the Belmont Hotel Case #06969

By Heather ©

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

(Solomon - See, I told you there was more in ya. So, here’s mine. Hope you don’t mind, but I used Frontpage to open your story and use it as a template; saved me a lot of formatting. You probably should have offered that idea to everyone else. And now I’ll stop picking on ya.)

As the legend goes, the prestigious Belmont Hotel, located somewhere in New England, is the last stop you’ll remember after signing the Ledger of Agreement. How you find your way to that Ledger is by invitation only. It starts by patronizing one of those large erotic reading web sites. After reading one or two hundred stories, a day will come when a three question survey will come up on your screen. You might think it is just the usual pop up ad, but if you pay close attention to the questions, you will see it is something much different.

The first question is to name your favorite story from the site. The second question asks which character in that story you would most closely relate to in your fantasies. The third warns you to think long and hard before answering, and then asks if you wish to take a free trip to the Belmont Hotel. If you answer “yes” to that last question, you could very well find yourself signing into the Ledger.

Case # 06969

My name is Julie and I’ve been growing wild ever since my eighteenth birthday a month ago. That’s sort of what led me to feel free enough to be here about to do what I had in mind. I gave my friends, Rosie and Janet, a final look as I peered into their car. I hugged them both through the window even though I feared they would see how nervous I was and not let me enter the building. I was keeping so many frigging secrets from them lately. Janet got so pissed when I told her about winning this free hotel stay and didn’t invite her along. If she knew how I had won it, I never would be able to face her ever again in my life.

I watched as the girls drove away into the dimming light of day which was making way for the dusk to move in. I turned around and looked at a very worn building that was the holder of my destiny. The only safety I would have after entering it was that my best friends had just dropped me off here. At least someone knew where I was in case I turned up missing.

My mom always told me I was the kind of girl to take candy from strangers at my own peril, and I felt like I was about to prove her right again. I made my way across the street and a kindly doorman greeted me.

“Welcome, young lady, to the Belmont Hotel. Do you have any bags?”

I was busy trying to see past him and shook my head as I answered that I had been dropped off. I’m sure that made no sense to him, but my mind was very preoccupied at the moment. I looked straight ahead to see an older woman at the front desk, took a deep breath and moved towards her. My legs felt like they would fall out from underneath me as they trembled in their best effort to stop me.

“Good evening, Miss. Looking for a room?”

I unconsciously reached into the rear pocket of my shorts and pulled out my ID and held it out for her as I looked around the lobby.

Again she asked, “Looking for a room, Miss?”

I snapped into the present and answered, “Yes, I mean, no. I have a reservation. Room 113. I was told the only thing I could bring was this,” and reached my hand further towards her.

The woman smiled kindly and told me she’d be right back. A few seconds later a girl about ten years my senior came out and asked, “Room 113?”

I could only nod as I was still unable to come fully into the present. I watched dumbfounded as she reached under the desk and then pushed a large paper my way.

“Sign at the bottom and you’ll get a copy when you leave.”

I stared at her and finally asked, “Don’t I have to see someone special, or…”

She smiled and raised her eyebrows as if a little impatient with me and answered as she pushed the paper a tiny bit closer to me, “Just gotta sign the paper. That’s all there is to it.”

I continued to stare for a moment before dropping my eyes to the paper and reaching for the pen she was holding out to me. I knew I should read the thing before signing it, but I never did that. My dad is a lawyer and I’ve gotten use to him being able to beat anything in writing that someone didn’t take the time to explain in detail to the person before them.

I thought a million instant thoughts about my dad as I stood there. He would be so disappointed in me over everything I was doing right now. Here I am in a strange hotel, to meet someone I didn’t even know the name of, and to do things that I’ve only ever dreamed about before today. Even my friends would be aghast at what I was here for if they knew the truth.

“Excuse me, I said, this way.”

I turned to see I had been day dreaming as the girl was trying to show me the way to my room. I began following her like a total drugged-up zombie. It was hardly a walk at all; just out of site of the front desk really. She opened the door for me and held it open to allow me in. I saw she seemed a little bewildered over my spaced out affect.

She asked, “Are you alright? Are you sure… you really want to be here?”

That brought me back to the moment like a slap across the face. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure. I need this...”

She held out her hand and I saw she was holding my ID that I had left lying on the counter. “You’ll be needing this. Keep it on you.”

I went into the room and jumped as the lock snapped into place. I figured whoever I was here to see would be waiting for me, so I looked around the room carefully, and then checked the bathroom. I missed the calling card that they had left for me and went to check the closet instead. I was growing very apprehensive not knowing what to expect. I held onto the contract I had signed and highlighted the important parts before leaving home. If anything happened to me, they would at least see by one of the highlighted portions that I had been faithfully promised that no serious bodily harm would come to me. I kept repeating that sentence over and over in my head.

I looked through all the drawers, under the bed, and even went to check under the sink for anything of interest. I half expected to find a microphone or camera. And then I looked up at the full mirror in the bathroom and saw the note. It just stated for me to go to bed and sleep. I found that a very odd request, but my legs automatically walked me back towards the bed and I sat on it to take off my shoes.

