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From: Black Demon <natas@aloha.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Blackmailed Beauty - IV (m/f, i/r, n/c)
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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   Blackmailed Beauty - IV (m/f, i/r, n/c)

   by

   Black Demon

   _______________________________________

   Standard Disclaimer!

   This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!

   _______________________________________

   It was the night before the wedding, after the wedding rehearsal and
dinner, the bride-to-be was to join her close friends who were having a
bachelorette party for her.  The bride, her attendants, and several of her
close friends had rooms reserved at a hotel just down the street from the
church.  Once the rehearsal dinner was over, the girls shooed the
bridegroom out with his buddies so they could take his fianc e out to party
the night away.

   After nearly an entire year of planning, Brandi Weston now looked
forward to tomorrow, when she would be exchanging her wedding vows with
Mark Phillips.  Mark was her true love, ever since they had begun dating
during their freshman year of college.  At the age of 25, 5'4" and 114 lbs
with long blonde hair, Brandi had been working as a buyer for a retail
store and helped save up for the big event.  She was so happy to have her
close friends with her, staying over at the hotel so they could party the
night away.  With the hotel having a nice bar and a live band for dancing,
it was the perfect place for their get together, allowing all the girls to
party and not worry about driving.

   The bride-to-be, with her girlfriends, settled in at the hotel bar for
drinks as Brandi began to open the gag gifts from her friends.  With the
gag gifts flavored with a dildo, sheer lace negligee and a few skimpy
bikini panties, the laughter and giggling that came from their table
naturally attracted the men in the bar.  Needless to say, the girls were
feeling no pain after a few drinks, especially the blushing bride-to-be who
was letting herself go on her last night of freedom.

   Some guys couldn't resist the temptation to steal a dance from the
lovely bride-to-be.  The party was in full swing!  The bride-to-be was
always being asked to dance first, although it seemed that the guys would
then hit on the rest of us girls at the table.  It was really wishful
thinking but guys always wanted to be that one guy to turn on a lovely
bride-to-be on the eve of her wedding.  Each hoped to give her that wicked
thrill and of course always the hope of being the last to bed the beauty
before her marriage.  Drinks were flowing like water, especially with many
of the guys buying a round for the women's table.

   Sitting at the far end of the bar, facing the table of giddy women, J.J.
Thomas had watched the bride-to-be open her gifts.  He had seen the beauty
blush when she had opened up the gift containing the large dildo, which
served to give his dick a twitch in his confining pants.  'God, I'd sure
like to give it to that sweet little bitch!  Yeah, baby, what I got in my
pants here is exactly the size of that plastic one in your tiny hands!' he
muttered to himself.  He then watched as the girls on the table chatted
with Mindy, the cocktail waitress, as they apparently knew each other.

   J.J.  was a muscular black man, 6'4" tall and 260 lbs of pure muscle. 
He dressed well, making a substantial income as a drug dealer.  He had
stopped in at the bar on business, to make a drug sale to Mindy, the
cocktail waitress serving the group of women.  When Mindy came to the bar
to place the orders, J.J.  smiled as Mindy made no secret that there was no
love loss between her and the uppity, goody-goody bride-to-be and her
friends.  When he asked what was up at the table with the partying women,
J.J.  learned that the pretty blonde bride-to-be had been a cheerleader in
high school and very popular while Mindy had been the school slut.  Mindy
relayed how she had always hated the bride-to-be and her clique of friends,
telling him "God, one of these days that fucking little bitch is going to
get knocked down a peg or two!  When it does, I just hope I'm there to see
her sniveling in the dirt!"

   Mindy thought back into the past, remembering her former schoolmate and
how she and her friends had snubbed her during high school.  The
bride-to-be definitely ran in a different circle than she had and
remembered how she was always the prim and proper girl.  Having dropped out
of high school, she had hoped never to run into any of her old schoolmates
on the job.  Needless to say, she wasn't too thrilled having to wait on the
bride-to-be and her inner circle of friends on the eve of the wedding. 
"Fuck, J.J., of all the fucking places for them to come to celebrate!  I
hope she chokes on her fucking drink!" she advised.

