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Subject: {ASSM} Social Graces Finishing School Revisited (Chapter 1)
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Social Graces Finishing School  Revisited  (Chapter 1)
 
    A long time member of this  school, I have aged gracefully despite all 
the graces that I have learned and  endured in this school.  It has been 
almost five years since I first wrote  of this organization that is so 
necessary to a thriving community.  The  women of this school all have redeeming 
graces and actually have the necessary  skills and training to be ladies.
    The training is part of what I  do for Ms Sadie, as I have been with 
her since my mid thirties.  I am now  forty-five.  I will not bore you with 
trying to deceive you into believing  that the women at the school are ladies 
or women wanted to be trained to be  ladies.  Ms Sadie runs a quite 
successful escort service, specializing in  giving men and some women, a proper 
woman who will not embarrass them in  public.  In private, now that is another 
situation, as the ladies have  those private skills required.
    As I have mentioned, I have sort  of retired from being a full time 
escort.  My age and the requirements of  our clients tend to want younger more 
voluptuous women.  Some older men  still like a mature less sexual woman to 
be on their arm as they take in a  social event.  As I said, the women are 
trained in social skills and in  erotic ones if they are lacking.  
    The old Victorian house on  Hamilton Street a hulking structure, 
hinting of a long ago age of mansions that  lined the south side of Poughkeepsie.  
This is the home of the Social  Graces Finishing School.  Smiling, as once 
many years ago it was a  finishing school for ladies to learn the social 
graces.  How shocked those  prim and proper ladies would be to know what the 
function of the school is  now.
    Tonight, this evening there will  be a dinner party at the Vanderbilt 
Mansion in Hyde Park.  The lower floor  housing the ballroom will be used and 
a meal catered using the refurbished lower  kitchen.  A holding company has 
purchased a large parcel of acreage between  Hyde Park and Poughkeepsie, 
across from the Culinary Institute of America and  will be developing it into 
a multi use facility to include hotel, conference  center, townhouses and 
mall, with lots of open air uses in addition.  The  development has even drawn 
the Governor to attend this party and many of the  local politicians.
    Waiting in the back room,  listening to the quiet conversation of the 
"ladies" gathered and hoping to be  chosen for this gala affair, I stand back 
and watch.  Seems like ten or  more of these women will be picked as 
escorts for this function.  I know I  was requested as an escort and dressed 
accordingly.
    Wondering as usual if I am  overdressed; but enjoying the social 
exposure and not thinking of myself as just  a woman on an important man's arm.  
Looking down at my metallic blue lace  gown with 3/4 length bolero sleeves.  
A satin trimmed dropped waist bodice  with a pleated lace skirt and 
spaghetti straps.  Back zipper and hook and  eye closure.  Standing tall in silver 
opened heels, silk pale blue thigh  high stockings with a pale blue garter 
belt.  An azure thong and strapless  cotton azure back closure bra.  The long 
pleats showing off my long  legs.  The hips flaring a little more then I 
would like; but taking the  eyes away from the small breasts.
    For a change wearing jewelry, a  necklace of oval topaz, circled by 
white sapphires on a thin silver chain.   Pierced earrings, against oval topaz, 
with white sapphire chips.  And  finally a small gold ankle bracelet with 
the letter R scribed on it.   Smoke grey eye liner and clear lip gloss and my 
nails painted smoke grey,  fingers and toes.  Hair pulled back in a french 
braid and daubs of my  favorite perfume Red on my pulse points.
    Looking quite the proper lady  for this event and the people attending. 
 What will be required past that,  still to be determined, at least by me.  
The other ladies, milling around,  expecting to be picked, hoping to as the 
escort fee is high even for the most  innoculous reason.  And the potential 
for more dates of this nature  higher.
    A simple system is how she works  her business, well this one anyway.  
She has other services that are  offered; but not as "high class" as this.  
I have worked for her in her  clubs and adult stores and houses.  Also 
escort work and  demonstrations.  Needless to say they don't pay as much and earn 
you the  reputation as a low class adult worker.
    No money changes hands.  It  is all a handshake that seals the deal.  
The costs are determined by what  is expected of the girl.  A deck of playing 
cards will tell all that is  needed.  A girl is never expected to exceed 
her limits.  A red suited  card will mean that it is a simple escort and the 
number of the card will tell  the hours that the service will last.  A black 
card and the number will  tell the number of hours that the girl is expected 
to be available to pleasure  her client.  A picture card, a Jack or Knave 
is BDSM, a Queen that anything  in your sexual repertoire is allowed.  A King 
that it may be more then just  the two of you.  Each woman or man will find 
that Ms Sadie takes a fee of  20-50% in my case 20%.  The client can 
decline the girl within an hour of  picking her up by returning the card to Ms 
Sadie.   Otherwise the card  is given to the woman so she knows what are the 
parameters of the session.   I hope that was not a boring or confusing 
explanation.
    The girls being called one by  one to be picked or interviewed by 
potential clients.  Ms Sadie's picture  book and write ups on the girl usually 
giving enough information for a  decision.  Seeing that a variety of age 
groups being selected, as I await  my client.  As usual I am the oldest of the 
group at the ripe old age of  forty-five.  Still no coloring in  my dark brown 
hair and eyes are  still hazel and I have not tried to work contacts into 
my look.  My glasses  are what makes me look less likely to be mistaken for a 
"call  girl."
    Walking to Ms Sadie as she calls  me to the front parlor to meet my 
client.  No apprehension or dismay as I  will accept the client with no 
questions asked.  My limits are well known  as well as my talents.  Most of the 
ladies do not try to put restrictions  on Ms Sadie as to age of the client or 
color or religion or looks.  You  have listed what you are willing to do and 
from their the client  chooses.
    The parlor looking as Victorian  as the house itself.  The furniture 
most likely from another period of time  as I walk into the room and look at 
my client.  Sitting down as he holds my  chair and initialing that I am 
taking the contract.  Ms Sadie handing the  man an envelope with my particular 
card or cards in it.  
    Taking the proffered hand of the  gentleman.  "Mr. Nachtwald, may I 
present Ms Raven Bane.  I do believe  that you know each other from a number of 
years back."  A curtsey and then  a kiss on his cheek as I acknowledge him. 
 "My pleasure to see you again  Mr. Nachtwald."  A smile wreathing my face. 
 The man looking little  different from four or five years ago.  A lean 
man, 5'8" and well  built.  White hair short cropped and ice cold blue eyes.  
Still not  sure if he is in his fifties or sixties; but it is a number that 
really doesn't  matter.
    "My pleasure liebchen."   His smile on his lips; but not touching his 
eyes.  He is a German  financier.  Most likely involved directly with the 
project for this  event.    A very expensive three piece pin stripped suit his  
trade mark dress.  His hand reaching to pin a corsage on my gown.   Feeling 
the coolness of his fingers as they touch the open top.
    Being led to the front door and  down the steps to the waiting limo,  a 
Grey Ghost.  Being handed  into the limo, as he steps in to sits next to 
me.  
    The darkened windows hiding  the us from the outside world.  "You look 
lovely my dear Raven.   And I knew who I wanted without having to review Ms 
Sadie's catalog.  You  are exactly the image I want to show those this 
evening.  And I know that  you are two women Raven.  The lady that will attend me 
at the event and  then the woman that will attend me later."
    His hand taking the envelope  from his pocket and opening it and 
showing me the playing cards inside.  A  Joker and then another joker sliding from 
behind the first.  No surprise on  my part if that is what he expected.  
Those are the same two cards that he  had the last time we met.  The Joker 
basically meaning, I have no limits  for the next twenty four hours.  The 
second joker meaning the same.   He has bought my services for the next 48 hours. 
 
    The first card placed in my bag  to redeem it with Ms Sadie as I am now 
on the clock so to speak.  Mr  Nachtwald very German in his peculiar needs. 
