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Subject: {ASSM} Mean Street People
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Date: Thu, 01 Oct 2015 21:10:03 -0400
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Mean Street People
 
    The hot summer afternoon striking me  in the face with a blast of 
warmth, as I push the cart through the electric  doors of Stop N Shop.  The heat 
oozing up from the blacktop almost visible  and causing a shimmering.  The 
change from the cool of the store, actually  cold in contrast to this heat.  
My nipples still hard; but now my body  quickly damp under my clothing with 
the change in temperature.  Taking a  deep breath of the fetid air, and 
pushing the cart into the parking lot.   Thinking that I might have picked a 
better day to shop, or at least a better  cooler time.  The sun's rays beating 
hard on the exposed  flesh. 
    Hearing the uneven clanking of a  wheel on a cart to my left.  Seeing 
an old unshaven black man, pulling his  two wheeled cart.  The usual black 
plastic bag in the cart, now  empty as he has cashed in his treasure trove of 
bottles and cans.  A large  black and brown Rottweiler padding beside him.  
His cart almost having  a slow rhythm as the "kaplunk" falls into a four 
step beat.  Meeting his  eyes and waving with a small smile.  Then continuing 
the almost desert trek  to the far end of the parking lot.
    "Let me help you little lady,"   the black man's cart pulling up behind 
me and the man reaching for a bag of  groceries as I click on the trunk 
opener.  The trunk swinging open and the  man already lifting a bag into it.  
"Well thank you sir", as the man lifts,  turns and places, quickly filling 
the trunk with the plastic  bags. 
    Taking a swipe of my hand across my  forehead, feeling the sweat on the 
backs of my fingers.  Looking at the  man, in the long sleeved flannel 
shirt.  Wet patches of sweat around the  arms.  The smell of his unwashed body 
strong in the heat of the day.   "You are a gentleman, so few left these 
days."  The man turning and  smiling.  "Just the way I was brought up ma'am."  
Reaching into my  hand bag and handing him a couple of singles.  "Thank you 
for your  help."
    "Oh, I can't take that ma'am, I will  get my just reward for what I 
do."  His hand brushing mine, as he pushes  the money back to me.  Trying not 
to shiver at the touch.  I guess in  some things I am a snob.  Walking around 
to the drivers side and clicking  the door with a double click.  Feeling 
the hot seat covering under my bare  thighs as I "tuck and roll" into the 
drivers seat.  A small wince as the  burning seat, gets my attention, lifting my 
legs and dropping my bag alongside  of me.  Then turning as I hear the back 
door open and the large Rotti slide  into the back seat.  The man slamming 
the door shut and stepping into the  passenger side.  Sitting down and 
leaning over to me as I snap my seatbelt  into place.  Feeling a sting of pain on 
my thigh and looking down to see a  red stripe over an inch long well up on 
the tanned flesh.  The man's black  hand, covering my mouth to stifle my 
scream.  "Now lady, you will be quiet.  Or it won't be a scratch on your leg 
next time.  Do you understand  me?"  Nodding my assent as my wide eyes stare 
in fear at the man next to  me.
    Turning to the back seat and the huge  dog, "Watch her Buster."  
Reaching for the care keys from my hand and  pressing the trunk button.  Quickly 
sliding out of the car and  folding  his cart and laying it over the bags of 
groceries.  Then  walking back and sitting back down in the passenger seat, 
slamming the  door.  Leaning over to stare into my face.  His features clear 
as I  look into his dark eyes.  The grizzling of grey beard on his face, 
eyes  bloodshot.  His smile, a half circle of yellowing and blackened  teeth.  
The strong smell of his breath, almost enough to make me gag.   That 
coupled with the stench of his clothing and body in the hot confines of the  car. 
    My eyes still wide and staring,  feeling the metal of the box cutter 
against my neck and a sting of pain as he  cuts the soft flesh.  Gashing in 
horror, as I try to back away.  His  hand pinning my head to the backrest.  
His index finger, pressing on the  spot of the small cut and covering it with 
a drop of blood, pressing it to my  lips.  "You will taste that from the 
inside, if you don't do what I tell  you missy.  You do understand me?
    Nodding again, speechless as I taste  the iron taste of the drop on my 
lip. Feeling the metal close to my  neck.  The blade sharp, but also rusty.
    The sweat coating my whole body now,  running down in a small stream 
from under my arms and between my breasts and  thighs and ass crack.  Thighs 
tensing as the urge to pee myself is  strong.  My whole body coated with the 
sweat of fear.  My insides  churning as I try to breathe.  His eyes and look 
not so kindly now.   Not that of a homeless man from the street. 
