This story is about the breaking of Dr. Ann Ferret. Ann was 26 and had a doctorate in chemistry. She worked for a start up in Silicon Valley and earned over $2000 a week.
Ann could be described as intelligent smart but money stupid. She rented an apartment in a fancy singles development – swimming pool, gym, sauna, and tennis court – drove an expensive sports car, brought good clothes and jewellery and went to expensive restaurants and fitness clubs. Her high salary vanished as soon as she received it.
Physically she was reasonably attractive – not a beauty but certainly not ugly. 5 feet 3 inches, 120 pounds, long light brown hair and dark brown eyes, about a 34 26 34 figure.
She was still a virgin at 26. She wasn’t a lesbian but something about the idea of lying naked under a man turned her off. Her married girl friends and sexually active single friends told her she missing out on a source of great pleasure but she just couldn’t make herself try it.
She was willing to date occasionally. Why not? The man would buy her a good dinner and take her to an expensive show and all she had to do in return was give him a chaste goodnight kiss at her doorway. That was all Ann would do even on a second or third date. She was never asked for a fourth date and had the reputation of being cold and something of a gold digger.
Ann’s problems began when the start up went bankrupt and she couldn’t find a new job. Unemployment insurance didn’t come anywhere near meeting her outlays and she soon maxed out her credit cards. One day she noticed a shop front money lender. She checked the loan contract and smiled to herself. She knew a bit of commercial law and realized that the contract was illegal. No court would enforce it. So she borrowed $5000 with no intention of paying it back.
She made 2 payments and then stopped paying. The company sent her letters that she read and threw away. Then she started getting phone calls but she hung up as soon as they asked for money. This went on for several months while the interest mounted and mounted.
Ann liked to keep fit and enjoyed an hour’s jog in the neighbourhood park. She preferred early mornings, it was cooler and there was less traffic. Her customary jogging costume was a sweatshirt and track pants, her hair in a ponytail and a light backpack to hold her purse and a bottle of water.
She was jogging one morning and had reached an isolated section of the park when she noticed two black men jogging toward her. She gave them a friendly wave as they approached and moved to the side of the track so they could pass her. But, as they passed, one of them grabbed her ponytail and the other pulled out a large hunting knife.
“Just be quiet and you won’t get your throat cut.”
They searched her backpack, found her wallet, and looked at her driver’s license.
“It says Ann Ferret – that’s the right name and address. Our Boss wants to talk to you about the money you owe him.”
One of the men made a quick cell phone call “Come and pick us up” and a van soon arrived. It had no windows in the side or back. The two men made her climb in back and lie on her stomach on the floor. They tied her hands behind her, gagged her with duct tape and slipped a cloth hood over her head.
The van drove around for what she guessed was 30 minutes. When she was finally released, she was inside a garage and had no idea of her location. The men each took an arm and walked her up a hallway and forced her into a room. There was a middle aged, well-dressed white man sitting at a desk. He looked like an ordinary businessman.
“Ah yes. You are Dr Ann Ferret?”
“Who are you? You’ve no right to kidnap me!”
One of her guards twisted her arm up her back.
“Answer yes or no. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“OW! Let me go!”
Her other arm was twisted.
“Answer yes or no. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“Yes, now let me go!”
Both arms were twisted higher.
“You are only allowed to say Yes or No. Nothing else. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“Yes.”
Her arms were released.
The man at the desk (the Boss) showed her the loan contract.
“Did you sign this?”
“Yes and the contract is illegal and no court will enforce it!”
Both her arms were twisted.
“I told you that you are only allowed to say yes or no. Be careful not to annoy me.”
“Did you sign these?”
“Yes.”
Her arms were released.
“You’ve been out of work for 6 months. Do you have any job offers?”
“No.”
“Your debt is now up to 20 thousand dollars. Can you pay it?”
“No.”
“Hmm, an attractive young woman can always make money. Take off your clothes and show us what you have to offer.”
“No way! That’s an outrageous demand and I won’t do it!”
“Take her away and convince her.”
Her two guards pulled her to another room where her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and a rope was hooked to the handcuffs. Pulling on the rope raised her arms behind her back so that she was soon standing on tiptoes. She did a lot of screaming while the guards leaned against the wall casually smoking. The screams turned to pleas that the guards ignored. Finally the pleas turned to moans and sobs. Then the guards moved.
One guard covered her mouth with a large hand; the other squeezed her nose shut.
When she was allowed to breathe , a guard said “30 seconds” and her nose was closed again.
When she was allowed air, she heard “45 seconds”, followed by a still long interval of no air, followed by another release “60 seconds”.
When they reached “90 seconds”, the guard added, “You’re starting to turn blue. Do you want to try for 120 seconds?”
She shook her head.
Her breasts were making bulges in her sweatshirt. The guard put his hands on top of the bulges and said, “You are not allowed to speak. Push against my hand to say yes. Swing you hips to say no. Now say yes.”
She pushed her breasts against his hands and was told “Harder. That wasn’t convincing.”
She tried again and the hand over her mouth was removed.
“Remember, don’t speak and you can only say yes or no by using body language. Do you understand?”
She pushed her breasts hard against the hands.
“When we take you back to the Boss, he will give orders which you must obey. Understood?”
She signalled yes.
“No protests, no tears, no hesitation. Complete obedience. Understood?”
She signalled yes again.
“No talking unless asked a direct question. And then only reply yes or no. Understood?”
She pressed her breasts against his hands.
“Be warned, break any of the rules and you’ll be back here getting a beating. It will be much more painful than what we did. Are you ready to go back and strip for the Boss?”
She signalled yes.
She was let down and the handcuffs removed. The guards took her to a different room. She found herself on a small stage about 3 feet above floor level. There was a circle painted on the stage and an open box in one rear corner.
The Boss was sitting in front of the stage and there were 2 white men with him. The guards took her to the circle, told her to stand there and then they joined the 3 men in the audience. All the men except the Boss were young and healthy. Most of them were over 6 feet tall and looked very strong. She was facing what could have been part of a college football team.
The Boss began to speak.
“You will stand in the circle and I will tell you to remove one item of clothing. You will then carry it back to the box and come back to the circle. This will end with you standing stark naked in the circle. I will then give you orders to display yourself so that we can examine all your body – you will be allowed no secrets and no modesty.”
“After the display, the boys will feel you up.”
“Remember, no refusal, no tears, no protests. Any disobedience and you will learn what its like to be beaten with a leather strap.”
“Begin by removing one shoe and taking it to the box.”
She removed a shoe and took it to the box behind her.
She was soon barefoot and received the first of the orders she was dreading.
“Take off your sweatshirt.”
When it was off, she was told, “Too fast, put it back on and take it off slowly and seductively. You are trying to excite us.”
She put it back on and then slowly pulled the bottom up over her bra making sure that she arched her body as she removed the shirt.
