3 comments/ 153770 views/ 6 favorites Owed Ch. 01 By: Lissa s My name is Melissa, but most people call me Lissa. Well, they did when I was in high school. Now, I have many other names, none of them dignified. When I was eighteen and starting to throw my sexual inhibitions to the wind, I had no idea how inhibited I really was. I thought I was just a girl who enjoyed sex. I discovered who I really was when I met Eric. My parents had no idea about my sexual behavior. I was their perfect, church going, straight A student, little girl. They made having sex as difficult as you can imagine. I had to make so many excuses and make sure I covered all my tracks in order that they never discover what I was doing. So when they told me they were going on a trip for two weeks, I was beside myself. They were leaving at the same time my Spring Break was beginning. I was already planning in my head every escapade. I had to tell my friends, especially my guy friends. On the first night of my time by myself I told my friend Josh to come over for some fun. As soon as I got home I took a long shower. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders as water ran over my huge tits, which the boys loved to stare at, and my ass, which is my favorite asset. Using the shower head, I frigged myself. With my parents gone I was free to moan as loud as I wanted. I'm sure you could've heard me in every corner of the house. I then made sure my pussy was trimmed perfectly so I had only a landing strip. As I started to put on some clothing, I stopped and thought Josh would enjoy it if I answered the door in the nude. I got my long, black hair set and then ordered some pizza when I heard the door bell. When I opened the door, Josh was there with a gym bag over his shoulder. I swear I have never seen a grin as big as the one he had that night. "Ey, Lissa. This is a pleasant surprise," he said as he grabbed my tit and leaned in to kiss me. My hand found his crotch and squeezed. After a minute of embrace I pulled away. "We should get inside before the neighbors see us," I said still squeezing the bulge in his pants. "Yeah, you're right. I don't think we can fuck on the lawn," Josh joked. I playfully slapped his arm and pulled him inside. I shut the door and followed Josh into the kitchen. I pulled the beer that I had broken out of my father's liquor cabinet. Josh popped a bottle took a quick swig and then kissed me again. We shared the beer as our tongues wrestled. We broke our kiss when the phone rang. As I turned to answer it, Josh gave my ass a slap. I remember feeling a jolt shoot out from my pussy when he did. I gave him a dirty look when I picked up the phone. "Hello, Melissa, it's your mother." I froze and waved for Josh not to make any noise. "Hey, mom, what's up?" I said trying to make Josh realize he had to shut up. A wicked smile appeared on his face. As I continued in my conversation with my mother, Josh walked over and kneeled in front of me. I was somewhat aware of Josh's presence and mainly focusing on trying to talk to my mom. Then I felt Josh nibble on my clit and I gasped into the phone. "Melissa, are you alright?" my mother asked as Josh slid his tongue into my pussy. "Melissa?" my mom called again when I didn't answer because I too engorged in the pleasure radiating from my pussy. "Yes, mom. I'm fine," I said exasperatedly. Then Josh drew his tongue along my pussy lips right to my clit, pressing hard on it. I felt like I was about to faint. My mother's voices became background noise as I let Josh spread my legs so he'd have better access to my pussy. "Oh, and Melissa, Eric Stuart, our neighbor, will be checking in on you from time to time to make sure you're alright," my mother words fell deaf on me. "See you in a bit, dear. Love you." I didn't even answer; I just hung up the phone lost in the movements of Josh's tongue. He jammed two fingers in my pussy as he sucked on my clit. Slowly he finger fucked me and I placed my hands on the back of his head. I pushed his head hard into my crotch. Moisture from my pussy was running all over his hand and face. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and moaned in ecstasy. Just when I was about to explode, the doorbell rang. "Fuck! It's the pizza guy," I shouted. With that I pulled Josh from my crotch and gazed at his face glistening in my juices. When he rose, I kissed him again. "I'll give you the money," I said after I ended the kiss. I grabbed some money from my purse and gave it to him and in a few moments Josh walked back with a pizza in his arms. We sat down, ate, and drank beer. Our minds were not really on anything, but the sex we were about to have. All of a sudden, Josh cleared the counter and threw me up on it. He splayed open my legs and lowered his shorts and punched his cock into my pussy. In a machine like fashion, he piston fucked me the way only ignorant teenagers do. Josh was groaning pretty fast. I can't deny I was feeling great, but I think Josh was getting more out it than I ever did. I could feel his cock throb inside me and knew he was about to blow. I panicked because we completely forgot a condom. "Pull out, Josh, quickly!" He pulled his dick out and shot his cum all over the floor. He passed out on the chairs and I was left by myself without getting an orgasm. Back then I had had only one orgasm during