 My eyes watchful as I all too  well know what my time will be, and that I 
will earn every dollar that the card  represents.
    "Let me help you off with your  top my dear."  Leaning forward and 
slipping the bolero top from my  shoulders, exposing the bare skin, the top of 
my dress supported by the thin  spaghetti straps.  His hand reaching behind 
and slipping the hook and  eye and then  the thin zipper and then dropping 
the straps to the  sides.  His hand deftly undoing the rear clasp on my 
strapless  bra.
    "Let me see those lovely breasts  Raven.  Those nipples need attention 
and you respond so well to  attention."  Mr Nachtwald turning away to a an 
overnight bag on the seat  across from him.  
    My hands slipping down the front  of my dress and the bra and exposing 
the small mounds of my breasts, and yes the  fat tips already hard and 
thick.   
    "Yes, they are very lovely and I  am sure they are still responsive."  
His fingers reaching to touch the  swollen nipples.  My eyes closing as he 
cups my breasts and his thumb  lightly strums over the sensitive tissue.  A 
soft moan of pleasure as his  fingers slowly roll the hard tips in his 
fingers and a moan and groan as his  finger pads pinch the tips hard.  Trying not 
to move as he fondles and  massage the soft mounds with an alternating 
gentleness and hard pawing.  My  heart beat increasing as I take a deep breath as 
I wait his pleasure.  What  he desires of me is my pleasure for this night. 
 What he deems to allow me  is the pleasure I will get this night.
    Eyes on his face as he reaches  behind him and shows me the matched 
clover clamps.  His mouth lowering to  kiss and suckle gently at each of my 
nipples.  My eyes closing as I enjoy  the pleasure.  I know it is short lives, 
as his fingers now grasp my left  nipple and attaches the butterfly clamp 
onto the aroused bud.  The spring  clamping firmly on my nipple, as I suffer 
the pain of the clamp.  The other  nipple adorned the same.  The clamps gold 
with a finely worked gold chain  joining them.  His eyes holding mine as he 
flicks his finger against the  chain, the clamps pulling tighter with just a 
little pressure.  My eyes  closing as I hiss to release the pain.  Taking 
another deep breath to try  to master the tightly squeezed flesh, numbing and 
aching dully.
    "You look beautiful like that  Raven, I so wish that we might show you 
off at the dinner like this.  You  are so ladylike in your perfect outfit, I 
wonder what everyone would say if I  could bring you as I picture you 
looking perfect.  Gold jewelry with drape  your body as your only clothing.  Gold 
clamps and chains and  manacles.  Finely wrought by master craftsmen."  His 
fingers teasing  the clamped breasts.  "I should have told Ms. Sadie how I 
wanted you to  dress to allow for certain adornments.
    His lips kissing the already  sore nipples.  Then slipping the bra from 
my arms and slipping the dress  back up over my breasts.  Looking at the 
affect of the clamps on my  breasts, barely covered by the thin material of my 
dress.  The dress having  enough room in the bodice that the outline of the 
clamps just press against the  front.  
    "Now sit back my dear  woman."  Leaning back against the seat back as 
his hands lift the ankle  length hem of my skirt up and bundling it up and 
handing it to me.  His  eyes looking at the juncture of my legs and  lower 
torso.  Studying it  as he might one of his blueprints.  The bare skin under 
the straps of my  garter belt.  His head cocked to the side for a moment.  "Do 
you need  the belt to hold up your stockings Raven?"  
    "Yes, I do Mr Nachtwald, I  didn't know that I should wear thighs 
highs.  Would you like the belt and  stockings off?"  A shake of his head.  
    "Slip your thong down as I want  to make some necessary additions to 
your "  Complying as I hold my skirt up  and slide my thong down to my knees.  
"Spread my dear."  Parting my  legs wide and exposing the full lips of my 
outer labia.  "Now slip to the  edge of the seat."  Watching as he turns away 
and then back to me, feeling  the slick touch and then grunting softly as I 
feel the butt plug being inserted  into my rose.  A cork screw motion as he 
drips the lube around the tip and  works the thick knob into my dark hole.  
Feeling the fullness of the stubby  tip as it spreads my asshole around it. 
 Knowing that is going to be an  uncomfortable feeling as I don't suppose 
it will be coming out  soon.
    Then closing my eyes as his  fingers touch the my warm labia.  Not sure 
what is the plan for this part  of my body; but knowing that it will not be 
entirely pleasant.  His fingers  pushing the outer lips apart and then 
tugging on the inner ones.  Trying to  decide I would guess on what he will use 
to adorn my lower body.  Feeling  the clamp bite into the flesh of my outer 
lip.  Holding my breath to  contain the pain, and then the pull on the 
sensitive flesh as her lets a small  weighted ball hang down on a short chain.  
Then a matching clamp and weigh  on the other side.  The weights tugging on 
the lips, lengthening them  obscenely to stick out past my opening.
    Hearing the next item; before  feeling it touch my folds, the small egg 
vibrating against my still hooked clit  as he hold it firmly to my flesh.  
My eyes staring back at him for a few  seconds and then fluttering as the 
intense vibrations, cause me to lose  concentration.  A hiss of sound as I try 
to take a breath and hold  it.  My eyes closing as I lay back on the seat 
and hunch my hips to his  hand.  My thighs tense as I try to hold myself 
still.  The low laugh  drawing my eyes open as he smiles his triumph.
    The limo pulling into a parking  lot as I look out and then back to Mr 
Nachtwald.  A question in my  look.  "I told the driver not to pull into the 
estate till I told  him.  I want you ready and primed for this dinner and 
dance my dear."   His fingers shifting the egg lower, to rub on my slit and 
force it between the  warm flesh of my entrance.  The jiggling egg, now 
enclosed in my pussy, the  sound of it more a dull sound pulsing in my body then 
an audible one  now.
    "We will test your control my  dear, and I know you pride yourself on 
it."  A pair of matched metal balls  inserted into my pussy with the egg.  I 
can already feel the vibration of  the egg against the balls, a clinking of 
sound, almost like a soft tinkle.   "Now pull up your thong carefully.  I 
want you to jam the material between  your lips to hold the eggs and balls 
inside of you; but allow the lips to hang  out on either side."
    Obeying his instructions, and  carefully pulling my thong up the 
waistband over my hips and the middle panel  digging between my cunt lips and ass 
cheeks.  The butt plug annorying as  the thong string pushes on it and the 
fuller front panel, bulging my labia apart  and holding the balls and egg 
inside of me.
    A sigh of relief as he turns the  vibrator off.  As if there is total 
silence, as my body isn't alive with  the endless vibration.  Straightening 
my skirt around me and finally  kneeling on the floor of the limo, to sort of 
get a feel and look of how my  added jewelry will lay on my body.  If I 
keep my legs parted, the hanging  clamps and weighs will not show in the front 
and their is just enough freedom so  the bulge of my cunt lips will not look 
obscene.
    Reaching to my back to zip up my  top now, but stopped as he pushes it 
down to my waist.  Watching as he  pulls out a few flat weights, and 
delicately hangs them from the draping chain  connecting my nipples together.  The 
weighs light; but each one pulling the  nipple clamps tighter.  Again using 
my breathing to control the immediate  pain.  Then waiting till it becomes a 
dull ache.  Slipping the top up  on my breasts, the thing strings holding 
it up and then zipping and hooking the  back.  The bolero top just showing a 
square of flesh just above my  breasts.
    Sitting down again, not feeling  any unsightly bump in my dress, and 
seeing his nod of approval.  "Nothing  visible my dear.  If you do use the 
restrooms, you may take the clamps off  while there, otherwise, it will be a 
very long evening."
    Outwardly looking ladylike and  composed; but already his exquisite 
jewelry is taking a toll on me.  And  yes it is going to be a very long night, 
in public and I am sure in  private.
