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Chapter 23
Her client that day had been an elderly Oriental man, who was enthralled with her large breasts, as he put it. In fact, Debra had been surprisingly disappointed that the swelling in her breasts had continued to go down. She had actually enjoyed how well she looked with her breasts flowing over the tops of her bras. Now her bras hung loosely over her still ample chest.
The Asian business man had barely gotten her interested in the task of getting him off, and did nothing to make her horny. But when she started thinking about giving Jerry a call, after finishing the old geezer off, she worked herself into a frenzy. She blew the old man quickly, then after nursing him back to an erection, she found that he wanted to "Titi-fucku", as he put it. So she took his cock between her breasts, and started rubbing them up and down over his tool. He came all over her chest, and spraying a dab on her chin, before collapsing, exhausted, on the bed. He thanked her for her efforts, barely giving her a chance to clean his sperm from her body, before his assistant was showing her out, even as she was pulling the thin tank top down over her head.
She had made it down to the lobby of the office building, before she pulled some change from her purse, and tried to call Jerry. She was so happy when he answered his cell phone, that she almost jumped. But then he burst her bubble, telling her that he was doing a remote at a store that afternoon, and wouldn't be able to meet her. He had offered to meet her that night, after he was done, but of course she had to turn him down.
She hung up disappointed, but was still horny, and remembered that she was only fifteen minutes away from a bar, that she had found an adequate partner at just last week. In fact, the guy that she had picked up, had given her a hundred dollars, when she left him that afternoon. She didn't bother explaining to him that she wasn't a hooker, opting instead to just take the money, and go home fulfilled.
She made it to the bar, but found it almost empty. There were three youngsters, college kids she supposed, at one table, and a large black man and a sleazy looking woman at another. She decided to have a quick drink, and if things didn't pick up, she'd move on to somewhere else.
She hadn't even gotten her drink, when one of the college boys offered to buy it for her. She felt a little complimented, that such a young man would offer, and so she accepted it.
She watched, as the sleazy looking woman kept pointing at her, while the man that she sat with, talked on his cell phone. She hadn't paid any attention to her date, motioning to his friends, who grabbed the drink from the waiter to deliver it themselves, nor had she seen the powder dropped in it, as one of the boys stirred it around in the drink.
The young man who stayed to talk to her, tried very hard to be charming and polite, as well as eager to compliment her on how good she looked. She sat and listened to him, enjoying her drink as she sucked in his compliments. She decided that she had listened to enough, and knew that he couldn't possibly be aggressive enough to fulfill her needs, and was about to brush him off, when another drink arrived for her at the table. She accepted the drink enjoying having others pay for her drinks, no matter if she had any interest in them or not.
She had begun to drain the new drink much more aggressively than she had the last one, and was feeling a little woozy and tired. She then asked him how big his cock was, as this now her signature line, when picking up guys. She worried that she was too drunk and tired to make it back to the gym. The young man had answered that he was two big for her. Now overly confident, he knew he was taking her back to their apartment, as he saw the drugged glazed look in her eyes.
Debra laughed at his overly confident attitude, and asked him, "How big?"
"Oh big enough mamma." he crowed, as she giggled hysterically. He moved closer to her, and placed his hand on her leg. He wanted to get closer, to see just how affected she was by the drugs, and to make sure that she didn't fall off of her stool. He knew that she was ready, when he had his hand under her skirt, and she hadn't even twitched.
He motioned for his friends to join him, but was surprised when the black man approached them as well. Debra found her mind reeling, as she watched the black man whisper something in her new friends ear. She noticed her friend start to say something, when he looked down and stumbled away. She hadn't seen the shiny silver blade, but as she was slumped over the table, having trouble keeping herself up right, it wasn't surprising.
The three college kids took off in a flash, as the black man helped her up from her table. He and his whore helped her out of the bar, and back to an old sedan. She slept, as they drove her back to an old apartment complex. She didn't really remember being drug up the stairs, but vaguely remembered having her wrist cuffed to the bed post.
