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Chapter 30
As I drive to the pub where it all went wrong I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I am hoping that there will be CCTV coverage of what happened that night, but I’m terrified of what I may discover. I’m not sure what will be worse, finding out that Chrissie has been my enemy for many years when I have thought she was a dear friend, or finding out that you are truly innocent and I have sent you to hell. But what if the landlord does not have any footage of what happened? How will I ever know what really happened? That thought scares the hell out of me. I am tired of being in torment over what happened and desperately want an end to it. Whatever I find out I hope that it will enable me to move on with my life.
Parking the car in a side road I walk to the pub with Dennis by my side. I have allowed him to accompany me unfettered as I know that his desire to help his friend is stronger than his desire to be free. Unlike me, he has been faithful to you, believing in you, while my belief disappeared at the first hurdle. I’m also conscious of the fact that I might need his brute strength if the landlord is not willing to hand over the tape, if there is one, to me, and for that he will need to have freedom of movement. Although Dennis doesn’t know it I have made a promise to myself that if your innocence is proved, I will do my best to try and purchase him from his owner so that I may have you both.
As the pub is not yet open for business, it still being early in the day, it takes a while to rouse the landlord. While we are waiting Dennis has a quick look around the outside of the pub and notices the camera at the top of the fire exit staircase, confirming that there should indeed be footage of what happened, assuming of course that it has not been destroyed.
The landlord, when he answers the door, does not recognise me. It seems that what was a major event in my life was just another night of no importance in his. When I tell him why I am there he is surprised that I want to try and prove the innocence of a mere slave. Following him to his office I explain why it is so important to me that I find out what really happened.
‘Please, would you look through your videos to see if you still have footage of that night? You have no idea how grateful I would be.’
With a sly grin on his face he says ‘just how grateful would you be?’
Taken aback by the smirk on his face and the loaded question I don’t know how to respond.
‘Well come on Missy, it ‘aint that difficult a question. Just how grateful would you be to me if I still have the CCTV video footage for that night?’
Rather stupidly I reply ‘I don’t know what you mean’, when actually I know exactly what he means. He expects some sort of sexual favour in return for the video. Looking at the fat little man, in his grubby vest and tatty jogging bottoms I feel repulsed. God knows when the last time his body saw soap and water was!
He laughs as my expression clearly displays my feelings.
‘Well I guess you really do know what I mean honey. I know I aint no oil painting and freebies don’t come my way that often, so a guys gotta take what he can. Now I’m sure we can come to an agreement. I do have what you want, and if you’re prepared to give me what I want then I’m sure we’ll both be happy!’
‘How do I know that you really have the video?’
‘Trust me sweet pea, I have it. In fact I’ve watched it many times. You’d be surprised how many couples go out onto the fire escape to fuck. I’ve got the videos of all of them. It’s like having my own little porn show.’
Stunned that he’s watched it again and again and never taken it to the police as evidence I ask him what happened.
‘Honey, if you wanna know what happened between your slave and that woman then you’re gonna have to show me your gratitude first. I sure as hell aint gonna tell you what happened until you give me a fucking great big smile of pleasure on my face!’
Desperately trying to avoid having to have any sort of physical contact with him I try and bargain my way out of it.
‘Look Mr…uh I can offer you my slave here. He’s really good at blow jobs and will do anything you want…..’
While Dennis looks disgusted that I’m offering him to this vile man he makes no protest. It wouldn’t be the first time he has had to pleasure another man.
‘Listen lady, I aint no faggot. I don’t want a fucking B J off a guy. I wanna feel those lovely lips of yours kissing my cock and I wanna feel my cock inside your hot tight pussy. Now what’s it to be, you want this video or not?’
‘Of course I want it! But you must prove you have the video and let me see it before I make any bargain with you.’
‘Ok, fair enough. But don’t think about tryin’ nuthin funny like getting your goon here to attack me, ‘cos this room is also on camera and being watched right this minute by my security guys.’
Shit! The thought had crossed my mind to get Dennis to knock out the greasy fat fuck once he had produced the video but strong as he was I knew he would be no match for several beefy bouncers. And the last thing I wanted was for us to both end up in trouble like you. I knew there was no way out but to let the disgusting pot bellied porker have his way. The knowledge that a bunch of guys would also watch and record my humiliation for future viewing made me feel sick to my stomach. But I realised I had little choice if I wanted to find out the truth. I just hoped to God that you were innocent, because if I let myself be abused and afterwrds found out that you were indeed guilty of the crime you were being punished for then I would want to kill myself.