   J.J.  was an opportunist and readily saw the potential taking advantage
of this adversarial relationship between the cocktail waitress and her old
schoolmate.  He was supposed to be on his way to make a few more sales but
he just couldn't pass up on this situation.  Sitting at the bar as he eyed
the beautiful little bitch, a devious plan began to unfold in his mind. 
But first he wanted to have a dance with the pretty little bride-to-be,
then he'd put his plan into action.  He enjoyed seeing how hesitant she was
when he went up and asked her to dance, seeing her swallow deeply and about
to refuse.  He knew her reaction was because he was big and black, knowing
that he repulsed her.  He smiled at the egging on she got from her
girlfriends, wanting to see their petite blonde friend dancing in the arms
with the likes of a muscular black like him.  His cock gave a twitch as he
held her soft petite hand in his as he helped her up from her chair.

   Brandi felt a bit wicked, dancing with a muscular black man on the eve
of her wedding.  But she did enjoy the wickedness.  She had never danced
with a black man before and she just couldn't help but to ponder the
thought of whether the old myth about black men were true.  She wanted to
be a bit more wicked with the opportunity a hand, wanting to tease this big
black thug as she snuggled up to him during the slow dance, rubbing up
against him.

   When the dance had ended and J.J.  returned to the bar, he called Mindy
over and asked if she'd like to have her wish come true.  Seeing her smile,
J.J.  knew this druggie had been serious in what she had told him and quite
anxious to see the little bitch knocked down a notch.  They both laughed
aloud when he told her "I know you want to see the bitch knocked down a peg
or two!  But would it be okay with you if I just knocked her up instead!"

   Mindy was all for the plan that J.J.  had laid out for her.  The way the
girls were drinking, it'd be easy enough to get the bride-to-be drunk as a
skunk without any problem.  She just told the bartender that the pretty
blonde was a 'good' friend of hers and to make her drinks strong.  Also,
when she placed the order, she made sure to have Brandi's ordered as a
double.  Now she was much happier in having to serve drinks to
ex-schoolmates.  In placing the next drink down in front of Brandi, Mindy
smiled and told her "This one's on me Brandi!  I'm sure you're going to be
the picture perfect bride tomorrow!" As she walked back with her tray of
empty glasses, she muttered under her breath 'But tonight, you little
bitch, you're going to be doing something no white girl should be doing on
the eve of her wedding day!  You bitch, I just can't wait to see J.J. 
deliver the wedding present I ordered for you!  Yeah, you'll be the picture
perfect bride tomorrow, walking down the aisle with in your flowing white
gown with your belly filled with a nigger's nasty seed!'

   On her next trip to the table for more drink orders, Mindy agreed to
take pictures of the group with the various cameras brought by the girls.
She was also asked by Brandi to use the video camera that she had brought
to get in a shot of she and her friends waiving to the camera.  Mindy
smiled, having seen her friends using the camera to videotape Brandi as she
had danced with J.J., rubbing herself up close to him.  'This camera is
going to come in mighty handy before this night is over with.  We've got
you dancing with the big black stud!  That'll be the perfect introduction
showing you partying with your friends, dancing up close to J.J., going so
far as to spread your legs open for him!  Shame on you, you naughty little
bride!'

   When time permitted, Mindy slipped off to the check-in desk holding her
tray as if still busy working.  She knew the desk clerk well, having worked
in the same hotel and serving him drinks at the bar, even cozying up to him
at times.  She walked up to the desk and laid a line on him "That gal who's
getting married tomorrow is a fucking blonde bimbo!  Went to high school
with her and she was always forgetting things.  Can you believe she forgot
her purse in her fianc 's car?  Lucky thing her friends are paying for the
drinks!  But her fucking room key was in her damn purse!  Man, if her head
wasn't attached to her body, she'd forget that there too!  She's too wasted
to come up here.  Can you go to the bar or would you like me to deliver it
to her?" she asked, knowing one of the rules of the hotel was to always
have the check-in desk manned at all times.  A moment later, she was at the
bar with J.J., dangling the extra key in front of him.

