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Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor

By: LaceAndHumiliation



Hi, I'm Jillian and I've learned, much to my pain and embarrassment, that I love sexual blackmail and humiliation. I've found out that I get off the best when I'm made to do things sexually, especially when I've gotten myself into the situation. It has been quite awhile since I've written about my adventures. You may have read some of them on literotica: Jillian's naked mile series, Jillian at the office, Jillian on vacation. Darla was a neighbor of mine who took over making sure that I got my fill of that blackmail and humiliation that I so crave. She did so cruelly and wonderfully creatively, no doubt because she was a lot like me at this age, submissive and adventurous. Her control over me came to an abrupt halt after she set up my last episode at my brother's college reunion. I believe she came to the conclusion that she'd pushed me as far as she could go and that I'd become her, in a sense. I think she thought I'd reached my ceiling and that I could now go on on my own, now that I know exactly who and what I am.

I've since found myself in a series of unfulfilling dating relationships. I've had a steady stream of nice, even wonderful guys who want to treat me like a queen. To a man, though, they've all balked when I would finally reveal what I need from them. If you've read my past adventures you'll know what I mean, I need to be used hard and often. I only seem to reach that part of me that is totally real when I'm being used as a fucktoy, and the more humiliating the better. Darla taught me that. I've had no trouble getting laid, that's for sure, but other than some nice physical contact, no one has reached the real me since Darla left me on my own.

I still saw her now and again in the neighborhood, but she was always politely distant. I don't think I've gotten over her yet. We had a strong connection, it was Dominant/submissive in nature, though we didn't hold to the lifestyle protocols. It was just obvious to us. The breakup of that relationship has been just as tough as any breakup I've had, even with a man I was engaged to.

I did get some perspective since she stepped aside, though. When I contemplated all the things I did with and for her, I realized that each and every one had her as a safety net. In the naked mile, for example, she was right there for every humiliating event after the initial walk I took, naked through my neighborhood. She was right there in the aftermath too, when I was forced to please some of the men in the neighborhood. She controlled it all and watched over me like a guardian angel. She did that with each adventure I've had. On one hand, it's comforting to have someone around for the safety of it. On the other, though, there is the thought that perhaps I haven't been as truly used as I could be, if the safety net was taken away. I've thought long and hard about that since not being under Darla's control. I've often wondered if this is the very thing that she left me on my own for. Did she leave me on my own so that I could experience it as it was meant to be experienced, on my own, helpless? It was only a matter of time before I found out for sure.

I have to provide some background here, for those who didn't read earlier stories. One night, I forced myself to walk naked in my neighborhood. I started in a local bar a mile from my house and made myself walk home. On the way I made myself to do some tasks that, if caught, would force me to have to please whoever caught me. Needless to say, things didn't work out as planned (or did they?) and I got caught. Several of my neighbors were the beneficiaries of my sexual services because of it. However, one neighbor in particular is relevant for this new story.

This neighbor, named Sam, was disgustingly macho. He treated his wife, and other women like shit. He always had an air of superiority over women that made me despise him. When I'd walk past him he'd say things like, "I'd like to see you wash my car in that outfit...or less." It was actually that statement that led to my use by him. 

On my naked walk I left a video of me washing his car, naked. I planned that he'd only find it if I wasn't able to complete the naked walk before he got a hold of it. Naturally, the plan failed and he got a hold of the video and used it to blackmail me. Darla made sure there were rules he had to follow but she made me do it. I ended up washing his car, naked while he looked on and sneered. Then, he fucked me, roughly. 

Darla made sure it was a one-time thing though, by threatening to blackmail him right back. Since Sam's wife's father owned the company Sam worked for, Darla figured he wouldn't want his wife knowing he was screwing around, thus losing everything. It worked, I only saw Sam now and then, getting into his car or out in his yard. He'd mutter things under his breath, so I could only imagine what he was saying. I noticed he couldn't help but ogle me every time, though. The way he leered at me really irked me. 

I decided to make him pay for being such a jerk. For the next week or so I took it out on him. I wore even tighter shorts. I made sure my tits were barely contained when I passed him (I adjusted my tops accordingly just before I reached his house). Each time when he was able to see me I stopped and bent over or stretched out. We both knew I was teasing him. I really should've have provoked him. It was as if I was jabbing a bear with a stick. He always said something just low enough I couldn't make it out. I could only imagine what it was. I turned up the heat. I just wanted him to suffer with blue balls. With each day I noticed he was outside more often, no doubt trying to catch me walking by. I decided to up the ante, he was just that infuriating. 

One day, on my walk as I passed Sam's house he was outside watering his lawn. Instead of acting as if he wasn't paying attention to me he turned and grinned at me. It was an evil grin, one of those where you know what he's thinking. I just smirked and kept walking.

"You won't ignore me for long," I heard him mutter under his breath, at least that's what it sounded like. 

I initially resisted the urge to turn and ask him what he said. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I still hated him as a person, even though he'd used me roughly and humiliatingly, as I so desire. I have a strange dichotomy between my fantasy and real life. Being used sexually was just something I'd come to figure out that I enjoyed. I hate it at the time. I'm often scared to death, but, the thrill of doing it strikes me right to the core. I'd been lucky so far because Darla had always been in control. She was able to allow me a normal life, outside the fantasy. When I was done with the fantasy, I was always able to return home to my home, my bed and could recover at my own pace. I was glad Darla kept me from becoming some sort of toy for him but sometimes, in the darkness, I masturbated over it. I couldn't help myself, it's a part of me that I can't even explain. I hated him even though I felt that sexual need rising again. I really shouldn't even have involved him again but I just couldn't resist making him suffer.

My curiosity got the best of me. "What did you say?" I said as I turned. I tried to give him the same sneer he always gave me.

He just grinned coolly, "you'll find out."

"Argh," I thought, how could he have something on me and why did I let him get to me like he did?

Still, as I walked away from his driveway thoughts of his domination of me in that very same patch of cement filled my head. I cursed myself for thinking of it and felt shame when I noticed that my pussy was responding to those thoughts. I walked away in a huff. I could only hear him chuckling behind me. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my backside.

That really got to me. I made a fateful decision. I was going to really stick it to him. Late one night I snuck over when I noticed his wife's car was gone. I just wore a long coat and brought my digital camera. When I reached his car I dropped the coat and set the camera up quickly. I got a nice picture of me, naked, with my ass pressing against his precious luxury car. I knew it would aggravate him. Then, I quickly signed the back of it, "don't you wish your wife had an ass like this? You'll never tap this ass again, fucker."

Later that night as I was contemplating why he'd had such a sudden change in demeanor after a whole year I opened up my email. There was one from him. I cursed myself again for the episode a year ago, when I'd given him my email address as part of my humiliation. I read his new mail.

"Slut..." it began.

My jaw tightened and I felt my stomach start to churn.

"...I've attached a video, and that picture you just took of your whore ass on my car, you might want to open it," it continued.

I opened it, though I already thought I knew what it was. It was me, naked, washing his car. However, to my surprise, there was also another video of him fucking me in his driveway. The fucker had secretly taped our interlude, against Darla's wishes. He must've hidden his video on one of the shelves in his garage. It was very good quality. You could tell it was me. Masterfully, he had it on a level that only showed from the height of the car hood on down. His face was never shown. You could only see me, first washing his car with only my body, without using my hands. Then, me nude, being roughly fucked by him, ending with me cumming with his fat cock in my ass. You could also tell I was lost in the pleasure of it. I was shamed by seeing myself like that. Still, why was he rehashing this again? Darla had called his bluff by threatening to tell his wife. I thought I was free and clear. I kept reading.

"One year ago, you videotaped yourself naked, washing my car. Then, you made sure I got a hold of it. After that, you conspired to make sure you had sex with me...how was it you said it, "roughly and as humiliating as possible. After the sex, you had your lesbian neighbor friend step in before we could even start what could've been a very entertaining period. I've noticed a few things since then. One, I've noticed that you spend an awful lot more time alone than you used to. Two, I see that you and the lesbo no longer speak. I've surmised that she controlled your activity and that you very much liked it. Then, the constant teasing. You think you can take of picture of your naked ass on my car and not have to suffer consequences?"

I could feel the blood leaving my face, I was feeling faint. I hated this man. I hated that I'd done anything with him and I hated that he knew anything about me and who I was.

He continued, "I don't give a fuck who is who in your life, really. I'm just an opportunist. I can see you no longer have someone to save you. A year ago, you threw your slut ass in my face, and I took it. I had great plans for you, you see, and you and your carpet munching friend ruined it for me. Good thing for me that I'm not a quitter. Things have changed around here and one of the first things that I have to straighten up is what to do with you."

My face was now red. "What the fuck?" I said to myself. "You don't have anything to do with me," I thought in anger.

"As such, I'm notifying you as of this moment, I have your video on a group email. I've also included your prior emails, detailing what you were going to let me do to you. Take note of the recipients. You can get so much information from Facebook nowadays, lol."

I scanned the list. "FUCK!" I screamed. It was my workplace, my parents and everyone on my friend list from facebook. I was seething.

"So, if I don't hear from you, I'll assume it's ok to send it."

I looked at the time the email was sent. It was just an hour ago. I debated storming over to his house and confronting him in front of his wife. I decided to fire off an email of my own first.

"I don't know who you think you are trying to blackmail here but I think you'd better back off before your precious wifey finds out who you've been fucking around with," I began. "If you think you'll ever touch me again sexually, you're crazy. Darla forced me to let you the last time," I said, totally lying. "Don't bother me again or I'll tell everyone you know and work with how you raped me." I sent it off with as much malice as I could muster.

The reply was almost instantaneous. The phone rang, it was him. "I expected you to say that." 

I didn't even say a word as he laid it all out, "As I've said, things change. You will touch me again sexually and you will do it often, whenever and wherever I say. I own you now, bitch. Here's why. You are going to tell my lovely wife? Have you seen her lately? No, that's because she's moved in with her mother. As for her dad, turns out he has a bit of fluff on the side himself. We just had a laugh the other day when I caught him with his secretary. Turns out he doesn't give a rat's ass if I'm tapping some slut on the side, as long as I'm making him a ton of money. He cares more about the dollar than he cares about his vapid, vacuous daughter. So that brings us to you. You have nothing on me. Don't threaten me again or the punishment you are already going to get is going to increase exponentially. I've put up with your slutty teasing for too long. You are going to put out and you are going to do it whenever and however I say. You see, I wasn't born yesterday. I can tell you dig this kind of shit. It wasn't an accident that it happened the first time. Stop fighting yourself and just let it happen. Because it is going to happen."

Finally, there was a pause. "Are you there, slut?" He said menacingly.

"...yes..." I said softly. I realized I was crying.

"I expect great things from you," he said, more sure of his victory this time.

"What things?" I managed to choke out.

"You'll see," he said as if it was all a certainty now.

He was right though. It appeared had me. Even if I could live down the embarrassment of my parents seeing their daughter used so roughly while she got off on it, even if I could look my friends in the eye after they'd seen how he anal raped me while I came on his dick, there was no way I'd still have a job if anyone there got a hold of those videos. I worked in a place run by catholic services. We even had to sign a moral's code to work there. I'd be fired on the spot. I could hear him breathing on the other end of the line while I weighed it all out in my head.

"I want you here in one hour," he said with a low growl. "I want the whole slut treatment. High heels, the highest you have. The shortest shorts you can squeeze into. Cut some down if you have to. Your ass better be hanging out of them if you want to be able to sit again in the next week," he said threateningly. "No panties, of course, I'd just have to waste my time ripping them off your slut ass anyway....not that that doesn't have some fun attached to it," he laughed out loud. "Wear a camisole, or something lacy and see-through on top. No bra. You've been parading those big titties around like you are proud of them so I want to actually see what you've been holding out on me. The top better be see-thru enough that I can see your tits clearly before you hit my driveway. Next, wear the reddest whore lipstick you own. I want to see those fucking lips when they are wrapped around my cock. Don't act like you don't have all of those things and more already. Last, bring a belt. Make sure it's a wide one. More than an inch thick. I'm going to be whipping your teasing ass with it."