“Ok – that’s a start. Take it back to the box and come back to the circle.”
“Now take off your track pants. Slowly!”
She did as she was told and was standing before them wearing only panties and bra. They had been chosen for jogging and were plain white. Not sexy but not what she wanted to wear in front of 5 strange men.
“Are you a virgin?”
She blushed and replied, “Yes.”
“You’ll have to prove it later and will be punished if you lied. Now take off your bra and drop it on the floor.”
She slowly unhooked it and let it fall to her feet.
“Get down on your hands and knees, pick it up with your teeth, then stand up, put your hands behind your back, and carry it in your teeth to the box.”
When she had dropped her bra in the box, she was told, “Keep your hands behind your back, face us, and walk back slowly. Try to make your breasts shake as you walk.”
She complied and stood, trembling a little in the circle, wearing nothing but thin white panties.
“Slowly take off your panties. Let them fall to the floor. Kneel, pick them up in your teeth and crawl to the box on your hands and knees.”
She started to crawl.
“Slower and spread your legs. Your knees are too close together. Remember, no modesty allowed.”
She reached the box and let her panties fall into it.
“Now stand up, raise your hands over your head, palms together, and walk back to the circle.”
She bit her lips to keep from sobbing and obeyed.
“That wasn’t sexy enough, crawl back and when you reach the box stand up and repeat the walk, this time swinging your hips.”
She wanted to protest and cry but she knew that would only result in more pain. So she obeyed – reluctantly – but she did as she was told.
When she was back in the circle, the Boss said:
“Hands behind your back and spread your legs. Wider – shoulder wide – remember no modesty allowed. Listen carefully. You are to pretend you are working in a strip club. There are 20 or 30 men looking at your naked body. Any man can rent you, $20 for 20 minutes using any of your holes – pussy or ass or mouth. You have a quota of $200 per shift and if you don’t make it, your pimp will beat you. The club is closing soon and you’ve only made $180. You want one of us to rent you. Display yourself and move around the stage as erotically as you can.”
Poor Ann was desperately controlling her urge to scream or cry or cover herself. But she remembered the pain in her shoulders and knew that giving way to her panic would just make things worse. There was something to be said for being trained as a chemist – working around things that could go BOOM was good training in controlling fear and avoiding panic.
But she wasn’t sure what was required. She’d never been in a strip club and never seen a naked woman try to arouse a man. The she remembered the words “no secrets, no modesty, all your holes pussy or ass or mouth.”
She put her hands behind her neck and took a deep breath to make her breasts stand out. Then she bent backwards trying to bring her pussy into view. She slowly straightened up and turned around and bent forwards to display her ass. Next she began to walk around the stage shaking her hips and breasts. The men began giving her orders.
“Put your hands under your tits. Now hold your tits out to us. Offer them to us!”
“Run your palms down your sides – pretend a man is stroking you.”
“Run the fingers of one hand through your bush and down to your pussy lips.”
“Now use the other hand to play with your tits. Play with your nipples. Try to get them erect!”
“Lie down on your back, spread your legs and play with your self.”
“Pretend there is a man on top of you. Move your hips and legs!”
“Get on your knees, hands behind your neck, crawl to the circle.”
“Stand up, hands behind your neck, legs spread.”
The men had a conversation – loud enough for her to follow.
“Not too bad for a beginner – her pimp can train her. But I think nipple rings with bells hanging from them would make her performance much better.”
“True, but her bush is too sloppy. She doesn’t even trim it.”
“Maybe shave her and put in a clit ring?”
“How about a collar and cuff her hands to it? Keep her fully exposed and unable to protect herself?”
Finally, the Boss told her: “Sit on the edge of the stage. Lie down with your hips over the edge. Now raise your knees. Pull them back toward your breasts. Wrap your arms under your knees and pull them way up.”
She lay there with her knees up and felt fingers spreading her pussy lips.
“Get the flashlight over here. Yes, I can see her cherry – it hasn’t been popped. Anyone else want to look?”
She felt more fingers on her pussy lips. Then the fingers were inside her and touching her clit.
“She’s tight and dry. Needs loosening up.”
The Boss told her to let her knees down and get off the stage. The Boss was still sitting but the other four men had formed a line across the room.
“Go to the man on the far left. Stand in front of him with your legs wide apart and your hands behind your neck. Don’t speak and don’t move out of that position unless told to move.”
The man began to run his hands over her. He started by stroking her hair, then down her cheeks to her neck and down to her breasts. He ran his hands over both breasts and gently played with her nipples. Then one hand went behind her back and began running down her spine. The other hand moved down her side to her hip, then back up over her stomach and down the other side. He ran both hands down her legs to her knees and then up along the inside of her thighs. He finished his exploration by putting a finger inside her pussy and playing with her clit. His free hand was stroking her nipples.
He took his hands away and told her “Turn around so your back is toward me.”
When she did that, he put one arm around her so that he was holding a breast and slipped his other hand between her legs so that her sex was cupped in his palm and his fingers were in her bush. There was a flash of light and someone said, “Nice shot – it will look good on the net.”
She was released and told to go to the next man and assume the same position. He repeated the exploration, but when he had his finger inside her, he used his free hand to pull her against him. He gave her a long, lingering kiss full on her mouth and then moved his kisses down her neck to her breasts. He licked and kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples while he rubbed her clit.
“She’s still dry. Maybe she doesn’t like tenderness. Go to the next man.”
The third man repeated the exploration but finished by working two fingers into her pussy.
He warned her “Remember, don’t make a sound!” and then used his free hand to abuse her breasts. He pinched her tender flesh, pulled and twisted her nipples, cupped his hands around her breast and squeezed hard.
“She’s still dry. Go to the next man.”
The fourth man told her, “Lower your hands but keep them behind your back.”
“Ok, cuff her and hold her.”
Handcuffs were fitted over her wrists and the third man stood behind her, holding her upper arms.
The fourth man said, “You can scream all you want.”
The fourth man slapped her face hard on both cheeks. He followed that by slapping her breasts, right, left, right, left … until they turned red. It must have hurt, she was screaming and crying.
He sat down and she was positioned face down across his lap. This allowed him to spank her ass but he complained that his hand was beginning to ache.
“Anyone have a leather strap?”
He was handed a strip of leather about a food long and half an inch wide. Applying this to her ass produced more screams and pleas for mercy.
The order “spread her legs” resulted in hands grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs wide apart – almost at right angles to her body. The strap applied to her inner thighs and pussy lips resulted in even louder screams and wild sobbing.
When the beating was finished, she was dumped on the floor and allowed to lie there sobbing. Her rest break was terminated by a kick in the hips and a command to get on her knees. She was slow to respond but a hand in her hair pulled her to her knees facing the fourth man. He had his pants unzipped and his cock out.