The surveys I had taken came rushing back to me and as I had read between the lines, this whole offer was some sort of a pleasure trip to help me live out my wildest fantasies. What the organizers of my trip were getting out of this was not as transparent to me. I knew what they were promising, but I had lied on many portions of the last survey over my fear of being found out. Now I was wondering just how important those warnings to be honest really were, and if I might have really blown it here.

I thought about the friends that had dropped me off here and what they would think of me if they knew how I really felt about them. I think that’s why I took that survey in the first place. I was so fucking frustrated over my feelings for them, but there was no way I could tell them what I wanted from them. I could wind up the laughing stock of the whole college dorm if I did expose myself, and might just get what I wanted, but in a very bad way.

I lay back on the bed and began sobbing quietly. I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell them how I felt, or what I thought I needed in my life to feel complete. And I wouldn’t know it till after everything was over, but I made my first big mistake right then; I buried my head into the pillow to keep anyone from hearing me cry.

My eyes were fighting to open, but there seemed to be a bright light over my head preventing that from happening. I tried to rub at my eyes, but my hands weren’t moving. That was when I realized I couldn’t move anything, including my head. Eventually, I got my eyes to open and saw I was in a barren room. Not a stick of furniture was in sight.

I freaked out when a woman’s face popped in front of mine from behind me. She stated, “Awake, are we? Then let’s get started.”

I watched from the corner of my eye as she stuck a needle into my arm. Within seconds I was feeling a buzzing sensation all over and realized I was coming out of some induced… coma, almost. As my fingers came to life, I could feel my arms were restrained and looked down to see I was sitting in a wheel chair. My head appeared to be strapped to the back of it and I could barely tilt it forward. I made some strange sounds from my mouth trying to ask what had happened to me and where I was at, but I didn’t even recognize the words coming out of me yet.

I felt a thump on my head and the woman told me not to speak a word or I would be gagged for the duration of my stay. Everything came rushing back to me and I began tugging at my restraints. I wondered how I had gotten here from the hotel and why in the world I was being kept tied to a wheel chair. I guessed I was about to find out when the chair began moving under me through a set of double doors.

The new room looked more like an operating room and I panicked. I flew through the things I had written in my survey and remembered that at one point I had thought it was funny to say I wanted to know what it felt like to be a guy. All I could imagine was that I was here to get my boobs cut off, or perhaps some kind of a dildo permanently attached to me. I struggled to look at the woman that had pushed me here and blurted out, “I lied! Everything on that damn survey… I lied about all of it.”

She came around to stand in front of me with her hands on her hips. Clearly, she was not happy to hear that and left the room. I was so fearful as I waited for whatever I had caused to be done to me. When the door opened again, there was a man with the woman.

“So, you lied to us. Didn’t take the warnings to task?” He paced in front of me and began asking me a million questions; and after many he would include, “Are you sure? How do I know you’re not lying to me now?”

I was rattled so badly that I couldn’t even begin to predict the outcome of my grilling, but I figured coming clean was the best thing to do. When he finally broke me down into a mess of tears, he and the woman went behind me to discuss their options. At first the guy just wanted to kick me back to the hotel, which confused me because I thought I was still in the hotel. The woman was more worried about the amount of money she would lose from her bonus and opted to “up” me; whatever that meant.

What little I could hear didn’t sound all that good to me and especially the woman’s final statement before coming back to me. She told the man that I had mentioned many thing that were submissive based, and that would mean sending me to the Marketplace. That’s when they came back in front of me and the man held up a piece of paper and asked me if the signature on the bottom was mine. I recognized it as the sheet I signed at the front desk of the hotel and answered “yes” to him. He was clearly pissed off at me.

“You stupid little bitch!” He began pacing again. “There’s three ways to go through this place and the Vanilla Road is way beneath you. I’d put you through this direction, but then I could lose my job and I make way too much money for that. So, this is what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to write you up a new card, and this time you’d better get your head straight when you answer. I’m sending you to the Marketplace, so you lie now and you’ll soon see what that gets you.”

I was drilled with questions for another ten minutes and when the index card he held was complete, he asked the woman if they still had time; for what, he didn’t say. The woman said she thought so and rushed out of the room. The man undid my wrist straps and the one holding my head in place, and then I was quickly pushed in the direction that the women had run off in. My chair was pushed through a couple of corridors until coming to rest just before two swinging doors. When they opened, the woman was there and told the man behind me that she had to call back half the audience, but they made an exception for me.

Audience? Exception? I was ready to wet myself over the implications of what they were saying. From out of nowhere the woman pulled out some sort of a gag and began working it into my mouth. I fought her at first, but the man snatched a handful of my hair and pointed out that they didn’t have anymore time to waste on me. I felt what appeared to be a soft plastic ring being placed just in front of my teeth, but behind my lips so as to hold my mouth open in a permanent “O”. Straps ran around the back of my head to hold it in place.