I was rapidly going over all my options as he was speaking. I wasn't sure I could live without that job, I thought. I've worked on my own before. However, the economy has been so bad I knew that I'd take a big hit financially before I'd start to recover. Some of my friends would probably just laugh, after all, it's just me, getting fucked by some man in a video. However, I have a lot of friends who are deeply religious. I'd never be able to face them again, I'm sure. As for my parents, that would be so embarrassing. They think their precious only daughter is miss perfect. My dad is one of those strict, moral guys. He was military. He'd never see me the same again if he saw me getting used as I was. Finally, as I scanned down his email list, my heart sank. My nephew was on the list. He is only 15 and is intellectually challenged due to birth trauma. He is mildly autistic and has aspergers syndrome. I mean the world to him. To him, I'm his saintly aunt Jillian. This would crush him, destroy him to see me like this. I was shaking now. I looked in the mirror, I was a mess, I was bawling. 

"Slut," he broke in, "I can send that email right now if you wish."

"No!" I screamed. "No...please don't, sir," I sniffed.

"Sir, that's better," he barked. "It's sir from now on, or master, or lord, whatever I prefer at the time," he laughed evilly. "So, one hour, that makes it...just about ten o'clock. Every minute you're late is another day you won't be able to sit."

"Ok," I said, defeated. If I come over, I get the videos? I allow you to...well...whatever...then I get everything?"

He just laughed. "You'll get what I give you, that's what you'll get."

"Look, it's just me on video getting fucked. The internet is full of them, it'll be forgotten ten minutes from now," I bluffed. It was my only hope.

"Maybe so, even though you really are an incredibly hot piece of ass," he said matter of factly and for some reason I was kind of proud of that.

"I'm not making any deals," he stated firmly. "You do as I say and you may get through it. It won't be a forever thing, I can guarantee that. However, you have so much to pay for after all the teasing and total disrespect you've shown. I have no problem just sending these along by email and just letting you drown in your own perversity." 

He had called my bluff. I agreed to meet him. I hung up the phone and buried my head in my pillow and sobbed. I couldn't make myself move for the longest time. I thought about it all. I thought about my nephew, my parents, my work. I still considered just not showing up and taking the consequences. Then, I thought about him. I thought about how he'd used me before, the thought of me cumming on his cock as he ass fucked me kept filling my thoughts. I thought about how sexually desperate I'd been lately. Would this really be so bad? I knew better. It would be bad. He was a total pompous ass. He could potentially do anything to me. This time I had no safety net in Darla. This time he would be able to entertain all his fantasies without the stifling limits as before. I wondered what his limits were, if he had any. I wondered how I'd survive this. I moaned. I had to hurry, I'd already wasted a lot of time.

I rushed to get ready. I knew what he wanted, he'd made that clear. I put on the shorts that I only wear when I'm around the house teasing someone to fuck me. They were ridiculously short and were also ripped so that much of my ass showed through the fabric. I put on the cami that I knew he'd like. I smeared on my slut lipstick. I was no stranger to this, I myself had enjoyed many a cock with my lips painted like a cheap whore. I found the heels I saved only for special occasions. They were fetish heels. They were clear and at least six inches high. I took a look at myself in the mirror. My big, firm tits were clearly visible, my nipples poked the delicate material. I wanted to blush, but in my haste I couldn't even think about how whorish I really looked. I raced out the door before realizing I'd forgotten something. The belt. I searched high and low but found the one I knew would fit his description. It was black, with shiny leather. It was a couple inches wide, like the '60's belts. I hurried back outside. I clicked along as quickly as I could while still staying upright. I looked back as I approached his porch, I tried to see if anyone was watching, I supposed it didn't really matter. I knew how people would see me. I took a quick look at Darla's house. I had a last fleeting glimmer of hope that somehow she'd be there to save me again. I saw no sign of life though. His front door opened.


Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor Ch. 02



Slave. That's what I'd become. I awoke from a wonderful dream only to be snapped back to reality. "Fuck," I remembered. I was nothing more than Sam's sex slave now. It was time for my morning ritual. I labored out of bed. I could barely move. Everything on me was sore. My ass and tits were screaming. They were purple with bruises. I slowed as I passed the mirror. On other occasions I'd taken pride in how I got them. This time though, they were Sam's. The bruises, the welts, my tits, my ass, they all belonged to him now. 

I brushed my teeth quickly, even though part of me knew he didn't deserve it. I took a deep breath. I threw on my shorts and a tight top and hustled out the door. Three minutes. That's all it was from the time I brushed my teeth and dressed before I was on my knees sucking his cock again. It was like this every morning. He got his blowjob before he left for work. After he filled my mouth with his cum he made me let it pour out of my mouth and down my chin. Then, he always made me stay there, on my knees, facing the glass screen door while he finished up getting ready for work. He wanted to display his cocksucking slut. 

It was no real comfort, but I did know that the only two houses with a clear view of me there would be Darla's and Bob's. Both of them had seen me in action before, it wasn't them I was worried about. I was more worried about some of my older neighbors who might be out on their walks. It didn't matter though, I was going to be displayed whether I wanted to or not.

Sam only gave me one day after the poker party to rest my pussy. He was back to filling it in the evenings. Like he said about himself, he was an opportunist. He was not going to waste any opportunity to fill his slut. Thankfully, he let my ass recover from the fucking at the party. He did not, however, stop his abuse of it completely. There wasn't a time he was fucking my pussy he didn't use his hand or my belt on the sore skin of my backside. He told me he didn't care that he was putting black and blue marks on top of black and blue marks. He was proud at how I wore them and how I accepted the lashings. I really hated him but I just can't control the fact that his rough use was what I needed to get me off. 

I'd always been able to walk away from prior such use. Darla had always made sure of it. Now, even as this use made my pussy ache, the dread of him wearing me out and destroying the life I had tormented me. He didn't mention any new plans of using me. I was hoping I got lucky and all this talk of giving me away, selling videos of me would somehow miraculously disappear.

It was the middle of the week and I was on my knees fellating him when he mentioned haphazardly that he should take some pictures and videos of my bruising before it goes away. 

"Fuck," I thought. It snapped me out of the fantasy that he'd changed his mind about the other uses of me he had planned.

"Pictures of this bruised cunt might be good on the internet site Ray is getting going. He said he's all but done setting it up. He has the original video of you washing my car and being used as well as the one from the poker party," he mused as if talking to himself. He didn't even look at me.

Cunt, I was just his slave, his toy. He had no regards for me as a person now. Still, he had so much on me now in terms of blackmail that I just did as he commanded and posed, showing off his brutal handiwork to the camera, with a smile.

Thursday, at work, I got a call from Sam. I was right in front of my bosses in a meeting. I knew I'd better not disappoint him though so I stepped back into a corner and took the call. He told me I had a task at lunch. He asked me what I was wearing and I told him in the softest whisper I could. He said he left the video camera in my car and that I needed to record it all for the website. He urged sternly that I was not to disappoint. This was a long time business contact of his. My bosses were giving me the evil eye. When I hung up I just lied and said my mom was having surgery and that she was ok.

Now he was crossing the boundary at work. I wondered if I'd ever have any boundaries left. I saw the irritation in my manager's face.

He knew I only had an hour at lunch. I had to hurry. I had on a flowing dress that went over my knees. I had on a lavender button down blouse. I went to the restroom and removed my panties and my bra as instructed. I rushed out to my car. I drove to the address Sam gave me. It was an office building. I found the suite and walked in. It was a lawyers office. The receptionist asked if she could help me. I read the name on the card Sam gave me.

"Mr. Phillips?" I said with uncertainty.

"Hmm, I didn't know he was expecting anyone," she said with slight disdain. I saw her eyeing me. The silk fabric of the blouse along with the fear and excitement of the danger had my nipples stony. I knew she had to notice. She buzzed him.

"Send her in," came the gruff reply.

The office door opened and I walked past her, she had the hint of a dismissive sneer.

I was met by an older man. He was bald on top with gray hair on his temples. He looked distinguished. He had on a finely tailored suit, complete with suspenders for his pants. He had a crooked smile.

"So what brings you here today, miss?" He said sweetly.

"Oh fuck," I thought, "I hope Sam at least told him what this was all about." I cringed at having to do it.

"Um, Sam sent me?" I squeaked uneasily. I could hear the goings on in the office, right outside our door. This was hardly a private setting.

He laughed. "Well, I knew that. He told me that you would be able to explain it."

That fucker. He wanted the full humiliation. I couldn't linger though, I was due back at work soon. 

"Well, perhaps he owes you something..." I began, the attorney's face didn't change in recognition. "Fuck it," I thought. "Well, I don't know the why," I said quickly. "But I'm sure I know the what," I said as I approached him.

Again, he betrayed nothing in his countenance.

"I'm sure I'm here to suck your cock, sir," I blurted out, just to be done with it.

He chuckled. "Damn, Sam just told me you were coming by to sign a contract," He said while my face turned scarlet. "But, he did say that I wouldn't be disappointed, now I know why."

I avoided his gaze. Sam had done it again, humiliated me so effectively. Then suddenly I remembered, "A contract? What contract?"

The attorney handed me a contract. In it, it gave all rights for internet and video endeavors to Sam. I didn't have time for all this, I didn't want to get fired. I signed quickly. What choice did I have, really? I noticed that the contract gave him these rights for a specified date. It was just less than two months from now. I took a little comfort in the fact it didn't just say, "forever," though I doubted that would be legalese enough. He told me to lock the door. 

I said, "Sir, about the blowjob, I was just kidding..." I was trying to bullshit my way out of it. 

He just beckoned me to him. "Hush, verbal contracts are also binding," he said with a wink. 

He made me unbutton the front of my blouse so that he could see my tits. Then, just like every morning I found myself on my knees in front of a man, expected to please. I started to unzip him before I remembered the camera. I took it out of my purse. He balked.

"Miss, I'm an attorney, I can't be videotaped having sex with some slut in my office," he said with some indignation.

Now, I knew this was all some sort of game, Sam no doubt had anticipated all this. I knew I was to bargain.

"I'll only video from your waist down," I said hopefully. "Sam wants this."

Mr. Phillips still didn't look convinced. I had to hurry, my time was running down.

"He mentioned this might go on that website or something," Mr. Phillips said, betraying a prior conversation with Sam. 

"Sam wants this," I begged. I really had no time, I looked at the clock, I didn't know how I was going to make it back to work on time.

I improvised. "How about you operate the camera, make it a point of view thing. Just me, on my knees, just showing me sucking your cock? There are a ton of those on the internet," I said hopefully.

That was the answer he was looking for. I took out his cock. I gave him the best head he'd no doubt ever had. He had a nice cock, really. It was nice and hard which surprised me, due to his apparent age. I worked my magic on him and had him ready to blow.

"Don't forget to swallow," he gurgled, lost in ecstasy. I looked up into the camera.

"I won't," I winked. He filled me. I was just a cocksucking slut, first for Sam, now for...well....who knows how many others.

I helped myself up. "Thank you, sir," I said with a smirk.

I started to leave. "Oh," he said. Contract signings are seventy five dollars each."

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, not only did I have to blow him but now I had to pay him for it." I had no time to argue.

"Just give it to my secretary," he smiled.

I walked out to his secretary. I had to look at her superior face as I handed her the money. She had her eyebrow raised. She'd heard it. I knew she did. Through the thin walls I'd heard someone with their ear pressed against the door. She was staring at my chest. In shame I realized I hadn't buttoned up all the way again. My tits were basically spilling out. My face was lit with heat. 

"Fuck it, what's done is done," I thought. I hoped I'd never see her again anyway. She handed a receipt to me. As I reached for it I could feel a cool drip work it's way down my cleavage. I knew it was some of his cum. No doubt that's why she was staring. I stepped in the elevator and was facing her. Her eyes were locked on mine. I took my index finger and scooped up the small stream of cum. I put my finger in my mouth. I licked my lips lewdly, tasting him on me. She just curled her lip in disgust as the door closed on me. 

I was fifteen minutes late back to work. My manager tapped her watch and voiced her disapproval. I had to be careful, they were very intolerant there. People have been fired for little to no justification.

Later, between when Sam had me tied up to the ceiling spanking my ass and fucking my pussy raw, I told him I couldn't afford to lose my job.

His face, as always, showed his total lack of concern. "Why should I care? You're a whore, probably have a job too good for you anyway. That gives me an idea though, maybe if you lose your job you could go to work stripping for one of our bar owners that Ray and I talked about. This guy owns one really seedy titty bar, you'd be the hottest piece of ass in there. Well, at least until we're done wearing your skank ass out, then you might not be good for much. But until then, it's a job," he said as if he was seriously considering having me do it.

