping was mow an end. It was merely to let her know that she was being punished for a misdemeanour, the slapping was not really for anyone's pleasure. But her punishment was far from over. Felicity's hands then wandered down and over Penelope's tits. They were of similar size to hers and just as hers had been minutes before, they were being constrained, and revealed, in just the same sort of tight, transparent blouse. But rather then reveal them to her audience by gracefully opening the each button, she grabbed the folds of the blouse and ripped it open, causing Penelope's delicious big tits to jiggle up and down and the shirt buttons to ping across the room with one hitting Debbie straight in the face. Poor Penelope screamed out as Felicity roughly dragged the shirt off her arms, and threw it on to the floor. She then yanked down Penelope's tiny skirt until it too was on the floor. Like her Mistress, Penelope was just now dressed in black boots, stockings, suspenders and suspender belt. And with both having short black crop hair, and similar size tits, they could almost have been twins. Felicity then moved closer to Penelope and started to kiss her, stroking her red, abused face. This was an unexpected act of kindness and it also allowed their big tits to mash up against each other, in a classic loving lesbian way. Both sets of nipples were like rock hard bullets and they occasionally would rub up against each other. As they kissed, both women's hands dropped to their partner's buttocks, which they lovingly stroked. For their Masters, they were putting on quite a show, and were undoubtedly pleasing then with their love making. Seeing two women, two beautiful women, make out, their naked, firm bodies rubbing up against each other was a particular favourite of the members and something that all models were, at some stage required to perform. Some were initially reluctant, having never been with a woman before, but all relented, knowing it was what their Masters wanted. These two were examples of women who, prior to their initiation, had never made love to another woman. Both had been forced to do so a number of years ago, in this very same dungeon. Penelope, in particular, had strongly objected, but once she had been whipped and gang-raped by several members, she relented. Now she was a seasoned lesbian and often made out with Felicity who was a personal favourite of hers. Felicity, who was slightly more of a whore then Penelope, agreed to girl-on-girl action almost immediately. As they made out, one could have suspected that Penelope's punishment was at an end, Debbie certainly thought so. But seasoned viewers of the Platinum Club would know that a bitch who required punishing would never get off so lightly. So, after a few minutes of general kissing, bottom stroking and tits being thrust up against each other, Felicity broke off and looked at Penelope in a sever fashion. Still no words were spoken, none were needed. Penelope was experienced enough, and had been in this dungeon enough, to know what happened to naughty girls who disobeyed their Master. Penelope turned around so her delicious bottom was facing her Masters, she then took a few steps towards Debbie. Debbie, for a brief moment, thought that she was coming over to her to once more give her some much needed love and attention. Alas, she was wrong. When she was about two metres or so away from Debbie, she stopped and lifted her arms up towards the ceiling. It was then that Debbie noticed, for the first time, that, hanging from the wall directly opposite her, were two more ropes, just like the ones used to tie her up and they too were also about a two feet apart from each other. Penelope then grabbed hold of them, and wrapped them securely around her hands. Then, she pushed her arse out, arched her back so she too was standing at around a 45 degree angle, and spread her legs as wide as Debbie's. There were now two high-class, rich, naughty housewives, alone in a dark dangerous dungeon, adopting the same, classic subservient pose that all naughty bitch's adopted when they required the immediate, severe attention of their Masters, or Mistresses in this case. They also happened to be opposite each other, staring into each others eyes. Both had been stripped of all their upper class respectability and dignity. The only difference between the two was that Debbie had to be forcibly restrained and gagged, whereas Penelope had got into her subservient position herself, did not require restraints or a gag. The reason being was that Debbie was a virgin in the BDSM world and had to be forcibly restrained whereas Penelope was a seasoned whore. She had often been whipped, caned and generally abused in this place so she knew what was required of her. Felicity had moved out of the square of light and had disappeared from everyone's view. Debbie now looked at Penelope who in turn looked straight back. Debbie was now totally calm, resigned to her fate (she now realised that it was highly unlikely that any permanent damage would be done to her) and looked on with growing interest as the events unfolded in front of her. She unfortunately was limited in her facial expressions due to her ball gag and as such could not communicate with Penelope. Such restrictions did not apply to Penelope, but she still chose not to talk directly with Debbie (no doubt due to a direct order from her Master that any communication was strictly forbidden). But that did not prevent Penelope from licking her lips, panting and generally looking like a wanton whore in heat, her wh0rish behaviour speaking louder than any words. Meanwhile, Debbie was impressed by Penelope's fortitude, she had not registered even one howl of protest since her punishment had began. Debbie, now embarrassed by her earlier hysterical behaviour, which was unbecoming for any whore she thought, vowed to herself that, one day, she too would become like Penelope; a bitch who was required to server her Masters and had no choice but to do whatever they asked, even if meant enduring unbearable humiliation or pain. The Masters, who sat behind Penelope, now had a clear unobstructed view of her delicious, young, married arse lovingly framed by black suspenders. The ridiculously high black boots, the spread legs and the arched back all meant that her arse was thrust out towards them in a most alluring and degrading manner. And in addition to being able to see her dripping wet pussy, her anal hole was also visible to them. Then, out of nowhere, Felicity reappeared. Debbie had no idea where she had gone, but she came to stand in front of her. In her left hand she held a long, thin brown cane, clearly the chosen instrument that would be used to administer Penelope's punishment. As a display of her authority over Penelope, and also for the benefit of her audience, she walked around Penelope, slowly tapping the cane in her other hand. This may have been pure theatre, but it did allow her Masters to get a better look at Felicity's body and to enjoy watching at lovely big tits wobble up and down with each step. Bearing in mind her own outfit, she looked every bit like a domineering mistress as she circled her prey. After making a few full circles around Penelope, Felicity came to a stop and stood to her left (Debbie's right), but was a few feet in front of her. Penelope had now stopped panting and a deadly silenced enveloped the room. Debbie wondered what would happen next, what had Felicity been ordered to do? Felicity, for effect, initially did nothing. Then, when she thought the torment was getting too much for Penelope, she raised the cane and positioned it in front of Penelope's panting big tits, which, due to her pose, were thrusting out, nipples pointing towards the ceiling. Then she slowly drew her arm back until it was at about a 90 degree angle from Penelope's breasts and then, with impressive speed, brought the cane down viciously on to her breasts. The cane made a "whishing" noise as it moved through the air and, when it struck the delicate tit flesh, a "thwack" noise could be heard, followed by a loud scream from Penelope. Felicity did not give any time for Penelope to recover as she immediately repeated the process, cruelly slicing Penelope's breasts, just as she had been ordered to do so. Penelope through her head back and screamed out in genuine pain. But she did not flinch, nor did she change her stance. She was a good bitch who had come to learn to love taking her punishment, because she ultimately knew that this pleased her cruel Masters, and that was all that mattered to her. Debbie looked on in horror. Sure, her tits had been slapped, but caning a poor woman's breasts was taking cruelty to a new, frightening level. She saw that after each time the cane hit its target, a bright, red stripe would be left, Penelope would throw her head back and let out a high pitch scream, which seemed to get louder and louder with each application of the rod. Abusing such tender flesh clearly caused the poor bitch much pain. And yet this cruelty continued to make Debbie feel hot and her pussy wet. Inside she wished that it was she that was being abused, that it was she who was taking this punishment in order to please the Masters, who were still happily sitting at the back of the room, smoking their