“Open your mouth and suck it!”
She hesitated and he flicked the strap against her nipple. “Do you want another pussy whipping?”
She opened her mouth and was told “wider and don’t even think about biting. Unless you want us to pull some of your teeth with a pair of pliers.”
His cock went into her wide-open mouth; he grabbed her hair on both sides of her head and ran it along his cock. “Shape your lips so they rub my cock. And use your tongue.”
He kept her head moving slowly back and forth, burying her nose in his crotch at one end and barely keeping the tip of his cock in her lips at the other end. When he came, his cock was deep in her mouth and she had to swallow his cum.
“You’re learning, slut. Stay on your knees and crawl to the next man.”
This one was standing and had dropped his pants so he was naked from the waist down.
“This time you do the work. Begin by licking and kissing my cock.”
She bent forward and started by kissing the base of his shaft, working up until she was kissing the tip. Then she began to lick.
“Lick slower and do the whole length. To the base and back. When you’re back to the tip, put it between your lips.”
“Now move your head so it slides all the way in and almost out again. Never let it get all the way out.”
She did as she was told and also kept her tongue touching the shaft as it slid in and out.
Since she was doing the work, the man was free to use his hands to fondle her breasts. He wasn’t gentle; he squeezed them in rhythm with her head strokes. When he felt himself coming, he told her “Be sure to swallow it all.”
“All right, crawl to the third man.”
This one was also standing without pants.
“Begin by licking and kissing my balls, then work on my cock. You know how to do that.
She spent some time working over his sack and then went on to work his cock. When it was rigid and swollen, she took it in her mouth and ran it in and out. Eventually he came and she swallowed everything.
“Go on to the fourth man.”
When she reached him, he told her “Show us that you’ve learned how to give blow jobs. Do it slowly and properly.”
Once his cock was fully in her mouth, he took a handful of hair and bent her head back. That let him slide his cock down her throat until she started gagging. He pulled out just enough to let her breath, then thrust in again. When his cock started throbbing, all his cum went straight down her throat.
At the end, the Boss said “That’s one hole, she still has two to go. Take her away and open her up.”
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To be continued if there is enough interest.
Ann Ferret lay naked on the floor sobbing bitterly. She was a highly educated 26-year-old woman who had borrowed money with no intention of paying it back. She knew the contract was illegal and no court would enforce it.
Now she had discovered that loan sharks have other ways of enforcing contracts. She’d been forced to strip naked in front of five men without even knowing their names. Four of the men had felt her naked body and left their cum in her mouth.
Now she was lying naked at the feet of a man who had deep throated her, her hands cuffed behind her back, and heard the Boss say, “That’s one hole, she still has two to go. Take her away and open her up.”
A kick in the side got her attention.
“You heard him, stand up!”
She just lay there sobbing until a hand in her hair pulled her to her feet. Her head was pressed down to waist level of the man holding her, and she was forced out the door. As she was led down a corridor and up a flight of stairs, an occasional slap on her ass reminded her that the men had a leather strap that could cause a remarkable amount of pain without doing permanent physical damage.
She was pushed through a door that closed with an ominous click. The hand in her hair allowed her to stand up and look at one side of the room. It was a perfectly normal looking staff room, a couple of tables, plenty of chairs, a fridge, and a TV and DVD player. Then her head was twisted in the other direction – what she saw made her moan and shudder in fear - a thin, narrow mattress on the floor, rings at either end of the mattress with ropes attached to them, ropes with shackles hanging from the ceiling and whips of various lengths and materials hanging on a wall.
She was led to a table and her head forced down onto it. That brought her ass up and she sobbed, “Please, please, not anal sex!”
That brought coarse laughter from the men – “That isn’t what we have in mind right now, little slut.”
She felt something wet and cold swapping her ass cheek followed by a sharp pain as a needle was thrust deep into the muscle of her ass.
“That is a long lasting birth control drug. You won’t get knocked up or have a period for 3 months. After that, the Boss will decide whether to keep you whoring or breed you. There is a good black market in babies for adoption. Three or four babies should pay off your debt.”
That was greeted by loud screams and her whole body shook with sobs.
They held her there for a few minutes while she sobbed and begged for mercy. The position was tempting; they pulled her legs apart and played with her pussy lips and clit while she sobbed. Hands ran over her ass as yet more hands ran over her hips and the small of her back. Finally, they tired of the game and the hand in her hair forced her to walk to the wall holding the whips. Her head was released and she watched one of the men select a whip made of braided leather. It was about 6 feet long and a quarter inch in diameter. He rubbed it over her breasts and belly.
“This is a good one for our purposes. It hurts like hell but only makes a welt that goes away in a few days without leaving a scar. You really don’t want to find out how it feels on your nipples. Now walk over to the mattress and lie on your back with your legs spread.”
She trembled and moaned but obeyed. After she was on her back, she was told
“Come back and try the walk again. You forgot to swing your hips.”
Her hands being cuffed behind her made getting up awkward. She had to struggle to her knees and then push up hard with her legs. But she did get up, walked toward them providing a full frontal view of her swaying hips, and walked slowly back to the mattress while being careful to make it a sexy walk. She lay down again and spread her legs about a foot.
The four men walked over and looked down at her. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her back, she was completely exposed to their gaze.
“Spread your legs wider. Good, now stay like that while we decide which one of us is going to pop your cherry. Try to think yourself wet – it will be less painful if you aren’t dry.”
They shuffled a deck of cards and spread them face down on the flood next to her. Each man picked a card at random. The final order was 8 of spades, 10 of diamonds, 3 of diamonds and King of clubs. By chance, the 8 of spades happened to be a black man – the biggest and heaviest of the group. He wouldn’t be easy to service, even for an experienced woman.
He stripped naked and stood between her legs staring down at her. She shut her eyes but a touch of the whip on her belly made her open them.
“Take a good look at my cock. It’s going to be inside you soon.”
She stared at it wide eyed – like a field mouse staring at a hunting owl.
He knelt between her knees, lay down on top of her and positioned the tip of his cock against her pussy opening. He began to push in and grunted
“She’s tight and dry. This is going to take some time.”
He slowly pushed in until he could feel the tip of his cock touching her hymen. A sharp thrust and he was through. She had lost her virginity to a black stranger without even knowing his name. For the rest of her life, she would have to remember that her innocence had been taken by the 8 of spades.
He withdrew to let her bleed for a bit. Meantime, the other men had been playing with her legs, trying different positions. Both legs pulled sideways; one pulled sideways and the other held upright; both upright like a V; both knees back to her breasts; and both pulled way back so her ankles were over her shoulder.
They were looking for a position that would allow deep penetration and also provide a good field of view for the video camera. The entire performance was being recorded. An edited tape would sell well on Internet pay porn sites and help pay off her debt.