    The limo in motion again as we  pull back onto Route 9 and into the 
tall stone entrance to the estate, the  car crossing the stone bridge and to 
the circle in front of the main  entrance of the building.
    Mr Nachtwald, handing me out of  the car and a short walk up the steps 
to the main entrance.  The stone  facade awe inspiring and more so as this 
was one of the smaller of the  Vanderbilt estates.  Noting with a quick 
glance, that no sign of the clamps  visible as I climb the steps.  The sway of my 
body giving motion to the  weights on the nipple clamps and the weighs on 
the labia clamps.  Not  letting it show as I feel the tightening on the 
already partially numb,  partially aching flesh.  The vibration inside my vagina, 
already having  started again while still in the car.
    I know I am imagining it; but I  can hear the vibration and click of 
the metal balls inside of me as I  walk.  At least he has the egg at a low spee
d at present; but I know that  will not last for long.  The man is a real 
out and out sadistic bastard;  but who am I to judge, as obviously I am quite 
a nasty slut and masochist.   The butt plug feeling so uncomfortable and I 
am hoping that there is no obvious  sign of it in the back of my skirt.  
There shouldn't be; but I can't look  back at my ass and won't look back.
    Taking Mr Nachtwald's arm  looking around the ballroom as he stops to 
talk with a number of men.  The  dining room able to handle maybe twenty; but 
the ballroom set up with circular  table around the perimeter able to deal 
with a much large number.  Somehow  you would expect a string quartet to 
play in the room; but a DJ is setting up to  spin some CDs.
    My gown fitting in quite nicely  with the attire of the other "ladies". 
 Chit chatting with some of the  women and men I know, most met as a result 
of Social Grace's.  The stuffy  affairs seem to draw the same men and 
women, with some minor  adjustments.
    The appetizers circulated  with glasses of champagne and other drinks 
if requested.  Thanking Mr  Nachtwald as he hands me a glass and tells me to 
enjoy.  Sipping it slowly  to make it last till the dinner, as I don't want 
to become to inebriated or have  to use the facilities too often.  Never 
having been here for a function,  wondering what they might actually be.
    Only mildly distracted by the  vibration between my legs, or should I 
say in my lower body, as Mr Nachtwald,  has kept the egg on a low setting.  
Well for the most part, he did turn it  high and made me jerk in surprise for 
just a moment.  I gave him a hard  stare; but he just smiled that smile 
that did not touch his cold blue  eyes.  His way of reminding me that he 
controls the  situation.
    Before we sat down for the  dinner, he allowed me to use the facilities 
and take off the clamps that have  been on longer then I would have liked.  
Gently undoing the ones on my  labia and feeling the relief and quick pain, 
as the weights no longer pull on  the delicate flesh.  Then slipping off my 
bolero and and straps on my gown  and looking at the darkly swollen 
nipples, squeezed by the clover clamps.   Taking a deep breath and holding it as I 
slip off the weights on the chain and  then release the clamp on my right 
breast.  Grasping at the sink as I  hiss with tears in my eyes as the blood 
flows quickly to the sore and bruised  nipple.  Shaking for long seconds as I 
grasp the ceramic countertop so as  not to touch the rock hard tip.  The 
pain and pleasure alternating as the  blood flows back and then the dull ache 
of the bruised flesh.  The other  nipple causing similar responses; but more 
intense as I fight the urge to not  take the clamp off.  The pain buckling 
my legs and feeling a sweat ready to  break out on my body as I tremble and 
fumble with the clamp.  Hissing  again, as I take a deep breath and sway with 
the flow of sensation.  Eyes  closing as I am relieved of all but the 
annoying egg at present.
    Pulling my top up and straps  holding it in place, as I gently settle 
the small breasts in the top.  I  know I am going to be aware of the thin 
material for the rest of the night, as  it brushes against the aching tips.  
Replacing the bolero and looking to  see the outline of my nipples against the 
material as I stand  straight and  brush a little water over my face.  The 
cold water cooling and soothing to  some extent as I take the small clamps 
and weighs in my hand and kiss  them.  Then placing them in my hand bag as I 
walk back to the milling  crowd.  
    Opening the bag and handing the  jewelry back to Mr Nachtwald, his hand 
brushing my left breast and nipple,  causing my to release a soft moan to 
his amusement.  To be honest, I am  with Mr. Nachwald; because my limits are 
quite expansive and am listed as a pain  slut in not so many words.  Many 
girls would not and will not work the BDSM  clients.
    The egg moving to a higher speed  now and then slipping back after I 
get the message through my lower body that  even without clamps, he can make 
my time here........distressful.  The bump  of his hand against my sore 
nipple already his way of letting me know.  
    Leading me to our table and  holding the chair for me as we sit down to 
dinner, nodding to the other  occupants of the table, of whom I know half.  
The introductions and drink  order quickly taken as the DJ slips on some 
soft music to settle the  crowd.
    That lovely nestling egg playing  a very disturbing tune inside of my 
body as it rests at a very low setting and  then revs up to a high and back 
again to a more moderate and then a steady  high.  Controlling my response to 
the stimulus is possible; but not easily  with the ever changing frequency 
of vibrations.  Needless to say that I am  a responsive person, even not 
visibly.  The clamps painful as they were on  my body, have already oiled my 
inner machinery with a slickness of pleasure that  is still a dampness in my 
jammed thong.
    I know I am imagining it; but I  inhale and I would swear that I can 
smell my musky scent wafting from under the  table.  Mr Nachtwald leaning to 
whisper in my ear.  "My dear, would  you like to have the egg removed."  
Nodding my head as I feel the warm  breath washing over my ear and tickling the 
sensitive flesh of my  neck.
    "The man next to you looks like  a pleasant enough fellow and seems to 
enjoy looking at women.  I would like  you to give him a little manual 
stimulation here at the table and make his  evening a little better."  His teeth 
teasing my ear lobe.  "For that  favor to the man, I would be willing to 
allow you to remove the egg."  His  lips a soft kiss on my neck, just behind my 
ear.
    Turning to look at him and  giving him a little nod of assent.  Being 
the number of people at this  function and the size of this room for dinner 
and dancing, we are a little bit  crowded at the circular table.  If the man 
does not object, then I should  be able to accomplish this with a minimum of 
decrepit effort.
    A small smile on my wide lips as  I turn to make small talk with my 
neighbor.  He is a little familiar and it  turns out he with the DOT that will 
have much input into this project.   Nothing really distinguishing about him 
physically; but a pleasant man to talk  with.  Middle age, being around 
45-50 I would judge, medium build a little  soft in the belly, a little 
balding.  And he does have a sense of humor,  liking to crack jokes.  Some simple 
ones, others a little risque as he sees  I am not objecting to the content.
    With the wall behind us and the  long table cloths, I can see this 
possibly working out to my satisfaction, well  lets say to his satisfaction.  
Smiling to myself as I think this.  My  hand covering his as I laugh at one of 
his off color jokes, eyes looking to his  half lidded, lips parted with my 
tongue moving to wet my lips.  Feeling his  hand moving slightly at my 
touch; but staying in place as I  stroke the  back of it with my index finger.  
    Having gotten his attention, as  I talk across the table, my hand still 
touching his and then dropping to my  lap.  A sort of sleight of hand as I 
make conversation with the table in  general and my hand moves from my lap 
to touch my new friend, Ron's thigh.   Not looking at him as my hand rubs his 
trouser leg and not finding any adverse  reaction to my hand, moving it to 
the top of his thigh.   My other  hand resting on  Mr Nachtwald's leg.
    Turning to my new friend and  whispering quickly into his ear, asking 
him to pull his chair into the table and  a little closer to me.  My hand 
squeezing his leg, feeling the warmth of  his leg through the material of his 
pants and sliding the hand  higher.