big fat Cuban cigars. Debbie could not explain how she felt other than she now knew what this made her: it made her a subservient whore and bitch whose body she no longer controlled, it now belonged to men who knew how to derive real, brutal pleasure from the female form. Men, unlike her loving, gentle husband, whom she sadly recognised was totally incapable of treating her like all women craved and needed to be treated. Like whores. Meanwhile, the caning continued, unabated and without mercy. Penelope still screamed out, but Debbie could sense a change in her. Rather than the screams sounding like real cries of pain, they had developed into low, animal grunts that Debbie now recognised as being sound of arousal, rather than one of pain. Debbie also realised that, despite the obvious pain being inflicted on Penelope, the fact that it was at the behest of her Masters probably meant that this was a cause of extreme arousal for her. The fact that Penelope could offer her tits like this, to be abused, caned and generally tortured, all because her Master had deemed it necessary and because he would get sick pleasure out of it, well that that was clearly enough for a true whore to gain her own sick pleasure. It was a remarkable state of affairs and, had it not been for the fact that she too was on her way to becoming a sex slave, she never would have understood it. Debbie began to groan and started to once more thrash her bottom around. Not now because she was terrified, but because she too wanted to be punished, to feel a whip or a cane being applied to her defenceless, married body. After several more strokes, which left most of Penelope's tit fleshed marked, Felicity, to Debbie's disappointment, stopped caning her. Penelope's head, hung down, she was exhausted from the pain and of course the pleasure. It was unclear to Debbie whether Penelope had cum (she had) but nevertheless, a look of pure, unadulterated, arousal radiated from Penelope's face. Her mouth was open, panting, saliva was dripping down but still she held on to the rope, her legs were still spread and her tits were thrust out, despite the pain, she had maintained her position. Debbie now wondered whether the punishment had stopped. Felicity was looking towards the back of the room, no doubt seeking guidance from her Masters who were in complete control, directing events from the back of the room. Not that Debbie could see, but the old white man sitting in the back of the room had nodded his head and had indicated to Felicity that things were to continue. Felicity then took a few steps back so that she was now standing behind Penelope. Like she had done with Penelope's tits, she placed the cane over her arse. Now was the time for providing her real audience, her Masters, with a proper view of the bitch's punishment. The tit caning had largely been for the benefit of Debbie as they wanted to show Debbie what kind of level of abuse to expect now that she was a slave of the Club. Once again, Felicity, for effect, paused, wanting her bitch to wait before her arse was caned. It also allowed her Masters to get a proper view of things: there stood one upper class lady, just dressed in her black boots, stockings and suspenders, her lovely naked tits heaving up and down in delight, holding a cane over another upper class lady, dressed in the same way but who was adopting a submissive pose. They were so far removed from their normal, respectable existence that, had any of their friends or family seen them at that moment, they probably would have died from the shock. And just as she had done when caning her tits, Felicity moved her arm back as far as it could go, and then in one graceful motion, brought it down onto poor Penelope's defenceless arse. When it struck, Penelope threw her head back, screamed and lurched forward causing her red abused tits to shake up and down. Within a few seconds, the process was repeated causing the same reaction in Penelope. And as with her tits, red stripes quickly appeared on her arse. Debbie was now groaning into her ball gag, although she could not see Penelope's arse, she still could see her lunge forward each time the cane was applied to her, loving the way those big breasts would shake up and down. And the effect of all this was that, for the first time in her life, without any physical contact being applied to her, Debbie came. And she came like a whore in heat. For Penelope, as the cane sliced into her defenceless cheeks, she was experiencing pain and pleasure in equal measure. But she did not yet know why she was being punished -- she tried to recall when she had last displeased one of her Masters, but she was sure she had done everything that she had been ordered to do. Her body, as was usual these days, had been regularly fucked and abused -- only last weekend she had been gangbanged by a group of members where she had been forced to pleasure three cocks at the same time; one in each of her arse, pussy and mouth. She could not recall letting any of these men down. They came in copious quantities, many times. And today, she had worn what was sent (or so she believed) taken her Master's cock first up her arse, after which he ordered her to suck it. And she was sure she drank every drop of his spunk. (Often whores were punished if they did not swallow all of the spunk offered (members could be very particular about this since they felt that a bitch should be grateful to receive their valuable cum and should not waste any of it) others however preferred to see them dribble some out, knowing that they were unable to swallow it all). A Whore is Born Ch. 05 "Debbie, lovely to see you, it has been too long…" the General said as he kissed his niece. "I hope your husband has been treating you well. I know that we have been working the poor boy hard at the Ministry of Defence, but it is no easy ride when you want to rise up the ranks, isn't that right Justin, my boy…" Then, in an old comrade sort of way, he slapped Justin on his back. "And it is lovely to see you Freddie." Debbie replied as she returned her uncle's kisses. "How is it all going, fighting those horrible people in Iraq?" "Oh not so bad, struggling on... Look your Aunt is over there, I know she is keen to say hello. I will catch up with you later, I just have some business with the Ambassador that I need to attend to. I promise to spend some time with you later." "Yes Freddie, you must. You know you have always been my favourite uncle and we do need to catch up…" "Yes my dear, we do, oh we do…" he replied, as he watched his niece walk off to greet her aunt, who also happened to be his wife. Debbie was actually not his niece through blood relation, rather she was related to him through his marriage. Debbie was his wife's brother's daughter. He had known her all her life. Although they had not seen each other recently, he had fond memories of her when she was young and they had always got on well. And of course it was he who had got her husband a job in the army and given his career a little push, whenever the need arose. As he watched her walk off, with her arms around her husband's waist, he wondered at the hypocrisy of the whole situation – here was this supposed loving wife who, just a few weeks ago, had participated in a lewd BDSM session in a dungeon, and was now playing happy families with her unsuspecting husband. And to cap it all off her uncle had, unbeknown to her, not only witnessed everything, but had set the whole lurid thing up. As he contemplated about how strange life could be, he could not help but focus on the young mother's wonderful tight little arse. At 36 years old, she was at the peak of her womanly beauty. She had chosen to wear a light, pink flowery summer dress which he noticed was quite short. In fact, it was shorter than what that Debbie usually wore as the dress stopped a good few inches above her knee. She was also wearing high heels. Very high heels in fact, the heel was at least 5 inches and this was definitely unusual for the normally shy, conservative Debbie. She was dressing like any whore for the Club would dress, the General thought. This was good… He then turned to look to see where the Ambassador was. They were actually at the Ambassador's private residence for a small parry. They were there ostensibly to socialise after a period of intense negotiation over a lucrative arms deal between the two countries. However the dinner had actually been set up for another reason, a more sinister reason. It had been set up in order for the Ambassador to fuck Debbie. Since it was such a beautiful sunny day in London, they were all outside. There were about 14 people milling about in the Ambassador's beautiful garden. And since this was supposed to be a social event, wives were also invited. Debbie and Justin were there because Debbie's husband, a Major in the army, had been part of the negotiations and was worthy of an invite. Or that was what Debbie and Justin thought. Little did they know they were there solely in order for the Ambassador to fuck Debbie. The General walked over to the Ambassador, who was talking to some of his fellow countrymen. Ambassador Umbutu was from a large rich African oil state. He was a huge man, around 6ft 6, had wide broad shoulders and, at aged 60, has the beginnings of a