The Serengeti Yeti

Community Property

by The Serengeti Yeti

Yeti02

Part 3 of 3

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The stories I write are sexual fantasies and the key word here is 'fantasy.' Actually, maybe the key word is 'sexual.' At any rate, many of the practices depicted here are illegal, immoral, deviant, disturbing, demeaning, messy, smelly and downright perverted. That's why I love 'em!! Some of my stories are outlandish but plausible. Others violate various immutable laws of physics or biology. A few are disgustingly normal, but (hopefully) erotic. I don't actually do these things, I just write about them. You probably shouldn't do them either, unless you want to spend ten to fifteen years with a roommate named 'Bubba' and a stainless steel toilet right beside your bed.

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Part Three

LaVonne patted the crying redhead on the head, then straightened up. "There, there, baby. You done just fine. You earned yourself a nice rubdown with oil. You just lay there and relax." She disappeared behind Sarah.

Trudy picked up the bottle and squeezed a long trail of thick liquid across the captive's burning asscheeks. She heard Sarah sigh as the cool liquid slowly trickled across her hot flesh. The sigh changed to a gasp of pain as Trudy gently began to distribute the oil with her hands.

"Shh. You just lie still. Let me make you feel better," Trudy whispered as she stroked the supple ass in front of her. Her fingers began to gently knead Sarah's buttocks as the sting from the whipping diminished.

Sarah was barely aware of what was happening. The pain and intensity of her torture had rendered her almost comatose and she lay semi-conscious as Trudy continued to work oil into her asscheeks. She didn't even lift her head when Trudy started stroking her cunt and only moaned when an oily finger parted her pussy lips and started to enter her.

While Trudy was massaging Sarah's ass and playing with her pussy, LaVonne slipped on a large strap-on dildo. She coated it liberally with baby oil and waited until she saw the redhead beginning to hump her pussy back to meet Trudy's invading finger. Grasping the textured shaft with one hand, LaVonne stepped up behind the bound woman and aligned the head of the dildo with her cunt.

After a couple more strokes, Trudy slid her finger out of Sarah's pussy and moved to the side. The black woman immediately pressed forward. Despite its thickness, the well-oiled dildo easily parted Sarah's cuntlips and slid deep into her pussy. When her hips pressed against Sarah's ass, LaVonne slowly drew the artificial penis back out.

Sarah moaned and automatically arched her back to accommodate the large phallus as it began to sink deep inside her again. She was too weak and exhausted to resist as LaVonne began fucking her, gently at first and then harder.

The black woman leaned down across Sarah's back and whispered in her ear. "Girl, you a whore now. You can' be layin' around no mo'. When you being fucked you best fuck back. Now, you start humping your ass or I'll have Trudy put some spark in you. Act like you like it, you hear?

Sarah's head came off the table instantly. She was willing to do anything to avoid more whippings. She began to groan in simulated arousal as she pushed her ass back to meet LaVonne's thrusting crotch.

"I'm sorry. Please fuck me," she begged. "Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me ha-ard!"

Trudy patted her on the head. "Good girl. Keep it up. Tell us how much you want to be fucked."

After about twenty minutes of thrusting and moaning, Sarah was exhausted. Unfortunately, LaVonne was pacing herself and seemed content to let Sarah do most of the work.

Finally, Sarah spoke. "Please... ohhh... please can we um... Can we stop for a while. Ahhh, mmmm... Please... can we take a little break? I'm getting tired."

LaVonne patted her on the head. "Aww, poor baby. Getting tired out? Sorry, though, we can't take a break until you cum- for real, not fake. And don't stop when you talk. You keep that ass moving."

"But I can't c-cum," Sarah complained as she hurriedly began pumping again. "I'm tired, I'm scared and I'm nervous. I just can't!"

"Then your pussy is gonna get pretty goddam tired, isn't it? You cum, you get a break. No whipping, no fucking, no nothing. Just a nice, quiet break," LaVonne told her. "Bet you'd like some time to yourself about now, wouldn't you? But you gotta cum first."

"But I just can't!" Sarah wailed. "Please stop!" Then she brightened up. "Y-you'll get tired eventually. You'll have to stop to rest sooner or later."

LaVonne laughed. "I'm a whore, bitch. I can fuck for hours and not raise a sweat. An' when I do get tired, guess what Trudy is gonna do? And Gina, and Shaundra? You gonna be fucked 'til you cum, might's well face up to it and get your ass busy."

"Nooo," Sarah wailed.

LaVonne just laughed and kept hammering the thick rubber cock deep inside the helpless woman. Finally realizing she had no choice, Sarah focused all her mental energy on her pussy. She strained to feel every touch, to arouse herself with this hideous abuse, to use LaVonne's fucking and her own thrusting to drive herself to orgasm.