She woke up two hours later with a horrible hangover, only to find the hooker on the end of the bed going through her purse. She was still far to groggy to say anything meaningful, as she worked desperately to clear her head. The hooker had gotten up and left the room, returning moments later with the black man from the bar.
"Bitch, what kind'a whore falls for that old trick of getting yourself drugged by a bunch a dumb kids?" he asked, looking over the contents of her purse. "So who the hell you work for honey?" he asked, flipping through the money from her purse disappointed.
"Augh, Mr. B I mean Bradley." she answered in a dazed tone.
"Who the fuck is that? He new to town, bitch?" he asked angrily, now sure that she was a working girl. "No, no he's been around for, I don't know, a long time." she replied.
"Well he been around that long, he should know not to send his hoes into my territory. You new to this or something?" he asked tossing her 23 dollars onto the floor. "New to this?" she asked, looking around the room "Yes only a couple of weeks." she answered.
"So you're still clean?" he said, picking up one of the condoms from her purse.
"Yes!" she said in a disgusted voice, as she pulled on her arm.
"Well lets see how new you are honey." he said as he motioned to his whore, who quickly left, as he dropped his pants and rolled a condom over his long hard cock. He then reached between her legs, and ripped her tiny thong from her body, as he climbed on top of her. He positioned his prick at her cunt, and rammed it home quickly. After several thrusts, he announced that it was time to see the fun bags, and ripped her tank top from her body.
Debra had begun tossing her head from side to side, mumbling "NO, NO, NO!!!" as she felt his long hard cock pistoning into her again and again. She then wretched under him, as he brought his face to hers, and gave her a long tongue filled kiss. "Yo bitch, call the fella's and get um over here to sample my new hoe." he shouted, while he continued stroking into her forcefully.
Debra began begging him to release her, even as he continued assaulting her tirelessly. She kept insisting that there had been a mistake, and that she wasn't trying to move in on anyone's territory. She couldn't believe that with all she had already been through, that now this could happen on top of all the rest.
Tyrone, as he was known to his whores, had heard enough of the bitches lip, and slapped her across her face, knocking her out cold, and splitting her lip wide open. He finally finished erupting his seed into the tip of the condom and pulled out of her cunt, and moving to her face, rolled the condom from his still semi-erect cock, allowing the sperm to drop onto her unconscious face.
Tyrone then pulled his pants back on and left the room, leaving Debra cuffed to the bed and unconscious. He asked his whore where the John's were, then ordered her to get a needle and some stuff to give to the new slut. His whore presented him with her needle and a dose of the drug, which got her slapped to the floor.
"The bitch says she new to the biz and clean you stupid hoe, now get me a new needle, and make sure the John's know to wear their rubbers, least for now anyhow." he said, as she picked herself up from the floor.
"Ain't got no clean needles Tyrone, damnit." she screamed, wiping the blood from her lip. "What you got to go hittin me for, I'm the one told you my john said he nailed a new girl anyhow."
"Shut up you stupid Bitch! Now get your dirty ass down to de clinic, and get me a new needle. Least I can do is start the new bitch out clean, it'll keep her working a little longer anyhow." he said, returning to check on Debra.
Debra was just coming to, as she felt someone feeling up her tit's. Her mouth and head ached, and she could taste the blood in her mouth.
"These are real aren't they honey, no silicon in these puppies?" he said, pinching her nipple savagely. Debra nodded, as she turned her head from side to side, trying to clear her mind. "You best understand right now that I don't know how your last pimp worked your ass, but I don't take no sass from my hoes, and you better not sass the John's either. Like the book says, your to be seen not heard. Got that bitch, else I'll slap you again." he said, lifting his hand, ready to strike her again.
"Now, I don't know this cat you worked for, but I figure he ain't going to miss you no how. Your dumb ass ain't even brought him in thirty for the day.
Now I work my hoes and you gonna have to pull at least five a day for me bitch.
You keep whatever you get above that. I got a deal with the cops, you stay on my streets, and keep it on the down low, and you don't have to worry about the man." cupping her chin in his palm.