    Feeling the bulge in his  trousers as I adjust my arm and hand to trace 
it.  Sighing loud enough for  Ron to hear, as I let the conversation move 
away from me as I watch the others  talking, led by Mr. Nachtwald, who is 
facilitating.  The vibration at a  medium level as my thighs tense and clench 
on the egg bouncing against my  walls.
    The DJ with a loud song banging  the walls.  Leaning again to Ron, my 
voice soft in his ear.  "Could  you do me a favor and open your fly and let 
me feel thing."  Watching as he  turns to me and then his hands reach under 
the table and move to pull his zipper  down.  My hand fumbling at the opening 
and then feeling his hand freeing  his swollen organ.  Nothing special 
about his cock, normal length and girth  as far as I can tell, as my hand 
strokes against the warmth of the soft outer  shell of flesh, feeling the cock 
swelling more in my long slender fingers.   The steely core hardening and 
sporting a nice spongy mushroom  cap.
    Turning to speak with my client  as my hand works up and down the 
exposed length of the cock.  My nails  teasing the wide vein on the underside, 
pressing it to the core.  Removing  my hand from under the table and 
pretending to cover my mouth to cough, as my  tongue wets the fingers and palm.  Then 
returning it to the waiting member  and sliding my hand up and down, 
massaging and squeezing the veiny  shaft.
    My friend, seeming to be lost to  making conversation, as he sits glass 
of wine in his hand, nervously  sipping.  Admiring his stamina, as we have 
had our shrimp cocktail course  finished and salads in front of us as I 
continue to stroke his cock with one  hand.
    Leaning to him again. "let me  know when you might be cumming."  His 
head nodding in assent.  "Oh,  you have a nice cock."  Seeing him flush at my 
comment.
    My arm a little awkward as I  slowly continue to work the shaft and 
head, feeling the precum, slick in my  fingers as it oozes from the pee slit.  
The movement of his body and the  flaring of his mushroom cap, giving me 
notice of his impending release.   That and his hand white knuckled on his 
glass.
    Wishing I could work my hand  better on his cock; but I think it would 
be very obvious what I was doing.   Fingers pads moving over the gland, as I 
rake my nail against the underside,  where the head and shaft meet.  Then 
covering my palm over his cock head  and feeling the first spurt of warm 
cream.  Hoping no one is paying  attention to him as he coughs and coughs, each 
spurt a thick gout of seed  filling and coating my palm.  Wondering if I am 
going to leave him a nice  stain on his pants. as I wipe my hand in his 
napkin on his lap and then milk the  final strings of semen from his softening 
organ.
    Sighing as I slip my hand and  the napkin from his lap, leaving his 
cock sort of tucked at the entrance of his  fly.  Normally I would have showed 
respect and cleaned his cock and a soft  kiss to the head to thank him; but 
thinking that won't work in this  situation.
    Looking at him as my hand drops  the napkin on my lap, and then putting 
my napkin next to his place.  "Thank  you."
    Thinking I see relief in his  face from the cumming and from the stress 
of the situation being over.  The  hum of the egg loud in my mind's ear, as 
I feel the vibrations pounding inside  of me, not having noticed the 
increase in the level as I worked my hand  job.
    Lifting the napkin from my lap  and opening it partially to show it to 
Mr. Nachtwald.  His soft laugh, and  then the egg going quiet.  Swiping a 
finger in the gooey mess and licking  it tasting the spilt seed.  Almost 
regretting the lack of sensation in my  core, as I can feel my walls needy.  
"May, I be excused?"  Stepping  away for a few minutes, to slip off my damp 
thong and working my muscles to hold  the egg inside as I return to the table.
    Leaning to Ron, and whispering  in his ear.  "A little memento."  
Stuffing my thong in his jacket  pocket.  Turning to Mr Nachtwald, would you like 
your egg back Sir?"   With the nod of his head, reaching under the table to 
lift my skirt and open my  legs and tilting my hips up as I force the 
tantalizing egg from inside of my  body.  Feeling it slick and slimey with my 
grease as I palm it.   "Shall I clean it Sir?"  His nod, as I place it in my 
mouth and clean my  slime from the surface.  Tasting my cunt coating it as my 
tongue laves it  with attention.  Then pushing it into my napkin and drying  
it.
    Most of his toys now gone from  my body, though I still feel the 
affects of each as a pleasurable or aching  residue.  The butt plug still 
annoying; but firmly in place, keeping my  ring stretched.   The main meal 
uneventful, other then Ron seems to be  a good friend now.  Smiling, as sit listening 
to the speakers, extolling  the merits of this project.  Finding this time 
is most likely, "the lull  before the storm."
    Knowing Mr. Nachtwald as a  competitive man, I expect that he will want 
to use some different and I am sure  same methods of amusing his BDSM side. 
 His attention the last time with  him, did leave me sore and marked for 
more time then usual.  But he did not  take my "safeword" from me.  Maybe he 
will "break me" this time.  The  thought of it scary and exciting as he has 
worked many of my kinks and  sometimes, a few more seconds on one could well 
be the tipping point over the  course of a session.  Not a single thing to 
tip the scale; but the  combination of pain/pleasure and emotions riding that 
roller  coaster.
    Mr Nachtwald quite an  accomplished dancer as he leads me around the 
floor.  His hand warm and  firm on my back, his other holding my hand in a 
strong grip.  Moving with  him smooth and airy, as I feel his warm breath 
against my face and neck.   Looking into his eyes and seeing once again the cold 
stare.  His eyes  assessing me or thinking on a project.  No real way to 
figure what is going  on behind his eyes.  The smile appearing and disappearing 
quickly.   "My dear Raven, you are a light on your feet.  Liebchen, I am  
going to enjoy this night and seeing if you will be willing to give to me 
that  word.  The one I desire to hear from your lips or signaled by your  
hand."  His voice soft; not threatening; but so sure and confident.   And veiled 
in his words is the challenge that he has put forth.
    "Physically, you are willing to  absorb a lot of abuse Raven; but the 
physical, the mental and the emotional  working together will find a point 
where you will reach the breaking  point".  His hand releasing mine and 
stroking the hair back from my  cheek.  The warmth belying the coldness of his 
eyes and words.  "I  know your limits, or the ones that you have stated in your 
profile.  And I  know that they can be stretched and bent and manipulated 
as you will allow; but  will also fight back.  That is what I want from you 
Raven.  Your  resistance, your unwillingness to be broke.  Watching you try 
to decide to  fight or give in, that will be what I want from you."
    His hand slipping lower to the  curve of my lower back and pulling me 
in tight to him for a few seconds.   The bulge pressing on my mound as we 
whirl around the dance floor again.   Such a self centered bastard, knowing 
that I find his personality  attractive.  My breasts rubbing on his jacket 
front, and aching through the  thin material of my dress.  Biting back a hiss as 
the hard sore buttons  throb with a dull pain and exquisite pleasure.
    Wondering how I have come into  this duality of pain and pleasure and 
so wanting, so needing to merge one with  the other.  Wasn't my upbringing or 
Catholic schooling that brought me to  this crux.  My long skirt flaring 
behind me as we twirl one more  time.  His hand relaxing and leading me back 
to our  table. 
    Bending his head to mine as he  positions the chair for me as I sit 
down.  The gentleman in so many ways,  the facade of the dominant sadist hidden 
so ingeniously.  "My dear, you  have done well to give a hand job to our 
table companion; but now I desire that  you find a companion here and give him 
oral or genital sex or both.  I will  be busy for awhile with business so 
complete this task and report back to  me.  I would prefer you do one of 
each; but both on the same person would  be acceptable; but not complimentary to 
your skill set."  His lips pressing  my cheek for just a moment as he walks 
away to a group of men and women  discussing the project.  