Three times she was near orgasm and lost the feeling, her building pleasure collapsing as the reality of the horrible situation doused her libido. Finally, nearly an hour after LaVonne first entered her, Sarah was able to block everything out and have an orgasm. She had been trying so hard and was so worn out that it almost looked like she was having a seizure.

The two whores watched in amusement as Sarah writhed in the throes of her orgasm. A thin line of spittle trailed from her mouth as the exhausted redhead strained at her bonds, then collapsed on the table. After a few more thrusts, LaVonne slowly pulled the plastic cock from Sarah's cunt.

"At's my girl. You rest now. You earned it. Trudy 'n me will come back in a little bit and we'll open up that tight little ass of yours. Just remember, you gotta cum to get a break."

The next week was one long nightmare for Sarah. As promised, LaVonne produced a slightly smaller dildo and took Sarah's anal cherry, with Trudy cheering and laughing at Sarah's screams of agony. When LaVonne grew tired, Trudy took her place fucking the unfortunate Sarah up her ass, and then in her pussy again. Later in the evening, Digger's other whores returned and, when they heard what had happened to Trudy and LaVonne, they all took turns raping the sobbing redhead. Whether they were fucking her pussy or her ass, Sarah had to have an orgasm to earn a break.

The next day the abuses continued. The whores worked like tag teams, one group torturing and training Sarah while the others slept, then switching. Sarah was the only one who wasn't allowed to rest. They kept her awake around the clock. By the third day she was hallucinating from lack of sleep and so psychologically and physically weak, she couldn't have run away even if she had the chance.

Word went out on the street that Digger had a new whore and by the second day Sarah found herself being fucked by real cocks as well as the dildos. Digger allowed girls in training to be fucked for half price. It guaranteed the one thing that any good whore needed- lots and lots of cocks.

Sarah quickly learned that there were worse things than sucking and fucking strangers. That was the one constant. As bad as something was, there was always something worse. If begging for a black cock to cum in her ass so she could lick her own shit off it afterwards seemed demeaning, it was vastly preferable to whatever torture Digger's whores would dish out if she balked. She learned to obey and to obey enthusiastically.

Time became a blur of torture, sex and humiliation. Sarah could barely remember life before her kidnapping. When she did think about it, she wondered what she would do when the ordeal was over. Would people know what she had been through? If they did, what would they think? Michael would feel bad, she knew that. He'd always doted on his wife, treating Sarah like a queen. She held onto the slim hope that Michael would find her somehow and get her out of this awful place.

Until then, she vowed she would do whatever she had to in order to survive. She would fuck men for money. She would humiliate herself in public. Most importantly, she would do whatever Digger and his girls ordered her to do.

They saw to it that Sarah had plenty of orders to follow, too. The whores taught her what to wear, how to put on her makeup, how to walk to attract men, how to give blowjobs and how to scream in fake ecstasy when she felt a cock pumping cum into her pussy or ass. In between those lessons, she was forced to masturbate constantly, pumping vibrators into her pussy or ass under the watchful eye of a jaded street hooker while she frantically sucked another dildo, every mistake corrected with the swift sting of the cane.

Finally, LaVonne pronounced her ready for the streets. Digger was watching television when the black woman led Sarah into the living room. He whistled as he looked at her.

She was a walking wet dream. Tall, slim and slutty. Her bright red hair was teased full around her face and the heavy makeup did an excellent job of hiding her exhaustion. A tight, clingy top emphasized her chest while skin-tight hot pants exposed every curve of her ass, and clearly showed the bulge of her pussy lips. Long legs tapered to slim ankles, perched atop four inch heels. Her leg muscles rippled as she danced nervously from foot to foot.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he proclaimed. "LaVonne, you done a fine job." Turning to Sarah, he asked, "You ready to make me some money, girl?"

Sarah nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I want to be your whore. I c-can't wait to get started."

LaVonne nudged her. "Why wait, girl? Show him what you can do." She turned and left the room.

Eager to please, Sarah scooted over to her new pimp and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled out his cock, then wrapped her long fingers around the base and tickled the ebony staff to erection. As she had been taught, she stared into his eyes as she kissed her way down to the base, then ran her tongue along the underside before opening her mouth and slowly sliding it in.

Digger felt his balls tighten as he watched his dark shaft disappear into her brightly lipsticked mouth. Her tongue danced around as she pushed her lips down until they pressed against his balls. After several long slow passes up and down his prick, she started bobbing her head more rapidly, sucking hard on Digger's cock as she worked it deeper into her throat.