    Sitting still as I feel him moving,  his hand putting the keys into the 
ignition.  "You will drive obeying all  the laws.  I will tell you where to 
go girl. Now head north on Route 9 to  the Academy Street turnoff."
    The man sitting back in his seat,  attaching his seatbelt. as I put the 
car in reverse.  Taking a glance to my  thigh and seeing the small line of 
red.  Then slowly deliberately pulling  out of the parking lot.  My eye 
catching the box cutter in the man's  hand.  My blood on the edge of the blade.  
The loud panting of the dog  behind me.  The scent of fear and sweat and 
unwashed man and dog, filling  the small compartment. 
    Turning on the AC and slowly the air  chilling as we drive north 
towards Poughkeepsie.  Turning right onto the  Academy Street exit, the large 
stately homes, merging with the apartments and  duplexes as we turn onto Church 
Street and finally taking a left onto South  Cherry Street.  The city not 
the once clean "Queen City" of the  Hudson.  The man alongside of me watching 
the streets and giving the turn  directions.  Both my hands glued to the 
steering wheel.  Fingers  gripping it with all my strength, the knuckles white. 
 My chest  heaving as I keep my lips pressed tight.  Eyes still wide, as my 
mind races  over the possibilities.  Legs trembling as is brake and gas 
with both  feet.
    Crossing over Main Street to North  Cherry and a line of old factories 
and warehouses.  "Turn left right  here."  The street empty of traffic and 
people.  This part of town yet  to be touched by the renovations to the city. 
 The chain link fence covered  with weeds, A twisted line of old rusty 
steel between the two buildings.   Pulling around the back of the old factory, 
into the grass and weed strewn  parking lot.  "There."  His finger pointing 
to a warehouse door  with pallets piled up around it.  The years and years of 
disuse so obvious  in the litter of junk and trash filling the parking lot. 
 The building  itself a dark and dingy facade.  Windows broke out and panes 
filled with  wood or cardborad or rags.  The lower floor the windows 
boarded over with  plywood.
    Sliding the lever into Park and  feeling the man's hand touch mine for 
a moment and then turn the car off, taking  the keys and putting them in his 
pocket.  "Now girly,"  feeling the  man shifting and reaching to my side of 
the car.  His hand pushing my short  skirt up and fingers squeezing roughly 
between my thighs.  Grabbing the  meaty labia, as his mouth covers mine.  
Stifling my attempt to scream in  shock and fear.  Again my head pinned to 
the head rest, as his mouth  presses my lips.  The strong smell of his rotting 
teeth, making me want to  gag, as his thick tongue pushes into my mouth.  
Eyes watering as my hand  reaches to my legs and try to pull his hand from my 
pubes. The other hand  pushing at his chest.  Sliding over the greasy 
clothing, struggling in a  silent battle, till I feel the warm wetness on my 
forearm.  The man pulling  back and a hard slap to my face.  My bruised labia 
now released as I feel  the backhand strike the other cheek. 
    The shock keeping me silent as I  reach my hand to cover my cheeks.  
Seeing the long red line on my arm,  welling a bright red in the sunlight.  
The pain not noticed as I sit back,  looking at the man.  Knowing that rape is 
best I can hope for from  him.  A small trickle of red running down my arm 
towards my elbow as we sit  in freeze frame for a few seconds.  My breathing 
loud in the confined  space.  The man looking to my arm then back to my  
face. 
    "I told you what would happen if you  resist me.  You are one dumb ass 
white girl."  Taking an old rag from  his pocket.  Grayish and stiff, as he 
wraps it around the red line.   Quickly turning a bright red as the blood 
soaks and loosens the material.   "Do we understand each other missy?"  
Nodding my assent as I watch him  turning in his seat and undoing his pants.  
Reaching into his fly and  pulling out a semi hard uncut black cock.  "Suck it 
bitch."  Looking  down and then leaning over as my eyes watch the boxcutter 
move a couple of  inches in his hand.  The smell making my eyes water, as my 
lips brush  against the warm flesh of his cock.  My tongue wetting my lips 
and then  touching them again to the black tip.  His one hand pulling at the  
shaft.  The cock stiffening and thrust straighter from his groin.  The  
folds of his foreskin peeling back to expose the slit of his pee hole.   
Undoing my seat belt and leaning forward more.  Taking the cock in my  mouth.  