They settled on the right leg pulled out to the side and the left leg pulled back and up. The positions stretched her tendons and muscles and she was yelling that it hurt. The men tied her legs in those positions and joined the 8 of spades for a quick beer while they watched the blood seep from her pussy and listened to her screams.
8 of spades finished his beer, burped loudly and mounted Ann again. This time, he went deep into her, so deep that his pubic hair was touching her opening. He withdrew almost all his cock, and thrust into her again. Each thrust made her legs jerk. She was screaming. Was it from the pain in her legs or the rape? The men couldn’t tell and didn’t care, she was just a fuck toy and her screams could always be silenced with a gag.
8 of spades had good control and the earlier blowjob had removed his urgency. He kept thrusting away for perhaps 10 minutes. Then he came and, for the first time, Ann felt hot male cum spilling inside her.
Now it was time for 10 of diamonds. He thought of mounting her at once but decided to let a little cum drain out of her. When he did mount her, his first thrust was deep and rapid. His hands were around her breasts; he squeezed them hard every time he thrust into her.
He shot his seed into her and rolled off. 3 of diamonds immediately mounted Ann with no more than a few seconds delay. While he was using her, King of Clubs amused himself by rubbing his cock over her face. He was careful not to lose control – his cum was destined for her womb.
3 of diamonds finished his fuck and was immediately replaced by King of Clubs, Ann didn’t even get a small break in the endless thrusting.
King of Clubs grunted as he shot the fourth load of cum into her. Then he rolled off her naked and defiled body. None of the men had been in a hurry and all had good control. The entire gang rape had taken about an hour. The men decided to take a snack break, even young and healthy males need a rest after a blowjob and a fuck.
They left her lying on her back with her legs still tied in their painful and exposed position. It made a good view and they could watch her drain as they drank beer and ate corn chips with a bean dip. She had stopped screaming, perhaps her throat was sore, but she did let out an occasional moan or groan. Or just a meaningless “Please, Please!”
Her red-rimmed eyes had stopped leaking tears but her body still shook with quiet sobs. She had her head turned toward them, clearly wondering what they would do next. They put a straw in a can of beer, raised her head and made her drink. She was going to need the liquid to give her strength for the rest of her ordeal.
Her legs were released and the men watched her kick trying to ease the sore muscles and restore the blood flow. After a time, a hand reached down and pulled up by her nipple. She was led around the room several times, the men took turns pulling her nipple and forced her to walk and trot. The walking tour ended at a table.
She was bent over it with her head next to the edge, a hand on her back forcing her breasts hard against the wood, and her ass in the air. One of the men put on a rubber glove and poured cooking oil over a finger.
Her ass cheeks were pried open and he slid the finger deep into her shit hole.
“The oil is for us. We don’t want your tight ass rubbing our cocks raw.”
The finger was removed and she felt a cock head touching her anus. It was slowly pushed into her. The cock was much thicker than the finger and she screamed with pain. Once the cock was deep into her, the man pulled it almost all the way out and thrust into her again. Her ass hole began to stretch and that made it possible to thrust faster. She was screaming and begging.
“Please, please, stop! Please, no more, Oh God, please stop!”
The man shot his hot cum deep into her guts and removed his flaccid cock from her shit hole. He went around to her face and told her to take it in her mouth and clean it. She was helpless to refuse and had to suck her own shit off the cock that had violated her ass.
While she was cleaning the first cock, the second was entering her ass. And so it went until she had been ass raped by all four men.
Finished with the ass rape, they released her hands. She fell to the floor and curled up in the foetal position. They left her there and laughed at her as she shook with sobs and heard them discussing her.
“She seems upset. Strange, we’ve only been working her over for a few hours. She still has a lot to learn.”
“Let her cry for a bit before we start the rough stuff. We’ve at least gotten her holes open.”
She sobbed harder.
They tired of her sobbing and pulled her to her feet. Her arms were pulled up over her head and tied to one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. It was an exposed position but not painful. Her feet were on the ground and the rope had some slack so she could lower her arms about a foot and move around a bit.
One of the men picked up a long rod and touched the tip of it to her breast. She screamed, it was a form of cattle prod and had given her a bad shock. Another man picked up the whip and gave her a slash across her shoulders and another across her buttocks. Both slashes left welts and she screamed after each of them.
“We don’t like using the whip because the welts take a few days to heal. But we will use it if the shocks don’t give the results we want. Now look at the TV set.”
A remote turned on the TV and the DVD player. She heard soft music and then the set showed a picture of a naked woman. The woman started doing a Mid Eastern style belly dance.
“Watch and learn. Dance the way she is dancing. Get your belly moving and shake your breasts.”
They watched critically as she tried to do the belly dance.
“You’re out of synch with the music. Go faster.”
“More action from your belly muscles.”
“Move your shoulders – get your breasts moving.”
Each comment was accompanied by a shock.
“I think she needs more stimulus. Perhaps a bigger audience will give her incentive.”
One of the men left the room; he came back with six more men. Now there were ten men watching her dance naked. But they didn’t stop with watching; one of the men put his hand on her moving belly. She stopped in confusion but another touch of the cattle prod restarted the dance. Soon there were hands all over her – on her belly, her hips, her breast – and she had to keep up the erotic dance while the hands explored her moving body.
She was kept dancing until she was panting and gasping for breath. They let her stop and sag in the ropes for a few minutes.
“You know you are fuck meat, now you’re going to learn how it feels to be the meat in a sandwich.”
The men formed lines in front and in back of her. The man in front pushed his cock into her pussy; the man behind pushed his into her ass. She was sandwiched helplessly between the two as they pumped in and out, in and out. One came and was replaced by the next in line. The double fucking continued until each hole had been used five times.
They left her standing to drain for a few minutes. Then they untied her arms and led her back to the mattress. She was placed on her back and tied in a wide-open spread-eagled position.
She looked at them helplessly.
“Please, haven’t you done enough to me? Please let me go. I promise to pay the money.”
“Oh, you will pay the money. The only question is whether you earn it as a naked slut or a naked cum bucket. What’s the difference? A naked slut lies naked under 15 or 20 men a day, a naked cum bucket lies naked under 30 or 40 men a day.”
“You’ve only had 9 cocks in your pussy and we’ve been gentle with you. Now its time for you to find out what it means to be a naked sex toy.”
With that, the first man dropped down on to her, thrust in and did a quick and rapid fuck. The style could be described as “Ram, bang, thank you Mam”. Except that he didn’t thank her. He finished by holding her head, asking “Did you enjoy the fuck, slut?” and spitting full in her face.
That set the style. Her first gang rape had been four men in an hour; this one was ten in an hour. And all of them finished by spitting on her.
The last man dipped his fingers in the cum that was dripping out of her well used pussy and rubbed it into her bush and down the inner sides of her thighs. There was plenty of cum to distribute. They left her lying on the mattress while they had another beer.
