White Slave
Chapter 9
At that moment Chris despised her friend, hated her for getting her into
this loathsome situation. As always, it was Sandy who talked her into it. She
leapt to her feet, backing away from the man cautiously, intent only on making
it to the closed door a dozen feet away.
One of the men jumped and blocked the door. He grinned down at her. "Oh,
no you don't, bitch... you ain't running out on us now. You're paid for
this... you're a whore... a whore!" he spat. The words stung more than her
ears, sluicing through the fogged stoniness of her brain. A whore. It's true,
she'd been hired to be a prostitute. All that jive about speaking French and
Spanish... all of it was a set up.
She tried to struggle away, but his hand lashed out at her shoulder; she
snapped away just as his finger snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping
it down the middle as if it were paper. The garment fell away in tow tattered
halves, exposing the white firmness of her breasts softly resting in the sheer
cups of her bra. "No, please... let me go!"
Both of the men's powerful arms suddenly snaked around her, and with one
quick, deft move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her bra and yanked it
away, throwing it halfway across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes
widened as he stared at the frightened blonde's large, ripe breasts, two
bulging, pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips. But this terrified
young girl wasn't for him now, she belonged to Neil. Almost reluctantly, he
shoved her toward the other man.
"Come here!" he growled, and this time Chris knew there was no choice but
to obey. Neil was watching eagerly, and he, too, had moved between her and the
door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge chest. Chris took one
half-step toward the door, trying to avoid him, and abruptly found herself in
the frenzied, sex-hungry Mexican's clutches. His fleshy lips locked hungrily
on hers as his rough tongue darted between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist
recesses of her mouth. Chris tried to pull away, to break away from his grip,
but he held her tightly with his big hands clamped like vises on her forearms,
pinching the muscles so painfully she could feel the circulation slowing in her
hands and wrists. His warmly wet lips left her mouth and traced a line along
the curve of her upturned chin, passionately, but gently, nibbling at the soft
flesh of her neck before moving down along the smooth expanse of her chest. The
horrified girl's blood ran cold as Neil's voraciously sucking lips neared the
fleshy swell of her agitated breasts; another instant, and they were hotly
clamped around the pinkish-brown halos of her nipples. Now his glistening
tongue whirled around the hardening tips of her quivering breasts, and his
sharp teeth nipped playfully at the swelling little nipples. Chris knew Sandy
was watching, she knew her best friend was somewhere there in the darkness,
watching as she was dragged into the lowest, vilest depths of humiliation and
depravity. She was once again, the second time in less than 24 hours, being
treated like a whore. But how unlike last night! Francois had been such a
gentleman. Now she was nothing but a plaything for these vicious men, theirs
to fondle, to caress. Theirs to empty their seething loads of sperm into, just
a lust-receptacle for these... savages!
Chris was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the empty
mattress. now that she was standing, the effects of the drug seemed doubled,
the room was spinning around a central axis, whirling in a dizzying
kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering lights of the candles. Her calves
backed against the edge of the mattress, and with a gentle push from Neil, she
fell flat on her back across the mattress, her skirt bunching up around her
slender young waist, her eyes had been closed; now she opened them wide in fear
as she lost her balance and tumbled across the mattress. Neil seemed to tower
over her like a giant -- his chest a solid, dark wall of muscle now that he had
taken off his shirt.
"Please don't... please," she whimpered futilely. She, herself, knew
that her pleas and tears would be unheeded; nothing would stop this
muscle-bound Mexican now!
He leaned forward and nibbled the soft, tender flesh of her inner thigh,
teasing the skin playfully with sharp, nipping little bites all along the
smooth nakedness of her upper leg. He started just above her dimpled knee and
worked his way up, up, up... stopping just short of the flimsy panties at the
intersection of her firm, fearfully trembling thighs. Chris tried to fight it
-- she wouldn't give this vicious animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond
to his lustful advances.
In spite of her good intentions, the girl had downed too much of that
potent cocaine to remain totally in control of her body; she began to moan as
his hot lips nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches away from the almost
unguarded furrow of her young cunt. His hands slid easily over her tautly
smooth belly and fastened on the jutting mounds of her softly ripe breasts.