I began trying to remove it and had my hands slapped away as another scolding was thrown my way. The woman began reaching for the bottom of my pullover and then I went wild trying to stop her. The next thing I knew I was yanked from the chair and slammed to the floor. The two of them were half sitting atop me. I could feel my shirt being cut away from my back and then the arm holes. Another quick snip and my bra was ruined. I felt my shoes pushed off my feet and wondered what the hell was going on.

No matter what I did, they held me pinned until even the back of my skirt and underwear had been cut free. I was rolled over and all my clothes were torn away and thrown behind us. I was suddenly bare ass to the world with a gag preventing me from talking in any normal manner. The woman opened a closet door just down the hall as the man held me pinned, and then came running back with what appeared to be some kind of a harness. I was flipped onto my stomach again and a wide collar was strapped around my neck. The man wrestled my right arm next to my neck and held it in an awkward position next to the collar. It wasn’t until I felt the quick tug of a strap that I realized he had tethered my wrist directly to the collar around my neck. I fought like hell when they began trying to do the same to my left wrist. There just wasn’t anyway I could prevent them from doing the same thing to my other wrist, and as I was pulled to my feet, I got a hard slap to the back of my head from the woman and bemoaned for being such a bitch to them.

“To them,” I thought?

The woman went back through the double doors and the man held me firmly by the back of the collar around my neck. I was humiliated to be standing there suddenly nude and trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey with my wrists strapped to the sides of my neck, leaving my elbows sticking straight out just below my chin. The doors banged open and the woman motioned for the man to bring me through them. Two burly men were standing there ready to grab me by my neck and forearms.

I nearly fainted away when I saw I was being forced into the middle of some sort of a stage that had several rows of chairs just in front of it. But it was all the well dressed people there watching my man-handling, many standing as if they were the ones about to leave and now milling around that really bothered me. Suddenly, all their eyes were soaking up my nudity and I felt like the freak at a freak show. I began screaming for my freedom through the ring in my mouth. I guess the only other man on the stage thought the ring allowed my voice too much freedom and he went to a rack on the far wall and came back to me. He unceremoniously began twisting something into the ring in my mouth that covered the hole entirely.

The next thing I knew, some kind of a bar was being lowered from the ceiling and I was being situated right in front of it. I felt my head slammed back into it and then I found I was fastened to the bar in some way. The bar started going back up to the ceiling and I screamed thinking I would be hung in front of all these people to watch me die. Luckily, it was stopped just before my feet left the floor, but a couple more quick jerks of the mechanism and I was struggling to touch the floor with the tips of my toes. I was never one for high heel shoes, so it hurt to stay on my toes like I was, but I’m sure none of the people around me cared.

I swung around trying to both squish my legs together and see what I could around me. It was clear I was the center of attention, but other than that, I didn’t have a clue what was intended for me. It was about to become very clear to me as the third man on the stage took over the proceedings.

“Sorry for the delay, ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, we have a late arrival that seems to have a discipline problem. As you know, these sales usually go down flawlessly, but it seems we have an adventurer that spent a great deal of time lying to us. It turns out, she was to be a part of this show the whole time.”

What the hell did he mean, “this show”? And of course I was going to fight. I had just been violently stripped, hogtied, and lashed to a pole in front of dozens of people.

I saw him lift the index card that had been written by the other man earlier and I knew I was about to hear what he had written as he asked me all those questions. “Ah, this explains a lot. What we have here is a frustrated lesbian… that I would guess is still somewhat in the closet. She professes a desire to have her reluctance overcome by her friends to control her in a sexual way. Would her friends please come up here to take her away?”

I looked around thinking that he was really asking for Rosie and Janet to come get me and freaked out, but it was just his sick way of saying the true reason for my being here.

“No friends? Hmmm… I guess that’s easy to see why. She needs some training obviously. So, I guess that’s why she’s here at the Marketplace for all you fine people to look over. Subservient lesbians always fetch a descent price, so let’s start the bidding at twenty-five hundred. Better make that two thousand even. She has a temper to overcome. So would anyone here like the challenge of taming this vixen lover of girls? Do I hear the opening bid?”

I was stunned when I finally accepted the fact that I was being auctioned off like a steer. This had to be a sick joke. People just aren’t sold to others. People don’t make bids to buy other people. But those thoughts and hopes vanished when a man raised his hand to signify he would pay the asking bid for me.

Tears ran down my face as I struggled to hold still on my tiptoes. People, men and women, were pointing at my body and talking feverishly to one another as I kept seeing hands rise to accept the new bid being offered by the auctioneer. Then as it hit thirty-three hundred, the bidding switched to offers from the crowd cheering my sale.

The auctioneer kept giving out the most perverse ideas of things these bidders might want to buy me for or do to me. I was so afraid that my whole body was dripping with sweat. Then a woman asked why they weren’t getting shown the usually poses. I looked to the auctioneer for the answer of what the usual poses meant, but only heard his explanation for the woman.

“Because this Lot,” and he looked towards the card in his hand and laughed, “Because… Lot … I’m sorry for laughing here. How fitting is this? This is Lot #06969. Double sixty-nine seems so fitting for this young les.” I was getting so infuriated hearing him call me that. “Since she made things difficult, she was headed in another direction and we didn’t have time to prepare her properly for the normal yoke. If we try lifting her any higher, I’m afraid only the necrophiliacs in our audience would care to bid on her.”