sex and it was nothing. I had to finish myself off with my fingers. As the squishing sound of my fingers rang in my ears, I brought myself off. When I recovered, I searched Josh's gym bag for something dirty or wild. But, I found nothing but clothes for tomorrow. I remember wishing Josh wouldn't pull out as his dick throbbed inside me. I wished that he'd not listen to a word I said and just fucked away. Josh was done for the night and I slept unsatisfied. *************** In the morning, Josh got dressed and left. I didn't care to get dressed or even take a shower. I lounged about and left Josh's dried cum on the floor. During that afternoon while I was watching TV, the door bell rang. I panicked a quickly ran upstairs and put on a bathrobe. I answered the door and there was Eric Stuart my neighbor with his arms behind his back. I felt like midget in front of him. His eyes bore through me as if I was wearing no bathrobe at all. I raised my hands to cover my already covered body. "Hello, Mr. Stuart," I mumbled. "Hello, slut." The word shocked me. No one had ever called me that. But, I didn't protest. He forced his way into the house and sat on the closest chair. I followed him head down like a puppy. He knew something. That's when I noticed the folder in his hands. "Your parents told me to check on you and make sure you are okay. And, you've been a very naughty girl," Eric said as he opened the folder. He handed me a picture that showed me and Josh at the front door kissing as he grabbed my tit and I his crotch. The picture was from far away, but it was clear enough. He handed me the next one which appeared to be shot through a window. I was on the phone as Josh ate and finger fucked my pussy. The final picture showed Josh screwing me with his cock as I was draped over the counter. My hands shook as I handled each photograph. My world was swirling around me. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. "You have to get rid of these!" I yelled. "Calm down, slut," Eric said calmly. "I'll get rid of them in time, but you will be my slut for as long as I deem necessary. A slut like you needs discipline." I said nothing. My throat was stuck. "Well, slut? Do we have deal or should I save these pictures to give to your parents as a welcome home gift?" "Yes," I murmured. "Louder, slut." "Yes, we have a deal," I said more declaratively. "That's a good slut. Now, let's get this place cleaned up." I rose and he quickly undid my bathrobe and dropped to the floor. "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you, slut," he said admiring my body. "Into the kitchen. Now." I walked forward past him and he gave my ass a smack. Not playful like the one Josh gave me, but painful enough to bring me to my knees. My pussy was on fire. I couldn't explain it. I was more aroused than ever. "Get up, bitch," that word made my pussy burn even hotter. I walked into the kitchen and stood still. Eric pointed down at Josh's dried cum, "clean it up, slut." I moved to get some paper towels and Eric smacked my ass harder than before bringing me to my knees again. "Lick it up, whore!" I slowly began licking the floor on my hands and knees. I collected the cum in my mouth thinking about how much of a whore I looked like bowing at the feet of a man licking up dried cum from the floor. Once I cleaned the entire floor of cum, I stood up. I was disgusted with myself, but my pussy was oozing juices. "Swallow it." I hesitated disgusted by the idea of swallowing cum. I had never even sucked a cock before. "Swallow it, whore, or your parents will know what you really are," he ordered as he brandished the photographs. I swallowed it and felt my juices run down my leg. I was a slut. I was Eric's slut. Owed Ch. 02 Eric's hand pushed between my tight thighs and slid its way up to my pussy. He removed his hand, which was now covered in my juices. I lowered my head at the sight of his glistening hand. With his clean hand he lifted my chin then he forced his juice covered thumb into my mouth. I tasted my juices for the first time and the fire in my pussy raged. Eric proceeded to use my mouth to clean his entire hand. As he watched me lick his hand clean a small smile appeared on his face. I swear I thought Eric was sexier than any man I had ever seen. Eric Stuart was my next door neighbor and had me good. My mother asked him to look after me while she and my dad were on some trip to an island I'd never heard of. Eric had photos of me. Naked with a boy, having sex, getting eaten out. My parents are not open minded people. They could not see those pictures. I have no idea what they would do to me. For the weeks while they were gone and I was on spring break, I was Eric's. "Let's take this outside, slut," Eric ordered. "But...but the neighbors will see us," I whined. "A nasty slut like you will love it," he laughed to himself, "Now, on your hands and knees." I hesitated, unsure of myself. Eric slapped me across the face bringing me down to the ground. My hand instantly went to my bright red cheek as tears formed in my eyes. "When I give you an order, you'll obey it, you cunt! Is that understood?!" "Yes," I cried. "'Yes, sir', say it!" "Yes, sir!" "That's a good little bitch. Now, outside before I decide to break a rib." I moved to get up, but then remembered Eric's orders. I only rose to my hands and knees and