    My eyes moving around the table,  then expanding to the immediate area 
around me as I search for a potential  partner.  Walking to the bar in the 
corner and ordering a double single  malt on a small rock as I look around 
again.  Appraising the male pool and  which men seem to have shown some 
interest in me as I walked to the bar.  
    Chit chat and small talk of a  risque nature, piquing interest from 
some and finally being rewarded with a  dance from an older gentleman.  Letting 
him decide on how familiar  his hands hold me as we dance, then slipping my 
arms down to hold him by  the waist, gently pulling him closer and finally 
leaning my head on his  shoulder, bodies touching and barely shuffling to an 
old slow standard.   Finding the opportunity to thrust my hips forward to 
rub on his lower body and  rewarded with a stiffness that I am sure is not 
his wallet.  Stepping one  of my legs inside of his as we move slowly in one 
corner of the dance  floor.  
    No reluctance as I allow him  more and more freedom in body contact.  
His breathing a bit heavy and his  heartbeat speeding up as my lips find his 
neck and give a soft kiss to the warm  skin.  Smelling the odor of sweat and 
seeing a sheen of moisture on his  skin as the dance comes to and end. 
    Looking across at Mr. Nachtwald  and seeing him engrossed in 
conversation, then taking my partner's hand and  leading him to a side entrance and 
out of the ball room.  "Let's walk a  bit."  My hand leading him to a copse of 
trees, the clear night stars,  partially obscured as we stand looking back 
at the Victorian Mansion.  The  lights in the lower level windows and the 
music and conversation hinting at  the once grandeur of this estate.
    Turning to my dance partner and  looking him in the face, then leaning 
to brush his lips with mine.  Tongue  tip tracing the upper, then lower lip. 
 His arms reaching out to my waist,  holding me for a moment and then 
pulling me closer.  My  tongue slipping into his warm mouth, touching the 
hardness of his teeth as  I find his tongue and tease it with mine.
    Hands  wrapping around his  lower back and pulling us closer together.  
Feeling his groin and bulge  against my mound, as I rock slowly on my 
heels.  Grinding my pubes into his  body, feeling the firmness of his organ.
    Catching my breath as I break  free of his mouth and smiling a small 
smile, as I reach down to my skirt and  pull it up as I kneel in front of this 
man, with an unknown name.  My  fingers finding his belt with one hand, as 
my other traces the outline of  his arousal.  hearing the gasp of his breath 
as I unhitch his belt and the  tab of his trousers and then pull the zipper 
down with a soft whisk of  sound.  Fumbling at the fly of his jockeys and 
then just pulling them and  his pants down around his knees.  
    The warm touch of his cock  springing against my cheek.  Barely able to 
see the outline of his  cock.  My hand well familiar with the workings of 
the shape and feel  of a man's organ.  Blowing a warm breath over the swollen 
knob.   Feeling the shiver in his cock and body.  Smiling as I lean into 
him and  touch my tongue tip against the smooth velvety gland.  Swiping it 
over and  around the spongy top and the flared ridge.  Then holding it at the  
base, as I move my tongue from bottom to top.  My tongue tip pressing  and 
following the thick vein on the underside.  Then  pulling the  shaft down and 
opening my lips, encircling the fat head, feeling it press  my lips open 
more, and then sealing them around the shaft.
    A slow bob of my head on the  veiny shaft.  Tongue laving the fat head, 
tasting the oozing slick of  precum as it slips from the distended cum 
slit.  Feeling his hands  on my head, tensing as I work his cock slowly with my 
mouth.  One  hand moving to the nut sack swaying between his legs.  Palming 
it and  curling my fingers slowly to massage the delicate orbs.  His legs 
rocking  into my face now, pushing his cock deeper, almost teasing the back of 
my throat  as I move my head up and down the soft outer skin, feeling the 
hard  core.
    Shifting on my knees, thankful  that I am kneeling on grass and not 
stones.  Inhaling his musk.   shivering as I respond so easily to a man's 
scent.  My labia swollen, as I  squeeze them tight.  My own grease is oozing from 
between the folds of my  lips.
    Leaning back as I look up at the  man, his cock beating a wet tattoo 
against my cheek.  A soft whisper in the  night, "shall I continue with my 
mouth, or would you like to stick it someplace  else?"
    His hands pulling me up from my  knees, looking around.  Taking his 
hand and leading him to a tree.   Bending over bracing against the bole as I 
pull my skirt up and draping it over  my back.  My long legs and ass cheeks 
bare as I bend over and present him  with a willing target.
    The man shuffling over holding  up his pants and then standing behind 
me and reaching underneath with his hand  to find the full pouty lips of my 
wet pussy.  My eyes closing at the  contact and then opening again.  Giving 
him the sound of a loud moan to  encourage his attention.  Letting him think 
that his fingers, fumbling at  my lips are arousing me with his knowing 
attention.  Actually thinking that  this man has never fucked in this position 
before.
    His hand slipping from between  my legs and then his pubic hair 
tickling my ass cheeks as he slips his cock  between my thighs.  Using one hand to 
guide him into the  warm swollen  entrance.  A soft moan as the head splits 
the lips and presses into the wet  opening.  My heart beating faster as the 
head fills the entrance and then  slides easily into the tunnel.  The walls 
closing on the man's engorged  prick. A hiss of pleasure as I feel him lean 
into my ass cheeks and push the  head down the tunnel.  Then him pulling 
back and the head popping  out.  The man fumbling again and then pushing it 
into my pussy once  again.  His strokes shorter now as he works it in and out 
in a steady  rhythm.  
    His ragged breathing telling of  his arousal, his hands on my hips 
holding me to his body as his ass jerks and  fucks my wet hole.  The jerky 
stroke, telling me that he has reached his  limit and then his hands pulling me 
tight.  Cock head swelling, releasing  his seed against my slick walls, 
coating me with his cream.  A number  of  quick jerks announcing each spraying of 
my insides and then him just  laying against my ass and back.  My walls 
squeezing his cock, milking  it.  
    His body moving from mine as he  pulls free.  A soft wet sound of my 
cunt lips closing the opening as he  slides free.  Clenching my walls to try 
to hold back his cum inside of me  as I turn and careful of my skirt kneel 
again in front of him.  Finding his  slimey cock and taking it into my mouth.  
Tonguing and sucking the juices  from his softening skin.  Tasting his seed 
and my grease as I hold his cock  in my hand and blow on it, drying it.  
Then a soft kiss on the tip of his  cock head.  
    Looking up in the  darkness.  "Thank you, that felt so good and I 
needed a good fuck."   My words soft and reassuring in the night.  "Give me a 
moment to clean  up.  Would you have a handkerchief?"  Taking the proffered 
item and  not ladylike, swiping it against my cunt lips as I push his cum from 
inside of  my body.  Some of his seed still coating my walls; but hopefully 
not enough  to ooze out and stain my dress.
    The soggy hanky folded in my hand as  I let the man lead me back to the 
ballroom.  "Thanks."  His word terse  as he seems eager to leave me now.  A 
squeeze of his hand and walking away  to talk to another man.  Standing 
alone and seeing my client.  His  smile a question.  A nod of my head and 
letting him see the hanky in my  hand.
    Watching as he breaks away from  his conversation and comes over to 
where I have taken my seat back at the  table.  My skirt lifted under the table 
as I wipe away more of the leaking  cum from my fevered lips.  Using my 
free hand to open the hanky up to him,  exposing the glob of white cream.  
"First my mouth and then my cunt."   Then lifting the hanky to my face and 
licking the cream from the  cloth.
    Seeing his smile of approval as  I taste the seed that was emptied into 
my body.  Shyly lowering my  head.  "You have done good Raven, but the 
night is yet young and I have  some other tasks for you to complete."
    As the affair winds down, I sip  another double single malt and fend 
off the advances of the men around me.   Seems my dance partner has talked 
about his moonlight walk.  Walking out  the front of the Mansion and the Limo 
pulling in front and being handed into the  vehicle.  