I knew that term, but it took me a minute to remember what it meant, and when I did remember even more tears ran from my eyes. What was happening to me?

The woman asked to come up on the stage to inspect me closer and the man explained that that was against the rules. But to appease her and try to get her to bid higher, he instructed the men standing behind me to show as much as they could. I twisted to see them just as they grabbed me. One of them steadied my body as the other ripped my right leg out and away from my body. His other hand rubbed through my pubic hair and worked my labia wide open for everyone to see my vaginal opening. He frigged my clit for a moment until it swelled with blood and stood out. I closed my eyes as tight as I could as all the crowd got to see me in a way no one ever had.

I was spun around and the man that had been holding me steady bent down and threw my top half over his shoulder as the other worked my legs apart and spread my cheeks. A cheer rang out that only made my humiliation even worse. I was set back to my toes and I fought to get my balance again.

“Thirty-six hundred,” was shouted out.

These people were beyond sick. I wasn’t property. This wasn’t what I came here for; I thought I was going to be helped to overcome my fears so that I could find some way of relieving the pent up desires I had been having for my friends to… to…

I hung my head as far as I could and suddenly realized that the auctioneer had been pretty close to the mark. I have been fantasizing for over a year now what it would be like to be bossed around by my friends as some sort of a submissive sex slave. I’ve never even had sex for another girl before, but ever since I started reading all those erotic stories online, I’ve been overwhelmed by the idea of having a girl, or girls, forcefully overcome my reluctance to do things for them. But it hadn’t just been a desire to do things for them directly, but to even be handed over to others, especially boys, against my feigned will.

“Four thousand!”

The price had been shouted out so loud that it snapped me back to what was going on around me. I looked over the audience and for once I was coming totally truthful with myself. I saw a woman just seven or eight years older than myself that was giving my body a serious looking over. She had a pretty face and a nice looking figure, and I found myself lifting my chin in sort of a nod to her. Among all those cheering the bidding going on for the sale of me, I figured that I might as well try to steer the direction of my downfall.

The girl finally caught on to what I was doing, and her stare into my eyes nearly hurt, but I knew I needed to beg with my eyes for her to help save me from some of the truly lecherous bidders in the audience. I saw her twisting her jaw from side-to-side and then she reached down to touch the shoulder of a much older woman sitting next to her engrossed in conversation with another woman. She looked at me and I understood they were a pair, and switched my pleading eyes to her. With a mere wave of her hand as she went back to talking to the other woman, the girl shouted out, “Forty-five!”

I tried to show her my appreciation with a smile, but with my lips fixed wide open, only my eyes could speak.

I heard three other bids in quick succession and grew afraid all over. I watched the girl just stand there looking me over, and then the older women looked at her like she was a spoiled child. With barely a hint of concern over the bidding, she shouted out “Seven thousand… wrap her up.” She went back to her friend and the girl’s once pleasant smile quickly turned to a very evil one. I now grew just as fearful of her as I had been the older men in the group.

The auctioneer made a last call for bids, but nearly everyone was standing to leave and gathering whatever items they had with them. I felt the bar lowering me to the floor and I breathed a sigh of relief that at least this part of my terror and humiliation appeared over.

I watched the older woman hand an envelope to her younger sidekick and she nearly ran to the auctioneer. She pulled out a stack of bills and began counting them out to the man. I went faint all over again as I realized I was being “rung up” like a pair of shoes. I couldn’t possibly feel any more dehumanized or denigrated. I had just become another person’s property, and now I was left to wonder exactly what that meant.

After paying for me, she strolled over to where I was hanging and told the men she was ready. They unhooked me and I saw her hand them the piece of cloth she had been holding that I had thought was her purse. She yelled over to the older woman to catch her attention and held up a finger as she said, “We have to tag her and I’ll be right back.”

I looked at the man dragging me off to the side door for an explanation of what “tagging” meant, but obviously as property, I deserved no answer.

I was brought into a room with nothing but a low table on it that was quickly fitted with stirrups to hold a woman’s legs. I fought the men as they forced me between them and as one held my torso down against the table top, the other strapped my legs into the stirrups. My legs were swung wide open and I saw another man standing against the wall straight in front of me and he was taking in the full scene of my wide-spread crotch. The man started coming towards me with a towel in one hand and some metal thing in the other. I was afraid that the tagging was some sort of a metal tag they were going to pierce my body with and began screaming as hard as I could.

The man pulled up a stool to the table I was on and wiped my left thigh with the towel. He asked the girl for my card and she handed him the card the auctioneer had been holding. He laid it on my belly and asked the girl, “ Lot number 0-6-9-6-9?”

The girl told him it was correct and he chuckled and mentioned how that was his favorite number. I saw him bring the metal thing between my legs and screamed into my gag as I waited for some place between my legs to feel the slamming of the tool as it pierced my flesh. But when a buzzing noise started, I understood it was a tattoo gun and that probably meant I was getting that number tattooed into my skin. I instantly wondered how I would explain a tattoo like that to my friends and hoped that it would be able to be hidden by a bikini bottom.