   At 2 a.m., the hotel bar was closing up as Mindy and J.J.  watched the
group of young women begin to stagger out of the bar.  The lovely
bride-to-be was definitely in the worst condition as she was being helped
by her friends, unable to walk on her own.  They watched as the group made
their way through the lobby to where the elevators were located.  At that
point, Mindy led J.J.  to the employees' elevator next to the bar and
headed up to the 7th floor.  A moment later, they peered from around the
corner to see the blonde beauty and two of her friends assisting her into
her room.  "Now all we have to do is to wait till the 'bitch' is alone!"
whispered Mindy.

   Ten minutes later, having observed Brandi's two friends close the door
behind them and go to their own rooms, the coast was now clear for Mindy
and J.J.  They waited a few moments extra, to assure that Brandi was fast
asleep before they slipped into the room with the spare key.  Mindy softly
called out Brandi's name just to assure she was not awake, then J.J. 
turned on the bathroom light so they could see.  Tucked safely in bed was
the pretty little bride-to-be, only she would not be very 'safe' in the
next moment.

   Slowly, more lights were turned on so it'd provide good lighting for the
upcoming video.  Walking up next to the sleeping beauty, Mindy looked down
at Brandi and sneered "You uppity little bitch!  I know you and your snooty
friends were laughing at me after I served you drinks!  You're going to get
your due now, bitch!  Look what I got you for your wedding present!" "Okay,
big boy!  Give it to the fucking bitch!  Give her a wedding present she'll
always remember!  Knock the fucking bitch up!" she encouraged J.J.

   With the lights on, Mindy got the video camera that was on the counter,
then got it rolling.  She smiled as J.J.  was putting a performance for the
camera as he slowly got out of his clothing, flexing his muscles, and
especially continuing to flex that big muscle between his legs till it was
rigid.  Then J.J.  slowly drew down the covers to reveal the beautiful
bride-to-be clad only in an oversized t-shirt and panties.  Slowly the
t-shirt was pulled up and over the beauty's head and off her arms.  Her
precious golden jewel was being revealed for the very first time, something
that had been saving for her loving fianc , something that she would
present him on their wedding night.  Certainly not on the eve of her
wedding day!

   J.J.  was ready to bust his nuts.  He'd fucked some white bitches
before, but most were druggies like Mindy who would put out for him when
she didn't have enough money to pay for the drugs.  But this precious
little babe was so fucking naive and innocent looking, something he'd never
been able to sample before.  "Man, she's so fuck'n innocent, I just gotta
hear her scream when I tear into her!" he muttered loudly.  First he just
had to taste her, bending forward he rubbed his face into her soft golden
fur, then stuck his tongue out to taste her.  "Mmmm, so fuck'n sweet!  Just
like honey!" he moaned.

   Crawling up upon the bed, spreading the soft white thighs as he knelt
between them, J.J.  smiled as he gazed upon the lovely white bitch.  "Oh,
yeah, sweetie!  J.J.'s gonna really enjoy this!  Gonna enjoy `ruining' ya,
honey, on the night before you tie the knot!  I'm gonna give you a wedding
present!  Gonna lay a little black baby in your sweet white belly, bitch!"
he sneered as he positioned himself between her widespread legs.  Seeing
her sparkling diamond ring on her hand, he smiled as he placed it on his
big cock, wishing her fianc could see his bride-to-be at this very moment.