Squeezing with his open palms and pinching the tender flesh in ridges between
his brown fingers which contrasted so sharply with her white skin and blonde
hair.
Her mind was reeling! She'd been prepared for the worst... for agonizing
pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation... the way it had been with
Mark... but not this! His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not
anticipated! If only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate
probings of her naked body.
Of their own volition, Chris long legs slowly parted, opening up the
moistly pink slit of her pussy, easily visible to the man's view beneath the
gauze-like material of her panties. It looked like a long-sought treasure to
him, sparkling, gleaming ruby concealed up there between her wide spread
thighs. "Do it, Neil," one of the men in the background yelled. "She's just
asking for you to eat her pussy." His remark was greeted with laughter, but
the big brown man gave no indication of hearing it. His hotly voracious mouth
moved closer to the forbidden orifice, his nose brushing the fragrant curls
teasing out from under the legbands of her panties. By now, everyone,
including Chris, knew his goal; the moistly throbbing cunt between her snow
white thighs.
She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and
shoulders. Her eyes popped open... it was Sandy!
"Here, Chris, take another deep drag. It'll loosen you up." She held a
brightly glowing joint between her fingers, and before the young blonde could
answer, touched the cigarette to her lips. Chris inhaled, filling her lungs
quickly with a slow powerful puff, then held it until her chest seemed about to
explode. Sandy then disappeared again in the darkness around the mattress, but
that didn't matter. Chris could feel the potent drug rush straight to her
brain; the flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly
now like tinted floodlights shining into the smokey room, her hands had been by
her side, but now they were moving of their own accord to the flat plane of her
belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thinly covered blonde
pubic mound.
Abruptly, she pulled the crotchband of her panties aside and began
rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her fevered young body responding now
fully to the man's carnal probings up between her long slender legs.
With surprising gentleness, Neil removed her hands and then brushed apart
the softly curling pubic hair guarding her exposed pussy, using his thumbs to
gently spread the heatedly moistened layers of pink flesh. He leaned forward
at the same moment and without warning, clamped his hungry lips on the
pearl-like bud of her clitoris. Chris's whole body suddenly arched off the
bed, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire that shot out her loins as
his lips made their first hot contact with her naked pussy. Again, he began
the tormenting nibbling of her clitoris, while, at the same time, his hands
were hungrily ripping the soft flimsy crotchband of her panties all the way
open.
"Oooohhh... please... ppplleease..." But her cry was more one of
anguished helplessness than of pain or terror and, then as the panties were
ripped in half, behind held together only by the elastic band around her waist,
her hips began a wanton response of their own, grinding upward against his
brown face as he chewed ravenously on her fevered cunt-lips. Chris was
strapped in a swirling, soaring surging of drug-heightened rapture and wanton
delight.
Neil's quivering red tongue snaked into the hotly moist tunnel between
her widespread legs, worming in between the soft warm walls, then licking along
the wet furrow of her pussy until his tongue brushed electrically again over
her throbbing clitoris. One brown hand was far up between the shadowy cleft of
her whitely trembling buttocks, his fingers caressing the tight puckered ring
of her anus, the other hand was climbing back up to the damp slit of her cunt
and on reaching it, he slid his outstretched middle finger easily into the warm
shelter of her violently trembling pussy, pushing back the tight fleshy walls
that clamped so hotly around it.
"Christ, she's got the tightest pussy I've ever seen man, it's gonna be
something else pumping my meat into this hot little bitch," thought Neil.
He pulled his finger momentarily from her moistly heated tunnel and
spread even wider the pink, ragged lips of her pussy, burying his face tighter
against her writhing loins as his lips clenched tight around the pulsing nipple
of he clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her wetly perfumed slit, lapping
at her seeping cuntal juices and swallowing them down eagerly, relishing the
young feminine taste of her naked pussy against his lips.
Chris opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mournful hoarse moan
escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was frantically
writhing now, quivering at his agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust
heated loins up against the man's face, grinding her fleshy pink pussy lips
hard against his full lips.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal?