    "You did all I asked of you  Raven.  Jerked off our tablemate, and 
sucked and fucked another at the  party.  Unfortunately you sucked and fucked 
the same person.  I wanted  you to take a load of cum in your belly and one in 
your pussy or ass.  For  that I will make sure you are aware that I expect 
total and complete  compliance.  Soon my dear we will take your butt plug 
out, I am sure it has  given you a lovely gaped asshole by now."
    The Limo driving only a short  distance and stopping at a motel in Hyde 
Park that is mostly used by the county  to pay for those miscreants who 
have no other place to live.  Being a Hyde  Park resident I am well aware of 
the reputation of this  establishment.
    "We have taken a room here  thanks to our chauffeur who has been busy 
while we have been partying."   The limo pulling up to an end unit.  "Now 
undress totally my dear to  include your shoes and jewelry."  Looking at him 
and then slipping off my  bolero top and then my gown.  Sliding it down my 
legs and folding it neatly  next to my top, then undoing my garter belt and 
rolling the blue silk stockings  down my legs.  Placing my stockings and garter 
belt on top of my dress and  my shoes below the seat on the floor.  My 
jewelry adding to the neat pile  of clothing.  Now sitting across from him 
totally naked, not a shy school  girl to hide my nakedness; but not a slut either 
to expose myself  blatantly.
    Accepting a small necklace of  gold from him and placing it around my 
neck.  Looking down at the small  crucifix dangling from the finely wrought 
links of gleaming metal.   Understanding the sick humor as I look across at 
him.  
    The limo idling in the parking  lot of the down trodden motel.  
"Kneel."  Slipping to my knees on the  floor of the car and looking up at him legs 
spread apart.  Not totally  surprised as I feel the touch of the prod 
against my nipple.  The bite of  the electric shock on the sensitive tip causing 
me to give him a loud groan and  a jerk of my body reacting to the unexpected 
shock.  Quickly taking in a  deep breath as I feel the touch on my other 
nipple.  The quick bite of the  electrical charge painful and over in a 
moment.  Just a moan and a twitch  as I am ready this time.  
    Kneeling as he works one nipple  and the other over with the prod.  
Touching it to my nipple and then  waiting and as seconds drag on the jolt of 
power.  The addition of my labia  and finally clit to the places of his 
touches also expected.  That is where  men tend to focus.  The circling prod 
moving and then striking like the  sudden bite of a snake on its victim.  A 
sheen of sweat now coating my body  as I feel my muscles and body tissue now 
straining more as the impulses force my  body to respond.  Tears in my eyes as 
I fight them back and not letting  them find my cheeks.  My body rocking on 
my knees as the strain of the  prods attention has me in a state of tension 
and arousal.
    My eyes closing as it moves the  prod along my labia, parting them 
deep.  Then caressing the smooth surface  of my small clitoris.  The sweat of my 
body making me more conductive of  these quick bolts of discharge.  Then a 
scream as the prod touches my clit  and "lights" it up with a hard charge.  
My body teetering on my knees as I  jerk with the pain and pleasure.  My 
cunt walls contracting hard as the  hands at my side clench digging my nails 
into my palms.  The tears now  released and sliding down my face to touch my 
clenching lips and then to my chin  to drip down and fall on my thighs.  His 
laughter low and making my skin  crawl with its evil sound.  He formed my 
tears with his attention and then  took them from me.  His finger wiping one 
from my cheek and placing it on  my lips.  
    Eyes searching his as I await  his next action.  Then watching as he 
attaches a leather collar to my neck  and then leather cuffs to my wrists and 
ankles.  Then pulling my wrist  behind my back and using a short chain 
attached to them to hold them  together.  My chest being thrust forward and the 
hard nipples sticking out  like feelers from my chest.  The tickling of his 
finger flicking the hard  nubs making me moan and then whimper as he 
continues to tease the ultra  sensitive tips.  My thighs tensing and a quick orgasm 
spasm inside of my  body.  He is well aware of the sensitivity of my 
nipples, easily able to  give me an orgasm just by touch and attention.  Something 
that scared many  boys and young men in school, as I would cum hard if they 
handle them for any  length of time.  
    His fingers lightly teasing  again as he jolts my ass cheek as we climb 
out of the car and into the darkness  of the poorly lit motel.  My feet 
bare feet touching the warmth of the  concrete, as I look nervously around and 
stand waiting for direction.   Mr.  Nachtwald, taking a leather bag and the 
chauffeur leading us to and  end room and opening the door with a key.  A 
shock of electricity urging me  into the room as the lights are flicked on to 
show the dreary decor of this  shoddy room.  The air musty and stagnant as I 
inhale.
    Taking in the appearance of the  room, threadbare bedding, the worn and 
stained carpeting complimenting the dingy  painted walls.  A little shiver, 
of distaste as I stand barefoot and naked  in the middle of the small room. 
 My eyes going to the bathroom and the  cramped facilities illuminated by 
the stark lights of this thirty a night  room.
    My mind thinking of all that  must have transpired in this room through 
the years that it has been used to  place the undercurrent of society.  
Whores, addicts, criminals other less  then respectable members of society.
    I know I have not been brought  here to take a nap, so the other 
options are open and most likely  pleasant.  The thought of lying on the bed, 
making me shiver again in the  still warmth of the room air.
    Looking at my client askance as  I stand and wait for his command as to 
what he wants of me.  His smile  always that cold parting of lips and the 
icy stare of his eyes.  The prod  jolting me again and again as he stands 
silent and works my body with shocks of  electricity.  The area of his touch 
like sparkers as flickers of light jump  from the twitching skin.
    Whimpering as the continued  touches in intimate parts have brought me 
to my knees as I tremble with the pain  and pleasure of his touch.  A sheen 
of sweat again wetting my body look at  him.  The moisture making me more 
conductive as he moves the stick along my  labia and between them.  The soft 
caress punctuated by a sudden electric  shock.  
    "You remember rooms like these  Raven from when you first bartered your 
body for money.  Of course you were  much younger and inexperienced.  
Working as a cheap whore, then working the  adult stores and strip clubs, lap 
dancing and blowing  men in the rest  rooms, fucking in the parking lots if you 
didn't have money for a  room."
    "You couldn't be choosey of the  men and yes, I believe some women that 
you traded your meager sexual skills for  money.  Sometimes in life things 
come full circle and now you are here  again in a twenty four hour motel 
room, or one you rented by the hour.   Look around isn't this all familiar?"
    "Stand up you cheap  whore."  Struggling to my feet and standing open 
legged in front of him as  he place his toy on the bed and takes out some 
thin flexible dowels from his  bag.  The innocuous wood, making me jump as he 
slaps it across my  breast.  The sting quick and then a series of them.  The 
first  annoying; but the continued strikes in the same area, causing my body 
to burn  with a steady pain.  My nipple hard and thrusting from my chest, 
the tip a  dark red and the mound of soft flesh around it a bright red.  C
losing my  eyes as I blink back tears and clenching my teeth to hold back a 
moan.  His  aim of a sexual nature as he works the other nipple and breast and 
then the fat  lips of my labia. 
    The flick of his wrist practiced  and precise, as he works the swollen 
tissue of my cunt lips and occasionally my  clit.  The pearl exposed and my 
body  cringing to escape the tap, tap,  tap of the stick.  The darer wood 
where it is striking attesting to the  moisture of my cunt wetting it.  My 
hands flexing behind me, held in place  to keep me from shielding my exposed 
body.  Body buckling in response to  the continued slaps of the thin dowels.  
Hissing and panting through dry  lips, as the pain is a dull ache on my 
nipples now and a steady stinging and  burning of my cunt lips and upper thighs. 