slight paunch in the tummy area. He seemed to be talking business with a couple of his diplomats, who he immediately dismissed when the General came over. "So, General, my dear old friend, I am glad to see you have brought over our little sweetener which should help clinch our deal." The Ambassador then put an arm over the General's shoulder and led him towards a waiter who was carrying a tray of champagne. "Here, let us celebrate the imminent conclusion of our negotiations and of course, more importantly, the imminent fucking of the beautiful Debbie!" He then handed the General a glass of Don Perignon Champagne. They then clinked each other's glass in acknowledgement of their impending achievement and took a sip of France's finest. "And you are sure the bitch does not suspect a thing?" The Ambassador enquired, as he looked over with keen interest at Debbie, who was laughing sweetly away with her aunt, totally unaware that, just a few feet away, two men were plotting her downfall. "Not a thing, Mr Ambassador, not a thing. She still has no idea that we witnessed her beating in the dungeon the other day. And since then, the Club has deliberately stayed away from her. We have been waiting for you to be free to take delivery!" "Yes, sorry about the delay, as you know I had to return home to iron our one or two details regarding our deal but yes, I am here now to take delivery of my white meat! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The Ambassador spoke with a loud, booming African accent and the General was slightly nervous of anyone overhearing. The Ambassador sensing the General's concern calmed him down, "Don't worry, she can't hear. And anyone who does is not important enough for us to be worried about." For a few moments nothing was said as both men drank their Champagne and looked at Debbie. Finally it was the Ambassador who broke the silence as he could not help but feel smug at his impending conquest. "Oh, General my friend, how the wheel has turned." "What do you mean?" "Well, only 50 years ago, my family and my people were essentially your slaves as you ruled over my land. Now look at us. You are prepared to hand over one of your finest white women for me to fuck so that you can sell us weapons! "General my dear, do you not see the irony in all this? Years ago, you and your people would have had me shot for just looking at her. Now you are handing me over, you wife's niece…" Indeed, the General did see the irony in all this. He and the Ambassador went back a long way, they had fought together in the civil war that had raged in the Ambassador's homeland and forged the type of close friendship that only men who had served in the army could understand. As such, not only did he know where the Ambassador was coming from, he was not offended by it either. The General may have been the worst type of sexual predator, but that did not stop him from being tolerant of other people's views. "Yes, times have changed. And you know what, I am happy that they have. You will enjoy Debbie, she is such an innocent bitch. I have always wanted to fuck her. Although you will get first crack today, my day will come, and come soon…" As they continued to eye up the stunning Debbie and both openly salivated at the prospect of fucking the poor girl, Debbie continued to play the role of a dutiful wife at her husband's work function. Mingling with guests, laughing at their weak jokes, blushing appropriately whenever someone would tell her how lovely she looked, no one could possibly have suspected that this sophisticated lady had a dark, terrible secret… Debbie, after her session in the dungeon some three weeks ago, had initially been confused and horrified by what had happened to her. Confused because she could not explain why, in such a short space of time, she had turned into such a wanton submissive slut who was prepared to allow her body to be abused in such a violent manner. Horrified because, despite desperately wanting to put these feeling aside and carry on with her normal, mundane existence, she had deep down enjoyed every minute of her abuse and wanted to continue with her "training". In essence, she wanted to be a whore. She wanted to be violently dominated and abused and, notwithstanding her religious upbringing and every sensible bone in her body telling her to behave, she could not deny what she felt. However as the days passed and she spent time away from the Club's dominating, intimidating members, it gave her the time to think rationally and she became determined not to allow those dark feelings, and the awful reality of who she was, deflect her from her normal married life. She told herself that, provided she stayed away from the Club and was not tempted by their perverse needs, which she wanted to fulfil, then she would be ok and her life as a whore could be averted. As far as she was now concerned, her time with the Club was at an end. The return of her husband from a six month tour of duty in Afghanistan naturally helped. She was understandably delighted to have him home and seeing him again reminded her how much she truly loved him and what the awful consequences would be if he ever found out what she had been up to. She was determined to ensure that never happened. And as was usual, whenever Justin returned from a tour of duty, there followed a sustained period of gentle love making. And as was also usual it only ever lasted for a few days before her husband immersed himself in work and became too tired to attend to his wife's considerable needs. And this time it was worse than usual since Justin had been posted at the Ministry if Defence in London, which meant more responsibility and longer hours. But at least he was no longer posted overseas, that should help her, Debbie thought… But it didn't. She still spent most of her free time thinking about her time in the studio and the dungeon, of being whipped by Jack, his big cock and so on and so on. Deep down she wanted to take things further. But she was married, she could not do that to her husband. Could she? So, to try and take her mind off things, Debbie immersed herself in her work, doing as much for charity and the church as possible. As fulfilling as that was, it did nothing to fulfil her own base needs. So Debbie decided to do what all women did when they were feeling down: she went shopping. A spot of retail therapy, with her husband's credit card, would surely make her feel better and forget all about Jack and the Club. But, when browsing through the aisles of Harvey Nicholls (London's premier store) she found herself spending an inordinate amount of time in the lingerie section. This resulted in her making several purchases of stockings, suspenders and g-strings. And, if that was not bad enough, most of her other purchases consisted of dresses and skirts that were all tight and short and shoes with very high heels. These were not her normal purchases. Debbie usually veered towards classy and conservative. Not classy and risqué. The fact of the matter was that Debbie was constructing a wardrobe that would have met with the considerable approval of The Platinum Club. Not that she for a minute recognised that brutal fact herself. And over the next few days, Debbie took great delight in wearing her new outfits. She took particular pleasure in wearing her new lingerie. She had never really worn stockings and suspenders on a regular basis before and had never, until she was forced to by Jack, worn a g-string. But she now found it almost natural to wear these items on a daily basis. It was as if she would be betraying the principles of the Club if she did not dress in a way that would please its members and is seemed like that would be the last thing she would ever want to do. However, whenever she felt this way, she would try and tell herself that this was ludicrous, that she was merely experimenting with fashion, as was every woman's prerogative. But deep down she knew different, deep down she knew what was happening to her. She wanted to look and feel like a whore… Often, before she would put on her dress, she would stand in front of the mirror in order to see how she looked in just her heels, stockings, suspenders and g-string. Looking down at her shoes, she understood why men liked to see their women wear high heels (or fuck-me-shoes as some of her friends called them). They accentuated the calf muscles and of course raised a girl's bottom. Before she found them uncomfortable and would prefer to wear something with a smaller heel, or just flats. But not now. Now she found that her comfort was secondary to the way she would look to other men. Then came the stockings which accentuated her long, slender legs. Normal hose, which ended up around her waist, whilst being more practical, did not have nearly the same affect as stockings. Stockings would reveal the top of a lady's legs, the most sensitive and alluring part and, since the rest of her legs were covered, a man's eyes would naturally be drawn upwards. It was a definitely a case of wearing something can be more revealing than wearing nothing at all. The suspenders and suspender belt (or garters and garter belts as they are called in America), were a little old fashioned, but Debbie found that she preferred them to just hold-ups. Again, they drew a