   J.J.  put his arms under the back of her knees, shuffled up on the bed
so her legs were waving up in the air.  Straightening up a bit, Brandi's
trim legs slid along his upper arms and he placed her heels up onto his
shoulders.  He placed a hand just above her throat, then with his other
hand he slapped her face.  He enjoyed seeing the stupefied look on her
startled face, followed by that of horror as the hazy cleared and she
realized that this was no dream at all.  Just as she was about to emit a
loud piercing scream, J.J.  had been prepared, stifling that scream with
his large hand upon her throat to choke it back.

   Brandi looked about her, trying to figure out what was happening to her.
The last memory she had was laughing and dancing at the hotel bar with her
good friends.  Now she was painfully bent in two with a leering black face
between her legs, the familiar black face of the man she had played up to
on the dance floor.  She could hardly breathe with the hand tightly around
her throat, then she heard the threat of death if she screamed when he let
go of her throat.  "Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Please ...........please
...........what's happening ..................please ............please
don't hurt me ....................please!" she begged.

   "Oh, Godddddd!  Ohhhhhh, God ....................ohhhhhhhhhh, pleaseeeee
..............pleaseeee!" Brandi groaned as she struggled but to no avail.
Her mind was still floating in a haze but she knew this horror was actually
taking place, pinned to the bed in such a humiliating way.  She sobbed and
pleaded "Please ...........please stop ..........please, I ........I'm a
virgin!  Please .......please don't rape me!  I ..........I'm getting
married tomorrow!  Please ...........I've saved myself for my wedding day!
Please ..............please don't rape me ............please!"

   J.J.  laughed "A fucking virgin!  I fuck'n don't believe it!  God, a
real fuck'n virgin in this day and age!  Baby, I'm gonna make ya fuck'n
scream when I bust your precious little cherry!  Ready, honey?  Time for me
to make a real woman outta you, sweetie!  Tried to get me all excited by
sliding your sexy bod all over me on the dance floor, huh, bitch?  Bet you
were wondering about the myth on black guys, huh, bitch?  I'm gonna show ya
just how true that myth is, honey!" He just loved seeing the tears in her
eyes and hearing her anguished sobs, he taunted her further " Ohhhh, you
pretty little bitch, saving yourself for some puny little white boy!  Think
any decent white boy's gonna come close to ya once he knows you got
'ruined' by a nigger cock!"

   The reality of her predicament sank into Brandi's still fuzzy mind,
realizing that this evil man intended on raping her, taking what she had
guarded so carefully for all these years.  She began to kick at him, trying
to get her feet on his shoulders to push him away but she was nearly bent
in two and barely able to move her legs further.  "Please .........please
...........stop .........stop!  Don't .........don't .............please!
Please don't hurt me .................please!" she sobbed.

   Lifting his body up a bit, nuzzling his cockhead into her tight slit,
J.J.  pushed his throbbing cock into position.  His hand clasping her
throat tightly, he stabbed forward with all of his weight behind him, fully
enjoying the squeal of pain and fright from the terrified young beauty. 
"Mmmmfffffff .........no .....no .....no ......noooooooo
...........ohhhhhhhhhhh ..........arghhhhhhhhhh! 
Noooooo.............nooooooooo ...............ugghhhhhhhhhhhh!" came the
anguished gurgle around his hand clutching her throat as he pumped at his
throbbing cock up and down her tight dry slit.

   J.J.  laughed "Oh, baby!  God, gonna bust your fuck'n cherry, you
goody-goody bitch!  Think your loving hubby' going to give you the fuck'n
time of day if he learns that a nigger stole his precious little gem?  On
the pill, bitch?  You better be, otherwise say your fuck'n prayers!" With
that, J.J.  pushed forward, the painful stretching of Brandi's virginal
entrance brought about hysterical pleas and sobs, sweet music to J.J.'s
ears.  Grasping her trim hips firmly, he then dropped his full weight upon
her as he brutally lunged forward, sending his thick shaft deep into her.
He had copped his first cherry, rupturing the precious jewel that she had
been protecting for her wedding day.