The ten of them made a circle around her.
“This isn’t going to hurt. We won’t fuck you this time.”
A man lay down on top of her with his cock resting on her stomach. He rubbed back and forth until his cum spurted out on her belly and then he used his fingers to spread it around. He made her lick his fingers clean.
The next man straddled her chest, put his cock between her breasts, and squeezed them against his cock. He rubbed back and forth until he came and could spread his cum over her breasts.
The next two jerked off over her face. They left her with cum all over her face.
Then several more men jerked off into her hair.
By the time that all ten men had jerked off, she was covered with cum from her bush to her hair.
They untied her and pulled up.
“Time to give her something to wear.”
A steel collar was locked around her neck. It had a short cylinder in back. A 3-foot long metal rod slid through the cylinder and was locked so that 18 inches was along her left shoulder and the other 18 inches along her right shoulder. Her wrists were tied to the ends of the rod. The result was that her arms were bent at right angles with her wrists about level with her chin and 18 inches from it. The key to the collar was hung from a string around her neck and dangled between her breasts. So near and yet so far.
She was led to a full-length mirror and made to look at herself. She was completely exposed with cum and blood along her inner thighs, teeth and finger marks on her breasts and nipples, and cum on her belly, breasts, face and hair.
She had no way to cover herself and was clearly exposed as a naked female who had been well used by many energetic males.
The four original men led her back down the stairs and through the corridor to the Boss’s Office. One made a cell phone call.
“The Boss is busy. He says to keep her here until he has time to talk to her.”
…
To be continued
SENTENCED
Ann Ferret stood naked in a corridor of an office building. What was she thinking about? Well, what does a modest 26-year-old woman think about while being displayed naked to the public gaze after being gang raped?
Perhaps she was thinking about how she had gotten into this horrible mess. She’d been so clever: she needed money and a storefront loan company had offered her $5000. The contract was clearly illegal and unenforceable and she took the money with the intention of not repaying it.
Now she knew that loan sharks don’t use courts to enforce their contracts. She was wearing nothing except a steel collar. A metal rod running parallel to her shoulders was attached to the collar and her wrists were tied to each end of the rod about 18 inches from her chin. She was completely exposed and her guards kept her facing the corridor with her feet spread. The dried blood and cum on her inner thighs, the finger and bite marks on her breasts, the cum on her belly and breasts and smeared over her face and in her hair provided evidence that many men had been amusing themselves with her.
She was waiting for the Boss to tell her what more would be done to her – her rapists had left her with no doubts that she was doomed to be a whore in a brothel.
But, right now, a man was looking at her with a grin on his face. He had his cock out and her guards forced her to her knees.
“Suck it!”
She sucked, swallowed, and was pulled to her feet. A woman came by, paused, looked Ann over, slapped Ann’s face, said “Shameless slut” and walked away.
A group of three men and a woman walked past. She went down on her knees again. There were three cocks to suck and swallow while the woman snickered.
When she was back on her feet, the woman studied her body and said:
“They are keeping you busy. Don’t you find that outfit a bit chilly? Oh well, I’m sure the Boss can find enough male bodies to keep you warm.”
The office door opened and she was standing in front of the desk where the Boss was seated.
“I trust you have had an educational time. The principle and interest on your loan is twenty thousand dollars. There is also a collection fee of five thousand dollars. So you owe us 25 thousand dollars. Have you learned the folly of breaking contracts?”
“Please, no more of this. Please, please let me go – I promise to pay the money.”
“Except that we won’t let you have clothes until the loan has been paid. You can walk out of here naked and try to get a job as a checkout chick, but I don’t know of any supermarkets that employ naked clerks.”
“I think the best place for you is naked in a brothel.”
“We run many brothels. The high level ones charge $1000 an hour, the middle level ones are $100 an hour and the low level ones are $20 for 20 minutes. You don’t have the figure for a high level brothel but we could start you at a middle level.”
“The usual arrangement is that the whores are free agents. They get half the fee. So one working at the middle level earns $50 for an hour of fucking. If she works a 5-day week and fucks 30 men a week, she’ll earn $1500. It’s just like being a store clerk – she comes in, works a shift and goes home. And if we have problems with her, we just tell her not to come back.”
“But you are going to be what used to be called a white slave – these days, we call you a sex toy. When you’re fucking at the middle level, you’ll be paid $10 for each man; at the low level, you’ll earn $5 per man. You don’t actually get the money but it will be credited against your debt. If you give us problems, you will be beaten. We don’t want to mark up the merchandise. A leather strap applied to the soles of your feet or your pussy lips is very effective.”
“We’ll keep you busy and let you slide down hill from a nice middle level to the lowest of the low level dives. It should take between 6 and 8 months to pay off your debt.”
“Take her to Marge – she can start there and work down to Black House.”
INTO THE FIRE
She was led to a van and driven away. A woman and two men met her at the new House. The woman said:
“I run this House. You call me Madam. These two men are bouncers to keep the customers in order. They are also your guards. You obey them at all times and you call them Sir. You are one of their fringe benefits. They can fuck you at any time using any hole.”
“You will not be allowed clothes and will never leave the House until I send you down the line. You will fuck any man who pays for your time and you will respond. You must not lie there like a wet fish. The bouncers will teach you to move so that the man mounting you gets a good ride.”
“The girls working here charge $100 for an hour with a man. We want you to be busy so you will be our half price special - $50 for half an hour. Your will work 12 hours a day for 5 days. You have to meet a quota of 100 men a week.”
“If you meet the quota in 5 days, you get 2 days off. If you don’t make it in 5 days, then you work a sixth day. If you still haven’t made it, you work a seventh day. If you can’t fuck 100 men in seven days, then you won’t be allowed any credit for that week and nothing will be deducted from your debt.”
“Take her away and clean her up.”
The bouncers took her to a shower room and removed the collar. She stretched her arms and was told to put her hands behind her neck, under her hair with the palms touching her neck.
“Now spread your legs at least shoulder wide. That is Display position. If you’re told Display, that is what you do.”
The shower was a hand held on a flexible hose. The men wet her down from the top of her head to her toes. She was handed her a bottle of shampoo and told her to wash her hair. She was happy to get the cum out of her hair even if she had to wash while naked in front of men.
Next was a bottle of liquid soap.
“Use your hands to wash the rest of yourself. We will do your back.”
Once she was well soaped down, including her bush and between her legs, they did her back and rinsed her off.
“Display”.
“Good – now hold that position.”
They took the soap, wet their hands with it, and gave her another rubdown, paying special attention to her breasts and pubic area. They touched every square inch of her body and finished by putting a long nozzle on the shower hose and flushing out her pussy and ass.
“A towel counts as clothes so we will use a hair dryer to dry you off. Just stay in the Display position.”