That hope was dashed when I felt the sting of the needles about two inches down from my labia on my left thigh. I understood I was being branded with a type of serial number for some reason and again I felt like an inanimate object being labeled. It only took a few minutes for the man to finish with his job and after wiping away the residual ink and blood, he turned and left the room. The man holding me down released me and the girl asked me how I liked my tattoo. I wanted to ring her neck when she glibly read it out loud, “ Lot number… 06969. You’re mine now, girl! Better behave or you won’t like what I do with my property.”

She went behind me and the man beside me shook the piece of cloth she had given him until it took the shape of a bag. He held it out and I saw it was a hood. I began fidgeting around as much as I could to prevent it from going over my head, but the girl reached around the front of me and groped my right tit so hard I had to hold still.

While the man had tied the bag securely around my neck, I heard her saying, “Niiice… soft tit. Care to take a feel?”

I felt her release me and then another hand pawed my boob and a male voice replied with, “Nice!”

I felt my legs being released from the stirrups and I was helped to my feet. I was next guided out into the night air and then pushed into the back seat of a car that was quite a walk for me in bare feet. I had no idea who might be able to see me like this and grew fearful over waiting nearly ten minutes before I heard what I assumed was the older woman getting into the car, followed by the younger one. As the car started on its journey, I heard the two of them talking to each other about me. The older women quickly showed herself as some sort of a dominant figure to the younger girl, and was obviously rather wealthy by the way she spoke of me as little more than a trinket or gift.

The older woman warned the girl to take good care of me and mentioned how she had to go out soon after they got home. I would be in her care then and that was when I found out their relationship to each other when the girl began whining.

“Mommm… come on. I know the rules. I’m just gonna have a little fun.”

I was dumbfounded by what I heard. This was a mother and daughter; and they were into this crap as a team? I had thought for sure they were a May/September lesbian couple, but now everything was all screwed up in my head. I remember closing my eyes tightly and praying silently all the way to their house; or perhaps I should say mansion. I was escorted roughly into a house that was expensive enough to have a smooth, stone foyer. I kept following the girl leading me until I suddenly slammed my toes into something, cried out in pain, and began swearing at her ignorance. For my insolence I received a quick slap directly across the side of my left boob. I screamed out, but this time I endured the pain without comment.

I was pulled towards the very thing I had kicked and this time I used my foot to feel for it. It turned out to be a staircase. When I felt that the staircase was also stone, I understood why paying seven thousand for me was considered nothing more than the price of a bobble. At the top of the stairs I began deciding that my new “owner” had a lot of airhead in her. Just as she hadn’t told me of the beginning of the stairs, she hadn’t told me we were at the top either. I took that awkward step we’ve all done when we think there’s another step to go but there really isn’t; and then wind up slamming our foot into the floor.

Clearly I was headed for a bedroom and I could tell I was right when the scent of it wafted into my noise, and even telling me by the more youthful scents that I had to be in the younger girl’s bedroom. I felt her working to untie the bag around my neck and when she pulled it from my head I grew even more fearful when I saw just how much of a pampered daughter type this girl had to be by the looks of the opulent bedroom I was sitting in. I was pushed onto her bed of luxuriousness that was a poster bed; complete with a draped canopy.

As I took in the room, the girl walked around and went to her makeup table. She picked out something and when she came at me, I saw she held a bright red lipstick in her hand. She sat next to me and began undoing the strap that had held my mouth open for the last hour. She had to work diligently to force the ring out from between my lips and teeth.

As the girl got in my face and began wiping the perspiration away from my lips, I could see she was going to tramp me up with her way too red lipstick. I held still to play the role of her doll and that seemed to win me some favor with her.

“My name is Tabatha. You can treat me like a girlfriend if you’d like, but remember… I own your ass for the next day.”

I struggled to make my newly freed lips work and to show my defiance over her snootiness I asked, “Don’t you want to know my name?”

She gave me such a pleasant smile and answered, “Couldn’t care less.” When she saw my look of displeasure, she added, “Right now you’re my little lesbian doll, and I’ll call you any fucking thing I wish to, or not.”

I begged her to release my arms, but I was told that I always had to remain in some restraint; by the rules.

When she was done applying a thick layer of lipstick to me, she went back for a shimmering bright blue eye shadow and began applying that to me. It was clear she was really trying to make me into a whorish looking plaything. As long as she stuck with the makeup, I could put up with this for the day. And that thought forced me to ask, “Am I really going to get to leave in twenty-four hours?”

She brushed away some dust from my left eye and answered in such a soft voice, “If you learn how to play the part… otherwise there’s no guarantees.”

Tabatha’s cell phone rang and she fell into the demeanor of a sixteen year old, and suddenly I realized I was the topic of their discussion when she began describing the slut her mom had bought for her. I wondered just how open these people were about buying and selling other human beings, when I heard her asking how much longer it would be until she arrived. I deciphered that I had only a precious few minutes before my newest humiliation.