He left me hanging, literally, from the ceiling on my tippy toes as he watched the video of me sucking the attorney. "Ray says this shit is really going to sell, you are one smokin' slut. He said we should put you on web cam too. He'll be over sometime to hook it up in the basement here. He said we need more of the torture type stuff, whippings and such and we can do it on webcam while people pay to watch and suggest things."

I was lost. My world was disintegrating. Even as I sobbed softly I could feel the wetness between my legs at his mention of whippings and torture. I'd come to know myself that way. It was truly what I needed, but not at a price of losing myself. Sam didn't care, he sent me home cum filled again.

He told me he had another task for me on Friday night. He told me I could forego the morning blowjob that next morning. He left me to worry about it until then. The answer came in an email.

"Slut, Ray has so graciously setup a meeting for you with one of our clients..." I read as I could feel my fists clench. "...one of our best clients in fact. You are to meet him at the Wyndham hotel, 7pm sharp." My head slumped. "This guy is important to us, don't you fuck it up," he warned. "I've heard he's really into lingerie. Bring several of your best getups." I cringed at the word several, this was not going to be a quickie, I surmised.

I emailed him back, "What am I supposed to do, exactly?"

He replied instantly, "Whatever the fuck he wants, for as long as he wants, whore! The whole weekend if that's what he wants."

I cried myself to sleep that night but again, for reasons which were becoming so clear I couldn't keep my hands off my sore, stretched pussy.

I was thankful that I didn't have to blow Sam again that morning. To me, it was almost worth it to do someone else just so that he didn't get me that way. He was getting the best and he treated me as if I was nothing. I know its what usually gets me off, but it also just infuriated me.

I met his client in a bar in the hotel. He actually was very nice. I wondered why the hell he had anything to do with Sam, but I realized it was just business. He was in his late forties, early fifties perhaps. He was pudgy, his hair was thinning, but he had a warm smile. Guys like this hit on me all the time. Older guys seem to really dig me. This was just another one, if we were at any bar, any other time, in any other situation, I'd have shot him down like I did hundreds of times before. I was too good for him, at least that's what I used to think. Now, he was going to have me in any way he wished.

He was really chatty as the drinks flowed. He was nervous, it was obvious. After a dinner and some more conversation he asked me, "So, how do we do this?

"Do what?" I asked, though figuring what he was about to say.

"Well," he hesitated, "Sam told me...well...you and I...." he stammered. It was kind of cute, actually, though it was hard not to think of his sweaty body doing god knows what to me at the same time.

I put my hand on his in reassurance. "Sam told you that you and I would have some fun, right?" I said with particular emphasis.

"Yes," he said with an embarrassed grin. "I mean, I've never had a prostitute before so I..." 

"I'm not a prostitute," I snapped.

"Oh, oh my, I'm so sorry, I thought Sam said, I mean....oh, I'm so sorry," He said, apologizing profusely.

I said, "It's ok, it's ok" I said, patting his hand. 

"But then why would you...with me, like this?" He asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Let's just say Sam and I have an arrangement and leave it at that," I said succinctly.

"So you have sex with his clients, as kind of a business incentive?" He asked.

"Well, you are the first, actually. In no way am I getting paid for this though," I said in honest truth.

"Wow," he said. I could see he took it to mean that I got off on doing it, that it wasn't about the money. It was misinterpretation on his part, but I didn't bother correcting him.

"Come on," I said. I took him by the hand. We walked up to his room. He was a kisser. He made me kiss him for the longest time. He barely put his hands on me until I moved his hands to my tits and then finally to my pussy. I wanted to do it and get it over with, he didn't seem to be the type to go all night so I thought if I could get him off, I might just be able to get out of there.

He brought up the lingerie. My shoulders sank a little. I pretended to be excited about modeling it for him. I put on a pair of frilly pink panties with matching bra. There was a see through top that went with it. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was fucking hot, no doubt. I wondered if a guy like this could appreciate getting something like this just thrown at him. I walked out, he just gawked. I pranced around a bit while he operated the video camera I'd brought. No doubt Sam had clued him in on this ritual. 

I let him paw me in this outfit. His thick hands found their way inside the material. My breasts were fondled delicately, my nipples were treated like they were fragile, I wanted to scream, "Pull on those fuckers!" It was driving me crazy. 

I went and changed into another outfit. It was devil red. The panties and bra matched the crimson stockings. He really liked that one. He had me pose longer and in various stages of undress until I just had on the panties and the stockings. He slipped his fingers under the material of the panties. He found my pussy hot, wet and ready. I was working myself up just on the thought of being given away. The thought being used as a whore was helping me. I actually couldn't wait to get his cock out.

It was laughable when I did. It was barely four inches and thin as a reed. I had to leave the room under the excuse of using the bathroom, just to keep from laughing in his face. I thought, "Oh my god, I might have to stop by Sam's later just to get some real cock to hush the desire building in my pussy.

I walked out, it was time. I positioned the video camera. I sucked his cock, at least he was hard already. It was very easy to suck, I deep throated him with it barely seeming to hit the back of my throat. He, on the other hand, was going crazy. I could tell he didn't get this kind of treatment much, if ever. I started to actually feel sorry for him. I could feel his excitement build. He stopped me.

His face was red, he was sweating. "I want to cum in your pussy," he panted. "Sam said I would get to fuck you," he said hopefully, as if he had to convince me. I nodded. I felt doggie style would be the best. One, I might actually feel his cock that way, and two, I wouldn't have to look at his soft, flabby, sweaty body as he did it.

It worked well for both of us. He sawed his little dick in and out of my pussy while I lost myself in the thoughts of how I'd been used recently. My hand worked my clit and I was just about to orgasm on the thought of Sam and Ray webcam torturing me in the basement when I was interrupted by the sweaty guy's spasms. He was cumming. I spun around quickly, it was instinctual. I put my mouth over his pencil dick just as he fired his first spurt. I sucked him down like a Hoover. I swear it was an almost steady stream. He must've not cum for the longest time. His cum had no acidic taste to it at all, it was actually quite pleasant. Not that I usually complain about the taste of cum. I've come to enjoy it in it's many tastes.

He thanked me profusely. I hoped it was over. I wanted to masturbate so badly. Unfortunately for me, this guy was one of the sensitive types. He made me stay there all night. I had to sleep with one of his meaty, bear arms holding me tight, like I was his long lost love. I kept running my hand between my legs as he slept. But, each time I managed to start getting myself worked up he'd partially awaken, and I'd have to start over. Finally, I gave up and reluctantly went to sleep.

I spent the next day out with Fred, the sweaty guy. Mostly we went shopping. He took me to Victoria's secret and bought me a number of outfits. I knew it was only to model for him later but I didn't mind, at least I'd get something out of it this time. He videotaped me modeling again and we went through the same routine at night. I sucked him, then he doggie style fucked me. I managed to get off slightly before he came in me. It was hardly enough, but it had to do as I had to sleep under his arm again. Finally, Sunday morning it was over. I sucked him off in the morning then left him with a smile on his face.

I walked by the front desk and the clerk behind the desk called me over. He called me into a small office.

"Ma'am," he said stiffly. "I know you are working this hotel," he began, as if judging my reaction.

I started to deny him when he continued. "Look, we have you on videotape..."

I just shrugged. What was he going to do, have me arrested for having sex with Fred? I knew it was a charade, hell, I didn't even get any money for it.

"What do you want?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Some of this," he said, roughly running his thumb over my pouty lips.




Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor Ch. 02



I did what I had to, I sucked him off right there in that tiny office. At least his cock was thick and impressive. He just sneered at me as I choked down his cum. He shooed me out the door before I even finished swallowing it.

"Expect the same treatment if you ever show up here again," he said.

Sam called me over that evening and tied me to his ceiling again, my hands tied helplessly above me while we watched the video of fat Fred using me. He spanked me hard after I told him about the use by the clerk and my not being able to have it videotaped. He grudge fucked me right after. It was odd, it seemed that seeing me used both got him off harder as well as pissed him off. It was as if he was jealous. His fat cock had no trouble pleasing me, however. I was able to cum on his cock as he fucked me with me dangling in front of him. Rarely am I able to cum so well without touching myself. I knew it was because of how frustrated I'd been not being able to finish with Fred.

The next day, Monday, I didn't have to blow him. He told me he wanted something later. I was at work in my office when he came in and surprised me. He shut the door behind him. My jaw dropped.

"Sam! You can't just come in here, this is my job!" I whined.

"Shut the fuck up, hole. I own you, I don't give a fuck about your job," he hissed. "Get on your knees and suck me right now. If you are good, maybe you can get me off before someone sees you."

He wasn't going to be dissuaded, I knew it. I took my position in front of him quickly. I worked on his fat cock in earnest. He wasn't going to make it easy though, he was teasing me. He was holding back. I was fighting it, I did everything I could to get him off. Finally, he couldn't take the onslaught. He pumped my mouth full. It was lucky I got him off because not ten seconds after he zipped himself up my manager popped her head in the door. The doors have no locks there. Sam just gave her a nod and walked out with a smile. Dee, the manager, looked at me disapprovingly but didn't ask who he was. It was policy not to have friends and family just show up. I think Sam was angling to get me fired. It was if he was stripping away all pieces of me, my dignity, so that I'd truly be just a slave to him. I saw Dee write something in her date book. It was something she did when she disapproved of a behavior, it showed up in your next evaluation. My mind went straight to the titty bar. The way things were going, I'd end up there for sure.

Sam told me before he sent me home that this weekend Ray was going to own me. Sam would be out of town from Friday until Monday morning. I cried myself to sleep that night. "If Sam was so fucking rough", I thought, just think how bad might Ray be. Sam kept referring to him as the sick one. I knew the battery shock torture thing was Ray's idea. Sam hinted that that little gadget was just the tip of the iceberg.

With trepidation, I asked Sam about the weekend. What if Ray does something against Sam's wishes? I thought specifically about the bars they mentioned and the thugs and gangs that frequent them.

Sam said, "he fucking owns you. You do what he tells you to, as if it were me. Don't worry about me, slut, he knows better than to cross me."

"What if..." I said with hesitation, "...he takes me to one of those bars? I mean, your slut isn't hardly ready for that yet, look at these bruises and sir, you've really worked my pussy over hard recently."

"Eh," Sam grunted though I could tell he liked the sound of me having to say that to him.

"He won't do the gang thing, not yet anyway, I made that clear. I am going to make sure you are just a broken down cunt before that happens. After that, I'm sure you won't be of any use to me."

I shuddered at that thought, that was his plan, his vision of me, to just break me?

"What do you mean, broken down?" I asked with fear.

"You know what is going to happen to you, you are on that path," he said. "You are going to be whored out to anyone. You are going to be fucked and beaten on video until it just becomes passé, or at least until it stops making us money. You are going to end up stripping for a living, no doubt. I fully expect you to be pierced in every way, covered in degrading tattoos before you are finally no use to me."

I choked out, "pierced and tattooed?"

He saw the fear in my eyes and just smiled. "Yes, you know that's where you'll end up. Just another pierced and tattooed online whore." He didn't seem concerned about that thought at all. "Ray knows a guy who does some really nice work. You'll have to fuck him for it, of course."

I wanted to hit him in his smug face and run. He was leering at me, as if judging me, tempting me. Instead, I said nothing.

"Yeah, I thought that's what you might say, nothing," he said scornfully. "We both know how you'll end up," he sniffed.

He sent me home with those thoughts. He actually left me alone for a few days. No doubt he was letting me recover for what he knew was coming from Ray. Ray emailed me on Thursday.

"Hey slut, I finally get you alone tomorrow. When I get done with you, you'll be lucky if you'll ever walk right again," he crudely wrote. "You'll be happy to know your website is just about finished, bring the rest of the tapes you have of you slutting around lately, Sam says there's a bunch of them. He told me about you wanting a tattoo so I have an idea for one."

It was the word "whore" in what looked like old English letters. I admit I've wanted to have my nipples pierced and maybe my clit as well as getting a tattoo but the thought of how these sadistic men were going to have me do it well, I had to cry myself to sleep again that night.

I couldn't sit still all day at work on Friday, thinking about how Ray might use me. My bruises were just starting to fade and I wondered if I'd ever be allowed to return to an unbruised state. I knew there was no chance of that with Ray, however, I knew he took to abusing women like pigs take to slop. Ray called me an hour before my work was done. He told me to meet him immediately. I made up a lame excuse to my manager, told her I was sick. I could see her disappointment in me. I wondered if I'd have a job on Monday.