person's eye to not only a woman's thighs, but to her lovely flat well toned stomach. They also had the added advantage of framing a woman's pussy. Sometimes she would forgo the bra or merely wear a skimpy one which barely contained her big tits (as she was doing today). And any bra she wore would be see-through and often so small that her nipples would peep out of the top. But it was the g-string that made Debbie feel that extra bit special. The front just about covered her pussy, but it was the back, the piece of string which lay snugly between the valley of her cheeks, that made her feel most like a slut. This item of clothing for her, more than any other, symbolised what a woman should wear if she wanted to be taken seriously by a real man. This item was designed purely for their pleasure since it had no real use for the wearer. A man's eyes were immediately drawn to the string, meaning that each delicious bottom cheek was separated thus highlighting their beauty. Again, it was a case of less is more and, just like a lot of what she now wore, it may have been uncomfortable, but that was a complete irrelevance. A man's pleasure was the only thing of importance to Debbie, even though she was telling herself that that man was her husband, and not the members of the Club with whom she swore she would have nothing further to do with. However her husband was too busy (or stupid) to appreciate, or really notice, the change in his gorgeous wife. So engrossed was he in his work and career that he either did not recognise the tighter and more revealing outfits or, when he did, he grunted in semi approval and merely commented that that was "a little risqué" but offer nothing else. And Debbie now found herself dispensing with her old wardrobe completely and just wore her new clothes. She loved the way the new Debbie looked. She wondered why she had not dressed like this before. So many wasted years of dressing with her female friends in mind (nice and conservative) but not crucially thinking about what men would like and what they would make of her outfit. How stupid of her, she said to herself. It was men who desired her body so why shouldn't she dress to please them? And there was nothing wrong with this. She was not being unfaithful to Justin, she was merely dressing to please the opposite sex. And Debbie was happy to apply this wonderful dress policy for today's party at the Ambassador's residence where it could be safely said that she was wearing something a "little risqué". She was wearing a newly bought pink flowery summer dress which was tight at the top and flared out at the bottom. Still Channel, but it was little bit less conservative than what she would usually wear. It was sleeveless and there were a few buttons at the front that did their best to contain her enormous breasts (the dress could have been a size bigger but Debbie had deliberately bought it because of the way it would accentuate her tits). Naturally, with this tight little wonder, she wore stockings (flesh coloured), white suspenders and white g-string. She initially wanted to go without a bra but decided at the last minute to wear one since she did not yet have the courage to go braless to such a high profile event. Finally, she wore five inch strap on pink heels. Once more her husband just about acknowledged how she looked but he failed to notice that when she sat in the car, her short skirt rose up her delicious thighs to reach the very tops of her stockings. And as she mingled in the party, she was aware that all the men's eyes seemed to linger on her delicious body. In particular the black men. There were black diplomats, waiters and bodyguards who lingered longer than most and made no attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at her, savouring her tight, young white married body. Whilst Debbie had previously been happy to flaunt her body to the white men that frequented the rich parts of London, she found it a little different to do the same with black men. Their stares and looks were more predatory than mere wanton lust. She was now wishing that she had dressed a little more conservative. So it was with some relief when dinner was finally called and she could sit down and remove her body from these preying eyes. Unfortunately, her relief was going to be short lived… Initially she was pleased to discover that she was sitting next to her uncle, the General. But when she discovered she was also sitting next to the Ambassador, she felt a little nervous, not only because he was black, but also because of all the stares she had received from the other black people in the garden. She wondered whether he would also treat her the same. But her fears appeared to be unfounded for the Ambassador came across as a real gentleman. His English, although spoken with a posh African accent, was impeccable. She quickly discovered that he had attended all the right schools, went to all the right shows in London and was, at the beginning at least, nothing other than charming company. And that was handy since the General seemed to be fully engaged with someone else and had been unable to pay her much attention. It was only after the appetisers had been taken away and the wine glasses were being refilled, did things start to change for poor Debbie… The conversation had veered towards fashion, what was in vogue in London these days when the Ambassador made his move. "And I must say, Debbie, whatever they are wearing these days, you look delightful today…" "Why, thank you Mr. Ambassador. I actually just bought this the other day from the Channel shop in Sloane Street. Does your wife go there....?" "Yes, and I do note that it is nice and short. And tight! Just as I like it…" Debbie was taken aback by this. To say something so bold did not fit in at all with how the Ambassador has previously spoken to her. "Err, well, yes, I-I suppose so…" She nervously replied, conscience again that her skirt was very short. As she spoke, she tried to push her skirt down and when she did, the Ambassador made no attempt to conceal the fact that he was looking down at her legs. "Yes, although you are dressed slightly different from when we first met." "First met? I don't believe we have ever met before. I would certainly have remembered meeting you, Mr Ambassador." Debbie was now getting increasingly irritated with the Ambassador and where the conversation was heading. She had no time for a lecherous old black man. She was semi aristocracy and did not need to take this from him. She looked around the table for other people to talk to. But the Ambassador pressed on. "Oh I don't think we were properly introduced, you were tied up at the time…" A Whore is Born Ch. 05 "Oh really, was it at Royal Ascot a few months ago, I am always busy there? Or was it at Wimbledon…" Debbie was relieved, she thought the conversation had moved on from her outfit. Hopefully she could quickly end the conversation and talk to her uncle. "No, it was when you were tied up in Jack's dungeon. You remember, when you were whipped like a whore?" Debbie froze with earth shattering fear. At first she thought it was a joke, some sort of sick joke that this man was playing on her. Surely she could not be so unfortunate, not to mention hideously unlucky, as to be sitting next to the man who was one of the witnesses to her debauched punishment? Surely God would not be that cruel to her, not here, not now, not with her husband sitting opposite. Naturally her immediate instinct was to deny everything, dismiss what he had to say with that stiff, upper lip sort of disdain that the British seemed to excel in. So, with a measure tone and look of shock, so as to not alert anyone else and bring them into the conversation, she replied, "Excuse me! I have no idea what you are talking about. And I would appreciate it if you would not use that kind of language with me. I am a lady and…" "Oh you are indeed quite a lady, Debbie! Quite a lady!" As he spoke, the Ambassador put his hand under the table and, without alerting any of the other guests as to what was going on, calmly placed it on Debbie's knee. Of course she instinctively tried to remove his hand. This was getting out of hand, she thought. He can't have been there. He can't know what happened. She knew that somehow she had to end this with the minimal of fuss. But since the Ambassador was on to something, she could not risk making a scene and drawing other guests, in particular her husband, into the Ambassador's conversation. That risked discovery. And that was to be avoided. At all costs. "Please, what do you think you are doing?" She said quietly. Desperately hoping that this would all end. "I have no idea what you are talking about…" "Don't be so shy with me, young lady. I saw everything. I saw the way you were tied up that day, the way you allowed Felicity and Penelope to caress you. And then the way you allowed Jack to whip your little behind. Have the scars healed yet, my dear? Does your husband know about them? Does he know that you like to dress up like a slave and then get whipped in front of men you don't know? Do you want me to ask him now, you naughty bitch?" "Oh p-please, I-I don't know what you are talking about. P-please stop touching me…" "I bet you were disappointed that Jack didn't fuck you afterwards. Did