She was order to walk to a table that had been fitted with stirrups like a gynaecological exam table. She lay on her back with her ankles strapped in the stirrups and her wrists tied to the table. Her legs were spread far apart.
“You have hair on your pussy lips. The customers want them clean!”
The men took hot bikini wax and spread it all over her pussy lips. She whimpered at the touch of the wax to her most delicate parts and screamed when they abruptly pulled it off and repeated the process.
“We will do that once a week.”
They used a pair of tweezers to pull hair out of her bush, paying particular attention to the sides and top. She moaned and begged them to stop but they ignored her complaints. Finished, they allowed her to get up and had her stand in Display position in front of a mirror. Her pubic hair had been carefully shaped into a Valentine’s Day heart.
They handed her a comb and hairbrush.
“You hair is a disgrace. Get it in shape.”
When her head hair was properly brushed and combed, they took her to the Madam who had Ann stand in Display position while she examined her.
“Good! The customers will like her. But she needs training. Go and do that and let me know when she is ready for her practical test.”
The training consisted of a number of porn films. The bouncers made her stand with her hands behind her back and her legs spread while they played the DVDs. The first was a naked woman loosely tied in the spread eagle position. A fucking machine was working on her pussy and her hips were responding. They made her study the hip movement.
“That is how you should respond to cocks in your pussy. Do you think you can do that with a line of 20 men instead of a machine?”
She shuddered and replied “Perhaps 5 but never 20.”
One of the men slapped her breast hard.
“You forgot to say Sir!”
“Sir, I might be able to do 5 but never 20.”
“Well, when you’re a cum bucket in a low level house, they will probably do that to you. If you don’t respond properly, the position is perfect for a pussy whipping. You will find fucking after a pussy whipping very painful. So be sure to study this carefully and remember it!”
That video was played several times before the bouncers started the next. It showed a naked woman putting a condom on a man and then fucking him with her arms around him and her knees drawn up with her heels on the mattress.
“Notice how she uses her whole body? She doesn’t just lie there and let him do all the work.”
A few more videos showed her other positions for pussy fucking. They all involved active participation by the woman.
Then they moved on to videos of ass fucking with the woman responding and pushing back against the man’s thrusts.
“Do you understand how you should respond when a man is fucking you? We can run the show as often as needed if you want more lessons.”
“Yes Sir, I understand what I’m to do.”
“Good, then we will call the Madam for your practical examination.”
The Madam brought 4 more men with her. She handed Ann a box of condoms and told her:
“You can’t get pregnant after that contraceptive shot but you can get disease. From now on, you never fuck without a condom. Putting the condom on the man is part of your job. Now you are going to give 4 of these men pussy fucks and the other two get ass fucks. We will watch. If you don’t do a good job, you will get a pussy whipping as soon as the man is out of you.”
“Start by giving that man a pussy fuck.”
Ann applied the condom and looked at the Madam for her next order.
“Lie on the bed on your back. Put your hands by your side. Spread your legs, draw up your knees but keep your feet on the bed.”
“Good. We call that the Waiting Position. Start with that, the customer will often fuck you that way. If not, he will tell you what he wants.”
The man mounted her and began fucking.
“Put your arms around him. More hip motion! Move your hands up and down his back. Keep your hips moving.”
When he finished, she was told:
“Barely adequate. You will get better with practice. Now get up and fix the condom for the next man.”
“Kneel by the bed, put your head on the bed and get your ass up.”
Her ass fucking was followed by:
“Lie on the bed in Waiting Position.”
“That was a very poor ass fuck. You barely moved. Ten lashes on your pussy lips.”
The bouncers raised her ankles and the Madam gave her 10 whacks with a leather strap. Ann howled with pain.
Then she did three more pussy fucks using various arm and leg positions. The first was very painful because of her sore pussy lips and she barely moved. Her poor response earned her 10 lashes on the sole of each foot. That was enough to convince her to respond despite the pain.
She finished with an ass fuck that the Madam was willing to accept.
“Put her in her cell, usual routine, bring her to me tomorrow an hour before opening time.”
The bouncers led her to a small windowless room. It was really a cell - 6 feet long, 6 feet high and 4 feet wide. The door was made of steel rods just like an old-fashioned jail cell. There was a small slot at the bottom of the door. The only furniture was a thin cloth pad on the floor, the type used on recliners for sunbathing in the back yard or the beach, and a plastic bucket. Light came from a bulb outside the door.
They pushed her in, slid a bottle of water through the door and told her “You can have all the water you want.” Then they took a dog-feeding dish, filled it with macaroni and cheese, and slid that through the slot.
“Don’t touch the bowl. You’re a bitch now so get down on your hands and knees and eat like one.”
After she had eaten, they gave her another bottle of water and left her alone. She lay face down on the pad and cried herself to sleep.
A touch of the shock rod on her foot woke her. The guard opened the door and told her to bring the bucket. She was led to a bathroom, emptied the bucket into a toilet, cleaned the bucket with cold water, and was taken back to her cell.
She stood in Display position in the corridor in front of her cell.
“Exercise time. Then breakfast.”
She did push ups and sit-ups. Then she was ordered to stand and do toe-touches. Those were followed by jumping jacks and running on the spot. The guard used the shock rod to keep her moving hard and fast. Finally, he let her return to the cell and locked her in.
Another plastic feeding dish – with two bowls – was slip through the door. This one had orange juice in one bowl and oatmeal with milk but no sugar in the other.
“Down on your knees and lap it up like the bitch you are.”
He let her have another bottle of water and left her alone to stare at the blank wall and think her own dismal thoughts.
After an unknown period, another guard put her through the exercise routine again and gave her a feeding dish with lentils and rice plus stewed tomatoes and onion as a side dish.
Another unknown period of waiting and she was given a hot shower and taken to the Madam. She was in a room that looked a bit like a hotel lounge. There were chairs and sofas, tables and a bar with liquor bottles on the shelves. There also was a rope hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A pair of fur-lined handcuffs was attached to the end of the rope. Ann was placed in the cuffs and the rope adjusted so she could lower her arms a foot and move around slightly.
“You will be displayed like this. The men are free to touch you including pinches and slaps. The bouncers will prevent any really rough stuff such as sticking pins into your breasts. When a man wants to fuck you, he will pay the bouncer, you will be released and take the customer to your room.”
She was released and told to follow the Madam through a door and down a corridor lined with doors. The Madam opened a door labelled Carol.
“We don’t use real names here. You are Carol.”
The windowless room had a double bed with a fitted sheet, a small bedside table with several boxes of condoms and a button, a small wash basin, shelves of sheets and a hole in the wall covered by a flap of metal.
“The man must always use a condom even for blowjobs. If he refuses to let you put one on him, push the button and a bouncer will come.”
