The Classified Ad 5 (Mf humil) by Foxbat



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The Classified Ad 5 (Mf humil) by Foxbat


   Most week with Will were pretty much the same:  I got choked, slapped, spat on and fucked.  Usually on the floor, usually after professing my whoredom, and usually much to my satisfaction.  Every once in a while Will would come up with something good - like the "doggy" night of a few weeks ago.  

   I think it was becoming harder for him to evoke in me the feelings of shame, embarrassment, and humiliation - the feelings that got us both off - as our routine became more regular.  But junkies keep needing greater doses and are always on the lookout for the next new high.  And so were we.

   ***

   As always, Will entered my apartment unannounced.  Ignoring me, he went straight to my bedroom and began shuffling through my closet.  Soon he had picked out an old sweatshirt of mine, and had started to go through my drawers.  I was used to him acting like he owned the place, so I was just watching from the door, waiting to see where this was going.  Without even looking at me, he told me to strip.

   I was naked by the time he found what he wanted:  a string bikini bottom of mine, blue with yellow trim.  He flung it at me in a silent command for me to wear it.  I was beginning to become excited, as he wordlessly watched me put it on.  I still felt very naked, especially since he was still fully clothed.  

   He walked over and slipped his finger under the bikini. 

   "Slut."

   He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of foam earplugs - the kind that you get to help you sleep.  I put them in.  I could still hear voices pretty clearly (although they sounded like they were coming from the next room), but nearly all the background noise disappeared.  I was still fidgeting with one when he tossed me the next item in my wardrobe for the evening.

   At first I wasn't sure what it was.  It was black and shiny - not leather, but not latex either... maybe some kind of vinyl.  It had an odd assortment of holes.  He just watched smugly until I realized it was a hood/mask - sort of like a baliklava.  There were two holes for my eyes, two tiny ones for my nostrils, and one hole for my mouth, and a hole in the back for my hair to come out.  Other than that, it completely covered my head and neck.  It also had small black snaps on the face.  I found out a moment later that another piece snapped over my face blindfolding me.

   Without sight and with very limited sound, I could feel him doing something with tape to my breasts and putting a collar (maybe the one from the doggy weekend?) around my neck, before he pulled the sweatshirt over me.  He helped me put on a pair of high-heels, and I began to wonder what all the fuss was about.  I assumed this might be another one of his more adventurous evenings.  Being kept in the dark (figuratively and literally) was kind of exciting - as if I were so unimportant that he didn't deign to tell me what to do.

   Being led, sometimes by my hair, sometimes by a breast grabbed through the sweatshirt, and occasionally by an arm, we walked.  At first, I was so disoriented I didn't realize we'd left my apartment.  But when he pushed me into a seat and it felt like a car, I almost had a heart attack.  Granted my face was covered, but there could only have been so many tall blond girls in my apartment building.  I imagined someone else riding down in the elevator with us - me in bikini bottoms and heals, a sweatshirt and hood with a plume of blond hair; Will winking to the other resident as he groped me, maybe even inviting the stranger to have a try.  What would they think of me?

   We drove for what seemed like a long time.  Being blind and deaf really limited my ability to keep track of direction, so I gave up rather quickly.  Part of me suspected we were just driving endlessly around the block because Will wanted me to stew in anticipation.

   I sort of felt us stop, but I surely felt the cold as my door opened.  Will hauled me out, as I stood, unsure.  I felt him lifting up my sweatshirt.  I had no idea where we were or what was going on, so I clamped my arms down.

   The slap landed hard, and with no warning since I couldn't see it coming at all.  My face stung through the mask, and tears of shame and anger welled in my eyes.  I felt his hand going down the back of the bikini waistband, and a moment later his fingers pushed into my folds.  I was wet.

   In that moment, I hated myself.  I hated being god-knows-where, being blind, being exposed, and worst of all being turned on by it.  Usually my mind was co-conspirator to by body, but why did my body have to betray me like this?  His hand dawdled, gently masturbating me to emphasize a point long since made.  When he lifted the sweatshirt again, I raised my arms to help.

   My nipples hardened under the tape in the cold hair, as he pushed me in front of him.  I stepped forward, feeling frantically around me with each new step.  Grabbing my hair again, he pushed me forward faster, and I had no choice but to focus on walking in the heals and hope that he wouldn't let me run into anything.

   After a few stops and a couple of steps. he pushed me down into a push-feeling seat.  I could feel him sliding in beside me, his hand on my leg, slowly tracing up my thigh and gently massaging me through the bottom, not enough to do much, but just enough to tease.

   I opened my knees more to give him greater access, hoping he would correctly interpret the gesture.  I was not disappointed as his hand pushed the fabric aside for more direct access.  Although I only saw black, I could feel him watching me, intently trying to gauge how close to orgasm I was.  After being on the edge for so long, I was close.  His fingers running over my labia, gently squeezing my clitoris - it was too much.  

   Perhaps I moaned, perhaps I pushed too insistently against his fingers, perhaps he just knew me too well.  Just as I began cumming, I felt his fingers curl upwards inside me to press against my g-spot.  The world exploded in red/white and, for a moment while I floated in ecstasy, I failed to realize it was because he had ripped off the snap-on blindfold.

   ***

   My first impression of the place was red.  Red walls, dim red lights, red velvet curtains - everything glowed dim red.  There were two or three circular low stage-like areas in front of us, and I thought for a moment we were at a strip club.  But on second glance it was a couple on one of the stages, fucking on a circular red ottoman, shockingly white in the middle of the red.  There was a bar, also glowing red off to one side, but the rest of the perimeter of the room was made up of booths, some with red curtains drawn.  We were sitting in such a booth, with a semi-circular booth seat and semi-circular table.

   "Relax, slut.  Open your legs and put your hands down."