The landlord made a call and within minutes a heavily muscled giant of a man entered the room holding a video. I knew then, for definite, that there was no way Dennis could win any fight. I could even see the defeat in his eyes as he weighed up the man in front of him, judging whether he had any chance of winning a brawl. He lowered his head in shame as he realised that he could not help me, I would have to endure what was about to happen, while he helplessly watched, his promise to you, his friend, to look after me broken so quickly.
To prove the video was of you and Chrissie on the fire escape he slotted the tape into an ancient video player that looked as if it might chew the video and render it worthless. He obviously hadn’t entered the 21st century and discovered dvd’s. I was allowed to watch the video as far as you and Chrissie opening the door and standing at the top of the fire escape.
‘Well is that your slave and your friend?’
As fear and excitement rise in me as I realise that soon I will know the truth of what happened I can’t answer him immediately. Dennis answers for me ‘ja that is Roy, her slave.’
Grinning slyly like a cat that’s got the cream he pulls his jogging bottoms down to his knees and says ‘come on then cock sucker. You want your prize, come to Daddy and earn it. And do it like you mean it, cos if you don’t put the effort in to my satisfaction then Kevin here is gonna rip the tape apart and you aint ever gonna know the answer.’
Fighting back the bile in my throat I beg him to be allowed to be alone with him to do it. He just laughs and it seems to delight him knowing that I feel so humiliated performing in front of others.
Slowly I drop to my knees in front of him, repulsed by the stains and smell of his unwashed boxer shorts. Tentatively, I hook my fingers round the waistband of his shorts to pull them down.
‘I don’t think so honey’ he laughed ‘use your teeth.’
Reluctantly I let go and instead move closer so that I can use my teeth to pull them down to his knees. As the boxers are pulled down his cock springs free and hits me in the face making me flinch involuntarily. I know that I must keep control of my disgust because he has already warned me that if I fail to satisfy him I won’t get the tape. As I take his cock into my mouth I try to smile, as if in pleasure, but find it difficult when I immediately taste the dried and stale fluids on his cock from another woman. In my mind I wonder how on earth he managed to get another woman to fuck him but then remember that in this part of town there are plenty of whores plying their trade on street corners for all the ships that stop in the port.
Under his explicit directions I glide my tongue over his cock and balls, stopping to suck greedily on his balls as if they are my favourite boiled sweets. Teasing his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue seems to go on forever as I dare not let him cum too soon. I wasn’t sure how long I could continue to pretend that I was enjoying myself, although after the first minute or so when I had licked away the taste of the other woman his cock at least became less disgusting in my mouth. I want to pretend that I’m pleasuring you, to try and block out this vile man who has his sausage like fingers gripping my hair, forcing my head back and forth while he fucks my mouth, but I’m scared that if I think of you then forever in my mind I will think of him when I am with you. If I am ever with you again….
Just before he spurts his cum into my mouth he instructs me that I must not swallow it, but let it sit on my tongue and savour the taste of it. He then pulls back so that his cock is just in front of my face and pumps his semen into my open mouth and all over my face. I feel completely violated and humiliated, and think that this is how female slaves must feel every time their Master abuses them. Forcing a smile onto my face I wipe the cum from my face with my fingers and put my tongue out to lick them clean. This seems to make him happy and he grins like a schoolboy whose just had his first wank as he forces my head back, mouth still open to ‘smile’ for the CCTV camera. I desperately want to cry but I’m so close to getting the tape I smile harder for the camera to show what a good time I’m having. Although my ordeal isn’t over I know that the next part will be easy compared to what I have just been through.
Although as I bend over the office desk with my legs wide apart, tied to the legs of the table and my dress hitched up round my waist I have no idea of the pain about to come. My legs tremble with the strain of being forced so wide apart. The clock on the wall ticks round to a full half hour while I lay across the desk with nothing happening. The landlord is obviously no stud, it takes him ages to get another erection. Dennis tries to intervene but is told in no uncertain terms that if he interrupts again or gets in the way then the deal is off. I must lie there until the landlord is ready to violate me.