began to crawl towards the sliding door. Eric pet me on the head when he reached sliding door. I felt so happy to know I had done something right. Why did I feel that way? Eric slid open the door and showed me out like you would a dog. I crawled out onto the deck with my head down and my dark black hair in my face. Not sure what to do, I stay perfectly still. The sun beat down onmy bare skin warming it. Eric walked right to the railing of the deck and surveyed the backyard as if it belonged to him. Then he took a seat on one of the wicker chairs my mother adorned the deck with. He patted his lap, beckoning me to him. I crawled over until I was right in front of him. "You ever sucked a cock before, slut?" Eric asked. "No," I said and then nervously added, "sir." "Well, I think it's time that you learn," he said as he stood up and unzipped his pants. "Pull my pants down, slut." Then, he removed a plastic tie from his pant pocket and placed it on the small table next to his chair. I sat back on my haunches and stared at the bulge in Eric's pants. Whatever monster was in there was far bigger than any dick I had seen. I reached my hands up and hooked my fingers in his pants and boxers. Fearfully, I lowered the covering of his cock, which shot up at my face. I was so shocked, I fell back, but never left my knees. This amused Eric very much. "Don't worry, little slut," Eric chuckled. "He's not going to hurt you right now. You're going to become good friends with him." I knew his cock was huge then, but I would later learn that his cock was eight and half inches long. Eric was way bigger than I imagined. That was going to fit in my mouth? I felt I had to plead with Eric. I had to tell him my mouth would never hold such a beast. "There's no way I can fit all of your cock in my mouth, sir." "That's what you throat is for, little slut," Eric beamed down at me and patted my cheek that still stung red from his discipline. My throat? No, he could not mean that. None of my girl friends had done that. He stepped out of his pants and told me to put them to the side. Then he removed his shirt and tossed that with his pants. I then knew just why his slaps hurt so much. His arms were bulking and his chest was the result of obvious exercising. I felt so small in front of him, a feeling which has never left me. "Put your hands behind back, now" Eric ordered as he grabbed the plastic tie from the table. He leaned past me and put the tie around my wrists. He tightened it until it dug into my skin; I winced audibly. Eric patted my cheek again and said, "It's for your own good, slut." He then sat back down in his wicker chair and beckoned me to him again. I shuffled forward, nervous and unsure of what to do. "Do it, slut." I leaned forward and opened my mouth to receive his cock. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Eric's cock touched my lips and at first it felt strange. I began to fly by the seat of the pants I didn't have on. I started by sucking weakly on the head of his dick which was now completely in my mouth. Eric spread his legs wider and then I felt his hand intertwining with the hair on the back of my head. Using his strength, he forced his cock all the way to the back of my mouth. My gag reflex began to kick in. He pulled back slightly. "Relax your throat, my slut," Eric said. "Do not let your teeth touch it." He pushed his cock into the back of my mouth again only to be stopped by my gag reflex. He pulled my head back so I could breathe. "This is going to take a long time if you don't listen to me, bitch. Now, relax your fucking throat." He then pushed his cock all the way to the back of my mouth. I tried with all my might to hold it back and relax my throat but Eric never really gave me chance. He suddenly shoved my head down until his cock pounded into my throat. As my throat squeezed down tightly on his dick, Eric groaned loudly. His balls now rested on my chin and I was face first in his public hair. I slithered my tongue around so I could taste every bit of his cock: his skin, the salty precum. Eric liked whatever I was doing because he groaned loudly. He held me there until my throat stopped spasming and relaxed to hold the girth of his monster. Once I did he pulled my head back up until his cock cleared my throat and then he pushed my head back down on it. He began to fuck my face rhythmically. My lips slid back and forth over his skin. I did what I could to breathe, but I don't Eric really cared if I got air or not. He was raping my face. In one final thrust, I felt his cock tense in my mouth. He pulled my hair back so my face right in front of his cock. With a loud grunt, Eric cummed on my face. And, just then, my pussy exploded in an orgasm. I could not explain it. None of the guys I fooled around with could make me orgasm. Eric hadn't even touched my pussy. Why was I enjoying this? I breathed heavily as cum dripped from my face. Still holding my hair, Eric said, "That's how you will suck my cock from now on, bitch. You will lick up every bit of my precious cum." After he released my hair, I began licking around my mouth, lapping up something I had never tasted. I licked up his salty semen that was on my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead. When I couldn't reach some of Eric's cum, he said, "Every bit, slut." I then leaned over to the floor