   "Aarghhhhhhhhhh!  Noooooo.............nooooooooo ...............ohhh,
nooooooo .............ugghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brandi sobbed.  "Oh, stop
..........stop ..........please ...........please stop ...........it hurts
...........it hurts ............oh, you're tearing me!  Please
...........please ........take it out ............take it out!" she cried.

   J.J.  was so excited that there would be no mercy as he fucked into her,
plunging in and out of her raped slit, enjoying her painful cries of
anguish.  Raising up a bit, J.J.  then lunged forward again, bringing music
to his ears as the lovely bride-to-be whimpered and sobbed in her defeat.
After withdrawing the length of his cock, J.J.  looked down and laughed in
triumph "Yes!  Oh, yes, sweetie!  Busted your fuck'n cherry!  You beautiful
little bitch, I love ya bleeding all over my nigger cock!" Then he began to
fuck her without mercy, slamming into her again and again, burying his cock
into her womb.

   Her long blonde hair whipped from side to side as Brandi sobbed in
agony, her rapist showing no mercy as he plunged his monstrous cock deep
into her womb.  She groaned in shame as her body quivered suddenly and then
began to convulse, her cunt muscles beginning to contract around the
invading cock.  "Oh, oh, ..........what's happening
.............no............nooooooooo ..........!  Oh, Godddddd
.........oh, God ...........ohhhhhhhhh, noooooo............ 
noooooooooo.................!  Ahhhhhhhhhh .........oh, Godddddddd,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brandi groaned as her body tensed and shook
uncontrollably as her very first orgasm racked her body.

   As J.J.'s cock sliced between her slick folds, he groaned "Ah, baby, you
sweet little bitch ........gonna cummmm in ya bitch ......gonna fill ya up
with some nigger cum!  Gonna knock you up good!  Oh, baby, gonna fuck my
little nigger baby in you ...............right nowwwwww, ahhhhhhhhhhh,
yeahhhh .......awww, babyyy .........baby ...........here it issssss,
bitch!" He grasped her trim white hips and buried his cock all the way in,
squirting out his hot searing jism.  Holding her tightly to him, his
quivering black body spurted its potent seed directly into her womb.

   Getting up from the bed, J.J.  gazed down upon the widespread beauty,
observing the blood stained sheet between her thighs.  He smiled as he
watched his thick spunk ooze from her raped slit, the thick jism streaked
with her blood as it drooled down her asscheeks and onto the bed.  He just
wished her white boy fianc could see his precious little gem right now,
sobbing uncontrollably with her raped cuntlips drooling nigger spunk. 
"Well, baby, sure hope you can explain to hubby why you ain't cherry no
more!" he laughed.

   The constant ringing of the phone finally got through Brandi's pounding
head as she tried to move her aching body.  It was exactly the time her
friends had asked the front desk to ring the room.  She was barely able to
reach the phone and then dropped it to the floor upon hearing a recording
come on to announce that it was her wake up call.  She tried to move again
but her thighs hurt so badly.  As she lay there, flashbacks of the awful
nightmare entered her mind.  'Oh, God!  No!  No ..........it couldn't have
happened!  It was just a nightmare!' she told herself.  But the sharp pain
between her legs told her otherwise.

   She again told herself that it had just been a nightmare but the haze in
her head began to clear.  In the nightmare, she had been brutally raped by
the muscular black man who she had purposely teased on the dance floor,
wanting to entice him with something he could never obtain.  Apparently she
had passed out for awhile after the rape for the next thing she recalled
was being manhandled until she was on her hands and knees with her rapist
about to take her like a dog would.  Brandi remembered closing her eyes to
block out the horrible ordeal, then was suddenly startled by another person
being in the room.  She remembered feeling the bed sink in front of her
with the weight of that person, never able to see that person as fingers
were wound tightly in her hair and she was not able to look up.