After hanging up, she went back to trashing my face and told me, “That was Caca, short for Cassandra. She hates it when I call her that, but that’s why I do. Silly thing! You’re going to love her. We’ve been best friends for years now and she’s cute as a button.”

I again pleaded to be released, but after having her tell me that the alternative would be to strap me to the bed after her friend arrived, I decided I was better off enduring the discomfort and remaining somewhat mobile.

Tabatha looked at the alarm clock by her bed, grabbed my forearm to follow her, and began walking me back down the stairs. It was so awkward walking around with my elbows sticking out from my face, and being totally nude in a strange house. She gave me a sudden warning to play the part of her very best friend and to smile like I won the lottery… or else. Her threat seemed very believable and I had no problem with obeying her command until she flung open the front door. I turned away to hide my body from the lights pulling into her driveway. She squealed that it was Caca and gave me several quick warnings over my expected behavior.

I felt like such a freak waiting for the girl to park her car and when she beep bopped up the walkway, I could see her checking out my form all the way. Luckily, Caca was as cute as Tabatha had said she was and I felt better about that. But the second she got within reach, she reached her hand out to lift my left tit in her hand and play with the nipple until it grew hard at her touch. Other than her molesting hand, she seemed to ignore me to give her salutations to Tabatha.

“Your mom really got you quite a sweet package this time. Didn’t she? What she cost?”

“Seven G’s,” answered Tabatha.

The front door was shut and Caca grabbed my leg as she leaned over. She was inspecting me for my Lot number and when she read it out loud she began laughing as everyone else had. She stood upright and stared right into my eyes and asked, “Could you be any more white trash?”

Oddly enough, that was more embarrassing to me than standing there in the nude, and painted up like a ten cent whore. There was a vile contempt coming from Caca that she wasn’t about to let get by me. But then Tabatha began treating me like her pet and insisting I stay right next to her as she did everything from running around grabbing something to eat to going to the bathroom with me right next to her. It stayed like that until Caca came into her bedroom and told Tabatha that her mom wanted to see what she had bought for her at the auction.

I found myself being walked into the mother’s bedroom with the girls both right behind me. She had just showered and changed into a flowing skirt that went to just above her knees. I looked at Tabatha and when I got nothing from her, the mother began raising her skirt up in a seductive pose. I began shaking my head from side-to-side. Caca gave my shoulder a hard shove to force be towards the mom and demanded, “Come on trailer trash, get to work and please your owner.”

It might have been the intimidation of the new girl that was heightening my apprehension, but it was definitely the dominating look in the older woman’s eyes that forced me to take the few steps necessary to reach her. I got no help verbally, but holding her skirt up like she was made it perfectly clear what was expected of me. I started going to my knees and looked back. Naively, I expected the two girls to leave us alone in my humiliation, but they stood right where they were to take it all in.

I reached forward as I looked up begging for mercy with my eyes, and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt. The woman’s hands fell away and I raised the skirt enough to see that she hadn’t put on any underwear yet. One of her hands went to the back of my head and began pulling it forward until my face was mashing into her pubic hair. Never in my wildest fantasies would I ever have thought I would be going between another woman’s legs; or perhaps I should say a woman of her age. She was easily thirty years older than me.

I felt her skirt being dropped over my head and thus hiding the acts I had to perform to some measure. That actually made things a lot easier on me and I began licking at the one part of her I could reach. But licking at her clitoris only took me so far before I heard her demanding that I work my tongue lower. That’s not such an easy thing to do when the person is standing and I already had to twist my entire head to get my elbows out of the way, but somehow I managed to get low enough that her hands relaxed on my head and I heard her moaning her approval.

My face was thoroughly wet from my actions when she decided that she had sampled me enough and backed away from my face. When her dress cleared my head I turned around to find both girls looking very amused over my embarrassing situation. But it was the look on their faces that really worried me. To say they oozed of arousal at what they had seen would be a big understatement.

The mother told Tabatha that she would be leaving in just a few minutes and that she had best take damn good care of me. I liked that part, but then she added that she was to observe the club rules about restraints and over abuse. Caca stepped in like a perfect angel and told her mother that she would help to keep a good eye on me. She was the one I really distrusted.

I was brought back to Tabatha’s bedroom and while she got changed, Caca decided to take me for a “test ride” as she put it. She manipulated my body to lie on the bed and I watched as she lost her skirt and thong. I was growing so nervous knowing what she had planned for me, but at least she had a nice body and things could be a lot worse for me. I have always been somewhat attracted to a soft and well hung set of boobs, so when Caca unbuttoned her top and threw it to the side, I was amazed to see two of the most naturally well hung breasts I think I’ve ever seen. She hadn’t even been wearing a bra, yet that fact failed to register because of the perfect shape and size of them.

Caca began walking on her knees beside me on the bed until she swung a leg over my chest and sat on me. She found getting close to my face was aggravated by how my hands were tethered to my neck and threw a fit over it. That was good news for me since she was the most capable of getting my wrists set free. She jumped off me and told Tabatha as she fidgeted around in her walk-in closet about her problem. Tabatha told her to look in her chest for something better, and then my breathing went ill as I watched her going through the bottom drawer of the dresser. I saw a whip come out, several corset style devices, a ball gag, many unidentifiable leather and strap pieces, and then Caca said, “Ah, here we are. This will work nicely.”

