****** The Twelfth Floor, Part Two by Donna Pets ******
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The Twelfth Floor, Part Two


My husband came home early today and announced that we are going on a trip.

"Donna, I know you have been after me for a long time to take a vacation and
today I have decided to do it, our plane leaves in two hours. So quickly, go
pack your suitcase, we are going to Mexico, and don't worry about taking too
much, you will get all new clothes when you get there."

I am speechless, I have been trying to get him to take some time off every
since we got married. I am so excited, then with a sick feeling, I remember
that I need to tell him about the twelfth floor.

Well, that will just have to wait and with a smile on my face I head to the
bedroom to pack.

"Honey," I call from the bedroom, "what made you decide to go today?"

He walks into the bedroom carrying a large envelope in his hand.

"This morning I saw a video which caused me to get in touch with a man I know
in the export business. He is involved in trading goods and services with a
multi national organization. His latest project involves operating a research
center in Mexico. His organization is just rolling in money. And after what I
was shown this morning, I know that I must follow up."

He continues with what looks like a smirk on his face.

"I know that things have not been going well between us for the last two
months. It's probably my fault for being at work all the time." He looks down
at the large envelope he is carrying and continues. "Maybe this trip will set
it straight?"

I turn around and hug him. He steps away and starts to put his clothes into the
suitcase.

At the airport, I find that we have a private jet waiting for us. I wonder what
kind of a deal my husband has made to swing this. Before I can comment on the
plane, a cute little girl about my age but only five foot one and stunning
black hair greets us at the gate and leads us down the ramp. I can't help but
notice that her nipples are showing through her shirt and her breasts defy
gravity as they bounce with each step. I am embarrassed by my husband, he can't
keep his eyes off her jiggling butt, as we are ushered to the back of the
plane.

We take our seats, me facing the rear of the plane and my husband facing the
front. Just before take off my husband tells me he's going to the bath room and
walks up front. We are rolling down the runway and I worry about him not being
back yet.

"You are Donna Trothy?" a large dark muscular man asks in what sounds like a
Russian accent as he sits in the seat in front of me.

With a start, I ask him if we have met before. "Not yet," he chuckles. "My name
is Gregory Gorzynski, I am here to ensure that you get to the hotel without any
problems."

I am confused and ask rather annoyed. "Where is my husband and who are you?"

The man calling himself Gregory handed me a large envelope and then said, "Your
husband asked me to give you this, as he got off the plane."

I jump up out of my seat and shout, "Got off the plane, what's going on here.
Why did he get off the plane? Let me off too."

The man pushes me back down to my seat and tells me to look in the envelope.
"The envelope may explain things. I can answer any question you might have but
first you should look over that material. I think it will answer why you are
here and your husband is not."

I open the envelope and the first photo I see causes my heart to sink. It is a
photo of me from the twelfth floor, I am on my hands and knees, my breasts are
covered with sweat, my face is a mask of pleasure and a large black man is
pounding into my bare up turned ass.

With morbid fascination, I slowly turn each picture over. Each one is as
accusatory as the previous one. I look up into Gregory's eyes and plead. "It's
not true, I was raped, these pictures don't show the whole story. I am not a
slut!"

I cup my hands over my eyes and try to block out the horrible pictures. Tears
are choking me as the plane races to Mexico. The photo of me with a black dick
being pulled out of my mouth as semen bridges between my chin and the black
tool is wet with my tears as I am racked with uncontrollable crying.

I feel a hand on my leg as Gregory says, "Your legs look stunning, I think I
can make out the impression of a garter under your dress. I would venture that
with the light behind you the tops of your black stockings are visible. You
look very desirable, and I have always liked green eyes."

Gathering up the photos he continued. "When your husband showed me your
portfolio this morning, I knew that I had to have you. You cost me a ton of
money but you will be worth every bit of it. Let me ask you something, your
husband says that you were fertile when these photos were taken, is that true."

I am stunned, I feel completely lost. I open my mouth to answer, but no sound
comes out. I just shake my head yes.

Now I know why my husband dumped me on this plane.

Gregory claps his hands together and tells me that it's wonderful. "I hope you
are pregnant Donna, that is one of my most profitable fetishes. I can't wait
until you start to show. And, if it turns out to be black then that's even
better. And, the best thing is I have the video from your husband that will
show you being knocked up. This is just great," the Russian gloats.

My tummy is turning over, what is going on, how can a man take such joy in my
misery. Is there no mercy in this man? I have been raped and I may be pregnant
from it. My husband thinks I am a common slut and that I got myself knocked up
making a porno movie. I have been sold to this man and God knows what will
happen next.

I look up and the cute little flight attendant is offering me some water and a
small pill.

"Here," she says, "take this and you will feel better."