“After the man leaves you have 5 minutes to clean up. Give yourself a quick wipe down, take the old sheet off and shove it down the hole to the laundry room, fit a new sheet and report for display. If you need to piss or shit, tell the bouncer before he cuffs you again. If you fail to report in 5 minutes, the bouncer will come after you and you’ll get a beating.”
“Now lie on the bed in Waiting Position and then let me see you clean up.”
“That was a bit slow. 5 minutes 45 seconds. You’ll have to do better to escape a beating. Report to the bouncer.”
Ann went back to the display room and was cuffed into her position. A group of women entered the room. They were all wearing various types of nightgowns or pyjamas. All the sleepwear was Victoria’s Secret style but at least the weren’t naked. Ann was the only naked woman in the room.
A bouncer announced “Opening Time” and men began to enter the room. Of course, Ann attracted immediate attention. There were hands fondling her breasts and running through her bush. The first few men rented other women after they had played with Ann for a bit – they preferred an hour of slow fucking to half an hour of fast fucking.
Soon enough Ann had her first customer. She fucked him in the Waiting Position and made it back to the waiting room in her allotted 5 minutes.
She managed to get through 3 pussy fucks and a blowjob without problems but her fifth customer wanted an ass fuck. He wasn’t happy with her response – “Lazy slut” and complained to the bouncer.
The bouncer placed her back in the cuffs and then pulled one of her ankles up behind her. Ten hard slaps of a strap on her sole had her screaming. That was followed by ten more on the other sole. Ann discovered that the beating was fast agony but having to stand on her beaten feet was slow torture. She almost looked forward to being fucked – it got her off her feet.
She was kept busy and once, when she returned from a fuck, she noticed new faces among the other women. It was shift change. They worked 8 hours but she worked 12.
The bouncer finally released her and took her for a hot shower.
“An easy start – only 17 men.”
“Sir, I wouldn’t call 17 men an easy time for any woman!”
“Ah, but to meet your quota in 5 days, you need to fuck 20 a day.”
She moaned while he laughed at her.
Her shower was followed by being locked in her cell and another meal of macaroni and cheese. She would discover that her meals were never varied. She supposed they were nutritious but the diet would become very boring and even more unappetising as time went on.
Another night of crying herself to sleep was followed by another day of fucking. And so the endless week continued. She did manage to meet her quota but it took her 6 days. She was grateful for the rest day but the guards replaced her second exercise period of the day with an hour of belly dancing. That was followed by fucking four of guards. They made her do it on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and a cock in either her pussy or her ass until she had serviced all of them.
She was standing on display part way through her second week, with her mind idly thinking of how she had changed. Men looking at her naked body no longer embarrassed her. She barely noticed the hand fondling her breast or the fingers playing with her pussy lips. Blowjobs were minor annoyances since the condom kept cum out of her mouth. She still hated ass fucks but three beatings had taught her to do them to the satisfaction of the men.
She’d gotten used to the feel of a cock sliding in and out of her pussy although she couldn’t understand the claim that women enjoyed it! The worse part of pussy fucking was the smell – didn’t men ever clean their teeth or take baths?
Suddenly she heard a voice saying:
“Well, well, if it isn’t little Ann Ferret. So this is where you’ve vanished to!”
She looked at the speaker and remembered his face even if she had forgotten his name. She had dated him a couple of times before giving him the cold shoulder.
He ran his hands over her, giving her nipples a nasty pinch, and then paid his $50 to a bouncer. She took him back to her room where he gave her a very brutal ass fucking. One of the worse she had endured. When he had finished his fuck, he told her:
“I’ll spread the word among our mutual friends. I’m sure a lot of them will enjoy visiting you for a good look and a fuck!”
He kept his promise. Four men whom she had dated showed up that week. They all ass fucked her as brutally as they could.
The five ex-dates called themselves “Ann’s Friends” and made a point of showing up every week. Each of them could afford $50 for a fuck so money was no problem. They used her ass or her pussy but were always rough and sometimes complained to the bouncers who pussy whipped her for not being a good fuck.
Things got worse for Ann when men who knew her but hadn’t dated her began to visit the brothel. They all felt her up but some rented other women for a full hour. That didn’t help Ann. She was in despair – she’d hoped no one she knew would find out about her situation. But it seemed as if all of Silicon Valley knew she was a whore. None of the men asked why she was there or offered help. She’d made herself unpopular and their only interest was that her pussy was available.
She reached her low point when a pimple faced 18 year old paid his $50. She barely remembered him. She had ordered a pizza delivered and answered the door in her slip.
The delivery boy ogled her and she complained to the store.
Now she was lying under him while he pushed and grunted his way into her pussy. She hated the fact that a 26 year old woman with advanced degrees was being fucked by a pimple faced teen aged high school drop out but she was careful to give him a good ride.
After weeks in the brothel, she was told her debt was down to $20,000 and she was being moved to a lower class House.
This one was much the same as the first, she still had a quota of 100 men, but she was displayed in the waiting room wearing a wooden yoke. It had holes for her neck and wrists so it was similar to the collar and rod she’d worn earlier. She couldn’t look down and see her own body so every slap or nipple twist surprised her.
She was still the only whore displayed naked, the other whores wore sexy panties and bras. But all the whores were available for double fucking. Ann learned how to fuck men two at a time – pussy and ass, mouth and pussy, or mouth and ass.
Her “friends” soon followed her – her previous Madam gave them the address. They loved the yoke – every pinch or slap took her by surprise. The bouncers allowed them to be much rougher than in the first House and they took full advantage of it.
They also enjoyed double fucking. If she was on her side with a cock in her pussy and one in her ass, the man behind her could maul her breasts and make her plead for mercy. She never got it.
Her debt dropped to $15,000. She was moved down to an even worse mid-level House where she was given another contractive shot. They were supposed to last 3 months so she assumed she’d been whoring that long.
This house specialized in double and triple fucking. A woman was never rented to just one man.
The whores were older and harder faced and only wore panties when they were in the waiting room. Ann was still kept naked and was displayed with her hands tied behind her. Her “friends” soon found her again and continued double fucking her. They enjoyed watching her demonstrate triple fucking in front of an audience in the waiting room. They particularly enjoyed the fact that, because it was public, the men didn’t have to pay so she earned nothing for her work.
Her quota was still set at 100 men a week but the Madam cheated on the counts. A double fuck counted as one man and a triple fuck counted as two men. Ann sometimes had to work 7 days to make the quota and twice she didn’t make it. That meant she got no credit for the week.
DOWN TO THE BOTTOM
Her debt fell to $8000 and she was moved down again to the first of her low level houses. She no longer had a name. She was slut 3 and her room was simply labelled 3.