Tongue feeling the sticky flesh and tasting the assorted "flavors"  of his 
unwashed organ.  The smell of urine almost overpowering as my nose  presses 
against his pants.  Feeling the cock now pulsing as my warm mouth  encompasses 
the warm black flesh.  The girth filling out with engorgement,  the shaft 
stiffening,  my gag reflex working as I try to move up and down  the hard cock. 
 The old black man's hand holding the back of my head as he  pumps his hips 
and fucks my mouth.  Thank god that it didn't take long for  the wet spurts 
of his cum to shoot into my mouth.  Again gagging as I  swallow the nasty 
seed.  Holding me firmly to his groin, as his hand milks  the base of his 
shaft.  Tasting his nasty cum and feeling the creme coating  the inside of my 
mouth.
    Finally after a long minute or two,  his hand pulling my hair roughly 
and yanking my head up.  "You will get  better at it girl."  His smile two 
parted fat lips and rows of black and  yellowing teeth.  Feeling drool and 
some of his cum at the side of my mouth  as I sit up, my stomach churning, 
heaving weakly. 
    The insides of the car sweltering as  we sit in the direct sun, the 
windows closed.  A sheen of sweat coating my  body. The man leaning over and 
pushing my skirt up to my waist.  His hand  tugging on my panties, and not 
hesitating lifting my hips to let him slide  them down my legs.  My pussy lips 
exposed as he leans over and drags the  panties from my ankles.  Then after 
a sniff and a nasty laugh, shoves them  into my mouth.  "You try to spit 
them out to scream, I will cut you bad  girl.  Really bad."  Shaking my head, 
eyes wide in  understanding.  His hands pulling out and old shoestring, 
placing my  shoulder bag over my head, pulling my wrist behind me and tying them  
tight.  The string digging cruelly into my flesh.
    Climbing out of the passenger side  and letting out the big dog.  Then 
opening the drivers side and watching as  I awkwardly climb out.  My skirt 
still exposing most of my lower  body.  One leg, with a spreading of my legs 
and then the other, stumbling  as I finally stand up.  Skirt sliding down to 
cover my ass and mound  again.  My outfit, the short skirt and tank top and 
flats could easily be  construed as that of a hooker.  Much skin exposed 
and easily  accessible.  The man taking my arm and leading me to a door in the 
back of  the building.  The big dog padding beside us.  The man squeezing 
one  of my breasts and slapping my ass, a show if someone should be  looking.
    My legs weak as we get closer to the  door, so wanting to take off 
running to scream for help.  But knowing that  the dog would run me down if the 
man didn't cut me first.  A scream  would be, a loud sound in a very empty 
neighborhood.  The total  helplessness of my situation so apparent.  All I 
can pray for is that he  will fuck me and leave me here.  "Please god, just 
let him fuck me and let  me go."  The words a mantra in my mind as he pushes 
the door open.   Shoving it slowly revealing the old unused factory floor.  A 
series  and old dusty and greasy machinery.  Tables and bins and shelving 
lining  the boarded up walls.  Lights hanging from the high ceiling.  Some  
with bulbs, other with broken sockets and others dangling.  The dim shapes  
more substantial as my eyes adjust.  Spots of sunlight breaking through the  
fortified windows.  The man holding my arm, pulling me through the  maze. 
    Past an old freight elevator and  to a stairway.  Walking up the 
echoing stairs, each sound magnified by  the emptiness of the building.  My mouth 
and lips a wet mess of drool and  spittle mixing with runoff from my nose.  
The panties soaked in my  mouth, as heavy wet ball.  The brief taste and 
scent long gone, as I try  not to gag, cheeks bulging.  My wrists painful, with 
the think shoes  strings digging deep into the flesh.  The skin swelling 
and over the dirty  bindings.  My fingers numb.  My bladder threatening to 
empty with each  step.  Labia slightly bruised and sore, as I climb the stair 
well.   The cuts forgotten, as I continue to look up the stair well.  Trying 
not to  think, willing my mind to go blank, but not succeeding.  My mouth 
still  tasting the scum of his seed.  Tongue trapped not able to lick at the 
nasty  slime and swallow it.  My body coated with a sheen of moisture.   
Drying on my skin as we climb past to the second floor and then the  third.  