I had to meet Ray at Sam's house. I found out why. He had setup the webcam in the basement. I found myself nude and shackled to the ceiling while he adjusted the camera. Tears were falling down my cheeks. Ray was pissed. He wiped them off with his sleeve after slapping my cheek hard.

"Stupid slut, I can't have you crying when your web customers are wanting to see a hot slut in action." He made me promise I'd stop or he'd make me pay. I shuddered at what he had in mind so I quickly agreed.

Turns out online people are kinksters. Ray spent a couple hours with me, fielding requests from the many viewers. I was quite popular, I heard the pinging of requests going constantly as I was being viewed. Ray did things like put clothespins on my nipples (which nearly had me buckle at the knees when the jolt hit my pussy). Ray was talking back to the viewers, telling them what a slut I was, how I liked being tortured, etc. He was stoking their fires. He never put himself fully in the camera shots though, he was careful never to show his face.

One guy asked Ray to do something that I couldn't make out and Ray laughed and said he'd be right back. I had to stand there helpless and talk to the guys while Ray went upstairs for something. He came back with a smile.

"I've got just the thing," he smirked. He told the people to "watch this," he didn't tell me what he had in his hand. I felt him mashing something on my pussy lips. I didn't feel anything. Ray walked away chuckling. 

"Wait for it," he said, laughing, into the mic. 

Then it hit me, "Oh, my fucking god," I screamed. It was chili pepper, maybe a jalapeño or something. I screamed my lungs out as I danced back and forth on my feet. I felt like I was frothing at the mouth. Ray, on the other hand was laughing uncontrollably. I heard the responses from the webcam hookup increase in intensity, they were going wild. As I was screaming and dancing Ray responded to another request and before I knew it he'd rubbed my nipples with whatever it was. It was like there was a fireworks show in my brain where someone lit them all at the same time by accident.

I was barely lucid when Ray stepped up behind me, wearing a mask. He brutally anal raped me while I never stopped my screaming. He shot his hot cum up my bowels just as the heat in my pussy was starting to fade, but only slightly. At least I stopped screaming. I realized tears were pouring down my face. I saw Ray's look, I apologized. He just shrugged.

"Eh, don't worry about it, turns out they like seeing a screaming, crying bitch," he laughed.

I started to slump but the shackles kept me from falling. I heard Ray tell the viewers. "I'll leave you with one more treat for the night." 

I had no idea what he meant. He walked behind me. He inserted something in my ass. It was smooth and thin. At first I thought it was his finger. I was wrong, suddenly I knew something was wrong. It was a pepper again. After watching me scream, cry, beg and curse while dancing uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity, Ray told everyone good night and that they should check back often for updates. I was still screaming when he left me on my own. He went back upstairs until my throat was sore from all the yelling. Finally, he returned. He returned with a business card. He handed it to me. It was a bar on the seedy side of town.

"You are going, that's final. Tomorrow night, midnight. I get you the rest of tonight," he grinned evilly.

"Ray!" I whined. "Sam said you wouldn't do the gang thing without his approval."

"Sam doesn't give a fuck about you, I don't either. He'd only care if they killed you. He wouldn't like that, at least not until he's done using you. I'll try to make sure you'll make it through. I can guarantee these dudes will not leave you in recognizable shape, however. You'll never be the same, after," he said roughly. He saw my fear. "They aren't going to just fuck you, you know. Yes, they'll beat you too, but that's not just it. You know about the tats and the piercings, this is it. They want to mark you up permanently and you just might end up a toy for the gang. I know one woman they had, they chained her in the back room. Don't know what happened to her but they used her up for a few weeks before she disappeared.

"Please, please, sir," I begged. "I'll do anything you want. Fuck my ass all weekend." I could see it wasn't moving him.

"Turn the webcam back on," I urged frantically. "More people will want to see the pepper thing!" I begged. There was still no change in his expression.

"I know," I panted, "do the battery thing, do it, hook my nipples up and shock the shit out of them," I pleaded. "People will love that!"

"Yes, I agree, they would, still these bar guys have been insistent," he said with emphasis. "Sam doesn't know it but I owe the owner big-time. If you are good, this could clear me, finally."

"Please sir, please, I'm begging you. Get out the battery, shock me...not just my nipples..." I said with hope.

"What do you mean?"

"My pussy, sir, hook it up to my pussy too, maybe stick a wire in my ass..." I said, with no idea what that would do to me. I didn't care. I didn't want to be given to a gang and maybe never be heard from again.

Ray's eyes were black and cold, I pleaded again, "Please sir, hook me up, shock me, my tits, my pussy, my ass. Maybe you can fuck my ass with a pepper while you shock me."

"Jesus," laughed Ray, you really dig this shit, don't you?"

"I do!, I do sir! Please, just do it, keep me here, keep me for yourself, Sam would want it that way."

"I told you, Sam doesn't know how much I owe these guys, when this is over, he'll understand why I had to do what I had to."

I could see he wasn't going to budge with those offers.

"Do all that stuff, sir, shock me, pepper my ass, and, I'll come with you..."

"What?" He asked with suspicion.

"Do all of it, then, I'll come with you and be yours."

He just eyed me.

"I'll be your slave from now on. You can do whatever you want to me, I promise. Just ...don't make me go...." I cried. It was like suicide either way, a slow death, or a quick one. I was just trying to survive.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You are just nasty. Just a nasty, amoral, stupid, backstabbing slut. Fuck it, you deserve what you get now. You're going!" He said as he uncuffed me. He told me to go home, get washed up and rest. He told me I had 24 hours and I'd better be at that bar tomorrow at midnight or he'd kill me himself. He grudge fucked me over and over all night. In the morning, I ran out with his cum slicking my inner thighs. 

The next morning I had to run back over to Sam's. Ray made me repeat my daily blowjob chore, with him this time. 

When I was done, still choking on his cum, I ran right into Darla on the sidewalk. "What do you think you are doing, dearie?" She asked, her mouth agape at seeing me, nearly naked, dripping cum, carrying most of my clothes in my hands.

"Oh my god, Darla, oh my god," I said as I broke down. She guided me to my house. I told her everything. I told her about teasing Sam, about the poker party. I told her about the lawyer, the client, the webcam, Ray setting up the internet site, finally, the bar and the impending gang bang, everything. I was bawling. I told her about the ways I could be blackmailed.

"Oh my goodness, you've been a busy slut," she said seriously. "I left you on your own because I thought you'd learned everything you needed to learn about yourself. I guess I was wrong. It was obvious what you were doing, though. I saw you morning after morning, gobbling up his cum in the doorway. I wondered how he convinced you, after we barely got you away from him last time."

I apologized, sobbing. 

" You don't have anything to apologize for, Jillie, you are led primarily by your nature, it's like blaming a bee for pollinating."

She left me alone after sobbing myself out for the time being. She held me close and caressed my hair. She kept saying it'd be all right. She let me sleep. She told me she'd think about things. I slept all day. She woke me up after 5pm.

I was crying even as I found myself stripping and getting ready for a shower. "You are still getting ready to do this?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I have to, don't you see? All the blackmail, I can't get out!" I wailed.

"Take your shower then, let me think about this."

I was toweling off when she came in and leaned on the door frame. "My my those are some really nice bruises," she said with some awe.

"I know, and normally I'd be masturbating myself in a fury over them," I admitted. "In fact, all the use in general has got me in such a state, I can't tell you." Having to suck Sam off daily, oh my god, it makes my skin crawl but I fucking can't help it, it makes me wet. My god, when they whipped me, beat my tits....shocked my nipples with a battery..." I said softly.

"Wow," Darla said.

"I know, fucking crazy, but it drives me wild. But, because I have such overpowering desires to be used like this has led me to this. It might cost me my life."

"They won't kill you," Darla said with assurance. "I know Sam, and I know he's the dominant one over Ray. They wouldn't get involved in something so sinister. I know these places. I've been to that one. Most of them, like the one you are going to, they're just filled with hard working, blue collar guys who are just there to drink, fight and blow off steam. The bartender at that place actually used me a time or two," she giggled. She saw me staring. "It's just damned good fortune that I get out and meet people, for your sake dearie. This one is going to turn out to be a godsend."

"Don't look at me like that," she snapped playfully. You know I'm a submissive too. He's quite dominant. I've been there more than a few times, in the back. It's actually what gave me the idea for tonight."

"But what good will that do me? I'm in too deep," I said as I rummaged through my new Victoria's secret collection. Ray had asked me to wear something like that, and just a long coat over it all.

"I have an idea," said Darla. "But you have to trust me."

"How could she possibly save me from this?" I wondered. 

She laid it out for me. "First, Sam's wife didn't leave him you silly slut, she's on a humanitarian mission in Africa for two months!" She just shook her head at me. "Seriously Jillie, you should actually talk to your neighbors sometimes, instead of just fucking them," she said with a chuckle. "So, I guarantee you he was lying about her father not caring."

I started to put it together in my head. She was right, that is why he wanted everything done in such a hurry, he wanted it all over by the time she returned. I can see why he was trying to break me like that, I'm sure he was hoping I'd lose my job or run away, move. It all made sense.

"But he...well they still have all those videos of me, it doesn't matter anyway..." I said, defeated.

"You said the website wasn't up yet, or at least, just the webcam thing?" She asked. I nodded. "Ray has the original tapes...and most likely it's all on his pc at home?" 

I nodded again, he'd even mentioned that he had quite a library building at his house. It was a statement that would come back to betray him.

"So, all that's been lost so far is your dignity?" She wondered with a wry smile. "The webcam thing, that's no big deal, if that site was shut down I'm betting the people couldn't even pick you out of a lineup of two people," she grinned. "I'm betting they also weren't looking at your face."

"But the tapes," I whined.

"Hush, I told you trust me. Here's what we'll do. Call up Ray. Tell him you thought it over. Tell him you are glad he's making you do this." She went on and described what else to say. She had hatched a plot.

I called him, he was now at home. He answered, obviously irritated. "What the fuck, slut, you'd better damn well not be backing out!" he warned.

"Ray, it's cool, sir. I just called to thank you for letting me doing this, for making me do it. You are right about me. I'm just a fucking slut who gets off on being abused like this. You are good, sir, the best. I hope you'll be around when it's all over, I meant it, sir. I'll be your whore from now on, not Sam's, if you guarantee to use me like this often."

"Um, yeah," he grunted, obviously surprised. "I knew that's who you were you stupid little cunt," he said, growling. I could feel his desire to abuse me again growing. "If they don't finish you tonight, don't worry, I'll have you back again before you know it, in fact, I have a number of club owners interested in having you entertain them," he said, his voice growing excited.

"Oh god, sir, that sounds great. I want that so badly. I want you to fuck me so hard right now. I wish I could do it myself."

"I know, cunt, don't worry, I'll get you soon enough," he said, his lust growing.

"I feel bad, sir, your cunt will be out having fun being tortured while you are alone, stroking that wonderful cock of yours."

"Yeah..." he growled, I knew he was hard now.

"I want to do something for you, sir. Just you, I never told Sam about it even."

"What's that?" he said with extreme interest.

"I have a friend..." I said, setting the trap. "...she's a lot like me, sir."

"Like you? How?" he asked, he was panting. I think he was stroking himself.

"She's just a stupid, cow slut that likes being used, sir."

"And you want to bring her to the bar with you to help you out?" he said suspiciously. I think he suspected something. I had to quickly convince him otherwise.

"No, no, sir. You want your cunt to service these thugs and I aim to, sir, you know me, I want that all to myself."




Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor Ch. 02



"Then what?" he said, somewhat softer. I wondered if he was still stroking his cock.

"She came over right when I got home. She's um...horny." I had to set the hook. "I want to send her over to you right now, sir. While I'm pleasing a bar full of men I want her to come over and please you."

"Fuck..." he groaned. I knew I had him going.

"She really has no idea what kind of man you are, sir. I mean, she says she fantasizes doing stuff like I do, but she's never had a man like you to actually show you how it's done." I was fanning his massive ego.

"Really? Can you guarantee she can take as much as you?" He said hopefully. His voice was now higher, more tense, he was into it.

"Sir, you know how it is with us sluts. You decide how much she can take."

"Yes, you are right. Just another silly slut who needs a strong man to show her what she is."

"Yesss," I purred. "I want to do this for you, sir. Think of it as a token of my permanent submission to you, master."

"She's not some fat, ugly slut is she?" he said with a hint of concern.