of the deck and wiped the cum from my face on the floor. I lapped up every bit as Eric ordered. "Good, slut. Very good." And, I felt so happy again. My pussy still burned with excitement even after that orgasm. Oh god, I needed relief. I needed his cock inside me. I needed it so badly. Eric got up and put his pants back on to my whining. "What is it, slut?" "...Please...please fuck me, sir." Eric laughed, "Not now, slut. When you learn to please me, I'll think about giving you relief." My head fell at those words and I collapsed on the wicker chair. Eric finished redressing and ordered me to stand up. I tried several times, but failed miserably. "Worthless, bitch," Eric scolded as walked to me and grabbed my hair. He lifted me to my feet with via my hair which he almost ripped off my scalp. "Show me your room now, slut." I walked to the sliding door that Eric had opened and walked to the stairs with my hands still held behind my back. We arrived in my room and Eric ordered me to kneel, which I did. He opened my closet and grabbed two of my bags. He opened one and began taking my dresses and shirts off of the railing. He stuffed them in the bag. "What are you doing?!" I demanded. "These clothes are not appropriate for a slut like you," Eric said as he finished removing the clothing from the closet and moved onto the second bag and my dresser. He took my shorts, my shirts, my skirts, my bras, my panties. I had nothing. I tried to move to stop him, but I fell over on my face. Eric laughed almost angrily. He walked to me, grabbed me by my hair, and pulled over his knee after he sat down on my bed. My face was pressed against the floor. "What did you do wrong, bitch?!" "What do you mean, sir-?" ::SMACK:: I squealed loudly and the breath left my lungs. My right ass cheek stung from another of Eric's slaps. "Tell me what you did wrong, you pathetic cunt!" "Uh, I didn't stay kneeling, sir?" I said in a panicked, breathless voice. ::SMACK:: And, the air left my body again. The pain radiated from my ass up my spine. "What else, cunt?!" "Uh...uh...I don't know, sir." ::SMACK:: ::SMACK:: "You better remember or your ass won't have any skin when I'm done with it, you filthy cunt." ::SMACK:: Just then, I remembered. "I didn't call you sir, I didn't call you sir, I didn't call you sir," I answered desperately trying to ward off anymore of Eric's spanks. Eric stopped and just rested his hand on my abused ass cheek. Even that hurt. "Now that you remember what you did, you need to be punished for your misconduct," Eric grinned evilly. "Didn't you just punish me, sir?" I pleaded. "When you own a dog and pisses on your rug, you rub its nose in the piss so the dog remembers what it did," Eric said while still petting my burning ass. "Then you punish it. I think twenty spankings should do the trick; ten for each offense." Oh god. Twenty spankings. Oh god. "I want you to count out each spanking, slut." "What, sir?" "I want you to count out each spanking, from one to twenty. If you miss a count, we will start back at one. Is that understood?" he said as he gave my ass a small little tap that stung just the same. "Yes, sir. I understand." ::SMACK:: My breath was gone; I couldn't even count. "This is going to take a long time if you don't even begin to count, slut." ::SMACK:: "One!" I managed to squeak out. ::SMACK:: "T...two." ::SMACK:: "Three!" It went on like that for an hour. I kept missing a count when finally put all his strength into his spanks. The pain seared through my whole body. Everything hurt. My pussy was bursting with excitement. I was like this? I was enjoying being hurt? All I know is that I was on the edge of another orgasm. ::SMACK:: "Twenty!" "Very good, slut," Eric said mockingly. "You see your ass. It's bright red. I really enjoyed that, but let's see..." his fingers found their way to my juicy pussy. Just as he touched it, I moaned loudly. "You really enjoyed that, didn't you, slut?" "...Yes...yes, sir." "I wonder your parents would think. What would it be like to know not only is your daughter horny slut, but a pain slut, too. I wonder what they'd do with you. Well, they won't be back for two weeks. Let's see if we manage to keep your secret safe." "Please, make me cum, sir," I begged. "No. Not today," I lay there, crushed at his words. "I know you enjoyed sucking my cock enough to have one. You'll be giving quite a few blowjobs in the future." Eric pushed me off his lap, walked back to the bags, and double checked each drawer and closet to make sure he had everything. He zipped up the bags and prepared to walk out. "Well, I'm off and I will be here tomorrow at nine." "What about my clothing, sir? What will I wear?" "Don't worry. We'll be going shopping tomorrow to get my slut the right attire," he said like it was supposed to be reassuring. "Sir?" "What is it now, slut?" "My hands, sir?" "Right, right, where are my manners," he said as he returned to me. "Turn around." I did as ordered and heard the snip of the plastic tie coming loose. The blood flow suddenly returned. "Here come with me." I followed Eric to the foot my bed. He positioned me so I was standing between the two bed posts. Then he removed one plastic tie from his pant pocket, grabbed my left wrist, and locked and tightened the tie trapping my wrist. He did the same thing to the other. I looked at