Why can't I make this all go away? Oh my God, I can't stop myself... I can't
stop myself!
Her empty cunt was now aching with wild, insatiable passion... aching for
the one thing that would answer the torturing, lustful desire that were fanning
hotly in her naked belly... aching for the hard, soothing thrust of his cock...
aching for his long, throbbing manhood buried deep in her burning hole. She had
to have it, she had to have its rock hard firmness rammed up inside her --
there was no other way to quell this frenzied riot of savage passion burning
out of control in her quivering belly.
Neil's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as she pulled away
from her, and with one twist, he rolled her over on her belly, "Get up on your
knees," he commanded, and Chris obeyed. She would have done anything right now
to get rid of that wanton desire rippling incessantly from her cunt. The
mattress was soft, and it gave under her weight, but she gripped the edges
securely, bracing herself as she rose to her knees and hands, her naked white
buttocks waving like a red flag before the man on his knees behind her.
Sandy had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs dragged over
the arm, and Jose was preparing to fuck her hungry waiting cunt, holding his
huge throbbing cock with both hands as he guided it toward the waiting white
girl's wet, juicy sheath. Neither of them would have taken their eyes off the
action on the other mattress for a second, but they had withstood the torturing
flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it... there was no holding
back now. Sandy cried out in pain and exaltation as the long glistening shaft
eased between the pink flanges of her pussy, stretching the tender lips wide as
the blood-filled head sank out of sight in the young woman's cunt.
Fighting the pain, Sandy gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her
ravenous pussy back up against the Mexican's hard lunge; she gasped aloud as
his thick cock sank six inches in her hotly stretched cunt pushing aside the
soft moist walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep into her open cuntal
hole. He paused, then thrust the rest of his enormous fleshy rod up all the
way to the hilt in her belly, ramming it into her so hard that tears filled her
eyes from the painful agony. He'd waited too long already for this -- there
was no time now for building up slowly, he pumped into her like a stallion
mounting a mare in heat, thrusting in hard and fast in a frantic rhythm that
threatened to split her in half with its fury. He'd been led too far -- the
delicious thrill of having the beautiful bought girl sucking his cock -- the
wildly exciting lewd spectacle of her young friend's naked pussy being
cannibalized by his friend, Neil. Suddenly, the man's head went back and a
surprised, anguished shout came from his lungs... his brown, fleshy hose again
spewed its load into the girl's belly, only this time it pumped in staccato
bursts into her hungry, receptive young cunt, filling it completely and oozing
whitely out onto the arm of the chair. Sandy's pussy-lips milked every drop of
the hotly jerking sperm from the huge shaft, sucking the warm viscous liquid
deep up into her hungrily absorbing young belly.
Neil had now crawled up behind the nakedly quivering blonde and grabbed
the soft flesh of her buttocks, turning her wetly glistening cunt back up at an
even more acute angle. Chris felt one hand slip away from her ass for an
instant, and then it was spreading the soft pliable lips of her pussy. Neil
looked down at his massively throbbing cock poised just an inch from the white
girl's hot little cunt. Then, never taking his eyes off his rigid staff, he
watched as his painfully aching cock moved closer and closer to the moistly
quivering opening.
Sandy, only partially recovered from her wild fucking session, had swung
her long legs around and was sitting, enraptured, on the edge of the chair.
Jose was sitting behind her unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the
girl's bare white shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped down onto her
flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down to the upthrusting swell of her warm,
naked breast.
Neil eased forward now onto the young body of the girl on her hands and
knees, his eagerly pulsating cock first touching, then slowly slipping into her
tight little pussy, parting the soft pubic fluff with the hard shaft of his
mighty organ. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close
tightly over the bulbous head of his cock as he held it there, immobile, just
barely in her clasping cunt, rocking it in and out, teasing her and
intensifying the uncontrollable desire in her wantonly writhing body.
My God! What a tight pussy! He couldn't believe how good it felt as his
strong muscular walls wetly gripped his aching cock like a clenched fist,
pulling him deeper and deeper into her hungrily sucking cuntal depths.