"God no, sir. She's fucking beautiful. If there was a picture of a MILF in a dictionary, her picture would be right there."

I could sense he was wavering. I motioned at her. I felt like a domme when I commanded her to take off her clothes. She shrugged and complied. I got out her cell phone and took a picture of her naked, front and back. I sent it to him.

"Fuck yeah," He moaned. "I love fucking sluts with some meat on them. She's fucking curvy and I love those fucking nice tits. You got me, send the bitch over."

I nodded to her that the trap was set.

"Just let her know that she should expect...well...tell her exactly what to expect," he said with a glower.

"I did, sir. She's excited and looking forward to it." I hung up with a glimmer of hope. I still couldn't believe she could pull it all off, though.

"You are going to owe me for this, Jillie," she said firmly.

"I know," I sighed. "I should never have gotten myself into this. I should've always let you lead me.

"So you want me to control you again?" She asked hopefully.

"Yesss," I said, barely audibly. "We never should've broke up what we had. You know exactly who I am, what I need."

"I accept then," she said.

"Wait," I said. I took a deep breath. It wasn't quite decided yet. "You have to promise me something though," I said, my voice wavering.

"If you take control of me again... you have to promise me..." I said, struggling for the words."

"Say it, slut, we haven't much time," she said with a grin.

"Well, I loved your use in the past, fucking loved it, but..."

"But what?" She asked. I think she knew. She just wanted me to say it.

"You have to promise me to use me properly." She didn't even bat her eyes.

"Meaning?"

I was squirming. It was like having to admit a lie to your principal in elementary school.

"When this is over I'll be your slut. You'll control me totally," I said, gaining strength. My pussy was buzzing. "You see how I am, what I've become..."

"Yes?"

"I need this, ma'am. You can see it, what I need."

"Yes, but I also need you to tell me. For me, Jillie. You have to say it."

"You see where I'm at now, right? This is what I need. I need all of it. The whippings, being given away....all of it. Men need to have me in any and all ways. I just need it to be you controlling it. It's so that I don't completely lose myself." 

"Yes, I agree. I've underestimated you, you see," she said thoughtfully. "I promise you'll be used hard and often. You need cock, lots of it, I can see that. I'll make sure I'll get a rougher type," she giggled. "But, I think you also need to be faceful in pussy now and again."

"Good," I sighed. My pussy was humming. "My god, when he told me about the whore tattoo..." I said wistfully. 

Her eyes were intently studying me.

"I need that, I've always wanted that. To be marked as a slut...so that every time...." I said, my urgency growing.

"...so that every time you get fucked they'll see and know exactly who and what you are..." she said, finishing my thought.

"Yesss," I hissed.

"I do love your perfect, milky skin," Darla mused. "But I do like the idea of marking you as a slut. You know what that means, though. You are in it for life. Can't see you showing that to a future husband."

I nodded. "I know, this is who I am, just a whore to be used. Your whore. No man is going to marry that. 

"Anything else, dear?" she asked probingly. "You want to be given away, as often as possible, I'm guessing. You want it rough, though playfully and survivably rough," she chuckled. "You want it humiliating, deviously so." I nodded, I felt like my pussy was melting.

"I've been thinking about the internet thing," I said, my embarrassment shaming me. I saw her constant gaze forcing it out of me. "I don't mind if you take those videos..." I choked hoarsely. "I mean, if it's you controlling them, I don't mind you doing it..."

"You want me to show everyone on the web your whore ass and how you like getting used?" She smiled knowingly.

"Yes, ma'am," I said with barely a peep. "I do worry about my job, though, the rest....the humiliation if someone I knew saw it...well...I think I'd deserve that," I said shamefully.

"And love it," giggled Darla. I nodded.

"Don't worry about your job, you can always do your consulting from home as you used to. At worst, you can come work for me."

I was relieved at that. I knew my manager's disappointment had been growing. I wasn't sure how long I'd last there anyway.

"I might not let you out of that job so easily, though," she grinned. "I might have to have you go out with a bang," she teased.

"Whatever you wish, ma'am," I said with conviction. We both had gotten what we wanted out of this.

"Now, enough of this chit chat," she urged. "We have to get going."

We went through my lingerie wardrobe. She picked out an especially slutty number and put it on. She's a bit heavier than me, though beautifully proportioned. It just made it sexier with her tits and ass hanging out.

"He'll like beating that right off you," I said, with a hint of concern.

"Don't worry about me, Jillie, I've taken it from the best. You have your own work to do.

"Remember, you owe me for this," she said knowingly. I nodded. She had me, whenever, for whatever.

I still wondered how this would ever turn out in my favor. Darla gave me hope though. I kissed her deeply. She's the only woman who I'd ever have any passion for.

"Thank you so much, ma'am," I said submissively.

"Don't thank me yet," she said with urgency. "Plus, you might not thank me so much after..." she grinned mischievously.

I saw her walk out with my lingerie on, my high heels on, wearing just one of my raincoats. She was fucking beautiful. I regretted getting her in this. He was going to fuck her up good, I just knew it.

She was on her way. She called me when she got to Ray's house. 

"Ok, he opened the door, do what I told you to do. Oh god, he told me to take off the coat. He wants me to crawl down his walk to him. You fucking owe me girlie."

I felt regret immediately. He was going to hurt her, I just hoped she was like me. Only the need for it can get you through something like that.

It was even more difficult for me because I got her into it myself. The guilt was killing me. Still, I had to do my part. I snuck outside in the darkness. I headed to Sam's. I made sure I stayed out of sight this time. I reached the garage door. I knew it didn't lock. I pulled it up quietly and slid underneath. I headed straight for his den. Sure enough, everything was there as Darla suspected. He had copies of all the videotapes of me. I put them all in my purse. I checked his pc. Darla told me how to check the hard drive. He'd copied them to his pc. He had a secret, private file, just as Darla had asked me to look for. When I opened one, to my surprise, it was Sam. He was fucking some blonde who couldn't have been more than twenty. They were in an office. It must've been his office, at work. I'm betting she was his secretary. I copied that one for me then I deleted them all as Darla instructed. The originals were at Ray's, there was nothing I could do about that.

I could only wait in fear and trepidation for Darla to get back. The hours went by, I wondered if she'd even get back. When it approached midnight I debated whether or not I should just go to the bar anyway. What if Ray had figured out Darla's plan? What if he was abusing her, enslaving her or worse? Then, he'd be over to kill me, for sure. I almost did it. I had brought my handcuffs and put them on the nightstand, as she'd instructed. Reluctantly, I'd also cut holes in my new lace bra, so that my tits and nipples were exposed. Then, I cut a slit in my panties at the crotch. I didn't ask why. I put on the items that Darla had me lay out. I almost went to my car and let it all happen. My deep love and concern for Darla, the trust she insisted on, were the things that kept me. I fell asleep in my window, waiting. My dreams were tortured. I was startled awake by the door opening.

Oh my god, she was a mess. Her normally perfect hair was everywhere, It was obviously it was used to yank her around. Her lipstick was smeared, her mascara had dripped down her face, mixed with tears, cum, some sort of body fluid, I surmised. Her bottom lip was swollen. She fell into my arms. I laid her down on the couch. She struggled to lift up her top. I had to help her. The frilly bra was just in tatters now. It looked like it had first been ripped off, then cut. Her tits were battered. I turned the light on. Her nipples were enflamed, an angry, screaming shade of red I recognized. 

She rolled over. The panties were in no better shape. Her ass was showing through slashes as if they'd been sliced by a lion's paw. There were deep, dark slash marks on her ass. This wasn't just a belt, it looked like a whip. Between her legs I could smell the sex. Her, him, mixed together. He'd used her ass, no doubt, and hard, too. She just sighed.

"I'm so sorry," I cried. "I'm so sorry I did this to you," I sobbed.

"Hush," said Darla softly. "I did this to myself. Just like you did. I didn't have to do it. My own desire to control you again made me do it, just like yours did getting you in over your head. It'll be ok now," she said, reassuringly.

"You got the tapes then?" I asked with hope.

"Yes, the tapes, the internet, I took care of it all. Damn that man has some endurance. I thought I'd have him asleep after cumming once, twice, but no. That bastard fucked me and fucked me up, for hours," she groaned. "Finally, I had to date rape drug the mother fucker," she chuckled softly, sleepily. She'd been drinking.

"Oh my god," I laughed.

"Yes, I got all the tapes. He didn't even really know what he was doing, he hadn't even downloaded them right. That website would've been a mess. I took care of that though, he left the passwords and everything right out in the open. I didn't even have to hack in. I cancelled everything I could and deleted the rest. Even if he can open it ever again, there's nothing on there for him to use, nothing at all."

"God Darla, thank you again, so much."

"You're welcome, Jillie. But, like I said before you owe me two things. You might not thank me so much after."

"Anything ma'am, I mean it, anything."

"Well first I want you to lick that nasty man's sperm out of me. It's everywhere, trust me. It's on my body, in my body. I want you to find it and swallow it, like the good cum whore you are."

I nodded, she didn't need to ask twice. I bathed her with my tongue after I'd carefully removed all her clothing. I took extra time on her ass. It was obvious he'd cum more than once in there. Finally, I settled on her pussy. She was flowing. I started slowly and suckled and nibbled on her clit. I brought her to the edge and retreated. Over and over, like waves breaking on a beach before a tidal wave. Finally, I brought her over the edge in a crescendo. She soaked my face. She collapsed deeper into the couch. 

"Oh god," she purred. "I didn't think I'd cum again after cumming so many times with that sick fuck," she said, startling me. She saw my look of confusion.

"I know exactly what you meant now," she said groggily, "the battery thing," she explained. "He fucking tormented me with that thing. "He actually made me do it to myself as he fucked my ass. I came in fucking colors, and when he touched it to my clit....oh fuck...." she said, not finishing her sentence. "If he wasn't such a stupid fuck, he'd have had another willing disciple..." she said wistfully.

"I know," I sighed, "such twisted thoughts...they made me embarrassed to admit I loved them."

"What was the other thing?" I asked. "You said I owed you two things."

"Yes," she slurred, barely awake now. He'd tortured the poor woman to the point of exhaustion. "Now, it's your turn."

"For what?" I asked. I couldn't comprehend she'd send me to Ray's after what we'd done.

"I told you that you'd owe me big-time," she cooed. "And, I take my responsibility as your dominant seriously." I nodded submissively. I was hers and she did know me, what I need, especially now.

"First, you know the rest of our plan, right? You know what to do Monday morning, early."

I nodded. "Yes, go to the lawyer's office and get the contract from him."

"Right," she said. She laughed. "Do anything to get it, but I don't need to tell you that, right?"

"No," I said with resignation. "I know what I'll need to do. But what if he won't give it to me?" I asked with concern.

"He will, no man is going to resist you throwing your hot pussy or ass at him. But, even if he does, it won't matter. They can have the rights to your videos for the two months, seeing as they actually have no videos to show."

She was right. "I just want you to have to whore yourself out for him, think of it as punishment for getting yourself into this."

"So that was it, that was the 2nd thing?" I asked.

"No Jillie, nothing that easy. Her eyes opened just a little larger now. "You saw what I did for you, right?" I nodded with a pained expression. "You see how committed I am to this?" Again, I nodded with guilt. "I need to see how committed you are."

"Anything," I repeated, over and over, "I mean it, anything."

"Because we agreed what my responsibilities were in regards to your use, right?"

"Yes," I said, she had me on edge. For some reason my pussy was tingling again.

"Ok then, I'll just say it, I've saved you from Sam and Ray, the internet, the tats, the piercings, the life of slavery, for now anyway. I love some of those ideas myself, though, but we'll discuss it. However, you need to prove your worth to me, just like I did to you."

I begged her to tell me, I wanted to do it, whatever it was. For guilt, for lust, for love, hell, I didn't know. I didn't care. I just wanted it for her. She saw the handcuffs on the nightstand as she'd instructed. She had me lock them around my wrists. She checked my bra. My nipples were out. She tweaked them sharply. I yelped. She grinned. She checked my panties. She felt my wetness through the slit she'd had me cut.

"Ok, you are ready," she grinned, her eyes barely open now.

"For what?"

"Remember the bar you were instructed to go to?"

"How could I forget?" I asked.

"Good, you are quite a bit late," she slurred lazily.

"Late?" I asked in panic. "Late for what?"

"For the bar, silly slut," she grinned, her eyes were fully closed now.