you know that he was ordered not to in order that I could be the first to fuck your tight pussy?" "P-please, take your hand off my leg. You must be confused with someone else. It was not me, I assure you. I am happily married…" "Of course you are… Look enough of this bullshiit. Do you see those two men standing over there, by the entrance to my house?" Using his other hand, the one not caressing her leg, the Ambassador pointed towards two men who were standing on either side of a doorway. They were both huge black men, must have been around 6ft 6, wore identical black suits, dark navy blue tie, had on black sunglasses, were both bald and quite ugly and also seemed to be incredibly well muscular. Not men you messed with. They had their hands clasped in front of them and one of them, the one standing on the right, held a plain brown envelope. "Those men are my bodyguards. And you see the one on the right, the one holding the brown envelope?" The Ambassador must have indicated something to him because at that moment, the man held up the envelope in order for Penelope to get a better look. "Well, his name is Bem, and do you know what is inside that envelope?" Debbie said nothing and instead just shook her head. She was now too terrified to speak. "Well, inside are some nice clear pictures of you getting whipped. You were secretly recorded in the basement and I took the liberty of printing out some pictures. "I must say, you do look wonderful in your tight black outfit, the way your tits hang out. All rather splendid, I think. Now, unless you agree to do everything I say, Bem over there is going to walk over to your husband and hand him that envelope. When your husband takes a look, well I fear he will not be happy. What do you think?" "No! No, it wasn't me. Please. Please don't do this to me. Please…" "Debbie, you are being ridiculous and I am sorry, I really don't have time for this." The Ambassador then nodded his head towards Bem and immediately Bem set off towards the dinner table. Debbie looked on with utter fear, incredulous that her life was taking this dark turn. Debbie began to think quickly. Clearly this man either had been there, or had been told what had happened. He knew too much to be bluffing. But were there really pictures of her being whipped in that envelope? Either way, was she prepared to call his bluff? Was she prepared to risk her marriage and the public humiliation that would follow? For if there were pictures, in all probability not only would her husband now see them, but in the commotion that would surely follow, the other guests would get to see them too. And that included her aunt and uncle. Oh my God, then all of her family and friends would find out! That could not happen! So trapped, believing that there were no options left open top her, as Bem came to stand behind her husband, she said "Stop! Please, stop!" "I can stop it my dear, if you admit to me now, that you are a whore and you will do what I say." "P-please…" "Say it or I will give the final order. He is seconds away from handing over the envelope." Debbie once more looked towards Bem and desperately tried to see if there could be a way out of this. Meanwhile the Ambassador, ever confident of success, moved his hand up her leg, so that it came into contact with the naked flesh above her stockings. He knew that there was actually nothing in the envelope other than blank pieces of paper. The General and he were never going to risk showing such pictures here (they did exist). For one thing people would eventually ask how he got hold of them and neither he nor the General could risk their own sordid life being exposed. But she did not know that and the Ambassador was correctly assuming that, in her current disorientated state, she would not be able to make such a calculation and even if she did, the risk of her being exposed far outweighed any collateral damage to the Ambassador. Debbie looked towards Bem again. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out. Briefly she thought whether she might ask her uncle for help? Sitting next to her, was he aware of what was going on? Had he seen the Ambassador place his hand on her leg? Could he see how distressed she was? She looked over at him and saw that he was engrossed in conversation with someone else. Clearly he had seen nothing. She then looked over at all the other guests, in particular her husband, to see if he or anyone else had noticed something was awry with her. But they all seemed to be having a lovely time, laughing away, enjoying the wine and the company, and no one was paying her any attention. In any event, even if they had, what could she do? Had they asked her what was wrong, what could she feasibly say? I am being sexually harassed by the Ambassador. And what would he do and say? Deny it and proceed to reveal the pictures to everyone. There was no way out for her. She was a now a caged victim of the Club and in that split second she realised, with a due sense of fear and dread, that her only option was to concede her body to this man and serve him. So, as Bem took a step towards her husband, she whispered, as loud she dared, "I am a whore and will do what you want." As soon as she did, the Ambassador nodded his head towards Bem, who immediately backed off. Justin all the while had been completely unaware that he was ever behind him. Bem then made his way back to once more stand next to his colleague by the door. "Good my dear. Good. I am glad we cleared all that nonsense up and we can proceed. I think you are going to serve me very well. Very well indeed…" Debbie shuddered at this. She was now about to fulfil her destiny as a whore and was about to do it with a black man. A big black man. She then recalled how big this man's dick had looked in the dungeon. Although her view had been obscured, what was clear was that he possessed an abnormally large penis. And she was going to be forced to serve it. Here, now, with her husband present. Her heart beat became that bit faster as this terrible fate dawned on her. That was perhaps understandable. What was not was the fact that her pussy, ever since the Ambassador had placed his hand on her leg, had become wet. Very wet in fact. She had not really noticed this until now, so shocked was she by the Ambassador's ambush. But she could now feel her love juices leaking out of her pussy and causing her g-string to become damp. She desperately hoped that the Ambassador would not discover this terrible secret. To even think this, however, showed how naïve poor Debbie still was. Meanwhile the Ambassador's hand was happily stroking the lovely flesh above the bitch's stocking. "Very nice. I take it you are wearing stockings?" "Yes." She nervously whispered, thankful that all the action was taking place under the table, away from everyone else's attention. "And I note you have on suspenders. Very good. Very good. Do you normally dress like this, my dear?" he asked, as he turned his head to face her, gently smiling. If anyone was looking at them now, they would have seen nothing untoward. The Ambassador could have been talking to her about the weather, rather than verbally assaulting her. Debbie had no choice but to answer truthfully and honestly. "No, I don't normally wear these items… Well I should say not since…" "Not since Jack introduced you to the joys of the Club?" "Yes." "And you have worn them ever since?" "Yes." "Why, is that Debbie, why are you choosing to dress more like a slut?" Debbie was humiliated by this line of questioning. The cruel Ambassador was quizzing her in such a controlled cold manner that you could not help but be impressed by his confidence. And as this man molested her legs, Debbie looked over at her husband, who was happily chatting away to another one of the guests, blissfully unaware what was happening to his poor wife. "P-please. Stop this. My husband is just sitting over there. P-please, have some mercy on me…" "Your husband!" The Ambassador then let out a chuckle. Then, calmly picking a glass of white wine, he drank away as he looked at Justin. "Your husband, well, you didn't give him much of a thought when you agrees to be photographed naked, or when you allowed Jack to cum all over your face, or indeed when you agreed to be tied up and whipped like a wanton whore, did you?" "Oh, p-please…" "Now, be a good girl, and answer my question." The Ambassador calmly took another sip of white wine, looked at her husband and said: "Or I will have no choice but to direct Bem to show your husband those delightful pictures of you being whipped." "Oh, you are being so cruel... Yes, I have chosen to dress this way because I want to feel more like a slut." "Good! Good. Now, my dear, I let you off there for not answering me immediately, but you will not be permitted to ever disobey one of my orders again. You saw what happened to poor Felicity who broke the rules, and your punishment would seem minor in comparison. So please, for you and your husband's sake, you will answer all of my questions and do exactly what I say. Do I make myself clear?" Debbie, knowing exactly what the Ambassador was implying, realised she was well and truly trapped. Looking at her husband, she replied to the Ambassador: "Yes, will do exactly what you say." "Excellent, now tell me why you want