I shuddered as she walked back to the bed holding a nylon device in her hands. She was just a little too happy as she worked the device around and under my back, but I worked with her efforts just to get my arms freed. I had to flip over so she could buckle the device behind me, and when I went face up again I saw what appeared to be a bag on the front of it. Caca called Tabatha to help her and she came out of the closet topless. I became petrified that the two of them were needed for whatever reason and shook as both girls began unhooking my wrists from my neck collar.

The second I had both hands free, I crossed them across my chest and began begging for them to leave them free. All I succeeded in doing was pissing them off and after seeing how mad they got over my defiance, I finally cried, “Alright, take them.” I started crying because they wouldn’t allow me my freedom, but I relaxed my arms and allowed them to slip my hands into the bag on the belt around my midriff. It acted as a muffler and then they cinched it tightly around my wrists again.

I begged, “Please, I let you have my arms. Doesn’t that say you can trust me? I won’t run. I’ll do whatever you say, but my wrists hurt so much.”

Caca finished buckling her side of the tether running around the bottom of my rib cage and replied in a very snooty fashion, “Fuck you, you fucking trailer trash. You were warned not to fight us. You want to fight? Fight for air then.”

With that said she worked her leg back over me and began taunting me and berating me as white trash over and over. She made fun of the whorish make up that her friend had applied to me. All the while she was pushing her crotch back and forth to torment me with the obvious. She finally came to rest right over my mouth and squatted tight to my lips. When I wouldn’t open my mouth, she reached back and pinched my thigh right over my new tattoo and said, “Feel this bitch! This means you’re nothing but a fucking piece of meat. You did this to yourself, and Tabatha bought you. For the rest of your fucking life you’re not going to be anything but a fucking Lot of goods for other people like me to buy and use.”

Tears stared flowing from my eyes yet again and I knew it was because so much of what she was saying was true; and I knew a lot of it would be that way because I was quickly becoming a true part in all this. It hadn’t taken a lot of coercion on the part of the mother to induce me into pleasuring her, and with this girl mashing her pubic hair into my face I had to at least admit to myself that I was growing wet between my legs as she did so.

I finally opened my eyes to see where I was and what I was doing, and all I saw was a rather hot girl doing to me exactly what I had fantasized about a hundred times. The only difference was that in my dreams it would be one of my friends, either Rosie or Janet, putting me through these trying situations. And on many occasions, it would be the two of them using and abusing me, and even passing me to others. It was sort of good I was coming to this realization at this particular moment, because it set my mind up to handle a little of the burden about to be heaped on me.

Tabatha came back to the side of the bed to see how Caca was doing with me. She was still topless and smiling to see her friend’s pussy planted tightly to my face. The two of them began telling me different things to do and as scary and new as it was, I did it the best I could. I was no stranger to sex with guys and I’ve done just about everything possible. It was just when it came to girls I became extremely self-conscious over the simplest of things. I didn’t even feel comfortable with the typical kisses on the cheek to say “hello and goodbye” that girls often share. Being tied up as I was gave me the ability to play a total victim, and that somehow made it easier for me to deal with what they were throwing at me.

I began seriously licking my first girl. The two of them began telling me what I could expect throughout the night and all the fear I had been pushing away came rushing back to me. Caca was definitely the meanest to me; even slightly sadistic in nature. Oddly enough, I was glad she was there to help Tabatha though. She showed no qualms about forcing things on me that I knew I would be frigging myself over whenever I got free and safe from them. However, even as I was beginning to accept my fate at the hands of these two girls, I was told how much worse it was going to get for me.

Caca was literally riding my face for all she could get from me and even groping her own boobs to heighten her pleasure. And to add even more to her euphoria, she began rubbing it in my face as to what was ahead of me. The two of them told me how they were having a pool party. Their eyes lit up as they described how I was the entertainment for the event and that I had better not even begin to cause trouble for them. They informed me how a few of their guests didn’t know about the “club” that Tabatha and her mom were members of and how they had come about purchasing me. I was threatened over what would happen to me if I revealed a single word about the club, or the Belmont Hotel. That’s when I realized that the Belmont was nothing more than a front for their club that was used for arranging these sick fantasy trips. And perhaps the most bitter pill to swallow yet was that I couldn’t even let on that my restraints were anything but voluntary to their guests. I was going to have the freedom to run the property, but it had a tall steel fence around the whole place, and they ultimately knew where I lived if I chose to escape. I promised to behave.

Caca lifted off my face and asked me what I thought about that and all I could do was to ask them for an explanation of what they expected of me as the entertainment. Caca sat back down and with every new tear to my eye, she took great pleasure in describing my duties. Essentially, I was to take care of all the male guests in whatever act they might want of me. And since some of the guests didn’t know that Caca and Tabatha enjoyed girls, as they put it; I was not to reveal a hint of that to anyone.