"I'm going to the bar anyway?" I squeaked. "Why did we go through all this tonight then?" I wailed.

She didn't open her eyes. "I told you that you needed to trust me, didn't I?" she asked softly.

"Yes, I do trust you, but this is what we were trying to avoid the whole time we..." I whined.

"No," she cut in sharply. "We were trying to avoid you becoming a sex slave for Sam and Ray. Instead you are going to be my slave."

"Yes, but...the bar..." I sobbed.

"Hush, slut. If you don't trust me, fine, then it's over."

"No!" I screamed. "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes you will," she said with command in her soft voice. She stood up and limped over to the door. I just had on the bra with my tits showing through the holes, the panties that were slit. My hands were cuffed in front of me. I put on the heels that she had used.

She threw the raincoat over my shoulders. She handed me my car keys. 

"Ma'am," I said, looking into her eyes with fear.

"Since you don't seem to trust me here's the deal. I told you I know the bartender, Jeff. I called him on the way over to Ray's. He's got it all worked out. He's made sure it'll just be private, in the back, with only those he can trust. I told him you'd be there, dressed as you are. He's going to make sure you are good and used. I told him what you like, and how hard you like it. He's picked out a number of guys for just that purpose. You told me to make sure I get you used correctly. I think this is exactly what you meant."

I blushed. "It is, ma'am, thank you."

It's all under control, I took care of everything. Again, I'm not sure you'll be as thankful when tonight is over, though. I told them exactly what they should do with you and there seemed to be quite a number of eager participants.

"Oh god, Ma'am, I'm so sorry," I sniffled.

"It's ok, it's a new beginning for us. Go make me proud," she smiled softly. She kissed me tenderly on the lips. It made her cringe because of her swollen lip.

"How did you get that?" I asked with concern.

She just chuckled. "I told him when he was beating my tits with a ruler that he hits like a girl."

I just shook my head. "It's ok," she smiled with a wink, "It made him cum harder."

I started my sex slave march towards my car when she called me back.

"Here, dear," she said. She handed me something she'd retrieved from her bag. It was a whip. It was rawhide, thin and braided. It was about three feet long with a wooden handle. She saw my eyes widen.

"Yes, this is Ray's. I'm going to call up Jeff and tell him you are on the way. I don't want anyone leaving yet. When you get to the bar, get out of the car, drop the coat on the ground. Put the handcuff key in the waistband of your panties. Put the whip between your teeth. Uncuff yourself and put your hands behind your back, recuff them. Then I want you to go to the back, that's where he'll be waiting. When you get to the door I want him to meet you like that."

I want the first thing you say to him to be, "I'm here for your use, sir. I want you to promise me that you'll keep me until you are all satisfied."

"Oh my god, ma'am, they are going to rape me!" I said. My pussy was starting to burn.

"Oh, repeatedly, I'm sure," she snipped, "I'm going to insist he punish your slut ass hard with the whip for being so late. I'm also going to tell him to make a note of anyone that has left because it took so long for your whore ass to get there. If anyone has left he is to give you their names and numbers and you'll have to set up times that are appropriate for them to use you."

I gasped. She was good. Too good. She knew me, the real me.

"They have a back room there, private. TVs, couches, like a member's area. That's where you'll be used, no doubt," she chuckled. "I spent many hours back there sucking and fucking Jeff's cock." She saw me staring, agape. "Oh, you'll love his cock, Jillie. It's thick and huge, almost like a coke bottle. Ask him when he first lets you in if it's at all possible, that when this is nearly over if he can make sure he takes you in your ass."

I nodded. I was dripping. "How many do you think there will be?" I squeaked.

She just looked at me coldly, though I knew it was with love. "I guarantee that it will be about a half a dozen more than you think you can possibly handle."




Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor



"Fucking stupid slut, you're three minutes late!" He growled. He pulled me inside. "You really need to learn how to act, the sooner the better. Consider this lesson one." 

He grabbed both of my wrists with his big hands and held them while he swatted my ass hard a dozen times. I had tears in my eyes but when he stopped I secretly was relieved. I'd taken so much worse in the past that if that was all he had I just might get through it.

He straightened me up and laughed. "Don't worry, missy, you have no idea what I'm capable of, trust me. I do not want that ass of yours worn out before it can be of use, that's for sure." 

He sat me down. I winced a bit when my backside hit the leather of his couch.

"Remember a year ago, when you begged me to use you..." he began.

I cut him off, "I didn't beg you...you fucking made me..." I protested.

"...yes, when you begged me by coming up with some ridiculous plan that ended up with me using you," he chuckled. "It was all a setup, you wanted it, even your lesbian friend knew it. You wanted it, she even made sure you got it. Anyway, remember a year ago, before she busybodied her way into it, I told you that I had plans for you?"

I shook my head no. Even though memories of things he'd threatened invaded my dreams on occasion, I didn't want to give in to anything he was saying.

"I'm sure you do. I told you that I'd have you anytime and anyway that I wished," he said, eyeing me intently. I didn't respond. 

He continued. "I saw a glimmer of lust when I told you that you'd be used, and not just by me." 

I still maintained my stone face. "Come on, slut, I know you do," he teased. He caressed my cheek as he spoke. By doing this he forced me to look at him directly. "I told you that I'd have you used plenty. I may have mentioned giving you to my poker buddies."

I was betrayed by my eyes. "Aha, I knew you remembered," he laughed.

"So what," I spit out, "maybe I remember."

He startled me when he slapped my face hard. "Bitch, if I wanted sassy I'd bring my wife back here," he said sarcastically. 

I tried to hold back my tears. It wasn't that the slap hurt me that bad, I just didn't want him to see that he could break me in any way.

"You'll do as I say, and you'll do it without all the attitude," he said as he roughly twisted my nipples through the barely there fabric.

"Yes, sir!" I squealed.

"Let's get this straight. I own you. You'll do what I say, when I say, how I say. Don't worry, I have absolutely no fucking interest in you, personally. You are here for sex. When I'm done with you you are free to go about your business. However, when I want you, and it will be often, you'll be here for me to use, is that clear?"

"For how long?" I whined. "I mean, if I'm just going to be a slave then there's no point in me doing it. That's far worse than any embarrassment you can cause by showing the video to anyone." I was bluffing again, I hoped that it would at least get me some leniency. I wasn't kidding myself, I knew he had me, I was just hoping to hold onto some high ground.

I saw his face change. He seemed reflective. He rubbed his chin. "Listen. You've been nothing but a teasing slut hole to me since I've lived here. You deserve everything you are going to get and more. But, I'm a reasonable guy." I wanted to smirk at that but I dared not. He continued. "Plus, I can get plenty of sex. There are so many willing whores out there who'll let me fuck them. It's the money, what can I say?" He grinned smugly. "Plus, honestly, I get tired of sluts after awhile. You are one incredibly hot slut, but a slut nonetheless. I own you. I could force you to do anything at anytime, with anyone and you would do it. So, just shut the fuck up, do what I want, for as long as I want. You'll just have to trust me that there will come a time when I'll just kick your slut ass to the curb and, that day will come, I assure you. However, the more you resist, or try to hold out, or deny me the longer that time will be for you. It's in your hands, I can use you forever, if you don't just go along willingly. It may be weeks, it may be months, I'll decide when. And, you really are doing this willingly, aren't you? I know this is all a charade. You fucking love this."

"I do not," I choked out. I wondered why it wasn't as forceful as I'd intended.

"Uh huh," he said, unconvinced. "Come with me," He said as he yanked me to my feet. He pawed my tits through the material. "Mmm," he grinned, "you've teased me with these babies for too long." 

He made me drop my hands to my sides, which allowed him full access. He took his time mauling them. I tried to quell electricity that happens instinctively as he took my nipples between his teeth and not so gently bit down on them. I could only squirm. He pulled away, giddy. 

"Man, I'm going to enjoy having all this to play with whenever I wish."

I could only groan. "Whenever I wish," I wanted to run out of his house, screaming. The thought of my family, friends, and my poor nephew were all that kept me there. 

He took me back to the foyer, the door was still open. He had a glass screen door. He made me kneel in front of it. The street lights were on, there was enough light for what he wanted.

"Suck me...whore," he grunted.

I felt like I was in a fishbowl. I was going to have to suck him through clear glass. Nothing would be hidden. He made me undo his pants. He was leering like a madman as I took his hardening cock between my obscenely painted lips. I glanced quickly outside. I knew I could be seen, sucking his cock, if anyone should happen by. It was what he wanted, for them to see some red lipped slut sucking his fat cock. My first thought was to get him off quickly. He had no part of that, though. He made me stop stroking him with my hands. He forced me to use only my mouth, my tongue. He made sure only I was on display. Only me and his cock would be visible to passersby.

"You teased me for all this time. I swear I'm going to make you do this for every fucking time you did," he groaned as he started to buck into my face slowly.

"Tell me," he urged. "Tell me what you are going to do for teasing me for so long."

I didn't want to answer.

"Fucking tell me," he said, this time more urgently, "or your parents will find out about you...and....your retarded nephew..."

Oh fuck, he knew. The fucker knew my hotspot. I tried to act nonchalant as he berated me for a few minutes. I wondered how many times he could fit "cocksucking slut" into a sentence.

"TELL me or I swear I'll send that fucking email right now," he warned.

He had me. "I'm going to suck you off..." I said as I popped my mouth off his thick cockhead.

""You'll have to do better than that, slut, you are starting to piss me off," he grunted.

"I'm going to suck you off, sir, for every time I teased you, every time I paraded my slut ass in front of you. You are going to fill my mouth for every time you wanted this, sir," I said in a panic.

"Mmm," he moaned. "That's better. See how easy it can be if you just let yourself get into it."

I cursed him under my breath, which was now heavy from the exertion of fellating him.

"Fucking stay still, don't move your head," he said in a fever.

I kept my head still as he pumped his cock between my lips. I could see lipstick smeared on his shaft. I could taste it. He held my head. 

"Don't fucking move and you'd better not drop any, hold it all in your slut mouth," he warned. 

He started spurting. He had my head held tightly. I jacked his shaft as he came. His initial cum went deep down my throat before I could even swallow in reflex. The rest just filled me as he slowly wound down. It coated his dick for each thrust into my mouth. Finally, he pulled out. He had me open my mouth and show him my slut mouth full of his cum. 

"Now, let it dribble out of your mouth, down your chin, onto your tits."

I did so. My cami started to stick to my wet skin now. Finally satisfied he made me lick his cock clean. He made me face the glass screen door. He told me not to move.

"Stay there, on your fucking slut knees. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't you fucking move. I want my cock sucking slut to be on display." He walked away.

I stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, though I'm sure it was close to the ten minutes, I'm sure he couldn't' stand being away that long. Sure enough, just before he came back I could see some people walking past the house. I think one of the people looked my way. I'm pretty sure because he looked back for the longest time. I'm not sure what he could see with the aid of the streetlight. But he may have seen a lipstick smeared whore on her knees, cum drying on her lips and chin. I just lowered my head and avoided any direct gaze.

Sam returned. "You are a good slut," he mused wistfully. I could only smirk. "Don't be bashful, slut," he grinned. "You know you are meant for this. Now, tell me again, what are you going to do, over and over, as a result of your cock teasing?" 

I sighed, "I'm going to suck your cock for every time, sir."

"And how often do you suppose that will be?" He said, eyeing me intently.

"I'm probably going to have to be on my whore knees daily, sir." I surprised myself with the response.

"That you will, that you will," he smiled smugly. "Now, get the fuck out. Oh, you don't mind..." he said as he walked over to his bookshelf and retrieved something. It was his video camera. He'd recorded it all. I didn't even bother protesting, I could see it was useless.

"Tonight is a taste of your new life," he said ominously. He laughed at his choice of the word "taste". "Taste, ha, yes, like that taste you have in your mouth now? You'll learn to love it."

I curled my lip in disgust, even though he had no idea that I totally dig tasting, swallowing, eating cum.

He pulled me close, into him. He pawed at my ass. "I had you dress like this for a reason. Well, one, because you are a fucking slut. But mostly because I wanted to display you this way. You'd better have more suitably slutty outfits too, if not buy some. I want to be able to parade your slutty ass around if I wish.