   I was unaware of it, but I had his hand clamped between my thighs, and my hands had instinctively risen to cover my breasts.  I dropped my hands, and saw that I had black electrical tape covering my nipples in the shape of an X on each breast.  There was a vodka tonic in front of me on the table.  

   Things were just sinking in.  I had just been fingered to orgasm in the middle of some weird porno club, my legs splayed obscenely, for anyone to see.  Since we had been served, clearly a waiter had seen us, maybe others.  I shuddered in aroused embarrassment of how dirty that was.

   "Where are we?" I asked, probably too loud since I still had the plugs in.  Although I could hear Will clearly and could barely the thump of background music, everything else was eerily silent.

   "It's a special club.  People come here to perform, and to watch others.  I found it on the internet.  Like it?"

   His fingers were still in my vagina, and he began to move them to remind me.  

   "I hope you do, because we're the next act."  He smiled.

   Again, it took a moment for me to realize what he had just said.  Being humiliated in the dark back corner was way different than going up on stage in front of everyone who might be here.  I turned towards him and opened my mouth to object, but I was cut off when his hand shot to my throat.  He leaned in close to me.

   "You will come up to that stage.  You will get fucked.  You will come.  And you will thank me for it.  You will do these things because you're a hopeless slut who needs me as an excuse to do what you really want to do.  Well here you go.  You have twenty seconds to follow me up to that stage, starting now."

   With that, he slid out of the seat and strode confidently up to the stage.  The previous couple departed as Will climbed onto the rotating platform and put one foot up on the red ottoman.  He turned to look back towards me.  He was wearing a black hooded robe, probably a graduation gown and master's hood he had gotten somewhere on campus.  The front was open and he seemed to glow in the light as he stared back in my direction expectantly.

   I wasn't sure if I could do this.  Despite all the depravity I enjoyed with Will, it had always been in private.  Although no one could see my face because of the hood, I was terrified.  I couldn't describe what exactly it was I was afraid would happen, but I wanted the game to end here.  If it did, I knew that Will would not see me again.

   Will made a gesture with his arm, and I could see him saying something to the audience at large.  As he turned to me, I saw the words "MY SLUT" on his lips.  When I did not immediately come, he clapped his hands once, and pointed at the ground in front of him, as if I were a dog.

   I burned red.  I felt like a million pairs of eyes were watching me, although I could see none.  A million people waiting for me to go up, a million who wanted to see everything I kept private, a million to witness my whorishness.

   I stood and walked to the stage, hyper aware of the slick feeling between my thighs, of my scanty cover, of William's bright white erection in the light.

   When reached the stage, Will reached out and grabbed my hair with one hand, holding it right near my scalp, as he made a show of groping me like a horse up for auction.  Before I could do anything, he yanked my head down, trapping it between his thighs.  I could feel him reaching back and spreading my butt, baring my ass and pussy for everyone there to see.  After a moment, a finger was rammed up my pussy followed a second later by one slowly pushed into my ass.  Again my holes were spread.

   I thought of those million people now knowing exactly how turned on I was, how much of a nasty slut I had become.

   "It will now beg to suck my cock!"  William announced, releasing me but re-establishing his grip on my hair and dragging me back upright.  I could hear him because we were now so close and he was speaking loudly.

   Almost instinctively, since begging for each successive act of degradation had become a routine of ours, I begged.  "Please may this slut suck your cock?"

   Quicker than I could react, his hand slapped my breasts, one up and one down.  "It will refer to itself as 'it.'" He commanded.

   This was new.  I had already been robbed of the first person, the exclusive preserve of humans.  Now, in front of all these people, I was being objectified in the worst way language made possible.

   "May it suck your cock?"  I asked.  Instead of an answer, he pushed my head at his crotch, using both hands in my hair to ensure I arrived at the proper destination.  For the next five minutes, we alternated face-fucking with cock-slapping as I struggled to regain my breath and repress the urge to choke or vomit.  I sensed he was getting near when he pushed my head lower.  As I had done on previous occasions, I carefully sucked his balls into my mouth, delicately tounging around them and looking up at William past his cock which lay between my eyes.  I found this particularly degrading and enjoyable - as if I were such a sex toy to him that he could safely stuff my mouth full of his balls without worrying that I might have any volition on my own with which to endanger them.

   When he released me, I knew what to do next.  "Please fuck it." I begged.

   I was already on my knees, but he walked around behind me.  With his foot, he pushed the back of my neck down until my face rested against the stage.  He stood there for a moment, looking like an explorer who had just surmounted a peak, or a hunter posing with his impressive safari trophy.  

   Without further ado, he penetrated me fully.  He fucked me hard, choking me occasionally while whispering my ear that he would not let go until I begged him to be fucked harder.  I remember coming with his foot across the side of my face pushing it into the stage, my ass high in the air skewered on his cock, my chanting "fuck it harder" dissolving into incoherency, the million eyes penetrating me along with each thrust.

   Orgasms washed over me, and I lost touch with what was happening.  All I felt was the eyes, fueling my humiliation, watching in rapt attention as I couldn't help but keep coming.  As I began to come down, I felt a cold sensation against my labia, an almost scraping feeling.  My revery ended abruptly as Will dragged my head up.

   In front of my face hovered a spoon full of his cum.  I realized he must have spooned it out of my pussy while I was still floating, and it was now presented for me to swallow.  As the spoon moved toward me, I opened my mouth.  There was no point left in resisting - anyone there had just watched me beg for cock, degrade myself, and get my brains fucked out.  Swallowing the cum spooned from my own cunt was merely the penultimate act of admission of what everyone had already witnessed.

   And the ultimate act?

   I did not need prompting this time.

   "It thanks you for letting it eat your cum out of its cunt."








   

   