He kept his rigidly long cock there for several minutes, only an inch or
two of it nestled in the moist tightness of her cuntal hole, rocking it in and
out, driving the naked white girl on her hands and knees insane with his
rhythmic, insistent strokes. The walls of her pussy seemed to have come alive;
they were throbbing, pulsing, grabbing at this invading maleness desperately
trying to pull its long length into her shamelessly aroused hole.
"Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck me, oh, please, fuck
me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Chris suddenly groaned, her brain spinning wildly
from the combined effects of the marijuana and the tormenting probes of his
huge fleshy staff skewering into her from behind.
The young blonde's lewd entreaty acted as a goad to the perspiring
Mexican, and suddenly nothing counted except his pleasure-giving cock rammed up
deep inside her starving hole. With a quick, smooth snap of his hips, Neil sent
his long cock to the hilt in her cunt, slamming his loins forward until his
balls slapped between her thighs. Chris screamed out, an animal cry of
pleasure and pain, and then uttered a long, low moan of anguished relief as he
began to thrust in and out with a pounding, savage rhythm, with each instroke
ramming deeper and deeper in her wildly rippling belly. Her whole body jerked
and squirmed in an obscene abandonment, a constant cry escaped from her
half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive, savage lust as madly raging
desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down her smooth naked
thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the brown man was beginning to
shed where their legs ground together.
"Oh yes, Harder!" she yelled loudly. "Stick it in me hard and deep."
The tortured girl was mindless of Jose and Sandy watching and had long
since forgotten the other men. The brunette roommate was mesmerized at Chris'
sudden change from a nice girl to a wanton whore, and she could feel rebirth of
sexual excitement in her own loins. Both she and Jose were standing now, close
by the wildly pumping figures of the muscular Neil and the shamelessly aroused
blonde.
"Harder, fuck harder," Chris screamed again, her voice almost
inarticulate through her lust-constricted throat.
Neil had never seen anything like it in his life. This little whore was
so hot she was about to explode. God, they didn't have whores like this in
Mexico. "You asked for it, baby. Here it comes," he groaned and grabbed the
fleshy curve of her pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, causing her to
cry out shrilly as she was deeply and completely skewered now on his long, hard
spear. He could feel the raw smooth flesh of her pussy tightly clenching and
unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking hotly on the long
brown length of his cock. The young girl's breasts were mashed against the
mattress, her buttocks waving obscenely in the air behind her, her eyes and
nostrils flaring wide like those of a crazed animal.
Neil reached under her and lifted her bodily off the mattress as he
pushed back hard against her, forcing every steel-hard inch of his shaft deeper
and deeper up into her belly. Jose and Sandy drew even closer, only a few feet
away now, and even the other men had moved up -- including, though she didn't
know it, the latest addition to the spectators, Sandy. The hot eyes of their
audience were wide with astonishment as they both watched the long glistening
shaft of Neil's huge cock slither in and out of the naked blonde's tightly
clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke until only the
lust-swollen tip remained encased in the hot, moist sheath, then ramming it
home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-matted pelvis ground
tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks.
"Let her have it!" cried Jose caught up in the lascivious excitement of
the moment, fighting the painful hardness welling in his loins as he stood,
naked, by the bed. His arms was around Sandy's slender waist, and she, too,
seemed almost ready to go out of her mind herself as she watched the man's
hardened cock fuck in and out of her best friend's cunt. Suddenly she yelled,
"Fuck her good, Neil! Stick it all the way up. She loves it!"
Chris knew she was rapidly nearing the first orgasm she'd ever really
had, and she wanted more, more! This was incredible... she'd never experienced
anything like this in all her life! She was dazed by the flashing colors that
seemed to explode across her brain, by the high-voltage blasts of electric
passion shooting through her body like blast from a shotgun. Suddenly, this was
the way she wanted it... wicked and perverted, the filthier and more lurid the
better! "Oh! That's it! Oh, yes, baby, fuck me!"