him, shocked. "Don't worry my, little slut. I'll be back tomorrow. Make sure you get your rest." He patted me on the cheek again and left. "What would tomorrow bring?" Owed Ch. 03 "Wake up," Eric patted my cheek. "Wake up, little slut" I felt so groggy. I managed to work the ring ties that fixed my wrists to my bedposts all the way to the base so I could sit down and sleep. My dreams consisted of nothing but Eric spanking me harder and harder, using my body as his toy. When I woke up, my head was spinning in a sexual daze. Eric was there before me on one knee; he was smiling. His jacket and tie and khaki belied the man that had raped my face just yesterday. He looked like he was on the way to the office, not over at his neighbors' house raping their daughter. Eric slapped my cheek harder this time, saying "Awake. Now." I was jolted to cognizance. Eric pulled something from a black duffle bag by his side. "Slut, it's time for you to suck my cock. I'm going to get a blowjob the way I like it. You have a choice: you can beg me to let you suck my cock and then perform the way I demand or..." he held up what he got out of the bag. It was a long strap with a buckle at one end and in the middle of it was wide ring. "This is called an O-ring gag. I will fit the O-ring into your mouth to hold it open and fuck your face again. What will it be: begging or O-ring?" I couldn't take another throat raping. "Please, sir, let me suck on your cock. I'll do it just the way you like," I pleaded. Eric laughed, "You call that begging? O-ring it is then." "No, no, no, please sir." I put on my best sexy voice. "I beg you, sir. Let suck on your monster cock just the way you like. I want to taste your cum again. I want to swallow every bit of it and feel your cock pulse in my throat. Let me please you, sir." "Very well. If you want to suck me off that much. Remember what happens if you disappoint me," Eric said as he stood up and unzipped his pants and lowered everything unleashing his cock. He moved forward until his cock was right in front of my face. The plastic ties around my wrists allowed me some movement. I began suck on the head of his cock softly. I swirled my tongue around the tip of it for a minute or two. Then I began to take in more and more of his cock. My lips were tight around the huge girth of his cock. They rubbed back and forth over his skin. I was very careful to not let my teeth touch his cock at all. My tongue worked all around his shaft and got to taste his precum again. Eric stepped forward a bit more. I knew exactly what he wanted. I relaxed my throat and pushed my head forward shoving Eric's cock down it. Eric's balls slapped my chin and his pubic hair was once again in my face. Eric groaned loudly. "Yes, my slut. That's it." Eric's compliment made me suck his cock with more energy. I pulled my head back, releasing his cock from my throat. Then I began to fuck my throat with his cock. I milked his cock for all it was worth with my lips, my tongue, my throat. I felt his cock pulse and I quickly jammed his cock back down my throat. Eric shot his cum and I felt it splatter and run down my esophagus. Eric pulled his limp dick from my mouth; I sucked on the entire length of it on the way out. He then wiped the mix of cum and saliva on my cheek. I smiled back at the happy look on his face. I was happy to please the man who was raping me? "That's a good little slut." Eric pulled up his boxers and his khakis and then returned the O-ring gag to his duffle bag which made me feel much safer. But, then he pulled something else out of his bag, a strap with a large ball in the middle. Eric caught me staring at it and smacked my clean cheek. I instantly brought my gaze to him. "Open your mouth wide, slut." I obeyed Eric and when I opened my mouth he stuffed the ball into it. I started to panic and pull away but Eric quickly fastened the buckle of the strap behind my head. When it was locked in place, Eric stepped back to admire his handy work. The red ball in my mouth completely blocked the orifice. I couldn't breathe or speak a word. Just grunts and moans. I looked up at Eric pleading with my eyes to take this thing off of me. Eric smiled evilly. Eric kneeled in front of me again. He tapped the ball and said, "This is called a ball gag. I suggest you get used to it; you'll be wearing it whenever I'm not using your mouth." Eric then broke the ties holding my wrists. My arms fell lifelessly to the floor. Eric stood up and watched me breathe through my nose forcefully. "Hands and knees, slut," Eric ordered. I quickly got in the position Eric wanted remembering the slap he gave me the last time I disobeyed his orders. Eric then took something else out of his duffle bag. Around my waist he put a thick leather belt with two rings hanging the part that covered my stomach and a buckle that fastened on my back. Eric then fastened leather cuffs to my wrists and to my lower thighs just above my knees. Then he attached chains from each cuff to their corresponding rings on the leather belt. Eric pulled on each chain to ensure they had enough slack. "Walk, bitch," Eric said just before he slapped my ass. I quickly shuffled around the room for Eric's amusement. The cuffs and chains prevented me from stretch my arms too far forward and my legs from extending all the way. Eric laughed at my predicament, but then