She looks so kind that without thinking of what I am doing, I take the pill and
swallow it. I slump in my seat as Gregory reaches over and idly toys with my
garter strap through my dress. In a short time, I drift off to sleep and back
to the twelfth floor.

"On your hands and knees bitch, that's it, now raise your head, that's better.
Shove it into her, good, that's nice, now slam her hard, let's see those tits
bounce. Someone crawl under her and suck on a tit, great, now pull her head
back again, good, great. Pull it out of her pussy and jam it into her ass,
great. OK, I need a cum shot, good, good, now when you are ready pull out and
dump it on her pussy then drive it back into her. There, catch that action,
yes, now back into her pussy. Let's get it into her face, open your mouth
bitch, now stuff it in there, great. Make her choke on it, that's right. Now
work it off, good. When you are ready to cum let me know. Good, good, yes
that's it cum in her mouth, now pull it out, great good shot, lots of strings."

I am numb to the continued abuse of my body. It just goes on and on. I can't
believe that three men can perform so many times. Oh God will it never end.

I have been beyond the point of exhaustion for the last two hours. I don't even
remember when my hands were untaped. All I know is exhaustion.

"OK get the bitch out of here, Just dump her in the elevator. Maybe someone
will come along and finish her off. Take the purse, we might want to send some
photos to her later. How does that sound bitch?"

My head is lifted but I am beyond comprehension.

"That's it get her out of here." I feel myself being dragged down the hall and
dropped into the elevator. I lay lifeless on the floor drifting up and down...

I open my eyes and then bolt upright, my bare breasts bounce and the cool air
hardens my nipples. I am sitting naked in a soft bed, in a large hotel room,
the sun is shining through a window warming the sheets. I look around and see a
young woman sitting at a table, ten feet from me. Her breasts rise and fall
with each breath she takes and the dark areola of her breasts show through the
thin white silk shirt, which clings to each nipple like a second skin. Her
black skirt has ridden up a little and I see the top of a black stocking and
the clip of a red garter.

"Ah, welcome home," she says, "my name is Jezebel, Jezebel Paramour. The bath
is just through that door, you will find a small cup next to the sink, it's for
a urine sample. After you fill the cup, please return it to me."

I pull the covers up to my neck to cover my nakedness and say in a shaky voice.

"Where am I, what do you need a sample for, where are my clothes? I don't have
anything on."

"First things first," says Jezebel. "Don't worry about not having your clothes,
I am a doctor and there is a bathrobe in the bathroom. I need a sample to
confirm your pregnancy, then once I get the sample you will be given time to
get cleaned up. Breakfast will be served here in your room. Your other
questions will be answered by Madonna, the head signora. Now be a good girl and
let's see if you are or are not pregnant shall we."

Jezebel stands, walks over to me and takes my hand. I follow her to the
bathroom, she waits outside as I close the door.

On the sink next to some bath items is a small plastic cup which I take over to
the toilet and carefully fill. I then put the green silk bath robe on which I
have discovered hanging next to the shower.

I open the door and hand Jezebel the cup.

My hand is shaking, I lean on the closed door, please don't confirm what I fear
most, I can't be pregnant, please.

I hear Jezebel's soft steps leaving and the front door being closed then a
steel click which sounds like a lock being set. The sound of the lock causes a
cold chill to run down my spine. I jerk the bathroom door open and rush to the
front door and rattle the knob, it's locked.

I then slowly approach the window not knowing what will be out there, and am
rewarded with a view of mountains and lush green trees. I am at least four
floors up in what looks to be a large resort hotel.

I turn from the window and look around my room, puzzled. There's a large bed, a
dressing table, and an alcove on one end of the room in the corner near a
double door which leads into a bath. I walk over to the dresser and find them
empty.

The dresser's mirror reflects a young woman standing in a green silk robe. Her
breasts have parted the robe and exposed her dark nipples, her pubic lips are
near visible through her light blond pubic hair. I watch in fascination as her
breasts rise and fall with each breath.

My mind is racing, trying to think of what to do next, I am locked in a resort
hotel, I have been sold by my husband, after a brutal gang rape, I am probably
pregnant, I am at wits end.

I lower my head and with a tear I recognize myself in the mirror. Defeated, I
walk into the bath room, pick up a sponge and bath jell, then adjust the shower
and climb in.

The warm water feels good as it softly runs down my shoulders and back. I apply
a small amount of soap to the sponge, and gently raise my breasts one at a time
and suds my chest.

I notice that my breasts are a little tender this morning and the nipples are
just a little darker than normal. I have given up on starting my period, I am a
total of forty-five days late and from the looks of my breasts and the feel of
my tummy, I can guess the results of Jezebel's test.

Strangely, I find the thought of being forced to carry a stranger's baby
erotic.