   'It was a woman!' Brandi realized, remembering how her head was pulled
down, the awful smell that had hit her nostrils.  She now remembered those
hands in her hair, forcing her head to rub up against that awful smelling
pit.  She remembered being ordered to open her mouth and she had refused to
do so.  Tears formed in her eyes as she sobbed, recalling that she
continued to refuse until that brutal thrust from behind had her opening
her mouth to scream.  But her scream was muffled, stifled by the smelly pit
that was pushed up into her open mouth.  'Oh, God ............it was
Mindy!' she realized, remembering now that familiar voice telling her
"Bitch!  Call me the school's slut, huh!  Shit, at least I never stooped so
low as to eat out a smelly cunt!  Look who's the fucking slut now!"

   Brandi pushed herself up onto her elbows to look down at her body,
groaning in anguish as she observed her golden fur matted with dried blood.
Bending her legs up a bit, she sobbed as she saw the streaks of blood
coating her thighs.  She then recalled Mindy's menacing threat as her
nightmare had come to an end, remembering those words "Call me the school's
slut, huh, bitch!  You're going to pay, cunt!  We'll see who's the real
slut!  You're gonna pay unless you want that videotape going to everyone in
our high school class!"

   'Oh, my God!  A videotape!' she worried, then grabbed the video camera
that was next to the nightstand.  Opening the camera, her fears came true
as the tape had been removed.  Lying back, Brandi sobbed at the humiliation
she had suffered, wondering what could she do.  Then she recalled the last
horrible event after passing out from the second rape.  This hazy ordeal
came back to her in piecemeal, remembering a hand putting her bridal veil
onto her head.  'Oh, God!  I couldn't have done that .............I
couldn't have done that!' she prayed, but it was indeed true as she
recalled the veil being lifted and a black bloodstained shaft pushed and
prodded her lips open.

   Brandi pulled herself together as best she could, wanting to block the
nightmare from her mind, knowing she had to put on a good front for all the
people that she would be seeing on this eventful day.  Although she wore
white lace as she walked down the aisle, with all eyes upon her, she was
far from pure and virginal.  The pain was excruciating as she took that
long walk, her stretched and aching cunt a humiliating reminder to her that
she was now damaged goods.  Beautiful from the outside but totally soiled
within as she walked up the aisle to marry the unsuspecting groom.

   As she was making that long walk down the aisle, Mindy and J.J.  sat a
block away at the hotel bar, raising their glasses to toast the bride and
groom.  J.J.  slipped her the supply of drugs she had ordered, inquiring
what she had in mind to do with the videotape.  He knew he could merely
take the tape from her for his own use but he liked to see the underdog get
the better of a superior opponent.  He listened as Mindy began to conjure
up plans for her once uppity schoolmate.  J.J.  felt a bit sorry for the
beauty he had raped, especially knowing what lay next in store for her.

   Brandi knew that the disappointing honeymoon was all her fault.  She
froze up each time her husband touched her, afraid to respond to him.  When
she did make love to Mark, she closed her eyes each time as she made
believe it was again the eve of their wedding night, wrapping her legs
around her rapist as he lunged into her.  But that only sent Mark spurting
prematurely into her, leaving her high and dry in desperate need of an
orgasm.  She was so thankful that they both had too much to drink on their
wedding night, causing Mark to pass out before he entered her.  It was then
easy to use the ploy the next day, when they did make love that he had
taken her virginity the night before.

   Two weeks after returning from her honeymoon, Brandi was just coming to
grips with things when her hopes were doused with a distressing late-night
phone call.  She immediately recognized the voice inquiring how her
honeymoon turned out, whether it could compare to the eve of her wedding.
She pleaded, wanting to get that incriminating videotape, begging that it
not be shown to anyone.