put his hand up for me to stop. Then he took something else out of the duffle bag and lifted my face to show it to me. "I had this made just for you, my sex toy." It was leather dog collar with a tag that read "SEX TOY." "Sex toy"? What was happening to me? Eric straddled my back and wiped away my hair from my neck. He buckled the collar tightly around my neck almost to the point of choking me. He then took out a leash and clipped it to a metal ring on the collar. "Come on, slut. It's time to get you some proper clothes," Eric said as he yanked the leash almost pulling me to the ground. He stopped at the bureau and opened my purse. He took out all my cash and my debit card as well. I groaned through the ball gag, but he quickly slapped my ass to shut me up. He began to walk out of the room and I quickly followed for fear of hurting myself. He led me down stairs into the basement and to the garage. He led me around my house like a dog. In the garage my parents' cars were gone. But, another one was there. It was an SUV. Eric walked to the back of the car and unlocked it. The inside looked normal except for two things: A grate blocked the back section of the car from the front and in the center of the floor and the ceiling in the back were two large metal half rings sticking out. "Up, slut," Eric ordered as you would a dog. Clumsily I put my front two paws- Hands! I put my two hands on the tail gate and, using as much slack the chains would give me. I hopped off my knees and clawed with my hands to pull myself up into the bed of the SUV. Eric laughed at me and gave my ass a harp slap. I moaned in pain from behind the ball gag. "Turn towards me, slut." After I completed Eric's order, he took his end of the leash and looped it through the metal ring in the floor. He pulled it until my neck was pulled down to almost two inches above the floor. Then he tied his end to the other ring in the roof of the car. I could not pull my head up at all and with the straps attached to my wrists there was no way to untie the leash. Eric closed up the tail gate got into the driver's seat. He adjusted the mirror just so he could watch me struggle. The garage door opened and he began to back the SUV out. He wasn't taking me out like this, was he? He pulled out of the drive way and my body was thrown around by the movement. My pussy was soaked. Why was it soaked? We got on the highway and I know people could see my ass, my pussy sticking up. I tried to lower my hindquarters just a bit but Eric stopped me. "Raise that ass up, bitch. Or, I'll walk you the rest of the way," he threatened. My ass instantly got back in its original position. I could feel the eyes on me, staring at how obscenely I was displaying my pussy to everyone. God, what a slut. It only got worse in the city. It excited me. Exposing myself excited me? Luckily, Eric pulled down an alley way. I breathed a sigh of relief out of my nose. But, then he stopped and got out of the car. He opened up the tail gate exposing me to everything. He reached up to the top ring and undid the knot. He removed the leash completely from both rings and ordered me down. I hesitated. Eric reached his hand back and gave my face another hard slap taking away all my power. Eric yanked the leash and I went tumbling out of the SUV. Two people walked out a doorway in front of us, a man and a woman following closely behind him with her head down. They didn't even look at me. They just walked on down the alley way. Eric righted me by tugging the leash again. He quickly marched me on my hands and knees into the door way that the two people had just walked out of. The lights inside were dim. Eric walked me through another door way and had me stop right there. Then I heard a voice, a female voice. "Eric!" shouted the voice. That voice was familiar. I had heard it before. I looked up to see who it was. I saw red high heeled latex boots going all the way up the thighs to a red latex body dress that left this woman's pussy exposed. He breasts were lifted and pressed firmly by the latex. That face I knew it. "Claire!" Eric said happily and pulled the woman in for an obscene kiss. That's who she was. Claire Miller, she lived four houses down from me. I groaned through my ball gag hoping to get her attention to help me. At my groaning, she pulled back from Eric and continued to talk to him. "Still sporting your incredible package I see," she said as she groped Eric's crotch. I suddenly felt jealous. Eric laughed and reached his own hand down and forced his middle finger into her pussy. She moaned and released her grip. "That's better," Eric said confidently. Claire suddenly turned to me. "What have we hear? A new slut to train? Where did you find her?" Claire asked. "You'll never guess," Eric chuckled as he reached a hand under my chin and pulled my gagged face into the light. "Is...is this that the Melissa Wells girl from down the street?" Claire asked in a shocked voice. "The one and the same," Eric answered. "As soon as her parents left on their vacation, she appears on my doorstep begging me to fuck her." What did he just say? "So, I agreed to take her in and train her to be a proper slut." Claire smiled at me, "Who knew you had it in you, you little whore." I began to shake my head and groan through my gag trying to say no. "God, she's begging to be used, isn't