He began to video tape me again. I started to protest this time. He knew by my reaction the last time what bothered me the most. He brought up my nephew. I had no defense. He posed me in various positions, he took dozens of pictures of me dressed as I was. He took some of me lifting my top, baring my cum covered tits to the camera. He took some of me bent over, my ass nearly fully on display. Then, with the video rolling he made me say, "I came over dressed like this so I could suck your cock, sir. I hope you liked me sucking your cock. I want to suck your cock as much as you let me." "Fuck," I thought, "how bad is this going to get? He's only getting me in deeper."

I saw him looking at his watch, soon after that, he sent me back home wearing his cum. He told me always to be ready. I was now on call for his use.

The next morning was a Thursday, I saw his wife lugging a big suitcase out to a waiting cab. I thought that was odd, but I figured she just had come back to get some of her things. It wasn't two minutes after the cab disappeared that he called me over. He told me to wear a skirt, no panties. It was so he could finger my pussy and ass before he made me suck him off again. As before he made me do it directly in front of his glass door. In the bright light of the morning there was no chance it wouldn't be evident to anyone who happened to look. He made sure the video was rolling. He sent me home again with my mouth full. He told me to keep tomorrow, Friday night, open. I shuddered. He made me recite what kinds of sexy clothing I owned. He settled on a Victoria's secret half bra, a short black skirt with slits up the side and a short, half shirt which buttoned down. He told me to make sure the half bra showed clearly. He told me he liked the high heels from before and that I should wear them. I nodded with disgust.

Friday night came too quickly. I found myself swishing my ass towards his house. I couldn't avoid my ass swaying, it was the heels. Again, I had to suck on his cock in his foyer. It was just like it was a normal greeting. He didn't want to cum yet though. He grunted approval at my outfit as he tucked his meaty cock back into his pants.

He brought me deeper into the house. I saw his man cave. It was a den with several big screen TVs, a lavish stereo system and several expensive leather couches. I noticed he had a poker table set up in the middle of the room. There were bowls of chips and snacks around. My stomach quivered.

He just laughed at the look on my face. "I told you a year ago that I was going to use you good. I've been waiting that long for this."

"For what?" I asked in fear, though I already suspected the answer.

"One fucking year ago, I planned to have you be my slut hostess for my monthly poker night. One fucking year ago I promised some really important big shots that I really wanted to impress that I had a totally smokin' slut willing for anything. Then, your lesbian bitch ruined it for me. Tonight, you are going to start paying it all back."

"Sam!" I whined. "Please, don't you want to fuck me?" I begged. "Can't you just keep this between me and you?" Believe me, I'll please you when you want. You know that, just call me. I'll be over. I'll wear anything you want. I can get some more really kinky stuff from Victoria's secret, you'll love it. Please, I'll take your cum anywhere and anytime you want. Just don't do this to me."

He just smirked. "You did this to yourself. You made sure you were caught. You like getting caught, don't you?"

I shook my head no."

"Yes you do, you even whored yourself out to a couple of the neighbors."

He saw the look of astonishment in my eyes.

"What?" he said dismissively. You think guys don't talk? I know how Greg and Bob both have had you. I suspect more than that as well. They told me all about how you got yourself blackmailed into it. Really, you did this to yourself, it's just that it's my turn now. Plus, I'm not some limp dicks like they are, letting you make the rules and decide. I'm a man of action."

I heard the doorbell ring. I pleaded with him one last time. He shushed me then pulled my face close. "If you fuck this up for me I'm going to make your life miserable. It's up to you. Good hard sex, the way you like it, or...." he threatened. He didn't need to continue, I knew what he had on me. He saw my acquiescence. "Good, now go get the door and let my friends in." He swatted me on my ass as I walked away. "Good slut," he said coldly.

His friends' eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they were greeted by a whore in full dress with her red lips smudged from an obvious prior blowjob.

"Wow, I thought Sam was fucking lying," a greasy haired guy said as they filed past me. He reminded me of one of the goons from Goodfellas or Godfather. He even spoke in that Brooklynese whatever, like a Joe Pesci. His name was Ray, I heard Sam call him that. I kept my eyes averted but nearly every one of them let their hand slide across my chest or my ass as they passed. I could feel my nipples trying to burst their way through the soft material of the bra.

"Hey guys, watch this," Sam said with a chuckle. He took me by the arm right up to the screen door. Another man was getting out of his car. Sam lifted my bra and my tits poured out. He shoved me up against the cold glass. It had the effect of mashing my tits obscenely against the glass. The man walked in with a grin. 

"Niceeeee...." was all he said as he passed me, my face red with shame.

Sam introduced me. "Slut, these are the guys, guys, this is the slut," while I squirmed with shame.

"Tell the men why you are here," Sam urged.

I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. I opted to reply, "I'm here at Sam's bidding. I'll do whatever he wishes."

He seemed pleased by that, even if it wasn't what he was expecting. He chuckled. "That's true. But, what the slut meant to say is that she's here to please everyone here, in any way I wish her to, right?" He said, looking at me as all the men stared holes in me.

"I'll please all of you, " I choked out. "If that's what Sam wishes."

"WHAT?!" He said loudly. "What who wishes?"

"I'll please you all, if my master wishes," I said quickly, all the while wishing I could just bury myself in a hole in the carpet.

"Fucking right you will," he snapped, while shooting me an angry look. He pushed me into the den, I could feel all eyes on my ass as I swayed back and forth on my heels. I cursed my pussy for its unintended wetness. I could hear the men slapping high fives behind me.

"I'm going to fuck that ass up," I heard Ray say. I wanted to puke. I knew there was nothing I could do about it though, if Sam gave the ok. I wondered if I could work Sam somehow to go lenient on me. There were 8 of them, including Sam, when everyone finally arrived. The last couple stragglers got some free twists at my nipples. I knew better than to try and stop them. They were a lot more free with their hands when Sam wasn't watching. Ray was less self conscious. He pawed me every time I passed him. I tried walking around but I saw the displeasure in Sam's face. He wanted it to happen, so I allowed it. 

For an hour or so I was just a slutty poker host. Their game began. I seemed secondary to their gambling. I brought them drinks, chips and such. Granted, they all pawed me, fingered me best they could and often pulled my top out and played with my tits while I'd try and put their food on the table in front of them. Then they'd all laugh while my face turned red.

"I still can't believe this slut has any shame," Sam laughed. "Tell the boys what you just were doing before they arrived. Better yet, tell them what you've done each day for the last couple.

The game stopped. Everyone looked at me. For some reason this embarrassed me more than the other stuff. I saw Sam glaring at me. I lowered my eyes.

"This slut sucked his cock," I said tersely.

I saw Sam start to rise. I'd disappointed him. I quickly added, "I sucked his big fat cock, right in front of the screen door, on my knees, so that anyone in the neighborhood could see his slut sucking his dick." 

Sam smiled and sat back down. I heard murmurs of approval. Sam pulled me over onto his lap. "Good slut," he beamed. "This is just too much of a pain to keep lifting. Take this off," he sniffed, pulling at the top. I removed it. He made me toss it into the middle of the table. The winner of the next hand got to keep it. I was left with a half bra that didn't even really cover the tops of my nipples.

My tits were now basically free. There wasn't enough material to dissuade them. It was only another minute and the bra ended up being part of the next hand's pot. I was topless. I was helpless to stop the onslaught of fingers and hands that tormented me every time I came near. The drinks were also flowing at this time and any inhibitions that may have lingered were no longer around. My nipples were teased and twisted. I could feel the electrical current zapping my pussy every time they did so. It's an involuntary reaction for me. My nipples seem to be on the same circuit as my pussy. They had me squirming on my heels. The banter became cruder, rougher. I knew that beer bitch wasn't going to be my only duty on this night.

I looked around the table. There was a different atmosphere now. It was tense, edgy. Sam was the only one smiling. I knew what he was doing. He was teasing them, just like I'd teased him. He was building the intensity purposely. I could see a few of the men adjusting themselves under the table. I knew it was only me that could quell the desire that was now filling the room. I wondered if I could handle it all, it was such obvious intense lust, would I be able to take it?




Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor



The next trip to the table topless Ray pulled me into his lap. I shuddered as he took my tits in his hands. In front of everyone he pulled out my nipples roughly from my body and held them out as I gasped. Everyone laughed. The pain was intense when he didn't let up. He held them out. I started to squeal.

"Do you want me to stop?" He teased.

"Yes!" I screamed. The guys were still laughing at my predicament. I could feel Ray's thickness against my backside as I sat on him. He was rock hard.

"What will you do for me if I stop?" he cackled.

I couldn't answer, the pain was now stinging. Still my pussy flowed like hot lava. I didn't know what to say, it wasn't up to me, I looked at Sam pleadingly.

Sam just said coldly, "tell him what you'll do."

"Fuck," I screamed, "Fuck that hurts, stop....please...stop....I'll suck your cock..."

"Whose cock?" He said sternly.

"All of your cocks," I said as I tried to contain the painful yet overwhelming feelings now coursing through my body, right to my pussy.

"Bingo!" Ray leered. He allowed my nipples to rest. 

"oh god, oh god, thank you," I could only babble. 

He let me off his lap. I took him by the hand, I tried to lead him away but he didn't budge.

"Nope, right here, right now," Ray said in that thick NY-ese. 

I looked at Sam. He didn't respond. Ray pulled his chair away from the table, just enough so that I could crawl underneath it. 

"Ok, let's keep the game moving while this slut sucks us off." 

I cringed. Ray rebuffed my hands on his zipper, he guided me to the next guy. They heard his belt being opened, the zipper being undone, his pants falling to his ankles. No doubt they heard the slurping and sloshing my mouth was doing as I started sucking this nameless guy off. I looked around under the table. Many hands were caressing their crotches. I saw a couple of the guys take peeks under the table and voice their approval. I liked being under the table, it provided me with a measure of modesty, or so I thought. I could hear them talking above me. They were describing what I was doing before I realized how. I looked at one of the chairs and there was his video camera on it. Fuck, I was being filmed again. I found out it was hooked to one of the big screens in the room, they were watching it all. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck this nasty bitch is going to make me do it," the guy gurgled before he blew his load in my mouth. I knew Sam would disapprove if I didn't swallow so I nearly gagged taking his thick seed down my throat. 

I moved to the next guy, his cock was hard and ready. He filled my mouth to the joy of the TV watching audience above.

Sam beckoned me out from under the table. I wiggled out from under the table to applause from the other men. I just bowed quickly with embarrassment and clicked away from the table. I needed a rest. Sam allowed me that for just a moment. He came into the kitchen.

"You've done ok so far," he said with satisfaction, "however, this is just the beginning, as you can figure. "It isn't going to go so easy from here on out, I'd imagine."

"EASY?" I thought, "being fingered, pawed and forced to suck two guys so far is easy?"

He seemed to read my mind. "Listen, some of these guys are rough customers, literally. Some of them are expecting more. Kind of like what I gave you that first night of action."

"Like what?" I said with hesitation. 

"I can't really say specifically, but I don't think you should expect to walk out of here with any of your holes not hurting."

I nodded with a pained expression. I knew what he meant.

"You know you are digging this," he sneered. He dipped his fingers into my pussy, it was embarrassingly evident.

"Might as well move things along," he huffed. "Take your skirt off, the guys don't need to see that again tonight," he said without concern.

"Oh god," I thought. If my nipples were subjected to such abuse by just being free I wondered how my pussy would survive.

"You are a slut that loves being used, do what you do best," he smiled condescendingly. He patted me on my now bare ass as he led me back into the lion's den. "I get you last though," he whispered into my ear, "remember that."

The wolf whistles began before I was even fully in the room.

"God damn, man, I thought she was fine enough already but shit," glared Ray.

I was fully exposed to them now as I teetered on my heels. They insisted I keep them on all night. I could no longer fend them off, I had fingers inserted in my pussy and my ass when I lingered to take their drink orders. Ray one upped them. As I brought his beer, he pulled me down to the table by my nipples. With my face buried in the poker table he shoved a finger in my pussy then one in my ass. Everyone laughed as I groaned. Then, he pushed me up and made me lick myself off his fingers while he leered deeply into my eyes.

"Fuck, this slut will do anything we want," gushed Ray while the others nodded approvingly. Sam sat back smugly and with pride 

"Slut, get your fat ass under the table right now and finish what you started. I don't want to see your stupid slut face until you've gotten around the table," said Sam coolly.

I gulped, I'd had this before, a blow bang, I mean. Truly, it's one of my favorite fantasies. But, as before, when presented with it, I just didn't know if I could handle it. Just as the last time though, I had no choice in the matter. It's easier that way. It's best for me when someone makes me do it, then I can seem to handle it. I was on my knees pulling a man's pants down. I could hear everyone laughing above me. I knew I was a porn video star again.