I reach my soapy hand down to my pubic area and lightly caress my tangled blond
hair. My finger gently spreads my labia majora and follows its path up to my
clitoris. I lightly trace the hood of my clitoris and then work the tip of my
finger up under the hood to caress my button.

I catch my breath as I feel a warmth radiating from my center up into my
depths. I cup one breast and gently fondle my nipple with my other hand. It's
been two months since I have touched myself or was touched by another person. I
can see a black man in my mind's eye he is drawing me towards him, my heart
pounds loudly. My breath is coming is short quick gasps. I can feel my face
flush and then my head leans back and I am flying down a steep soft hill. My
hips buck forward and for just an instant I am at peace with my body...


I am sitting at the dresser combing my long light blond hair with a brush I
found in the bathroom. The silk robe clings to my naked damp body. I hear a
knock at the door, then the door opens and Jezebel enters the room.

She is carrying a tray which is placed on a table next to the alcove which sits
in the corner of the room behind the bathroom. The door is closed by a lady in
her early forties, dressed in a light weight short black dress and a tailored
black business suit top which is buttoned so as to leave her ample cleavage
exposed.

"Donna, sit down with me at the table. My name is Madonna," the lady says as
she pulls a chair out for me and sits in a chair next to the one she is
offering me. I sit down and the younger girl leaves the room closing the door
with a soft click.

"Jezebel has confirmed that you are indeed pregnant."

I feel the blood run out of my face with the stark knowledge that I have been
knocked up.

"Don't fret, we will not terminate your pregnancy, you will deliver the baby. I
know this is hard for you, you are confused and disoriented. I am here to help
you adjust. You need to know that your life, as you have known it is over.
Every things starts new here. Donna, you have no past. We would normally pick a
new name for you but your husband insisted that we use your given name Donna,
as a reminder of the whore you are. So from today on you will be called Donna
Harlot."

"You cannot get away with this!" I yell. "I am not some whore you picked up off
the street. I have a life, I have a last name, Trothy. I am a person not a
whore or a harlot."

It's probably the pregnancy which is causing me to feel so emotional, but even
with this awareness I am still reduced to a crying heap of frayed nerves.

Without emotion Madonna continues. "Gregory would have explained the work we do
here had you not been so overexcited yesterday. As it turns out we were
expecting some of your reaction. Gregory did not truly trust every thing that
your husband was telling him about you and we have had some experience with the
porno movie people that you had your run in with. That's why our little Jezebel
had a pill ready for you."

I look a Madonna with a glimmer of hope. "You mean that you know that I was
raped and that I didn't have a choice in the matter."

Madonna nods her head yes.

"Oh, God, you can't believe how much better I feel. When can you tell my
husband so that I can go home?"

Madonna looks at me sternly. "Donna Harlot, you have no husband to tell. In
fact, Donna Trothy's family has already been notified that her plane crashed.
Mrs. Trothy's remains are being sent back tomorrow. Like I said before, every
thing starts new here. Donna Harlot, you have no past."

I jump to my feet. "What, you just said, that you didn't believe I was a whore.
You know my husband is wrong why won't you help me explain it to him. I am not
a slut, I don't belong here."

"Sit down Miss Harlot," Madonna barks. "You are here and that is all that
matters. You will do what we tell you, you have no choice. You are going to
make money for us, one way or the other. We get money from five sources: First,
we sell aborted fetus's."

I clutch at my abdomen, tears spring to my eyes, I listen in disbelief, feeling
sicker as she continues.

"Second, we sell pornographic pictures and movies, some like the ones you made
and others. Third, we sell women on the streets in ever major city in the
world. Fourth, we sell women to foreign governments and very rich people.
Fifth, we sell carefully selected babies. Now that brings me to you."

Madonna then adds with a smile. "Today you start your new life as a movie star.
You may learn to like it but it doesn't really matter."

Madonna stands up and walks over to the door. She opens it and holds it open as
two large Mexican men enter the room. They exchange some words that I can't
understand with Madonna, then grab me by the arms and drag me kicking and
yelling out the door.

I am dragged down the hall and into an elevator. I panic as I feel the elevator
lifting up, to the twelfth floor, oh God not again.

My silk robe has come open from my struggling and the two large men are holding
my arms so that I cannot close my robe. My breasts are bouncing as I fight to
free my arms. The men are talking and laughing with each other, one cups my
breast with his free hand, lifts it and lets it fall to bounce again.

They both laugh as I turn bright red from frustration and humiliation. The door
opens at the top floor, I am dragged out the door, down the hall and into a
large room. The first thing I notice are the lights, there must be hundreds of
them all focused on a large round bed in the center of the room.

I am pushed to the bed to land sprawled out on my face. I roll over to a
sitting position and I see a large number of people milling about. A thin man
in his thirties shouts and the room goes quite except for my whimpering.

"Quiet on the set, Miss Harlot please remove your robe. Chester, get the
cameras ready. Well, Miss Harlot, we are waiting."