Her wildly gyrating buttocks swung from side to side in an uncontrollable
savage passion as his powerful brown arms -- muscles bunched and rippling under
the tawny skin -- pulled her writhing ass harder and harder against his
nearly-bursting, lust-inflamed prick.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaa! I'm cumming," Chris suddenly screamed. Neil
didn't slow his powerfully deep strokes for even a second; instead, he rammed
each long probe to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a
millimeter was left outside the naked white girl's sucking cunt. Her body
arched, her nakedly gleaming white ass went high in the air as she pushed up
and back against her brown lover. She shrieked like an animal gone mad as her
orgasm continued to build in intensity. The impaled young girl convulsed,
quivering all over as her orgasmic juices flooded his cock and testicles,
flowing wetly out of her tightly clenched young cuntal lips down her smooth
inner thighs.
Neil knew this was the end; he couldn't hold back the painful tide in his
loins any longer. His long fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her
buttocks as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more and
more vicious, faster and faster... deeper and deeper.
"Ooooohhh... ooohhhhh... oooohhhh!" Chris punctuated his every thrust
with a soulful cry, grinding her upturned ass back against his brown loins.
Then, with a loud, relieved grunt, the wildly throbbing cock exploded inside
the impaled hips of the wildly drugged young girl, filling her belly with his
hot torrents of cum, shooting it far, far up into her open and receptive womb.
Again and again and again his long, rigidly pulsating rod emptied itself with
spasmodic jerks up into her wetly clasping and sucking hole. Then, after a
seeming eternity... with a pained grunt, his already deflating cock slipped
from her tightly clenching cuntal grip, and she fell forward on her face, still
shivering and squirming lewdly from his frenzied assault... the only sound in
the room was the gasing wheeze hissing out of Chris' naked chest as she fought
to regain her breath, and a low groan from the shamelessly aroused Sandy as her
hand closed over the long, throbbing length of Jose's cock and began to caress
it lovingly.
* * *
A broad, revengeful smirk burst out over Margaret Sorenson's
tear-streaked face as she peered out from behind her living room lace curtain
to see two squad cars pulling up to the curb outside of her apartment building.
And perfect timing, too, for only five minutes before she'd watched, from her
fire escape perch, Roger collecting the money from two Mexican men after the
other men had left in a scurry, leaving behind them a lust-ridden scene of
empty liquor bottles and stained mattresses. If her guess was right, Roger
should be paying those two nymphomaniac whores about now, sneered Margaret, her
arms crossed over her heaving bosom, heavy with sorrow and misgivings of an
ended love affair.
She stepped back into the shadows and pulled her bathrobe tight around
her body, a streak of the flooding street lights playing over her blonde hair.
A deep, breathy sigh broke from her chest in a pained tingle of hate and love.
It was over with now -- the illusions, the hopes, the confusion of loving
someone who never cared except for what he could get, she reassured herself.
Sandor had never liked Roger anyway; he would turn over in his grave if he knew
how she'd let her landlord control her life for the past month. Ordering her
to... to have oral love with him, she remembered with a pang of self-loathing,
and never returning the affection. And opening her mail, that had to be
against the law, too.
The curtain dropped from her clutching fingers and the lonely widow
padded for the kitchen for a glass of sherry.
Turning toward the shadows, she stared for a silent moment at the black
box lurking in the darkness and reached down to turn the knob, a habit born of
loneliness. No, she changed her mind. Johnny Carson was already over with, but
there would always be tomorrow night and the night after that, and the night
after that. There would be many tomorrows until she left for Sweden, she
realized.
Roger would have used her until she was old and poor. It was better this
way, she sighed, opening the cupboard door and reaching for the sherry bottle.
A scuffle in the street below and the angry murmur of a man in bonds made
Margaret raise her head, set down the bottle and shuffle to the window. There
below, in the street below she saw the police bodily throw a man into the
backseat of the squad car, two young looking girls, one crying, the other stoic
and stumbling, joined the other policeman in a waiting car.
Sardonically, Margaret raised her hand to salute the scene below, waving
good-bye to the end of her troubles.