Being led out to a series of offices and storage rooms.   Then to a larger 
area, and old meeting room and maybe executive suite.  A  ponderous wooden table 
filling the conference room with high back wooden chairs  around it.  The 
larger offices, also still housing old desks and chair  and bookcases.  Being 
lead into one room a file storage most  likely.  Old rickety shelfs, 
partially filled with food stuffs, cans,  boxes, bags.  A sort of kitchen area in 
one corner, with a small  refrigerator and a couple of hot plates.  A small 
table and chair, obvious  his dining area. 
    The next corner having an old  mattress on the floor, ragged blankets 
covering it.  A pile of clothing  heaped on a shelf.  Feeling the old black 
man dragging me to the  corner.  Roughly pushing me, falling onto the old 
mattress and looking up  at him as I roll over on my back.  Pulling my legs up 
to my stomach as I  see him undoing his pants and pulling them down over his 
legs.  His  black cock already swellling as he kneels down and pulls at my  
legs.  Spitting out the panties as I try to scream.  One, then  another and 
then a third slap. Turning my head back and forth and falling back  dazed 
onto the mattress.  His hands quickly pulling my legs apart and  sliding his 
body between.  His swollen organ pressing on  my labia.  Rubbing and 
thrusting to enter my vagina.  Finally the  head wedging at my entrance.  The man 
holding it there as he spits on tummy  and rubs the nasty spittle on his cock 
and my entrance.  The second thrust  and grunt, pushing the head inside my 
body.  My legs tensing, trying  to close, trying to protect my tunnel.  
Short hard thrust and his cock is  fully in my pussy.  His coarse pubic hair 
rubbing on the soft flesh of my  pubes.  Then his body thrusting into me.  
Pulling back and fucking my  hole with his scummy black cock.  My unfettered 
breasts shaking on my  chest with each hard thrust.  A loud grunt accompanying 
each deep  intrusion.  His breathing increasing as the seconds move into a  
minute.  A ragged sound from most likely cancerous  lungs.
    One hand pushing my tank top up and  exposing the small mounds tipped 
with the dark red nipples.  Fingers  mauling the sensitive flesh as he 
continues to grunt and fuck my cunt.   Then totally unexpectedly with a loud grunt 
and hard thrust, knowing he is  emptying his seed deep in my tunnel.  
Coating it with his diseased  sperm.  My eyes opening as I realize he as filled 
me, raped my cunt and  breed his vile cum deep at the entrance to my womb.  A 
few weaker  thrusts and then feeling him pulling out, wiping his dripping 
cock on my left  thigh.  Standing up and the still semi hard cock dangling as 
he reaches for  his pants and pulls them up the thick legs.  He may be an 
older man; but  his legs are thick and muscular.  As well as a flat  belly. 
    Sobbing softly as I lay looking up at  him.  Feeling the first of his 
cum oozing from my pussy.  My walls  clenching now, trying to discharge his 
seed from my body.  The man taking a  dirty plastic bottle of water and 
drinking deeply, not looking at me as he sits  down and rummages through my hand 
bag.  Laying on my back trying to expel  his cum, watching as the man, pulls 
my life from the bag.  Seeing him pull  my money and charge cards from the 
wallet.  My cell phone, coins,  him prying into everything that I carry for 
one purpose or another.  The  condoms and pads, address book, another set of 
keys for my car.  More and  more piling up on the table.  Stacked and 
watching as he tips the purse  up and shake it out.  Nothing left.
    Not even attempting to raise up as I  look at the Rottiweiler, standing 
watching me, sniffing, nose extending.   My legs closing as I realize what 
scent he is sensing.  Sodomized and now  raped, what is next.  "Please.  
Please, release me."   Begging the man.  "I will do whatever you want if you 
let me go  unharmed.  Please."  The words soft and trembling with emotion, as  
I know that I need to appeal to him.  To make him feel sorry for  me, for 
what he has done.  I have seen him, I have seen his "home".   My chances are 
not good, that he will let me go.  Better that he will kill  me. 
    "I need to go to the bathroom."   That statement making him turn to me. 
 Beckoning me to rise up.   Standing with my upper thighs and pubes slick 
with his cum.  Labia bruised  from the unslaught of his cock thrust.  Meekly 
being led to him to a  small restroom.  The man not even putting the seat 
down, as I sqauat  over the bowl.  The hot release of my pee wetting my body 
as I shake  squatting over the bowl.  The sound of my piss a loud hiss, as my 
 bladder empties with the fear holding my innards in its clutch.  Looking  
up, seeing the man watching me.  Feeling a flush of color and heat in my  
cheeks.  Humiliated by his silent stare.  He just fucked my mouth and  my cunt 
and him watching me pee, making me embarrassed. 