Debra shook her head weakly, acknowledging his total domination over her, not wanting to be beaten again, and knowing that she had no other choice for now at least.
"I see your clean, and ain't got no track marks, so you outta know that my girls I keep um strung out. I sent Zippy to get ya a new needle. Once I let ya out, it'll be up to ya to keep yourself clean. I get you all the smack you need, as long as ya turn the tricks and make me money." he said, squeezing her chin roughly. She had begun crying, not wanting to fall victim to this thug.
He stared down at her, as he heard the knock on the door. "Your first John's here, I expect you to be on your best behavior." he said, getting up to answer the door.
Debra looked over at the table, and saw the key ring with the button she'd been ordered never to touch. If she could only hit the button, maybe she could get some help. She fought with the cuff on her arm, stretching out to reach it, as she heard her captor laughing with someone else, out in the front room. She grew desperate, as she heard herself described cruelly to at least two other voices. She had begun trying to use the remnants of her torn tank top, trying to get the keys closer to her hand, when the men walked in.
"So bitch, ya still got some spunk left in ya!" Tyrone shouted, as he grabbed a handful of her hair. "You're white ass belongs to me now honey. Now old Rickie here, he done paid me good, to be the first John to sample your white ass, as I welcome you into my stable. So why don't you show him some of that fight of yours, as he likes his bitches feisty." he said, pushing her head into the metal headboard violently.
"Yo, Tyrone, the bitch is wearing a band man. Where the fuck is your old man at honey." he asked groping her left breast roughly.
"Ooch!" she screamed, as he twisted her nipple viscously. "Rickie, I'm her old man now, so it don't matter. Now, you want her or not?" Tyrone asked, motioning to her splayed open legs.
"Fuck yea I'll take a ride now. Give me my money's worth bitch." he said, driving his hand between her legs.
"Rickie, don't forget to use a rubber man, she's still clean she say's." Tyrone said, motioning to the remnants of her purse.
Rickie took her, first having her suck his foul smelling cock, before placing the rubber over his tool, and driving it home inside her. He was rough and demanding, taking her quickly, as she panted and groaned. He left happy, and was quickly replaced by another man. She was happy to see that he took note of her keys, but her hopes faded, when he finished fucking her, and pocketed her key, but not before asking her where the Beemer was.
She named the bar to him, and he left, thanking Tyrone for the great piece of ass. He was replaced by a Hispanic man, who practically ripped her arm from the socket, as her pulled and tugged on her, as she lay there cuffed to the bed. He then flipped her over, and reamed out her ass, while he practically ripped her hair from her scalp. Once she licked his blood and shit covered cock clean, he rolled the rubber down over his cock, and shoved it into her cunt.
He was followed by a large fat black man, who virtually suffocated her while he fucked her. She was shocked that his little peepee stuck out far enough from his rotund belly, to penetrate her at all. He was apparently a pimp himself, and after he finished, he and Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed, trying to work out a trade for Debra. The amount of money and drugs were just never right, and after fifteen minutes of negotiations, the fat bastard left without her. She was allowed to rest for several minutes, before the next John entered the room.
He was an average sized man, from what she saw. As he shoved his cock down her throat, she noticed that he was missing one of his balls, just like Ray. She noted from the larger than average amount of sperm he spurted down her throat, that this in no way affected his performance, and he never softened, before he sheathed his weapon, and then pounded it into her ass.
She was at first confused, when Tyrone entered after the last John had left, and sat on her chest. He tied a rubber hose around her fore arm, and flicked her elbow repeatedly. "Bring me the shit bitch!" he screamed, as he held her arm extended out. Debra knew what was coming, and begged him not to shoot her up. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon the needle was slipped under her skin, injecting her with its vile contents, as she begged him to stop.
The effects of the drug took place almost instantly, and she slipped into an altered state. He removed the cuff from her bruised arm, and pulled the now badly tattered skirt from her belly, before he left the room.
She wasn't alone for long, and soon she was being screwed by another John, and then another, as the line seemed to go on forever. She felt lost in a world that she had never known.
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