to feel more like a slut?" "Because I want to be dominated by men. By men who want to treat me badly." "You mean treat you like a whore, Debbie?" "Yes, like a whore." "And you want to become a whore, don't you Debbie? Spread your legs for me." Debbie immediately spread her legs allowing the evil Ambassador to place a hand on the inside of her thigh. It was clear that Debbie was no longer in control of her destiny. The Ambassador was. To save her marriage, it had become quickly apparent to her that she would have no choice but to obey him, unconditionally and regardless of how lewd his requests were. And despite Debbie telling herself that she was not enjoying being forced to behave like a whore, her pussy told a different story. The Ambassador's hand then gradually moved up Debbie's inner thigh making its way towards her pussy. It was now inevitable that, in a matter of a few seconds, the Ambassador would discover the truth about Debbie, the fact that she liked to be dominated, humiliated and generally treated like a bitch whore in heat. "Spread your legs a little more, I want to touch your married white pussy. And I asked you a question, you want to become a whore, don't you?" As Debbie spread her legs, she replied: "I want to become a whore because, ooh, because I think I want to know what it feels like to be dominated and abused at the hands of a man who possesses a big cock. Ooh, p-please…" The Ambassador's hand had finally made contact with the wet g-string and Debbie's body was responding accordingly. "Oh, my dear Debbie, after all your protests it seems that you body is responding like a true whore's would. Not like some reluctant, good little housewife. "I take it that is a g-string that you are wearing?" "Yes." "And are you wearing a bra?" "Yes." The Ambassador them looked intently at Debbie, who looked back, and replied, in hushed tones and in a business like manner: "Well, whilst I am a big fan of the g-string, the bra is completely unnecessary. You should never wear one. I have seen your lovely big tits and they are so pert and supple, it is a crime to ever wear one. As such, before the starter arrives, I want you to visit the bathroom and remove the bra. And whilst you are at it, take the g-string off, you no longer require it. Your pussy will certainly need to be made available to me during the course of the day so you might as well take that off too. "Put the bra in the bin, but when you return, give me the g-string. Do I make myself clear?" Debbie froze and was once more stunned into silence. So much of importance had been said to her in such a short space of time that she could not quite take it all in. Firstly, he was asking her to remove her most intimate items of clothing during this dinner party. And, if that wasn't bad enough, secondly he had then gone on to tell her that her "pussy will certainly need to be made available to me during the course of the day". That could only mean one thing: this big black man was going to fuck her. And no doubt would fuck her hard. The full enormity of what was going to happen hit her. Her trembling hand reached over for her glass of white wine and, hand still shaking, brought the glass up to her mouth and took a big gulp. She needed something to calm her nerves. However, despite shaking with fear, she was still able to carefully, and correctly, analyse the situation: be unfaithful and save your marriage? Or be faithful and ruin your marriage? That was the awful dilemma for poor Debbie and there seemed to be no way out for her. The only thing she knew was that she had to try and delay the inevitable and see if there was any possibility that she could save her pussy from this terrible fate. But, for that to happen, she had to comply with the Ambassador's current lewd order. So, without saying a word, she took another sip of wine, picked up a white napkin from the table, wiped her mouth and slowly got up. As she did, the Ambassador swiftly removed his hand from her legs and Debbie, as graceful as ever, lowered her dress in a way that meant that no one could have known that it had been lifted up. In no time, she was making her way towards the back entrance of the house where the two huge black bodyguards were standing. As she approached them, she had no doubt that these two thugs were eyeing her up. Despite wearing black shades, the way the men moved their heads towards her and moved them up and down, it was clear to her that they were ogling her body. And as she got closer, she began to really appreciate their size. At 6ft 6, and built like a shed, they were huge and just seemed to tower over her. They were also hideously ugly. Both were bald and had various scars on their face. As she passed Bem, he gave her an enormous smile, as if to acknowledge the fact that they were blatantly appreciating her young, white married body, which was so wonderfully displayed to them in her tight outfit. Passing such huge, intimidating thugs, who were clearly sexually aroused by her body, had a curious effect on the young wife. Sure, she felt terrified that these men found her attractive and no doubt would want to do some very nasty things to her. But at the same time her body was responding in a way that suggested perhaps being fucked by some rough blacks actually appealed to this conservative, rich white housewife. Debbie had heard about respectable middle class white women being fascinated with big rough black men. Previously, she had always dismissed this as a rather disgusting fetish, something that she herself could never contemplate. She had virtually no dealings with the black community in her day to day life and, even when being initiated into the Platinum Club, it was always at the hands of respectable, white upper class people. And even now, although the Ambassador was black, he was as upper class a man you were ever likely to meet. However, these bodyguards were a different kettle of fish. These men were thugs. She imagined that they could have even been trained killers in their previous life, before they had been employed by the Ambassador. Furthermore, she felt that they were men who would quite happily rape her if she refused to submit to their will. That thought, more than anything else that had happened to her today, almost made her cum. Fantasising about being raped by two black thugs – being gangraped – was this really what ultimately appealed to Debbie? At first, she refused to recognise this, but again her pussy was telling her something different. She quickly found the bathroom, entered and locked the door. She was now panting out loud. Her pussy was releasing its juices and her nipples seemed to be ready to burst through her flimsy bra. This could not be happening to her, she told herself. She was supposed to be finding a way out of this situation, not allowing her body to get turned on by it. She told herself that she could let this happen here. Not with her husband present. She frantically ran through her options - maybe she could run away, take the risk that the Ambassador would feel pity on her and not show the pictures? Or maybe she could bargain with him, offer him her body when her husband was not present? Briefly she thought that one of these options might work, but deep down she knew what kind of man the Ambassador ultimately was. He was not a man to make a deal with a whore, especially when much of the pleasure would come from humiliating her in front of her husband. So, in an almost trance like state, she moved over to the wash basin and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew that by complying with the Ambassador, there would be no way back for her. She may try and convince herself that she could delay things, but it would be inevitable that the Ambassador would eventually fuck her. And if she tried to resist, he would just rape her. The alternative was to risk the end of her marriage and her standing in society since, once the story of her being tied up and whipped was revealed, none of her friends would want to have anything more to do with her. She would become a social pariah and her life, as she once knew it, would be at an end. And God only knows what her daughter, Alice would make of it all… A Whore is Born Ch. 05 So, with no options left, she started to remove her bra. A click of a strap and a few tugs later, her bra was being dragged off from under her dress. She then looked for somewhere to hide it. Looking around, the only place was the bin. She placed it at the bottom, concealing it by covering it with a pile of tissues. Next came the g-string. She raised her skirt, and slid it off, noting how wet it had become. Whatever was about to happen to her, somehow her body was responding in a contrary way to what the sensible part, the part that wanted to be a loving, faithful wife, was telling her. As she stepped out of the g-string, she screwed it up into a ball in one of her hands, lowered her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still breathing heavily. Inside a whore was being born and there was nothing she could from stopping it. She was being cruelly forced into this but that did not prevent her from feeling like a horny whore. She then saw that her nipples were aggressively pointing out against the thin material of her dress. This was not good. Thankfully