    Arms still bound so not able to wipe  the moisture from my legs and 
pussy lips.  Standing and being led back  to his apartment.  Feeling the 
bindings on my wrists being slit  away.  The pain of the constraints being 
released and the flow of blood  back to them, making me rub them hard.  Moaning as 
I stand there  waiting.  "Take your clothes off and give them to me."  The 
man  inspecting my blouse and then skirt as I hand each to him.  "Shoes."   
Stepping out of them and also handing them to him.  Standing naked, my body  
cut and bruised.  My mouth starting to ache from the hard slaps.  My  cheeks 
swollen.  Hand modestly covering the "Y" area he just so intimately  used.  
My other hand hovering at my breasts.
    "Don't be so modest missy.  I  have seen those parts and will see them 
again and again."  His throaty  laugher, part laugh and part cough.  Seeing 
him spit some flem into a  coffee can.  "Now missy, it is time to teach you 
some  manners."  The man walking over to a shelf and taking  down a coils of 
 clothesline.  Then walking back to  me.   "Turn around girl."  Feeling him 
 pushing me against an upright metal shelving.  Hearing a snick of  his box 
cutter and then his hands pressing my head to the upright on the  shelving. 
 A length of the rop being wrapped around my neck and the  vertical metal.  
Loose enough for me to breath, but not my neck held to the  upright.  His 
hands grabbing my left arm and tying that above and to the  side and then my 
right arm.  His grip strong and firm as he tightens  each band of rope on my 
limbs. Spreading my legs apart wide, securing me in a  wide "X" to the 
heavy shelving.  Feeling a rag shoved into my mouth and a  piece of rope tying 
it in inplace.  Gagging me as I choke against the  cloth.  The stifling heat 
of room, causing sweat to stayed beaded on my  body.
    Closing my eyes and not wanting to  think what indignity he will 
inflict on me next.  Hearing him moving  behind me, then jerking as I feel the 
slap of the leather belt against my ass  cheeks.  Screaming soundlessly almost 
into the gag.  A whole series of  slaps on the cheeks alternating from one 
to the other and welting  both.  Jerking and sobbing in pain with each hard 
stroke.  Then  feeling them across my back.  His aim not as good now as his 
arm is  flagging.  My nipples flattening and rubbing on the metal.  My pubes  
being bruised as my body jerks into the shelves and cross  pieces.   
Hearing him drink water behind me spitting it on the  floor and then a series of 
coughs.  A brief respite from the beating,  flogging.  His aim lower with the 
next series of strokes.  Taking the  backs of my thighs where they meet my 
ass cheeks and the occasional tongue of  the belt wrapping between.  My body 
aflame with pain and hot with the  raised welts from the savage beating.  
My left cheeks scrapped by the  metal as I jerk and cringe with each stroke.  
Reacting a brief second late  of the actual blow.  Hanging limply my legs 
cramping when the blows reached  down to my calves.  Trying to grab the metal 
and pull myself up as lay  slackly against the bindings.
    Again hearing him taking a  breather, the water as he guzzles it and 
then the coughing and spitting as  his body can't handle the exertion.  The 
burning of my thighs and inner  thighs and calves the worse of the beating.  
My ass cheeks and back  forgotten as I try to think of anything to distract 
myself from the  pain.  Finally hearing him stirring against behind me.  The 
sweat  dripping from my body and coating my skin.  Waiting, but hearing him  
close, smelling his stench before feeling the touch of his hands on my  
legs.  The ropes that dug into my flesh released.  Then my arms  falling 
slackly to my side as I lean against the shelving.  The neck choker  easing as he 
loosens it; but keeps it tied.  His hands turning me  around,  my eyes 
looking into his dark bloodshot eyes.  His breath  nauseous as I gasp with the 
pain as my back is pressed to the  shelving.  His hands redoing the ties on my 
wrists and then ankles.   Splaying my body wide, and then finally 
tightening the neck rope to give me  little play.
    Now looking at the man as I am openly  displayed, helpless to the 
caress of his eyes.  My nipples hard  and thrusting from my chest  My stomach 
trembling the fleshing crawling  under the skin as I feel his hand touch my 
stomach, then slide down to my  pubes.  His thick calloused, dirty fingers 
touching my labia.  Probing  into my pussy.  My ass cheeks pressed back as far 
as they can go, as he  shoves his fingers deep.  Fucking my pussy with the 
stiff  digits.  Then releasing me. Pulling the fingers from my....looking  
down and seeing moisture on them.  Seeing his smile, then the man walking  back 
and picking up an old worn leather belt.  Watching in freeze frame as  he 
approaches, then watching the belt swing out and back, striking my  stomach.  