It didn't take long before I had another load of cum to swallow. I took my time on this one though. I let some of it fall into my hand. I swallowed it in little sips. He tasted better. I moved on to the next guy. His cock was thin and short, bad for fucking, perfect for sucking. I gave him a little deeper sucking which he appreciated. I heard him describing to the others what I was doing to him.

"The cocksucker is deepthroating me now, fucking unbelievable," he moaned. All the while I heard the card game continuing. It was as if they wouldn't let some naked slut stop them from playing that silly game. Someone from the other side of the table figured out that my ass was accessible and their fingers found my pussy and ass while I fellated him. He came like a torrent and his cum tasted sweet, not bitter at all. I wished all the men were like that. I didn't have time to dwell on it though, before I was on to the next guy.

Like before, another set of fingers found my dripping pussy while I worked on the new guy. His cock was thick, I could barely get my hand around it. It wasn't that long, just fucking thick. Cocks like this are hard to suck but I did my best. I concentrated on a lot of tonguing. He seemed to appreciate it. I used my hand to help jack him off. It was like cheating, my hand did more of the work, but he didn't complain. He shot my mouth full of his sperm. I choked on it. I could hear them laugh above me.

"Slut can't handle her cum?" I heard Ray snarl. "What kind of slut are you?" he asked disapprovingly.

I heard Sam speak up with a laugh, "you don't hear anyone else complaining when they were filling up her mouth."

"True dat" Ray chuckled. The game went on. 

I think the guys were having as much fun fingering my pussy and ass as they were getting sucked. I was stopped on quite a few occasions by hands under the table. I saw heads peer under the table when I was forced to lick myself off each of the fingers presented to me. Only after they were satisfied was I allowed to move on to the next person in line. I've been made to taste my ass before. I've become accustomed to it, in fact, the thought of being made to do it always gets me wet. This was no exception. 

I took six loads of cum under the table. Just Sam and Ray passed. My tummy was starting to churn. It only made the men howl with laughter. I got to Sam but he pulled me from under the table. 

"Slut, what do you say to these fine gentlemen?"

I knew what he wanted. "Thank you fine sirs for allowing this slut to swallow your cum." It was a role I fell into naturally. Again, this was met with enthusiastic applause.

For a second I wondered if I'd made it, if it was all over. Sam interrupted that thought.

"Now we can finally have some fun, now that the slut is loosened up."

He grabbed me by my arm and pushed me face down over the table. The game finally halted. He shoved two fingers so quickly and roughly into my pussy that it took my breath away. He pulled them out just as quickly, I sighed.

"This bitch is fucking wet from this," he said in amazement. It was true, his fingers were glistening. I know this because he made me lick myself off of them.

I heard the others murmuring in awe. Sam said, "I told you this bitch is something. I told you she likes it rough, and humiliating."

There was no more card playing, all eyes and thoughts were now on me.

Ray leaned and whispered in my ear, "I heard you like the belt." I felt like fainting.

Sam produced the belt that I myself had brought. I was now going to get a belt whipping. My own belt. In front of a bunch of horny men, by a man who I despised. He just glared at me with lust. He was as into this as the rest of them were. One of them readied the video camera.

"Beg for it," Sam growled.

I had no choice. I knew I was going to get it no matter what. I hoped the begging would soften it somehow.

"Please, master, whip your slut's ass hard. Make it black and blue."

"Why am I going to whip you?"

"Because I am a stuipid, teasing slut that needs to get her ass blistered."

The guy videotaping me saying it had his mouth wide open in shock. 

"Fuck," I thought, "he'll have blackmail goods on me for life now."

"Hold her hands," Sam said firmly. "I like whipping bitches when they can't stop it." Two men stepped in and held my hands down to the table. They needn't have bothered. I knew what kind of trouble I'd be in if I didn't allow it. Sam would probably whip the skin off of me. I braced myself for it.

He blistered my ass. Over and over. But, worse, between each one he made me thank him, tell him what a slut I was, and how I loved him whipping my ass. The other guys were beside themselves in glee every time he made me say it.

"Thank you sir for whipping my whore ass. Thank you for allowing me to suck your cocks too, sirs, please sir, keep whipping my ass until your arm gets tired," he made me say, over and over, while looking into the camera that was had trained on me.

"God damn man, this slut takes to the belt," said Ray admiringly. I haven't ever seen a whore take it like this before."

My ass was beyond on fire, it was molten. Sam was right, if I was able to sit for the next week without pain I'd be lucky.

Sam leaned in to me menacingly. "Do you want me to keep whipping your ass?"

"Yes, sir, please sir," I said instinctively.

"You are so red you are almost bleeding," he said.

"I don't care sir, whip me until I pass out," I said, hoping reverse psychology would work. It did. He had another idea.

"Good answer," he panted. He was growing weary of beating this slut. Sam turned to Ray, "What do you like to do to bitches after you whip their ass red?"

Ray knew the answer. "Fuck their whore ass!"

Sam nodded. Ray didn't need to be prodded again, his pants were down around his ankles. He held his cock in his hand. It was long and fully erect.

"Tell the nice man what he should do to your fire red ass," Sam hissed.

"He should fuck it hard, sir," I sobbed.

"Convince him," Sam said with some anger.

At the moment, being ass fucked seemed a reasonable substitution for me. At least I'd save some skin on my backside.

"Beg for it," he hissed.

"Fuck my ass, Ray, sir, fuck that ass that's been warmed up. Fuck it like you'd fuck any whore's ass. Make it yours," I panted. The heat wasn't just coming from my backside anymore.

Ray didn't' hesitate, he used my own copious juices to slather around my hole. He poised at the entrance only a second before he eased it into me.

He was in me. He was fucking my scalding ass while two other men held my hands down. While the men held me and Ray drove his cock deep into my ass, I wondered if this was how he always got off, raping some women, with help. This wasn't rape though, I was here of my own volition, regardless of whether it was in my best interest or not. I was the sole focus of their attention.

"I like fucking that ass while it's beet red," Ray grunted while he humped me. He was touching me deeply. His cock was longer than Sam's, though hardly as thick. I was grateful for that at the moment.

I could see Sam had captured my begging for video posterity. I'd lost my soul, I didn't expect to ever get out of this now. This would be what it would be like, living without a safety net. Just a whore, a sex toy. I wondered if I'd ever be able to just be Jillian again, as I had after my other adventures. 

I didn't have to be here, I didn't have to endure this for anything other than my own personal pride. I thought of my nephew as Ray reamed my ass good. I wondered if he even would care about some video of his aunt, if he'd even know what it meant. 

Sam made me beg Ray to fill this slut's ass and I did so, over and over as Ray filled my ass with his cum. I realized that again, I'd put myself in this situation. The blackmail would've been embarrassing, for sure, but nothing like this. All Sam had originally had on me was just a video of me getting fucked. Now, he'd have a whole library. I'd rationalized myself into doing this, for my own purposes, for my own perverse pleasure. And now, the blackmail opportunities would be so much more embarrassing so much more powerful that I didn't' see myself ever getting out. Ray pulled out of me. Naturally, he had me suck him dry while everyone ooh'ed and aah'ed at what a slut I was. As I licked my own slime off of his cock I wondered what mom would think of this video of her daughter doing this for a stranger.

The men let me up. I think they just wanted to see my face. They saw total shame. I think they also saw the lust, raw, pure, unadulterated lust. I didn't stand for long. Quickly I got shoved down over the table again. This time the cock found my ass lubed and ready. It was so wet it was making sloshing sounds. The men gather around and felt me up as the cock drilled me from behind. I no longer had a name other than slut, whore or cunt. I didn't feel like anything but one of those either, we were all in sync. 

I got my ass filled several more times. Always bent over the table, like some random slut. I liked it that way. You don't need to see the whore you are banging, just bang away and fill the whore. It was evident Sam wanted my pussy saved for something else. 

When the men withdrew from the circle I slumped to the ground. My jaw was aching, my ass was still on fire and I was dripping cum like sweat in a sauna. Several of the men said their goodbyes. Sam made me walk them each to the door separately with instructions. He made me take each man to the front door, kneel in front of him and clean his cock off with my tongue. I was still naked, of course, and the door was still see through. To add to the embarrassment, Sam turned on the inside light, which clearly illuminated what I was doing. It was after 1 am though, so I figured most people were asleep. Doesn't mean it wasn't humiliating though. I licked their cocks clean and then thanked them for using this slut. Sam made me promise them to come back to his next poker party. I noticed this time there were lights on in both Darla's house and Bobs, the two houses facing Sam's. I staggered back to the den. 

I came back to the den, only Sam and Ray were there. They were deep in discussion. They stopped as soon as I entered. Sam told me to go and freshen up. I really needed to pee, I was grateful for the break. They continued their discussion.

I came back to the table with a beer for Ray and he shoved his fat fingers up my ass again. I lurched forward. In doing so I spilled some beer on his lap.

It was barely a drop but he made a big show out of what a clumsy slut I was, all the while he had his fingers up my behind.

"Sam, if you don't teach this bitch some manners I will," he growled. I could tell he was just playfully poking Sam.

Sam's face was serious though, it was clear he was thinking.

Ray spoke up, "I have something you might try." He whispered it to Sam. 

Sam nodded and told him to go get it. Ray went out to his car.

Sam took the opportunity to force me to my knees a lick his balls the whole time Ray was out of the room. He not so playfully slapped my cheeks with each hand soundly as I did it. I was just a ball licking slut to abuse. Ray returned carrying something in his hand. It looked like he had a lantern battery with wires hanging from the posts. Sam just nodded his approval.

They tied my hands behind my back while I sat in a chair. Ray stood behind me. Sam just grinned with a devilish smile. He whispered in my ear. "You'll make it through this, it'll hurt like the dickens but it won't permanently hurt you."

Somehow that wasn't comforting. Sam put the video camera on me and set it on record. 

Sam said, "This is something we do to get the mooks to talk," he laughed. "Usually though, we hook it to their balls. We'll try something different on you."

He wound the wires around my nipples. I was pleading, crying, screaming through Ray's hand. He was trying to keep me from screaming.

"Shh," Ray cautioned, "screaming only makes him do it longer."

I felt the first jolt. It was like I'd dipped my nipples in scalding water. I screamed in reflex. I saw the sadistic joy in Sam's face so I stopped my scream as quickly as I could. In between shocks he batted my tits with his hands. He'd shock me, slap my tits, shock me again. I could see blue flashes in my brain with each jolt. I swear I could smell my flesh burning. Now honestly, it was reasonably low voltage, I've been shocked worse by loose electrical wires and such, but trained on my nipples, the direct link to my senses it seems, it was nearly overpowering. 

ZAP! I could feel my heart racing. I was moving around violently in the chair. The men held me still until the shock came then they'd move away. They laughed, "I ain't taking the slut's shock for her."

Sam put his face to mine. "Had enough yet?" he leered.

I thought I knew his game. "No, sir, you need to shock this slut silly," I bluffed. The video camera caught me begging for the shock, I thought again of what my parents would think of their daughter begging for this treatment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," he laughed as he shocked me again, this time instead of just an instant shock, he kept his thumb on the trigger. He let it go for five seconds or so. I was screaming to beat all hell, I couldn't help it. 

He leaned in again. "Had enough now, stupid slut?"

Defiantly, I again said, "no sir, I think you need to teach this stupid, clumsy slut never to displease you again, sir." Again, the camera recorded my willingness. I was hoping to guess what he wanted me to say. No matter what, it was going to be wrong.

As before, he just said, "I agree." This time he left the shock on, he turned away. He didn't even watch me. I saw stars fill my head. 

He leaned in again, "Enough yet, slut?"

"Yes, yes, it's enough," I cried. "Please, don't fucking shock me again, please, I'll do anything."

"I'm sure you will," chuckled Sam. 

Ray said, "when we are done with her we should just keep her hooked up, nipples and pussy and go hit the town," he laughed. I nearly screamed.

Sam though, took the wires off my nipples, it felt as if they were smoking. He tugged them back to life without concern. He had me squirming. To my shock, the direct line from my nipples to my pussy was evident on my chair. Beneath me a puddle had formed. I could smell my sex. It filled the room. At that moment if I could've crawled on top of anything and filled my pussy with it I'd have rode it until I exploded. If Sam knew it, he didn't let on.