The first week she worked in her room wearing a steel collar chained to the wall. There was a box of condoms on the table along with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and a leather strap. The Madam explained:
“This is a Rape House. Men come here because they want to rape a woman. You put the condom on them and then they are free to put the cuffs on you. They can also beat you with the strap. They do not know that there is a small video camera in the corner of the ceiling. The bouncers monitor and will step in if things get too rough. We don’t care if you get bruised but we don’t allow blood, burns or broken bones. The man is supposed to remove the cuffs when he leaves; the bouncers will do it if he forgets.”
“You get a credit of $5 for each man and have a quota of 150 men a week. You still work a 12-hour shift. You’ll be here until your debt drops to $4000.”
Her first customer was one of her “friends”. He cuffed her hands behind her back, whipped her breasts, and pussy fucked her face to face. Then he left without saying a word to her. Another “friend immediately followed him and repeated the process. After four of her “friends” had fucked and beaten her, she wasn’t surprised to see the fifth come through the door. He changed the procedure by giving her a pussy whipping.
Just before he left, he told her:
“We won’t be back. Fucking a cum bucket doesn’t interest us. Do you know that Ann Ferret is one of the most popular Internet Porn stars? You even have a fan site.”
He was followed by a series of strangers. The door would open, a man would fuck her pussy or ass, he’d leave and after a time the door would open again.
She was sore and very tired when the bouncer released her and took her for her hot shower. When he’d locked her in her cell, he told her:
“That was an easy day. You only fucked 27 men. Your quota is 150 so you need to do 30 a day to make it in 5 days.”
She met her quota in 5 days and her best (or perhaps worse) was 37 men in 12 hours.
“Just as well that you managed a two day break. You need to rest up for the rape triangle next week. And its time for another contraceptive shot.”
She wondered what a rape triangle could be but didn’t think she’d like it. She found out when she was led to the public waiting room. There was an equilateral triangle on the floor. It was made of 3 wood planks. The base was 3 feet wide and the peak angle was 6 feet above the base. Her ankles were tied to the corners of the base, her hands were tied together at the wrists and her arms raised so her wrists could be tied to the peak angle. Another plank was shoved under her hips, lifting her pussy hole to a convenient angle.
Months ago she would have found the position horribly humiliating. But since then, so many men had seen her naked body, and had their cocks inside her, that she was long past shame or embarrassment. She merely wondered how many men would take her and how painful it would be.
The bouncers took the money and enforced the condom rule. They told her that men would fuck both her mouth and her pussy but only pussy fucks would count toward her quota.
The start of her ordeal was easy. There were only a few men in the room. After one fucked her, there would be a wait of perhaps 10 minutes before the next one mounted her. But the room began to fill and her customers formed lines. The lines kept getting longer. A man would role off her and the next would be on her within a few seconds.
She had trouble breathing as the heavy male bodies pressed down on her chest. And the constant rubbing of skin against skin was making her breasts and belly sore. Not to mention the pain in her cock tunnel.
It went on and on for what seemed like an endless time.
When she was finally released and put back in her cell, she was told:
“A good start, 38 men. You are so popular that the madam wants you to work a six day week. We will just stop counting after 150.”
That week she found out the real meaning of “cum bucket” since over 200 men fucked her in 6 days.
She spent her rest day lying on her pallet wondering what they would do to her next. They hadn’t used her ass at all the last week. Was she going to have men waiting in line for her ass hole?
She found out the next day when she was led back to the waiting room. She was bent over a sawhorse with the long bar running up her stomach and between her breasts. Her arms were tied to the front legs and her legs to the rear legs.
The men did indeed form lines to use her ass and sometimes her pussy. Just to make her life more interesting, they also whipped her ass with leather straps. She howled when the strap hit directly along her crack.
A week of that was enough to convince her that nothing could be worse. Even the rape triangle was better.
The Madam decided to make Ann’s six day week into a repeating cycle. One day chained in her room, one day on the triangle, one day on the sawhorse and repeat endlessly.
She was finally told:
“Your debt is down to $4000. We are sending you to Black House to work off the last of it”
Black House turned out to be well named. The Madam and two bouncers met her. All three were black.
“So you are the White Bitch. Take her away and fix her up.”
The bouncers tied her to a table and used bikini wax to remove all of her bush. Then they tattooed her and had her stand in Display position in front of a mirror so she could inspect their work. The words FUCK ME had been tattooed in 2-inch high red block letters across her stomach just above her belly button. A black cock pointing directly at her crotch was tattooed below her belly button.
The Madam inspected her and gave her the bad news:
“This is Black House. It’s in the middle of the black ghetto and all our customers are black men. Most of them hate white people and will pay well for the chance to rape a White Bitch.”
Your quota is 200 men a week but we won’t bother counting. We will just keep you here for 4 weeks and set the price at $20 for twenty minutes. If that doesn’t keep you busy, we can reduce it to $5 for five minutes. Your work week is the standard 12 hours for six days. You will spend alternate days on the rape triangle and the saw horse.”
“Put her to work!”
She was strapped to a rape triangle in the waiting room and her torment began. She never saw a white face the entire four weeks. In fact, she never saw a woman, not even the Madam, during that time. The number of cocks in her in a day ranged from a low of 40 to a high of 65. She was completely worn out when the day came that she was standing in front of the Boss.
EPILOGUE
The boss looked at her and said:
“Ah, Doctor Ann Ferret. I see you have acquired some interesting body art and I’m told you have had some interesting experiences. Your loan is paid off, open that box and get dressed.”
She found her clothes in the box and dressed. It hardly seemed worthwhile. Months of being naked and thousands of cocks had destroyed any sense of modesty.
“Sit down and we will discuss your future.”
“Your name and face are well known on Internet Porn sites. The DVD of you on the rape triangle at Black House is selling like hot cakes. Several producers of porn DVDs are willing to give you good contracts.”
“On the other hand, we need a good chemist. We sell meth and ice and heroine but too many customers are dying from impurities. Not that we care about the fools but it attracts police attention. Some of our amateur chemists have been blowing up themselves and their houses and that attracts even more attention.”
“We need someone to improve the quality and train some proper chemists.”
“Do I get paid for the chemistry?”
“You get a 3 room apartment in this building and an allowance for food, clothing, furniture, books or whatever you want. You will be allowed to go shopping once a week with a suitable escort. The only restriction is that you will not be allowed to use a telephone or the Internet.”
She took the job and found the chemistry was simple but teaching ex pimps, bouncers, and whores was a problem. Sometimes she got an unusual woman student – such as a secretary fired for embezzlement or a teacher fired for coming to work drunk.
The best part of the job was that she had the power to discipline. She could order the men or whores beaten but what she really loved was ordering a modest little ex-secretary stripped naked, tied to a rape triangle, and displayed in the corridor for 12 hours.
She waited six hours before visiting her and politely waited for the man riding her to finish his fuck.
“I suggest you relax and enjoy yourself. You still have 6 hours to go.”
…
THE END
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