My body cringing back as another and then another hard stroke  whips across 
the soft flesh.  Tears flowing them my cheeks as I scream  wordlessly at 
the pain. As each new welt heats the flesh and welts the white  skin, and as 
the already striped back side of my body is unbraided by the   hard metal of 
the shelving.  My mouth dries as I pull on the  cruel  bindings.  I think I 
passed out at the first blow of the belt across my  breasts.  The pain so 
intense on the swollen nipples.  Awaiting  seconds later I would guess, more 
lines of red showing on the small  mounds.  The nipples a dark  burning red, 
almost carmine.   Gasping and choking on the neck rope as my head jerks 
against it, the rope  burning and digging harshly against my neck and throat.  
Then his aim lower  again, the belt striping my thighs, my whole body limply 
reacting to each  stroke.  My wrists and ankles throbbing with the ropes 
digging into the  swollen skin.
    His face close to mine, "we are  almost done missy."  Then him stepping 
away, the belt slapping upwards  between my legs, biting into the inner 
thighs and swollen labia and my lower ass  cheeks.  My toes pushing up an inch 
or two as I try to lift my body away  from the punishing strokes.  Teeth 
biting and shredding the rope as I feel  my body spasming with the intense 
pain.  Waking again and findin myself  hanging on the ropes.  Knowing that I 
have wet myself with the agony of the  final strokes.  Choking, snot running 
down from my nose, Weak lines of  drool oozing from my lips. 
    Finally focusing my eyes and seeing  the man sitting and watching me.  
Then watching him stand and grab a bottle  of water.  Bringing it to me 
undoing the gag and pouring the refreshing  water into my mouth, gulping as I 
gag and choke on the wetness.  My parched  lips soaking in the moisture.  Eyes 
closing as I savor the sweetness of the  warm tepid water, from the dirty 
plastic container.  Thanking the man for  his kindness.  Taking a couple of 
more sips.  Then watching as the man  sets the bottle on one of the shelves 
and his hand coming back and cupping my  firm thrusting breasts.  My eyes 
closing with the pain as his fingers press  on the welted flesh; but still I 
found pleasure as he touched the hard nipples,  my body thrusting forward, 
nipples pressing to his hand.  Moaning with the  pain and pleasure.  My lower 
body straining as his fingers cup and squeeze  the sensitive aching tips.
    Mewling like a kitten as his fingers  slide down and touch my swollen 
labia.  Feeling the fingers parting the  lips, pushing into the wet tunnel.  
My upper body thrust forward as I pant  with pleasure as his rough fingers 
move against the warm wet slick walls.   My mind lost at the moment in the 
pleasure, straining to his fingers, my lower  body fucking his fingers.  Then 
moaning in frustration as he pulls them  from my opening.  Grunting in 
pleasure as I feel the head of his cock  pushing into my tunnel.  Eyes closing as 
I feel the cock pushing the walls  apart, then feeling them close on his 
hard cock.  Grunting and moaning as  he fucks hard into my cunt.  Taking his 
pleasure, my body so keyed up with  intensity.  And then feeling and hearing 
him with a loud grunt.   Releasing his seed into my hot welcoming cunt.  
Spewing the walls with his  creme.  Pulling free and screaming in frustration, 
as I was so close.   My chest heaving, panting like a bitch in heat.  
Feeling my walls still  clenching on emptiness as he turns and walks away.  Left 
hanging my body  throbbing with heat and need.  So close.  So very close.   
"Please, please."  Begging the man as he turns and shakes his head and lays  
on his mattress to rest.
    The rising up refreshed or so it  seems after 15 minutes maybe 30 
minutes the time blurring.  Seeing him  walking from the room, not even looking 
at me and then the sound of him  urinating in the restroom.  Walking up to me 
and with a light slap to my  face, "I will be in another part of the 
building.  Buster will stay here  with you and watch.  Don't scream, don't make me 
come back in here."   The man walking out of the room and hearing him 
rumaging in a room outside on  this floor.  Then hearing the sounds of banging in 
a distant part of the  building.  Not sure if he is on this floor or  
lower. 