   The next day, Brandi bid her husband goodbye as they each left for work
at the same time.  They each took their own car as their places of
employment were in opposite directions.  Using her cell phone, Brandi
called in ill.  If Mark wanted to reach her, it would be on her cell phone
so she wasn't worried about him calling her workplace and learning that she
had not shown up for work.  She turned into the parking structure, parked
her car, then took the elevator down to the lobby.  At the hotel bar, Mindy
brought her a drink, a potent one like what she had consumed on that
memorable night.  Then she listened as Mindy slid a tape along with a room
key over to her, telling her "This is just a copy!  You can view it up in
Room 815!  That's the honeymoon suite ...........this is going to be your
real honeymoon!  If you don't want copies being distributed, you'll do as I
say, you fucking slut!  You stay in that room till I come up and tell you
that you can leave!  Got that?  Now get your ass up there!"

   In the room, Brandi put that tape into the video recorder and turned on
the television set.  On the tape, she remembered the scenes of the girls
partying, then the dancing.  But what followed was a replay of the
nightmare that had plagued her since awakening the morning of her wedding
day.  Tears flowed down her face, ruining the makeup that she had so
carefully applied that morning.  Hearing the knock on the door, she
breathed a sigh of relief as now Mindy had come to the room and would allow
her to leave, but she wondered how much she would have to pay for the
original tape along with any other copies made.

   Wiping away the tears, Brandi went to answer the door.  Opening the
door, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as she saw the
unkempt but familiar male standing at the entrance.  She had not seen Stan
since high school, not since she had broken up with him during their senior
year.  She had dumped him and Stan became deeply depressed because of it,
his grades slipped and then his plans for college fell apart.  That led
Stan to even more hard times, dealing a bit in dope, and illegal gambling.
When they had dated, he always had his hands roving over her body and
Brandi had always refused to let him get anywhere.  Finally, she refused to
have anything more to do with him.

   Stan's face broke out into a wide grin, seeing the bitch that had given
him the heave ho in their senior year.  She had broken up with him after
that time he had parked the car on the hillside and tried to make out with
her.  She had slapped him and yelled at him, telling him that she was no
slut that he could just grab and paw.  He took a step toward the nicely
dressed woman before him, enjoying her frightened look as she backed away
from him.  'God!  She's really matured into a lovely lady!  But she can't
be no 'lady', not if she's here in this fucking room!' he mused.

   Approaching the woman who had dumped him years ago, Stan was going to
pay her back good!  "Mindy said she had a big surprise for me!  Told me she
had lined up a real high class 'hooker'!  Said she owed it to me for
loaning her a couple hundred bucks when she was down and out a few months
ago!  Fuck, I'd never dream you'd be that fucking 'hooker'!  C'mon babe,
Mindy told me I only had an hour's worth of your time before the next
customer got here!"

   An hour later, Brandi was being pulled out of the bed and led to the
shower.  "Hurry up, bitch!  You only got 20 minutes to shower and get your
clothes back on!  Be dressed, or else!  Got to run, need to get back to the
bar to collect from your next customer!" Mindy advised.

   When 4:30 p.m.  came around, Mindy looked down at the sobbing Brandi,
snickering "You fucking slut!  Time for you to shower and go home to make
dinner for your loving husband!  Do you satisfy him as well as you did with
all the guys you fucked today?  Shit, they're so fucking happy that they
all told me to let them know when you're available again and to count on
them paying the $200 bucks an hour!  You've already got a regular
clientele!"

   On the drive home, Brandi's heart was beating hard as she recalled her
exhausting day.  Mindy had scheduled a full day for her, a new customer
showing up every hour and a half.  Mindy had made her shower after each
customer, putting back on her nice dress, nylons and heels so she could
entice the next customer as she disrobed again.  She blinked back the tears
as she pictured each of the men who had paid to satisfy their lust on her
body, men who wanted or lusted after her during her high school years. 
Mindy had seen to it that her disgrace would be complete, degraded by those
who had wanted to get their hands on her back during her high school days.
Days when she had helped label Mindy as the school's slut.

   After her old boyfriend came Mr.  Gaston, the old teacher who had
inappropriately touched her in her sophomore year, the teacher who was
dismissed after she reported him to the principal.  He had been so violent
with her, getting even for being forced out of his teaching profession
because of her.  She remembered how painful it was when he turned her over
on all fours.  She thought he was going to fuck her doggie style but she
cringed in remembering the pain as she screamed when he rammed his cock up
her virgin ass.