she?" "Yeah, she's been begging for my cock the whole time. Why don't you test her out?" Claire walked to my side and sat down on my back. My legs and arms strained to support her weight. Then I felt her finger rubbing between the lips of my pussy. I groaned into the ball gag; my pussy was soaking. Oh god, I couldn't help it. Her finger probed deeper inside me and any resolve that I held melted away. My orgasm was building and Claire knew it. She removed her finger refusing to give me my orgasm and I moaned for it like a slut. "She's really pathetic, isn't she," Claire said standing up. "Yeah, there are fucksluts and then there's this bitch," Eric stated. Their words made me sink. They were right. I just begged for an orgasm. I was a piece of shit slut. "Well, I assume you're here for some of my merchandise?" Claire asked turning her attention to Eric. "Yes. Have your girls get her a proper suit and other garments appropriate to this whore's nature. Oh, and one more thing." Eric reached into his pocket and pulled out my money and debit card. "She offered to pay for everything." "We'll have your bitch ready for you in no time," Claire assured as she took the money and leash from Eric. Eric squatted in front of me and pulled my face up to his. "Claire is going to help you find clothing that suits you. You will obey her and her girls." With that he slapped my ass and left. I was all alone at the whim of Claire in her perverted den of lust. Claire tugged my leash to get my attention and the walked me through her store. There were shelves and shelves of sex toys. Some were encased in glass backlit cabinets and others just hung from racks. Pictures of girls tied up to posts or being abused adorned the walls. While we walked, there were other men there staring at me. God, how humiliating. Being walked around like a dog in front of guys who just want to fuck me. Why was my pussy soaked? Why could I feel my juices running down my leg as I crawled? We reached a clothing section of the store and Claire stopped. I took position just at her heel. Claire snapped her fingers twice and two girls, a blonde and a red head, dressed in slutty outfits not unlike Claire's appeared in front of her. "Susan," Claire said to the red head girl. "Take this money and charge whatever this bitch gets to it. "Yes, Mistress," said the read head. She took the money, bowed, and then left. "Abby, get this bitch's restraints off and put them in a bag for Eric." "Yes, Mistress," the blonde said as she bowed. Then she dropped to her knees to unhook the cuffs on my wrists and thighs. Then the blonde unlocked each cuff and removed them before finally moving to undo the belt around my chest. I arched my back and flexed my muscles, finally getting some release. The girl that undid my restraints hastily stood up, bowed, and left. Suddenly, I felt Claire's finger nails scratch my neck as they curled their way underneath my collar and hoisted me up in the air, choking me. I scrambled to get my feet on the cold ground to take my weight of the collar. I found a firm enough footing a stood up. Coughing into my gag and trying to get some air in, I noticed Claire was taller than me. Even without the heeled boots she would be taller than me. I was afraid. "Oh, get yourself together, bitch," Claire said dismissively. I instinctively tried to cover my breasts and vagina with my arms. Claire just laughed at me and my arms fell to my sides. I knew what that laugh meant. Like my arms did anything to cover up my shame. Claire knew what I was. Everyone in the store knew what I was. I was a cumrag, willing to drop to my knees at the drop of a hat. The collar and leash on my neck was proof of that to anyone. Claire walked around me, lifted my arms, surveyed every area of my body. I felt like I was being appraised for some auction. Claire then removed dressmaker's tape from her cleavage and began to take my measurements. Everything that could be measured was. She did not hesitate to grope my private areas, or very public areas. When she was done, she took a step back and smirked at me like she was going to fix me somehow. She smacked my ass and said, "On your hand and knees." An order I followed instantly. She took my leash and tied it to the rack I was under. Claire then walked away from me and disappeared. I was left there, the cool air flowing against my already stiff nipples and y wet pussy. I hoped she would return soon. That is when I felt a finger inserted in my pussy. My head spun around instantly. It was some short bald man in glasses, a shopper. He held a package to one of those blow up sex dolls. But, now he was feeling his way around my exposed pussy. "Please, mister," I begged pathetically through my gag. "Please, stop." "Shut up, nympho, you love it," he said, after a low moan escaped my lips, and continued stroking the insides of my pussy. When he was satisfied, he removed his finger and wiped in on my ass. As if on cue, Claire walked around the corner carrying an article of clothing. "I found the perfect thing for you, slut. Should match your love of humiliation and pain," She said happy with herself. Claire untied my leash and pulled me back up to my feet. This time I was ready and did not choke as much. She unhooked he leash from my collar and then handed me the article of clothing she had. "Put it on." That is when