it was getting dark outside so her husband and most of the other guests would not notice. But she knew that the Ambassador would. Steeling herself for what was to follow, she made her way out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. Now that her big tits had been freed by the unnecessary constraints of her bra, she could feel them shake up and down with each step. Strangely she felt more natural this way. She approached the two bodyguards who, upon hearing her approach, turned their heads to look back. They must have seen her tits shaking deliciously and her fat nipples pointing out through her dress for they immediately looked down at her chest and smiled. Debbie, with as much confidence as she could muster, walked through the doorway and in between these two black thugs. As she approached the table, she saw that a starter of fish soup had been served and people were too busy eating and chatting to notice Debbie returning from the bathroom. As quickly as she could in order that no one would notice her bouncing tits, she sat down next to the Ambassador. As she did, the Ambassador looked over and politely smiled as you would when one of your guests had returned. "Very nice." He said. "I can see that you have removed your bra. You should never wear one. It is important for a whore to have her tits free, it makes them more accessible for her man, for her Master… "And do you have the g-string for me?" Debbie was still holding the g-string tightly in her right hand. It had been screwed up into a ball in order to disguise it as a hanky. Discreetly she passed it to the Ambassador under the table who greedily grabbed it from her. "Very nice and damp I see" he said, as he held her most intimate item of clothing. "Clearly you are a horny little slut who loves to be treated like a bitch whore." Then, calmly as ever, he lifted the g-string up to his nose and smelt it. It was still crumpled up in a tight ball so anyone looking would have thought that he was merely using his handkerchief to dab his nose. As he inhaled, he closed his eyes and savoured the sweet smell of Debbie's pussy. Debbie naturally was mortified at his behaviour. This man, in front of her husband, was brazenly and unashamedly, smelling her underwear. It was positively humiliating. And yet still such a turn on… "Oh that is marvellous, the aroma of a bitch in heat is really something to behold…" As the Ambassador taunted her, Debbie, hands trembling, began to eat her soup. She was terrified that people would begin to notice that something was amiss so she wanted to appear as normal as possible. The Ambassador, to Debbie's relief, put down her g-string and shoved it into his trouser pocket. For the moment at least, potential disaster had been averted. The Ambassador then started to eat his soup, kept up the pretence with the other guests by exchanging a few pleasantries with them and, for a brief time, normality reigned. Of course, it would not last. As the soup course was being finished, the Ambassador's left hand snaked under the table and he placed it on top of Debbie's right knee. Without a word being exchanged, he slowly moved it up her leg, until it came to rest on the lovely white flesh above the tops of her stockings. As he finished off his soup, and without looking directly at her, he whispered, "Spread your legs." Debbie obeyed as she struggled to maintain her composure under this intimidating and powerful assault (she was afraid that at any moment she could drop her spoon and create a scene, such was the fear cursing through her body). Slowly uncrossing her legs, she spread them as far as she dared. As the black waiters cleared up the diners plates, the Ambassador's hand moved up to the very tops of her thighs and started to make its way towards the bitch's sopping wet cunt. Debbie was looking at her husband, who was holding the entire table's attention with one of his war stories. Fortunately he was not looking directly at her since he may have noticed that she was struggling to keep her composure. Her breathing had intensified and she felt her big nipples thrusting up against her thin dress. The Ambassador's hand inevitably moved down on to Debbie's inner thigh and made its way towards her pussy. Debbie's mouth was now open and she was panting with desire. She was looking directly at her husband as, for the first time in her life, another man made contact with her married cunt. As the Ambassador's big black finger delicately grazed her wet clit, she let out a light gasp. The feeling of being an unfaithful wife and whore was wonderful. She had desperately hoped not to feel this way but her true feelings were coming to the fore and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The Ambassador then skilfully began to massage her clit. He had of course expected her to be nothing other than wet and hot, he after all had witnessed her whorish behaviour in the dungeon so was well prepared for her reaction. As he rubbed her, he too looked over at the man whose wife he was abusing and feigned interest in his war tale. Whilst he watched him, he could hear the whore lightly pant. He knew that had she not been sitting with her friends and husband, those light pants would have been more like whorish screams. He also knew that being humiliated and dominated in front of her husband was all part of the sordid attraction for her so he decided to take things a step further. Looking at Justin, the Ambassador decided to engage the poor chap in conversation whilst he played with his wife. "Yes, it must have been horrendous for you in Iraq, especially when you have such a lovely wife here at home." The Ambassador then looked over at Debbie, politely smiled, and increased the pressure on her clit. It took all of Debbie's will power not to scream out loud and cum. Hands trembling, she managed to pick up her glass of white wine and take a sip, thus helping her cover up her emotions and calm her nerves. "Yes war can be tough, but as a solider you just have to get on with things as best you can." Justin, always mindful of his career, paid more attention to the Ambassador, a man he knew he needed to impress in order that his country secured the lucrative arms deal, than to his lovely wife. This was fortunate for Debbie. "Yes, I do admire your bravery, fighting in a foreign land, so far away from home and your loved ones…" The Ambassador said, once more looking at Justin. "Yes, it has been difficult, Mr. Ambassador. But I understand that you also fought in your own country's civil way some years ago, that must have been difficult, fighting against your own people?" "Yes, Justin, it was difficult. Killing always is. But sometimes, you have to be ruthless, and take what you want, regardless of the consequences." He then increased the pressure on the bitch's clit. "Sometimes, people need to be conquered and defeated, regardless of who they are." Debbie took another sip of wine, her eyes were now closed, she was close. She knew that the Ambassador was describing her, that it was her pussy that was being conquered and defeated, and she had no way to fight back. Indeed, in an act of surrender to the Ambassador and without any prompting, Debbie spread her legs further allowing him to gain better access to her married pussy. "I agree, Mr Ambassador, war is a dirty business and you often have to do things, and make sacrifices, that you normally would never contemplate." "That is very well put, my dear chap. Sacrifices and doing things you would not normally do is exactly what war is about. "I know men, and women, in my country who had to do things, bad things, in order to save their families." At this the entire table was transfixed at what the Ambassador was saying. A charismatic and charming man at the best of times, the Ambassador was once more holding court as people wondered what sacrifices he was referring to. That is all except Debbie who was still in a complete state of turmoil. "What sacrifices are these, Mr Ambassador, if you don't mind me asking?" Justin asked. The Ambassador looked solemnly at Justin, paused for effect, and then replied, "My dear chap, desperate times called for desperate measures and often, when the aggressor would arrive at a village or a town, women were given a clear choice: submit to the whims of their attacker, or their husbands would face the consequences." Debbie was now gently thrusting her pussy against the Ambassador's hand, willing him to caress him as she allowed her body to be taken by her attacker. "What do you mean, Ambassador?" This time it was Lady Jackson, the General's wife who spoke. "Lady Jackson, these men did things that I dare not speak of. Especially in front of a lady…" "Oh my dear, friend, you and I go back a long way. And we are all adults here. Let's not beat around the bush, are you saying that those dreadful men raped these women?" The Ambassador had a look of sorrow on his face, one couldn't be sure whether he was genuinely concerned or it was merely for the benefit of his dinner guests. One feared the latter. He first looked directly at Lady Jackson before lowering his eyes and replying: "Yes, these cruel men raped these women. They raped them because otherwise they were told their husbands would have been harmed." The guests were now all silent as they digested