Chapter #12
The fat white skinned tub waddled to her and began to slobber over
her breasts. She was discussed, in her former life she would not
even shit on this disgusting oaf. She started to pull back from
him but the consequences stopped her. She clutched him to her
breast and waited for the slobbering to abate.
"What's a matter honey?? Don't you love me?? You want me to get
another whore?? The man said that you would give me complete
satisfaction or I could get someone else."
Her collar tingled and she remembered that she was not in her
former life. She had better forget her disgust and get to this
man and get it done to his satisfaction. Nothing less would
be tolerated.
"No sweaty. I was just overwhelmed by you. Their is soo much of
you for a little girl like me." She reached down and took his small
flaccid prick in her hands and began to rub the slimy thing.
<"Maybe I can get him off just like this." she hoped>
He smiled and sucked her painted nipples. In spite of herself she
began to get aroused. Her nipples hardened, and his pudgy fingers
moved up and down her denuded slit. This awakened her clit. In
spite of her reservations even this fat pig was getting to her.
He broke away from her, got on his hands and knees
facing away from her and presented her with his fat white
ass cheeks. "Let's get on with it bitch, before I blow my
wad all over you. I know you don't get me off before you get
to get a taste my sweet ass hole. HA HA" he said.
Peering into the dank, smelly crack, she tried to prepare herself
to .... lick this tub to an orgasm. It was bad enough for her that
she was compelled to be in a same room with him. To be naked,
but to be his sex toy. To be subservient to this disgusting hulk...
Reluctantly she spread the fat cheeks of his ass with her hands and
stuck out her tongue. She held her breath to keep from throwing up
and began her onerous task.
"Up and down. Up and down. Bitch." The tub ordered.
As she had surrendered what did it matter? She obeyed. She even
lingered over the ultimate target, his ass hole. If she got it
teased enough she might just get him off without... She dropped
her hand from his ass cheeks and fished for his dick. She found
it. Wedging her face in his ass she lowered her other hands to
his balls. She fondled the dick and tugged gently on the balls.
This had the desired result. The fat cheeks quivered against her
face and the balls generated the desired fluid. The dick spat
it's load into the sheet below him while the wale bellowed and
shook in his pleasure.
He bellowed announced that she had succeeded. She had got
him off. Whores do that... and now she was to be spared the
humiliating taste of sucking of this disgusting ass as he had
wanted of her.
He turned to her with a flaccid greasy dick. and admonished her,
"I came too soon. Suck my ass again and get it right this time.
I paid for an ass reaming with your tongue and I am going to
get just that. All the whore tricks in the world are great but
I am going to have what I paid for too. You want to throw in
a free hand job.... Fine with me Now do what I want WHORE!"
She was horrified. Her big scam ... her whores trick... went all
for naught.
With out another word, he turned around and she had to start
again on his ass all over again. She looked at her customers
disgusting ass and knew what she had to do it again... and from
now on she would do only what was required..
"No teasing this time. French kiss that ass hole and show some
enthusiasm. You are a whore aren't you??" he ordered.
She hated it, but he was right. To him she was just a whore and
he had paid for her. He wanted his money's worth and she had to
give him satisfaction or suffer the consequences. She stabbed her
precious tongue into the neither hole and began her task again.
She again pried his ass cheeks open further to let her breath, and
she again tried to get him off but this time to give satisfaction.
As he had just come, it would take a longer time. She should
have done what was ordered the first time. They would neither
relieve her nor grant her a rest till she did the task at hand.
She knew somewhere they were watching her...
After what seemed like hours he again quivered, bellowed, and his
dick shot a thin fluid again into the sheet. She had done the deed
and given the customer more than he paid for. she thought.
Jake came and took her out of the room. They went to an empty
room alone. He made her stand with her legs wide apart. He took
a riding crop from his belt and using upper cuts up between her
spread legs while she screamed told her,
"Do what the customer wants. Nothing extra. We give away the
free bees. You just provide what we order up. You got it??"
After five cuts Jake stopped and said,
"Next time I wont be soo gentle."
With her cunt sting he brought her back to the display table
and she spent the rest of the night with her ankles chained by
her ears, displaying her aching slit by prying open her pussy
lips for all to see.
The customers were waning and none required her sore cunt
the rest of that night.
When the last of the customers left she was released from the
table and taken, hobbling, to a small cell in the back of the
barn. Her hands were fastened behind her back, she was forced
face down and chained by her collar to a hasp in the floor. There
she was left with a sore whores cunt to sleep for the remainder of
the night.
This was her night time as a sex slave. She had experienced it.
All of it. She hated it, or did she?? Every woman really asks her
self Well she had done it. It was frightened,
terrifying, embarrassing, humiliating... but why even with a sore
whipped cunt did her little denuded pussy slit run so when she
thought over the events of the past evening?? She had survived
it.
She fell after some time into an exhausted sleep with a feeling of
horny tension, so sorry she could not get her hands to rub her little
sex bud..... and disgust at her body for needing it. What was she
really becoming? ...