Eventually I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and the weight of his sweaty body on my back as he leans over me. He doesn’t bother to make me wet to make it easier for him to enter me. He just fumbles around trying to get his cock into my tight and dry pussy. All of a sudden he decides to use a different tactic. He pulls his hips backwards and thrusts himself violently forwards into me. I can’t help but scream in agony as his cock hammers its way into my anus. He seems surprised to have missed my pussy but must have liked the tightness of my arse because after a brief pause he bucks like a rabbit, pounding in and out. I sob begging him to stop as my insides are being torn apart, but the sound of my pleas only urges him on. Eventually he is satiated. I can feel his seed pumping into me as his hips jerk against me. He lies on top of my prone body for a while until he recovers his breath then withdraws his cock from my bleeding anus, and pulls his boxer shorts and jogging bottoms back up, not bothering to clean his blood stained cock first. I’m relieved that he isn’t expecting me to clean it with my mouth. I guess he likes walking round with the feel of shit and blood clinging to his cock.
As soon as the landlord’s heavies let Dennis go he rushes forward to release me, horrified and ashamed at what he has just witnessed and ready to take on both men. Anticipating what he intends to do, the landlord says ‘I wouldn’t if I were you. There are three more men outside who will easily overpower you. Then what will you have gained? Your Mistress will have been through all that for nothing. I’ll have you arrested, and as a slave you know what that will mean for you, and your Mistress? Well to lose control of two slaves would not go down very well with a Judge. I bet she might find herself in shackles for a while. Is that what you want huh?’
Turning to me he continues ‘and you Madame I was very disappointed that you didn’t appear to be enjoying our little fuck. We had a deal, and part of that deal was that you would show me how much you were enjoying yourself.’
White faced and feeling really sick I force myself to respond with outrage in my voice.
‘The deal was that you would fuck my pussy. You are the one who has broken the deal! How did you expect me to enjoy having my anus ripped apart! I could go to the police and report you for buggery. After all I have the evidence still inside me, and I’m sure that no doctor, once he has seen the damage you have done, would agree that it was consensual. You could go to gaol for a very long time you bastard!’
‘Hmmm, well aren’t you a fiery little tiger! Of course you do realise that I could always make you disappear?’
Shocked at something I hadn’t even considered. I’d thought it was just going to be a quick visit to pick up a tape that would hopefully bring you home to me. I’d had no idea of just what I was getting myself into. I’d been to this pub loads of times, and okay although I knew it was quite rough I’d always had a good time here and had no inkling of anything sinister going on.
Seeing the look of horror and fear on my face he laughs.
‘Don’t look so worried honey. We had a deal and I won’t go back on that. I apologise for fucking your arse, but I’m afraid I enjoyed it too much to stop. But as that wasn’t part of the deal I will forgive you for not moaning with pleasure. The tape is yours.’
Surprisingly, considering what he had just put me through the landlord allows me to use the bathroom to clean myself. By the time I return to his office Dennis is in possession of the tape. Although desperate to watch it I don’t want to spend a minute longer than necessary in the pub. I will have to wait until I get home to see it. With as much dignity as I can muster I walk out of the pub holding onto Dennis’ arm, gritting my teeth against the pain still burning in my anus.
I knew that there was no way I would be able to sit comfortably in the car to drive home but was reluctant to leave the car where it was and hail a taxi, as I knew that at some point I would have to return to pick it up, and I never wanted to see the pub again for the rest of my life. While I hesitate Dennis gently takes the car keys from me and guides me to lie down on the back seat. Then climbing into the driving seat he drives me home.
Once there I down a couple of painkillers and force myself to have a shower to scrub myself clean of that disgusting animal before I watch the video that could alter the future for three people. I’m desperate to know the answer, but also terrified and feel the need to torture myself by delaying watching it.
Eventually, knowing I can’t put the moment off any longer I step out of the shower and change into clean clothes. Dennis is waiting for me in the living room ready to insert the video into the player that he has found stored in the garage. I’m grateful that I hoard things ‘just incase they come in useful one day’. If I’d thrown away my old video player I would have been frantic now trying to find someone who still had one.
Gingerly I sit on the sofa with Dennis on the floor by my feet ready to find out the truth……….
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