I realized that it was two pieces of clothing rather than one. The first seemed to be a corset that only covered my upper chest with two metal rings in the front for my breasts. This I put on easily by wrapping it around my chest and Claire quickly tied up the string in the back, tightening until I could almost not breathe. But, it was finally on. My breasts were stuffed through the metal rings of the corset and more perky than normal. The second piece of clothing was what you a latex thong, but it was not your normal thong. I put it on and already it squeezed my skin. The way it was cut my ass was not covered at all, but my pussy was covered. That was mute though because on the thong was a zipper than granted anyone who wanted access to my delicate holes. Claire then took out a few straps which attached from the thong in four places to four corresponding places on the corset. A girl was also behind Claire with black high heels to match my new suit. I stepped into the shoes that had locks on them. I knelt over and fastened both locks and stood up straight to see Claire smiling with a key in her hand. She looked me over head to toe, grinning like Eric does. She stared at my breasts for a moment as if something was wrong with them. Then she leaned in and found a latch on the right ring of the corset that I had not notice before. She undid the latch and then forcefully tugged it forward tightening the ring around my breast. A muffled scream left my mouth as the pain seared through me. Then Claire did the same to the left ring. Then, when she looked, she seemed happy with what she did to me. "Eric will be very pleased, slut," Claire encouraged. "But, now it time that you please me, you stupid bitch." Claire attached the leash to my neck again and led me through the store. I seemed to get even more leering eyes this time. She walked up to the counter where the cash register was and hopped on top of it so she was sitting in front of me. The counter was glass and lit from the inside making me and Claire completely visible. She then pulled me forward and then undid my ball gag as she spread her legs. "Make yourself useful, slut," Claire said pointing at her pussy. I had never even though about touching another girl before and now I was going to press my face right in a girl's crotch. When I hesitated, Claire yanked up so we were face to face. "I am not going to say it again, you worthless cunt. Lick!" By now everyone in the store was watching as I lowered my head submissively to Claire's crotch. With no idea how to lick pussy, I just tried to imitate hat my friends had done to me once or twice. My tongue slowly drew up the pussy lips, caressing them softly. I finished right on Claire's clit and playfully teased it with my tongue. Claire would have no of this. Without warning I felt one of her hands push my face into her pussy. My tongue quickly inserted itself into her pussy to a loud moan from Claire. I began to lick the insides of her vagina with abandon. The walls of her flesh, the lips, everything I licked over and over rhythmically. Claire moaned and moaned and squeezed her thighs together, capturing my face further. Her juices began covered my face and began to run down my chin and drip to the floor. I started sucking every bit of her I could into my mouth. She tasted so delicious; I could not help myself. Claire's moans grew louder and I am sure every eye in the store was on us, on my slutty display. I moved to Claire's clit and rather than tease it I bathed it with my tongue. I began sucking on her clit one of my fingers found its way deep into Claire's pussy. It pushed in and out fucking her. Finally, a great moan of ecstasy left Claire's lips and I was there to suck up the impending flow of her orgasm. I got some in me, but a lot more on me. Claire pulled me up by the leash and smirked at my juice covered face. Then she turned me around to show me my spectators. There was a ring of men standing around me. A few had their cocks out. Many were taking pictures with their cell phones. Claire got up right behind me and whispered in my ear, "You see how they look at you. You're just what your collar says you are a sex toy. They know it, I know it, Eric knows it, and soon you will too." Owed Ch. 03 The crowd dispersed and Claire locked the ball gag in my throat again. She had one of her girls charge my card for my new suit. Then another girl hefted three bags up to the counter. They were to be charged too. All I had left was six dollars and seventy two cents. Claire then grabbed a dildo and threw it in one of the bags. One dollar and 12 cents left. Claire pulled me to the front of the store and Eric was there smiling. "Lovely work, Claire. You have outdone yourself," he said patting her on the cheek. She blushed and then presented my leash to him. "And you, my little cumslut, finally you're in some appropriate clothing." This is clothing? "We also picked out attire for your slut to travel in public and plenty of toys to entertain you," Claire said proudly as she handed Eric the key to my high heels and revealed the three bags that were given earlier. "All paid for by this desperate slut." "Perfect. Well, we will be leaving. Thanks again Claire." Eric and I began to walk out and just we cleared the door into the sunlight I heard Claire tell Eric to let her join in on the fun.