His cock felt like it was in a velvet blender. Her mouth and tongue massaged every inch of his dick as it slid in and out and he could feel her suction pulling hard on his prick. Digger tried to hold out but before he knew it, he felt the sperm boiling up from his balls. Grabbing Sarah's head, he pushed his cock as far into her mouth as it would go and pumped his hips up off the couch. He heard Sarah moan around his dick as he emptied his load into her waiting mouth. She licked him clean and he was pleased to see that she swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"You turned out to be a damn fine cocksucker, girl," He grinned at her. Sarah blushed but continued to suck until he finally pushed her away. "Whoa there, baby. I know you wanna go another round with ol' Digger but it's time to put that sweet ass of yours to work. If your pussy is as hot as your mouth, you're like money in the bank," Digger said as he patted her on the head. "Let me get my coat and I'll show you where your new spot is gonna be."

As soon as he walked out, Sarah noticed the phone on the end of the sofa. She'd planned on running away once she was out in the street, but maybe this was safer. She teetered over to the hall to make sure no one was in sight. Hesitating for only a second, she hurried to the phone and grabbed the receiver. Just as she realized there was no dial tone, a shadow fell across the table.

* * * * *

Four days later, they tried again. Sarah moved gingerly as she stepped out of the car. Her ass was sore, both from the canings she'd received and from the dildos she'd sat on each night as she slept- or tried to sleep- tied to a chair. The three women who'd gotten whipped for her escape attempt were still in extreme pain and unable to walk, but the other whores had passed their suffering along to Sarah.

They parked before a huge, dirty building, grimy windows barely showing that lights were on inside. Sarah nuzzled against Digger as he came around the car, a forced smile on her face.

"Well, babe, what do you think?" he asked her.

"Is this where I'm going to work?" she asked. "I thought I was going to be on the street. Where are the others? Where are we?"

"This is the canning factory," Digger explained as he led her toward a side door, then into a small warehouse area. Several men looked up and waved as they spotted the pair. "After your little mistake the other day, I had to change my plans for you. See, all these guys are Puerto Rican. They don't speak any English. They only know Spanish." He paused, then cupped Sarah's ass. "And pussy. They know pussy so you're going to go in there and talk pussy to them."

The stench as they stepped inside was unbelievable. Sarah thought she was going to throw up as Digger led her to a small office and directed her inside. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small Mason jar. "I'll stay out here and collect the money. When you can fill this jar in a single night, I'll take you out to the streets." He gave her a meaningful look. "If you don't, then we come back here tomorrow night. I don't like spending my nights in this smelly-ass dump, either. If we have to come back here tomorrow night, I ain't gonna be very happy."

Sarah hurried into the office, her ass swaying on her heels. "I'll work really hard. You'll see. I'll make you lots of money. I can fill that jar in one night."

Scarcely a minute later, the door opened to admit a small, slender man. His clothes were filthy and even from across the room Sarah could smell his stale, unwashed aroma along with the stench of dank, half-rotten vegetables which clung to his clothing. He smiled nervously at Sarah as he approached, then stopped several feet away. Realizing that the only way to get out of this dump was to speed things up, Sarah quickly went to work.

Plastering a fake smile on her face, she sidled over to him and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. He smiled and spoke to her in Spanish as she dropped to her knees and pulled out his smelly cock, sucking hard as she slid it into her mouth.

When he was hard, she slid to the floor and pulled him down onto her, reaching between her legs to guide his cock home. With a soft grunt, he pushed his cock into her pussy. Sarah tilted her pelvis up to allow him better access, then clamped her pussy tightly around his prick. The faster he came, the more money she could make. After several minutes of frantic humping, the man stiffened and shot his cum into her belly. Sarah feigned a loud orgasm as the man gave her a few last strokes. He was barely dressed and out the door before another man took his place between her thighs.

Sarah spent most of the next eight hours on her back, or on her knees. She learned that if she actively fucked the men, pushing her hips up to meet them or wrapping her legs around their backs as they drove their cocks into her, she could get most of them to cum within a few minutes. She would throw her head back and scream in simulated lust as she felt them pump their sperm into her, signaling the next man that his turn was almost there.

To her deep shame, she actually had several real orgasms throughout the night when her overstimulated clit was pounded just right. She even began masturbating between lovers, dipping her fingers into her sperm-filled cunt as she waited for her next coupling. Just to arouse the men, she told herself. Just to make them undress faster and speed up the process.

Finally, Digger knocked on the door and told her to get dressed. She hurried to comply, eager to see if she had made enough money to please her pimp. Her face fell as she stared at the jar sitting on the desk. It was barely a third of the way filled.