 
    My body still shaking in place  as he sets down his dowel, the second 
one from his bag as the first split.   "Now I think you are ready for next 
phase of your training Raven.  I will  take your "safeword" from you before we 
have finished my dear.  You will be  broken and begging for me to stop.  
Offering anything and that last thing  to me."
    Beckoning to someone behind me,  and then feeling the brush of bodies 
as I look at a couple of men that look like  they live full time in this 
motel and then a young woman.  One of the men  stripping and standing naked in 
front of me.  His hands moving over my  body, freely touching and pulling on 
my breasts and nipples.  His lips  finding mine and kissing with a bruising 
force.  Then hands on shoulders,  pushing me down to my knees and forcing my 
hand into his groin.  Pulling my  head back by my hair and looking with 
upraised eyes as he pinches my nostrils  and forces  his cock into my mouth.
    My lips sealing around it as he  grabs my head and forces my face 
against his groin as he rocks his hips.   Nothing sensual about this, as he fucks 
my mouth with a fevered  excitement.  His cock already hard and poking at 
my cheeks and the back of  my throat, as he rocks me on my knees, shoving my 
mouth onto his cock again and  again.  Skull fucking me as I gasp and 
sputter to keep my mouth sealed  around his cock.  My sore nipples jiggling 
against his legs.  The  young woman and man watching as this "derelict" uses my 
mouth for a cunt.   Trying not to look too closely at his hairy groin as it 
scratches against my  face.  His scent not the most pleasant I have 
encountered, or even the  worse; but not what I would prefer.  His hands taking my 
head hard and fast  as his turgid organ fills my mouth.  And then pulls my head 
off of his  cock.
    Fingers curling in my hair and  leading, dragging me to the bathroom.  
My body struggling to keep up with  him as he lifts the lid of the toilet 
and then pulls me in front of the  bowl.  His hand pushing my face down till 
it is wet with the water from the  bowl and then pulls it back quickly by my 
braid.  Feeling the cool  porcelain almost soothing my bruised nipples as 
they touch for a moment.   Gasping for breath as I try to focus, and look into 
the bowl, not sure if it was  clean when he pushed my face into it.
    Hearing the rustling of clothing  behind me and then feeling his naked 
body between my legs, pushing them apart as  I kneel.  My head again pushed 
into the cool water, trying to take a deep  breath as he holds it longer in 
the water, his body rubbing against mine from  behind and his cock finding 
the swollen, wet lips of my cunt.  Pushing them  apart, as he jams his cock 
deep and pushes my body into the front of the  toilet.
    My head thrashing as I try to  pull it back from his grip.  Eyes 
opening and feeling the water against  them as I inhale through my nose and choke 
as the water fills my nostrils and  throat.  My lungs burning as I try not 
to breathe in the water.   Feeling a panic as my body tenses and I rake my 
fingers against his stomach, not  able to push myself away or raise myself up 
from the bowl.  
    Finally feeling my head pulled  up and sputtering as I gasp and pull 
from fresh air.  Still choking water  from my open mouth.  Water streaming 
around my hair and face and down my  neck to wet my breasts and thighs as I 
kneel helplessly in front of the sleazy  toilet bowl. 
    His cock still delving deep in  my slick cunt as he holds my head up 
with his fingers squeezing at my  throat.  My eyes wide as I feel my walls 
squeezing on his cock as I again  gasp for air, this time from the hand on my 
throat.  Thrashing trapped  against the bowl and his slowly contracting hand 
as he pounds my body  hard.
    My neck released as he grabs my  hair again and barely getting a breath 
as he pushes my head into the water once  more.  My whole body trembling as 
I fight back helplessly to stop this man  from drowning me in this flea bag 
motel.  My mind shutting down, and just  registering what is happening 
around me, as I feel his press had into my ass  cheeks and then his cock spewing 
his seed deep into my body.  His hand  pulling my face up and out of the 
water.   The seed coating my cunt  and filling my womb as I shake unthinking 
on his cock.  Walls milking his  cock.  His last hard strokes pounding the 
bruised labia.
    Gasping and sputtering again as  my body is replenishing my oxygen in 
my bloodstream.  Being manipulated  like a doll, as he dips my head in the 
toilet water again and then reaches up  and flushes the water.  The cold water 
a shock to my system as I shiver and  then as he pulls me out of the bowl, 
I lay down on my side shaking and curling  into a fetal ball.  My cunt 
leaking cums as I lay back on my side and  register the feeling of my body and 
the sounds around me.  His foot kicking  my stomach and rolling me over and 
pulling me to a sitting position, then  kneeling to force his cock into my 
mouth, my tongue and lips cleaning it of his  cream and my juices.
    Hearing a moaning as I suckle  his cock, and then realizing it is 
coming from the other room.  Eyes  focusing again and seeing the hairy lower body 
of the man that just fucked  me.  His legs and upper body covered with 
multiple tattoos.  Not able  to see any tracks on his body as I try to sit up in 
the close confines of the  bathroom.
    Then man grabbing my hair and  dragging me back into the bedroom.  My 
client standing watching as I am  deposited on the floor at his feet.  
Looking up bedraggled and weak, as he  hands the man some money and dismisses him.
    Raising my head to look at the  other man fucking the girl on the bed 
hard, her youthful agile body, legs bend  back over her head as he makes a 
half cross of them and slams again and again  into his mushy cunt.  The wet 
slaps of flesh meeting and resisting loud in  the small room.  
    Mr. Nachtwald pulling out his  hard cock and jacking away at it as he 
watches the couple on the  bed.   The arching strings of warm seed settling 
on my body as I sit  beneath his spurting cock.  Not moving as the thick 
cream slowly runs down  my hair and face and chest to make sticky pools of goo 
on my  body.
    The young woman moaning loudly  now as the man now alternates, fucking 
into her cunt and ass with each  stroke.  The dimpling of his ass cheeks 
with each straining stroke  attracting my eyes as I watch, still recovering 
from the bathroom  fuck.
    Finally the man tensing and  shooting into the woman's pussy, then 
pulling free and shooting into her ass and  then just kneeling between her legs 
to let the rest of his seed spill across her  body.  Wiping his cock on her 
mound and then dismounting from the  bed.  The woman still holding her legs 
back as she has a soft smile on her  lips.  Watching as cum bubbles out of 
her pussy and ass,  the man  blocking my view as he pushes his cock to my 
face and obediently I lick and  clean if of his seed and her scum.  
    "Get up there and get the girl  off Raven.  And clean all of that semen 
from her body.  Inside and  out."  Seeing the man being paid as I climb on 
the bed and between the  young woman's spread legs.  My face touching the 
soft inner thighs, as  I lean down and suck at the seeping seed from her 
holes.  Her sweaty  arousal scent, half hidden by some cheap perfume, as I suck 
the cream into my  mouth and then lapping like a kitten at cream on her well 
used cunt labia.   Peeling the fat swollen lips back and with small kisses 
and licks and flicks of  my tongue working her genitalia.  
    Tongue swiping in a long swath  as it flattens against her ass ring and 
then moves across her taint and up the  nasty slut cunt lips.  finally 
elongating and flicking across her big  clit.  Swirling around the smooth button 
and pressing it with my lips as I  work her good.  Tongue tip forcing its 
way into her ass and teasing just  inside and then deeper into her cunt.  Her 
legs surrounding my head and  flexing to draw it deep against her cunt.  
    Mashing my face hard against the  slick walls.  My face shiney with 
assorted juices as I fuck her with my  mouth.  Not hearing someone in the room; 
but feeling a body behind me as I  kneel on the bed and feel a cock 
penetrate my cunt lips.  Taking a few  seconds and strokes for my nose to take in 
the other smell.  Not the pussy  beneath me, but the nasty unwashed smell of 
a summer heated garbage  can.