     My arms and legs aching from  the tight bindings.  My throat parched 
even with the drink he gave me  earlier.  Lips swollen and dry.  The rest of 
my body sore from the  beating with his belt.  Feeling the stickiness 
between my fat labia  and on my thighs from his thick seed.  The scent of sex 
still strong  in the heavy hot air of the room.  At least to my nose it seemed 
like the  smell of sex and arousal. 
    The dog laying facing me, paws in  front, the huge head resting on them 
as he looks at me.  The dog actually  looked better cared for then the man. 
 A soft growl from the dog as I  wiggled at my bonds.  He didn't need to 
worry.  The bindings were  tight on my wrists and ankles, cutting off the 
circulation.  The hands and  feet almost totally numb.  Dozing and being jerked 
awake every time my head  lolled and my neck pulled on the rope.  Short naps 
of seconds and  minutes.
    Jerking awake with a different  feeling.  Eyes focusing and lowering as 
I see the Rottweiler, sniffing at  my mound.  The nose cool against my hot 
skin.  Feeling it as it  presses again between my legs.  The panting loud in 
the room as I try to  look down, the rope digging into the flesh of my 
neck.  Then feeling the  touch of the wet tongue on my left thigh.  My body 
tensing as I pull myself  back bracing against the shelving.  Really know where 
to go, as the tongue  snakes out again, feeling the wide wet tissue, sliding 
over the sticky labia,  then again.  Biting my lip not to scream, "go away 
doggy, go sit."   The dog not heeding any of my entreaties, as he continue 
to lick over and under  my pubes.  My body trembling as I feel the dog's long 
flexible tongue  insinuating between my cunt lips.  Pushing against the 
entrance to my  pussy.
    My chest heaving, nipples aching as  Buster continues to lap 
contentedly at my bruised lips.  My eyes closing,  biting hard on my lip as I hiss, 
feeling the tongue pushing deep now.   Licking the wetness inside.  Feeling my 
lubrication arousing him with its  scent.  The dog standing, growling 
between licks, the thick furry head  rubbing against my thighs and stomach as he 
continues to lick at my now aroused  pussy.  Tears of shame and frustration 
merge on my cheeks as I feel my face  burning with humiliation.  The dog not 
caring, but continuing to lick at my  seeping hole.
    Knowing this is so wrong; but trying  to will the dog to forget about 
my vagina and instead lick along my folds,  touching my pearl with his 
tongue.  I can feel the blood throbbing under  the smoothness.  My whole being 
concentrating on the small area.  My  moans audible as try to push at the dog's 
tongue.  Patrice no longer in  control of her body, as the dog takes my 
arousal and pushes it to a new  intensity.  Straining to offer my pussy to the 
excited tongue meat.   An occasional swipe sliding over the swollen clit 
causing me to whimper in  pleasure and frustration as it moves on to another 
part of my cunt area.   My legs spread just enough for his tongue to push into 
the tunnel, caressing the  slick walls..............and then almost without 
warning, screaming as the  tongue finally puts me over the top.  My body 
pulling on the bindings, my  hips jerking and rolling against the dog's face.  
The spasm inside long and  drawn out as I coat the dog with a fresh release 
of juice.
    His renewed licking causing another  helpless cum and then another, bot 
smaller then the first.  But roiling in  my body one after another.  A 
series of minor orgasms.  My whole body  covered with moisture in the stifling 
hot room.  Sweat, dog saliva and my  creme coating my skin.
    The dog growling deep now and  raising up on his hind feet.  His paws 
scratching my body, gouging my chest  and breasts as he tries to find a way 
to mound me.  His back legs much to  short as he stands, and thrusts wildly 
between the space of my spread  legs.  Feeling the hot wet tip of his cock 
against my lower thighs.   The growl of his frustration so loud in the empty 
room.  His weight laying  against my body almost crushing as he tries again 
and again to find a way to  shove his cock into my ready and dripping cunt. 
    Finally giving up after long  minutes.  His cock still protruding from 
his sheath as he sulks away to a  corner of the room.  Laying down and 
licking the swollen angry looking red  cock.  My eyes watching him, sorry for his 
frustration.  My body wet  with his saliva and my cum.  The smell stronger 
then before in the fetid  room.  Looking down, seeing the deep scratches 
from the dogs nails, some  having actually drawn blood on my upper chest and 
breasts.  Trying to will  away the pain and aches; but not able to sleep now 
as the long minutes drag  on.  The dog curling up and sleeping, dreaming of a 
bitch to  fuck.