"Quarters! Quarters?" she wailed. "You only charged them a quarter? I did all of those disgusting things, I did everything I could to please you, all for a few lousy quarters?" She fell to the floor, her chest heaving as she sobbed.

Digger waited for her crying to taper off, then calmly helped her to her feet. He kissed her forehead gently as he pushed her hair from her tear-streaked face.

"Honey, what did you expect? These men are immigrants, with families. They don't make much money and the market just won't support charging them street prices. Maybe if you was a little sexier, a little more eager... I just don't know. You get out on the street, I'll be able to raise the price for your cunt. In here I can't get a whole lot for it."

Sarah sniffled. "But now you're going to punish the girls again!"

"Well, I got to, baby. We had an agreement and you got to know I mean business when I says something. You know you have to fill the jar to make me happy."

"I'll never be able to do that! I t-tried so h-hard!" she stammered.

"You'll think of something, honey. I'm sure of it. Let's go home now. On the way back you can decide which girl is going to get punished tonight."

* * * * *

Digger sat in his car, watching as the car pulled to the curb. Sarah stepped out, turned back around and leaned in the passenger window, speaking across the car to the driver while a man on the passenger side slipped his hand under her miniskirt. Immediately, she began pumping her ass up and down on his fingers. Good girl. Two guys, she should have made one fifty anyway, maybe more if they were kinky. Now she was giving them one last taste, making sure they remembered how hot and horny she was. Making them want to come back with more money and fuck her again.

As the car pulled away, Sarah popped a stick of gum into her mouth and started pacing back and forth beneath the light, her long legs flashing in the dim light and her shapely ass swinging from side to side as she began to search for her next customer.

"Bitch is a fucking gold mine," he muttered to himself.

"How did you ever get her to act so eager?" asked the man beside him, watching Sarah's tits bounce as she strutted. A car eased up to the curb beside her and Sarah bent over, giving the driver a nice view of her modest cleavage. After a short conversation, the door opened and she slid into the passenger seat. The car didn't move and it wasn't long before her head slid down and began to bob up and down in the driver's lap.

"She figured it out after a while," Digger replied. "I just kept taking her down to the plant, charging a quarter a fuck, whipping the other girls' asses and then turning them loose on her. Those damn whores almost killed her a couple o' times. She finally realized it wasn't gonna be enough just to fuck those greasers. She hadda drive 'em wild, make 'em screw her two or three at a time or come back four times in one night. You shoulda seen her strip down and work those fucking wetbacks. Right out on the production line, she was blowing 'em one after another. She was an animal."

Now I ain't no psychology professor but I think somethin' mighta snapped at the end, though. That bitch wants to fuck all the time now. At home I can't even sit down without her shoving her pussy in my face. Forget tryin' to watch a ball game 'thout her wantin' to wrap her lips around my cock. The rest of the girls are gettin' jealous."

"What if she tries to escape, or asks one of her customers to get help? Do you trust her?"

Digger laughed. "I do now. I can tell when a whore breaks. Believe me, she's broken. She does what I tell her to these days. If her own mother was to pull up to that curb and offer her a ride out of this neighborhood, she wouldn't fucking get in the car. She knows I'd find her again and she knows what I'd do when I brought her back home."

The man nodded as he looked across the street where Sarah had already finished blowing her client and was exiting the car. "She seems happy."

Under the streetlight, Sarah freshened her lipstick after the car sped off, then turned to greet three young black men as they sauntered down the street. She forced a smile onto her heavily made-up face and rubbed their crotches as she hugged them, pressing her breasts on each of the men as they chatted. When a black hand flipped up her skirt and delved between her perfect asscheeks, she squealed and pushed back against it. The quartet soon headed toward a nearby alley, the top of Sarah's dress already pulled down to expose her stiff nipples to the night air.

Digger snorted. "I don't know how happy she is, but she has definitely found something she's good at. That bitch is one of my best whores. She takes dick like a pro now. Hell, she is a pro. Trust me, Mr. Teidler, your wife is very popular in these parts."

Michael Teidler nodded. "Good. See to it she gets lots of attention. I wouldn't want her to get lonely."

The woman in the back seat finally spoke. "Don't you think you ought to have him send her out of the city, honey? I mean, what if somebody recognizes her?"

"Would you have recognized her, Mitzi?" Michael asked. "With that makeup and her slutty attitude, nobody will ever know who she is. No, I want her to stay right here so I can come down here anytime I want and watch her work. I want her to stay right in our community." He chuckled. "You said Sarah was bragging to you about community property. I wonder how she feels about 'being' community property."

 

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