   Her third customer was a boy that she knew to be a nerd back in high
school.  She only remembered his first name being Ralph, how nerdy he was,
how she had turned him down cold when he had finally gotten the nerve to
approach her for a date.  How she had laughed at him as she dismissed him
in front of some of her friends.  She closed her eyes briefly, remembering
his skinny body humping up and down upon her, taunting her "Guess who's got
the last laugh now, you fucking bitch!"

   Following Ralph was a man she'd never have expected to be paying for her
services.  She had been a cheerleader and being on the student council,
this man had led her to believe that her input on the students' perception
of the school was of great benefit.  This was a man she had held on a
pedestal, thinking so highly of him, but now she knew why she had been
summoned to his office so often.  He was in his early fifties back then, a
robust jolly man who she respected enormously, his retirement already
announced for the end of the current school year.

   Now she knew that Principal Gordon had merely summoned her to his office
for another reason.  As he was fucking her, he told her how he often jacked
off under his desk, shooting his load into a hanky as he spoke to her. 
"Ohhh, Mindy knew I had a hard on for you!  She caught me watching your
sweet ass sway back and forth when you left my office just as she was to
report to me for detention.  That day as I was fucking her on the couch, as
I had been doing for a year, she had me cumming so much when she kept
telling me to make believe I was fucking you!" he muttered.  "Oh, you
beautiful bitch!  Fuck, you had me fooled as the na ve innocent little
bitch!  In my wildest dreams, I never would figure you'd be on the cunt
market!" he laughed as he rammed into her again.

   Principal Gordon's fat, bloated and sweaty body upon her made her sick
to her stomach.  Worst of all was the way he squealed like a pig as he
grunted and came in her.  Brandi had always thought of him as a friend,
getting short notes inquiring how she was doing in college and updates from
him on the school.  And to think that she had invited he and his wife to
her wedding just weeks ago, how she had danced with him at the reception.
Now she knew exactly why he had been so friendly to her, how friendly he
really wanted to be as evidenced by his cock twitching and dwindling in her
sopping wet slit.

   Then that last customer of the day had her repulsed as she was forced
again to strip.  Forced to bare her body before the deviant man, a man she
had teased and insulted along with her friends.  Her friends had told her
how he always looked up and watched her every movement whenever she passed
by.  Once she had learned that, whenever she passed the old black janitor,
she purposely wiggled her hips in front of him.  Only this time she was
forced to wiggle her butt before him without any clothing on.  He was like
an animal, satisfying himself upon her body three times in that final hour.
She swallowed and licked her dry lips, remembering that last time as she
was forced to kneel before him.  Then she had to mouth and suck off his
withered black cock, which he pulled out after the first spurt of his
filthy cum, then shot the rest of his cum off into her face.

   Blinking back the tears as Brandi drove, her tortured mind re-running
the degrading acts that she had been forced to perform along with the
brutal way each of the men had fucked her.  It had been so horrifying when
she opened the door to see who had paid for the opportunity to sate his
pent-up lust for her, a lust that had been held in check for so many years,
and now their chance to sate that lust had arrived.

   What troubled Brandi most was the way in which she had responded to each
of the men as they fucked and degraded her in whatever perverted manner
they desired.  She chastised herself, ashamed at the way her body betrayed
her, achieving wild orgasms from each of the lusting men.  Orgasms that far
surpassed whatever she had felt in making love with Mark.  It seemed that
the more brutal the fuck or the more perverted the act, the more
convulsions of pleasure that coursed through her body.  'Why .........oh,
why did I act so shamefully?  Why did I have to wrap my arms and legs
around each of them .........humping back at them like a true slut?  And to
beg them the way I did .......begging them to fuck me like a fucking
whore!' she pondered.

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