    Jerking awake from a troubled  sleep.  Eyes wide looking at the man.  
My body screaming with pain and  aches.  His hand resting on my tummy, 
sliding down to the folds of my  pussy.  Separating and finding the nestling clit, 
hidden beneath the  hood.  Thumb rubbing gently as the man looks into my 
eyes.  Man mind  coming alert as my body responds to his touch.  My hips 
barely moving,  pressing to his finger.  Labia swelling and juices already 
coating my  tunnel.  Moaning as I feel a finger slide into my pussy.  My cunt  
speared and wiggling like a fish on a hook.  "I am glad that you get wet so  
easily.  It will help you and me."  The man looking down at the  scratches 
across my upper body.  The ones caused by Buster.  "Seems he  likes you missy.  
Maybe I will give you to him as a dog bone to play  with.  Wouldn't you 
like that?"  Shaking my head side to side, denying  with my brain and head, as 
I feel a little twitch inside of me.  Eyes going  to the dog, who is laying 
contentedly in the corner, his eyes barely open as he  watches.
    Sighing and moaning as the black man  unties my ankles and then my 
wrists.  My legs barely able to hold me up as  my hand rub my chaffed and 
swollen flesh.  Body collapsing to the floor as  he undoes the rope around my 
neck.  My numb fingers reaching to massage the  soft flesh, as I cough weakly.  
Reaching for the bottle of tepid water that  the man rolls to me on the 
floor.  Drinking to much and to quickly and  spewing drops of water as my 
parched throat can't take the  volume. 
    Laying against the shelving as I  watch the man looking at a paper.  
Slowly regaining some of my strength,  trying to gauge if my legs would get me 
to the door before him.  Shifting  them slowly, and seeing the dog coming 
alert.  Head raised and looking at  me.  Groaning inside myself as I realize, 
even I could beat the man, the  dog would quickly pull me down.  The man 
finally looking up and seeing me  tracing the outlines of the nails scratches 
from the dog, with a wet  finger.  Rummaging in an old First Aid Kit, and 
throwing me a few packets  of three in one ointment.  The thick salve coating 
the abraded and broken  skin.
    The shadows long from the windows,  thinking that afternoon is past and 
now evening is approaching.  Wondering  if anyone has missed me.  No one at 
home to report me missing.   Waiting and for supper eating warm fruit 
cocktail from a can with a plastic  spoon.  My tummy rumbling as I realize that 
is the first food that I have  had since a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  The 
man eating unconcerned with  me from another can.  The dog enjoying a can 
of tuna that I had bought in  my groceries.
    Finally, after a rest break, again  using the toilet while the man 
watches.  "It is almost time to go  missy."  The man tying my hands behind me 
and putting a rope around my neck  like a leash, leading me down the steps, 
the dog padding behind us.   Stopping on the first floor, near a heavy metal 
table.  The man indicating  for me to kneel and then attaching a collar and 
chain to my neck.  Sliding  a pillowcase or something similar over my head as 
I kneel on the dusty  floor.  Naked, not seeing, just hearing him moving 
around and then someone  talking quietly.  Shifting to close my legs and 
feeling a belt strap across  my back.  Crying out in shock and pain.  "Now kneel 
straight missy  legs open, chest forward."  Hearing his words, and obeying 
them after  another leather slap against my back.  Tears welling in my eyes.  
My  hands again numb from the rope around my wrists.  The heavy chain 
hanging  from the collar.  The material over my head keeping me from seeing or  
hearing well as I judge that there are more then two people in the  room. 
    Finally seeing a dim light through  the material and then as the 
material is pulled from my head, seeing a long line  of homeless people stretching 
into the gloom of the room.  Each  carrying a can or a box or a bag.  
Seeing them waiting and then  finally with a signal from the black man who is 
sitting at the table,  walking forward, one at a time.  Sitting in shock as I 
hear them offering  to exchange and barter their goods for me.  More shocked 
as they step close  to inspect me, then nodding their heads and upping and 
offer, some turned down  others accepted.  Bartering for other items also 
going on; but after the  first two or three in line for my body, I lost track 
of the other  negociations.  The night was long as the smell of the unwashed 
bodies  announcing the arrival of each person.  Some stripping to use my 
mouth  and cunt, some just pulling their clothing aside.  A long line of men 
and  some women, taking my body, using it on their cocks and cunts.  Gagging  
with the rancid smell and taste of them as the long line enjoyed me, my new  
profession, "whore to the street  people."    
    
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