A large Mexican man grabs my robe and yanks it off my shoulders and pulls my
arms out of its sleeves. I am sitting in the center of the bed with hot lights
shining on me trying to hide myself with my arms and legs.

An oriental girl of about twenty crawls naked onto the bed and puts her small
hand on my back and rubs it softly. She whispers softly that I must do what I
am told or they will make me do it anyway.

I look into her dark eyes and she leans over and presses her lips to mine. I
pull back as she works her body into my arms. Her breasts are small and press
against mine. I can feel my face flush as she takes my hand and presses it to
her shaved pubic area. Her lips have found my nipple and she is suckling me so
softly that I feel myself start to relax.

The lights are so bright that I can only see her, through my tear filled eyes.
She lifts her face to mine and plants her lips onto my lips. My mouth opens and
her tongue licks behind my upper teeth. Her mouth tastes sweet and clean. She
gently pushes me onto my back as she continues to explore my mouth with her
tongue. I kiss her back as I feel her finger lightly caress the hood of my
clitoris. Under her manipulation I feel myself becoming aroused. My eyes are
tightly closed the only sound I hear is her wet kissing and an occasional moan
drawn out from around her tongue.

I am climbing up a steep hill, my tongue now exploring her soft mouth. I feel
her finger move down, dipping into my wetness then quickly returning to my
clitoris. My right hand is between her legs and I feel the wetness of her
womanhood. I lightly touch her wetness. My hand glides slippery over her outer
lips and up to her clitoris.

In kind, I start to gently stroke her as she is stroking me.

I can feel her breath coming quicker. We have melted into one, our bodies
wrapping and entwining with each other. I feel her tongue drive hungrily into
my mouth as I explode over the hill, race down to the bottom and fly up yet
another to come sliding down again. I feel my legs being spread and the girl's
finger being replaced by a large male member.

My eyes are closed as I feel myself open to accommodate this new probing. The
soft lips are now on my breast, I throw my head back and feel the course face
of a man pressing his lips against my open mouth.

I am flying, as his hungry mouth takes possession of my tongue, draws it into
his mouth and his member rams in and out of me. I open my eyes and look into
the face of a stranger.

My legs have wrapped themselves around his thighs, my lungs are sucking in air
with quick gasp and his ejaculate explodes inside of me.

I pull his hips down into me and try to hold him inside of me. He rolls over on
his back pulling me on top of him. As his spent tool slides out, I feel new
hands on my hips and another man is pushing his hardness up into my flooded
passageway.

With a gasp, my bottom is pulled up tight to his hips, causing the trapped
semen to ooze out between my pubic lips and his hard rod.

He starts working his hips back and forth, jerking my hips back, causing a wet
slapping sound to go echoing through the room. My face is lifted from the
mattress and I find a black male member ready to slide into my mouth.

In pure lust, I open my mouth and try to swallow his shaft. I have become my
name, Harlot.

I suck wildly and just as I feel more warm seed being pumped into my pregnant
channel, the member, between my lips, explodes, filling my mouth with a salty
musk that drools down my chin.

My right knee is lifted by a Mexican man, as he crawls under me and pushes
himself into my sperm dripping womanhood.

A new man is in my mouth and I suck him in eagerly.

So lost am I, that I don't feel the third man on the bed until with a slow
steady push, he has planted his rod deep into my other hole.

I can feel the two members stuffed into me separated by the thin walls of my
vagina and rectum. The sensation is a mixture of pain, degradation and
excitement.

I have three men in me at the same time. I feel the man in my bottom squirting
his fluid into me, then the man under me humps up hard and adds his sperm to my
dripping canal.

Spinning, my mind is a torrent of conflicting sensations and overriding all is
the knowledge that I am the slut, Donna Harlot. A knocked up slut, getting just
what I deserve and hoping that it never ends and getting just that...

An endless parade of men taking turns at me. Some are content to jerk
themselves off onto me, others rolling me this way then that planting their
seed into every opening I have.

This goes on for hours, I drift off from fatigue and then come back around to
find yet other men inside of me.

The lights are keeping the wetness warm as I am completely covered by clear
sticky semen from head to toe. My world is full of the sounds of sex, the smell
of sex, the taste of sex and the wet feel of sex.

After a countless number of men have used me, I am carried to my room by the
two large Mexicans. I am dripping sperm from ever orifice, my sticky hair is
wet from sex and is clinging to my face.

I am placed in my shower. The oriental girl is soaping my back and another
short, light brown hair girl is helping me stand up. Together the two of then
clean me off and then pat me dry.

The short brown haired girl blushes as she helps me into a pair of silk panties
with a panty liner in its crotch. I am helped to the bed and tucked in between
the two young women.

I slip off to sleep hugging my pregnant belly.


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