this dreadful tale, contemplating the horrors that existed in the world, a world that most of them were fortunate enough to be far removed from. All except Debbie of course who, rather than taking a philosophical moment to reflect how cruel life could be, was empathising with the tribeswomen. Yes, she too was being forced to yield her married pussy to a cruel attacker in order to save her marriage. She too could see herself giving up her pussy to another man's cock if it meant stopping the Ambassador from harming her husband. For the poor defenceless tribeswomen, read poor defenceless Debbie. The Ambassador them slid two fingers deftly into her throbbing cunt and started to skilfully finger fuck her. Debbie gasped at this sudden intrusion. It was not completely unexpected but still, another man's fingers entering her pussy was a further escalation in her domination. Her pants got even louder, but fortunately they were only audible by the Ambassador. Her big tits were heaving up and down and she wished she could release and play with them. Nevertheless she was grateful that she had been forced to remove them from the unnecessary confines of her bra as it allowed her sensitive nipples to graze her dress. Squelching noises could now be heard as the Ambassador finger fucked her hard and Debbie, once more following her natural whorish instincts, spread her legs wider so keen was she to allow him further access to her cunt. The finger-fucking got even harder, as did the panting. Others may have been alerted to his if it wasn't for the Ambassador's wise decision to speak once more. "Friends, let us not spend too much time on this. It is all in the past and my people have moved on. "Indeed, everyone here today should focus on the present, and in particular what makes us all happy. After all, we are all happily married people, we all have loving partners. So tonight let us not dwell on the horrors of the world. Instead, let us rejoice to what is good in the world. Here, I propose a toast to our loving partners who bring us so much happiness." The Ambassador then picked up his glass, held it in the air, and said, "To marriage!" Everyone then raised their glassed and said, "To marriage!" Even Debbie, who was still being finger fucked, just about managed this but when her eyes glazed over towards Justin and she saw him smile at her, in that loving tender way, Debbie came. With those fat black fingers fucking her, and Debbie finally experiencing the joys of being an unfaithful whore, seeing the man she loved so innocently smile at her, and in a way that told her that he loved her, well that proved just a little bit too much. As the beginnings of her orgasm began to hit her, she was able to quickly put her glass of wine up into her mouth and she groaned into it concealing the fact to her husband. Once she had finished cumming, The Ambassador, removed his hand from her pussy and reached into his pocked to pull out her g-string! Still crumpled in a ball, he started to wipe his sweaty face with it. As he did, Debbie looked on, dumbstruck at this man's brazen behaviour. He in turn looked down at her smiled, and said, "Excellent work my dear. Excellent!!" As he continued to mop his brow, the main course of monk fish was being served. "Let us eat! Let us eat!" He told everyone, as he put her g-string back into his trouser pocket, started to eat his dinner and struck up conversation with another one of his guests. Normality again reigned and no one would have had any idea of the debauched activities that had just taken place. Once the main course had been finished, the Ambassador once more moved in. Leaning over towards Debbie, he whispered, "My Dear, in a few seconds I am going to excuse myself. A couple of minutes later, you are going to leave and go to the bathroom where I will be waiting for you." Before Debbie could even react to this, the Ambassador was standing up and politely excusing himself, telling everyone he had a little "business to attend to." That "business" was of course Debbie and she sat there in utter fear as to what was going to happen to her. A couple of minutes seemed to pass in a blink of any eye and suddenly Debbie found herself needing to make her way towards her Master. This was quite an extraordinary turn of events for this once faithful housewife. As her she got up, she felt light in her legs and feared that they could buckle at any moment. With as much composure as she could manage, and in a sleepwalking state of bewilderment, the poor bitch made her way towards the bathroom and to her Master. As she walked, she felt her big tits bounce up and down once more, her nipples were still bullet like in stiffness and her pussy was dripping wet. She had been ruthlessly stripped bare by the Ambassador in order to make all holes and tits available to him. This was how any whore should dress, she thought. And disturbingly, she liked it. As she again approached the bodyguards she could see that they were both grinning widely and nodding their heads in approval. As she passed them, she looked towards Bem, he was still grinning and as she passed but as she walked on, she could hear him say "Perform well, little lady, your time has come…" She almost froze with shock on hearing this, but somehow her legs kept moving and they carried her towards the bathroom. The bodyguards were part of this conspiracy, she thought. They were fully aware that her body was going to be abused by their boss. This made them accessories to this act of sexual aggression. This act of rape. As a result she felt even more trapped and cornered and she wondered whether she would be forced to serve the bodyguards as well, genuinely terrified at the prospect. But before it even came to that, she had the small matter of the Ambassador, her immediate Master, to serve and please. She arrived at the bathroom and opened the door. It was unlocked and she walked straight in. The Ambassador was standing by the wash basin, smiling, waiting for her. "Lock the door." He said. She obeyed, turned the key and waited for his next order. The Ambassador then looked at her, blatantly eyeing her up and nothing was said for a few moments. Debbie remained standing by the door like a cornered animal in a hunt, terrified at what could follow. She was convinced that she would be ordered to pleasure his great big cock. In what manner she was still unsure. And yet despite this, just as it had always been when she was asked to behave in a whorish manner, her tits and pussy responded in a way that any whore's body should. Finally the Ambassador spoke. "Bitch, we do not have long but I need by cock pleasured. So, if you don't mind, please come over here, remove my dick from my trousers and suck it until I cum down your throat." The order was given in such a calm matter-of-fact way, you could not possibly have thought that the Ambassador was actually forcing this poor housewife to do something that she did not want to do. In strict legal terms, the Ambassador was going to rape poor Debbie. And like almost all rape victims, the victim had no choice but to obey her attacker. Indeed Debbie did not even bother to muster even a hint of protest. Following the Ambassador's order, she merely walked over to where he was standing and dropped to her knees so that her face was now directly in front of his groin. She could now clearly see the outlines of his massive cock, which was pushing away at his pants. It looked enormous, beyond anything that she had previously had to deal with, including Jack's impressive member. She placed her hands on either of the Ambassador's legs and just looked at it. Even when concealed, she was utterly mesmerised by it. The Ambassador looked down at her and saw that she was impressed. However he was conscience of the time and knew that they would have to get back soon or people would start to wonder where they had got to. "Bitch, we need to be quick. Take my cock out and suck it like a good whore." The Ambassador now spoke with a little more urgency. He was clearly aroused by the situation. Debbie, who was now following all orders without question, moved her trembling hands towards the zipper and opened it. She then reached inside, fished for his cock and, with some difficulty since it was so big, removed it. When it was released, it sprang our and almost slapped her in the face. "Oh my God!" She screamed out. She was truly taken aback with its size for, staring menacingly at her, was a 13 inch pole of black man flesh. "Oh my God! That's so big, that is so big…" She screamed out, genuinely horrified at what she was looking at. However, she did not move from her kneeling position, nor did she stop looking at the cock. "Yes my dear, it is big. Have you ever seen such a big cock before?" "Oh no! No I haven't! Jack's was big. But nothing like this. I did not realise they could be so big. Or wide. Oh my Lord, I don't know if I can…" And as poor Debbie babbled, without even realising it herself, her hands had moved up, taken hold of the enormous member and she was subconsciously rubbing it. "So big! So big! I don't know if I can take it all…" "Yes it is big, bitch, and you will take it all, whether you like it or not!" "Oh, p-please, I don't think I can…" "Don't question me, bitch. Open your mouth, and suck my big black cock."