    Hands gripping my waist and  holding me to the cock penetrating me from 
behind.  Trying to look behind  me and see who is fucking me and what is 
causing the stench.   The man  clothed as I feel the scratchiness on my ass 
cheeks and thighs.  His  grunting loud as he pummels my tunnel.  The force of 
his strokes pushing me  deeper into the young woman's pussy.  Her hands 
pressing on my face and  holding me against his well fucked cunt as he quivering 
and clenches against my  face.  More of her juices leaking from her walls 
to coat my face and  tongue.
    The smell more pungent as the  man leans over my ass and presses my 
back, his lips and tongue sucking at my  shoulder and joining of my neck.   
Teeth biting the tender flesh as I  feel my own stomach roiling with the scent. 
 My tongue continuing to   lick distractedly at the woman as moans long and 
loud, her body shaking with a  hard release.
    Tongue fucking her clit with  swipes and flicks, till she pulls my head 
away from her sensitive nub.  My  face a wet sheen of pussy juice and seed 
as I feel a hand reaching under me and  grabbing my left breast.  The rough 
hand, squeezing and tugging and pinch  the hard tip. Moaning in pain and 
pleasure as the man fondles and mauls the  small mound.  A series of slaps, 
just glancing off the jiggling  flesh.
    The woman sliding out from under  me and wrinkling her nose as she 
looks at me and the man joined by a hard  cock.  Hearing my client talking in 
the background to her, the words not  distinguishable. 
    Then a startled scream as the  man lifts off my back and slaps my ass 
cheeks hard, his cock still embedded in  me between my legs.  Feeling his 
saliva on the small of my back and then  more dripping down the crack of my ass 
and gasping as he reaches and pulls the  butt plug free.
    In spite of the sleazy motel,  burning with humiliation as the buildup 
of the evening, venting a forceful and  noisy release of air from inside of 
me.  Burying my face in the messy  bedclothes as I fee a finger forcing the 
saliva into my already open  rosebud.
    No surprise as the man pulls  frees of my messy cunt and lifts up and 
jams his cock against my ring.  The  spongy head holding and then pushing 
into my ass and sliding deep as he rests  his weigh on my raised ass.  Grunting 
with each hard push of his cock  burying deep in my bowels.  Just rocking 
under him on the sloppy mattress,  as he pounds for long minutes into my 
unresisting asshole.  
    Then feeling him pull out and  shove into my pussy again, his cock 
shooting a wad of seed to coat my walls and  then pulling back as I try to 
clench on it.  His cock slipping out with a  wet sound and raising up to shove 
the hard shaft into my ass for the next series  of eruptions.  Groaning as he 
has creamed my cunt and now my ass with his  thick seed.
    Laying under him unresisting, my  shoulders aching from my wrists being 
held behind me,  My head  pushed  into the bed, as he rests on my body, 
cock still deep and twitching in my  ass.  Trying to protest, as he pushes my 
face hard into the sheets and his  cock swelling and then the pee slit 
discharging a warm stream of piss deep in my  bowels.  Washing them with his 
pungent urine.  Feeling myself bloating  as he empties his bladder into me in a 
form of an enema as he pulls back and  slips off the bed behind me.
    Kneeling and feeling my stomach  lurch and then feeling the rush of the 
warm piss up and out of my gaped  ass.  The nasty pee, washing my thighs 
and cunt lips.  Eyes going wide  as I feel the man grab my head and pull me to 
the side of the bed and shove his  semi hard cock into my face.  My eyes 
focusing on my abuser as his cock  pushes between my lips and I taste his piss 
and my ass and cunt on his cock as I  gag and try to pull away.
    The sight of the man making my  stomach churn in disgust, as the man's 
face and hands are  dirty with grim  and cuts or sores on his exposed skin.  
His body a strong stench of stale  sweat and unwashed skin.  Struggling to 
escape his grasp as my eyes find  Mr. Nachtwald and beg and plead as I drool 
around the skanky cock.  Tears  weeping from my eyes as I gag and choke 
some more my head held in place, hands  twisting behind my back.  My stomach 
contracting under my skin as all my  senses are filled with this nasty man.
    Finally he pull my mouth off of  his cock, my face red and scratched 
from the rubbing of his matted pubic hair on  the soft skin.  Gurgling and 
coughing as my stomach continues the dry  heaves as I lay against the side of 
the bed.  Shaking and half in shock  from the past hour or has it been more.
    Hearing this man, this gutter  person being paid for using me.  The 
words complimenting him for his  wonderful job, deflecting off my hearing.  
Sobbing quietly with an  occasional cough as I try to collect my thoughts and 
calm my body down.  My  client pulling my up by my braid and dumping me face 
down onto the puddle of  piss that poured from my gaping asshole.  Rubbing 
my face in the damp  mixture of fluids.  Sputtering as I try to breathe and 
inhale and taste  again all of the mixture.  Then being flung to the side.  
    Looking up at my tormentor, "you  are enjoying this my dear Raven?"  
His question taunting.  My eyes  fearful as I realize this man has read my 
dossier and well knows what I prefer  not to do or what my fears are.
    "Are you ready to submit  Raven?  Are you ready beg me to release you?  
Shall I show you more of  your early life as a street whore.  You don't 
revel in this, you grovel in  being this nasty slut.  The things you have done 
and thought you were  past.  They are coming back to haunt you girl."
    His hand tapping his mouth  pensively as I look up to him as I lay like 
a nasty rag girl laying on the ruins  of the bed.  "Maybe I will continue 
this route and take you door to door  and have you beg each resident to use 
you as they like.  That last one, I  had my chauffeur recruit from the 
streets of Poughkeepsie.  He really did  smell as bad as he looked."  His laughter 
digging into my  psyche. 
    Looking around this room and  seeing what I use to do for a living.  
One hour motel rentals and  storefronts and parking lots and alleys.  That is 
where I would do my  tricks.  And if lucky, maybe one would pay for the 
night and I had a  bed in which to sleep.  Those days so long ago now; but 
obviously  coming back to haunt me again.
    Thinking on how in spite of the  sleaziness of this room and the 
events, how I am not just coated with saliva and  sweat and piss and cunt juice 
from another woman and semen...........I am also  coated with my own juices.  
Excited, my body craving the humiliation  and abuse and pain that I have 
endured tonight.  And I am not willing to  stop it by giving my "safeword", I 
am looking to prolong it.  You can  take a nasty pain slut out of the gutter; 
but never fully get the gutter  out of her.
    My eyes closed as I ponder these  thoughts and feel myself being turned 
over and my hands freed.  Feeling my  chin lifted, a crop raising my head 
to look at my tormentor.  "You will go  and shower girl.  Clean all of the 
nastiness from your body, inside  and out and wash you hair and then come 
outside when you are done.  Do  not dry yourself."
    Pushing myself to my feet and  walking again into the dismal bathroom.  
Finding a small bar of soap and  turning on the water as I step into the 
shower.  The water not  really very hot or having much pressure; but feeling 
good as I wash and  scrub at my flesh, enjoying the soreness of my cunt and 
nipples as I rub  the washcloth hard over the abused tissue.  Soaping inside 
of my holes and  every inch of my body that I can.  My hair a ragged, tangly 
mess as I undo  the braid and try to work soap into the long sweaty 
strands.  Finally,  turning off the water and stepping gingerly into the tiled 
floor.  Water  dripping from my body and hair as I use my fingers to comb at my 
hair and then  walk naked to the open doorway of the motel room.  
    A leash hooked to my collar and  being led up and down the length of 
the motel rooms and across the parking lot  to the limo.  Hearing the scoffing 
remarks of these fucking reject  residents as they remind me of how low I 
have sank, and how they are victim of  circumstance and I allow myself to be 
this.
    Kneeling in the limo in front of  my German employer.,,,,,,,,waiting, 
anticipating and dreading his next  instructions......
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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