Caca began trembling like crazy and I knew I was about to see, feel, and taste a girl getting off over my actions for the first time. She rubbed herself against me so hard that it hurt my lips. Tabatha reached behind her and began twisting at my tits and telling me to work my tongue like a magic wand. All of a sudden I realized the loud moaning I was hearing was coming from me and that sent me over the edge. The girls weren’t concerned enough about me to even notice it, but I was having an orgasm of my own as I watched this stranger getting her freak on at my expense.

Caca began crying out to her friend how I was going to make such a good trophy for some girl in the future and then simply melted her way through her climax. When she sat back and looked at me, she patted the side of my face rather hard several times and told me I was learning fast. And after she fell off me, I began telling them that I would do my very best to keep them happy with me and that every guy they sent to me would like what I would do for him. Volunteering my actions seemed the best way to keep my captors happy and less provoking towards me. However, my humiliation of being forced into playing the whore was first going to grow two fold; and then ten fold.

Tabatha told me, “That’s so sweet of you. See, I knew you would make a great girlfriend. But there’s one exception to the program. We aren’t sending the boys to you. You’re coming to the party with us. Won’t that be awesome? Why do you think I was making up your face?”

Caca interjected, “That’s right, Miss trailer trash. You get to shake that slutty little tail of yours in front of them all night. A two bit whore like you will love stealing boyfriends all night.”

It came to me in bits and pieces, but as I began to understand that they were telling me that I would be walking around her pool all night in the nude, tears flooded my eyes and I began weeping uncontrollably. Tabatha leaned over me and kissed my forehead as if to soothe my tears away. In her own twisted way, she wanted to get me to accept my fate to humiliate myself. It took several minutes for her to calm me down but when she did, I saw what she wanted.

Tabatha cooed one last thing to me that got me to thinking a little better about my appointed task, so I decided to make one last plea of my own for the sake of my dignity. She told me that if I wanted to get released early, there was a deal she was willing to make me. I should have known by how giddy Caca got over her suggestion that there was a huge issue to confront in accepting her offer. But, not quite understanding that I decided to swallow my pride and entice Tabatha into wanting to care for me in the best way I could hope for at the moment.

I thanked her for the offer even though I didn’t know the details yet. And as seductively as I could sell it in a still believable manner, I asked her if she wanted to be with me before the party started. I knew I was offering to have a second girl rubbing her crotch into my face, but it seemed like the lesser of two evils and was probably going to happen anyway. Her eyes lit up over my invitation and I saw I had found a way to get her on my side. There was an uneasy pause in the events going on, so I made my first ever play on a girl.

“Come on… it’s your turn,” I cooed softly. I never tried swaying a girl’s thinking like this and found myself adding in a very alluring tone, “Come here… slide up on me. You said you wanted to make me your girlfriend.”

I watched her face as she doubted my offer. I began thinking I may have overplayed my hand, but the second her heat began to build, the reason for my awkward advance on her didn’t matter any longer. She unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing she was wearing a black thong just as her friend had been earlier. Her eyes never left mine as she tugged the stringed implement of torture away from her bottom. Caca referred to our mesmerized looks as a sign of “true love” and began teasing the both of us.

This time everything was much different as I watched the leg being thrown over my body. For sure I wasn’t a willing participant here, but seeing her tight little body that was about to abuse me as it worked it’s way closer to my face was driving me into a fit of confusion. If not for these girls being the holders of my freedom, I could never agree to this lesbian action, but feeling a steam pouring out from between my legs was telling me that my fantasies were in the midst of being played out whether I was ready or not.

Tabatha held the bottom of herself just inches above my face and I saw she had shaven clean except for a thin line of pubes straight up the front of her mons. She looked so clean and almost virginal from the bottom, and I felt compelled to reach up and lick at her labia. She obviously liked my effort and gentle strokes, and slowly eased herself down onto my tongue as I held it out and stiff. She slipped her opening right over my tongue as it wove its way into her. I heard her let out a sigh that caused my own belly to flutter.

Caca had stolen every effort she had received earlier, but Tabatha was getting it from me too easily for even me to believe. I would always remember what was going on between us as my first real lesbian act, because I had not only offered myself for this task, but I was sincerely trying to please her. And I guess that showed a little too much, because Caca began calling her friend a confirmed dyke and labeled me as her bitch. Little could she have known, but her words only heightened the experience for me. After all, this very act was one of the fantasies I had tried so hard to say in the survey, while trying my best to hide it at the same time.

After getting Tabatha very appreciative over my administrations, she and Caca began telling me about the deal they had for me.

“I’m going to offer you an early out tonight. You see, there’s this awesomely cute purse down on the strip I want so bad I could die.” Tabatha took a moment to shudder at my lapping, and then got herself together enough to finish. I was hoping that she was just asking me to steal it for her. “Help me get the money for it, and you can be on your way.”

She studied my eyes to see that I was questioning how I could help her, but Caca knew what the deal would do to me and jumped in to tell me my true fate.

“All it costs is five bills. You earn the money for her, and you can be on your way.” She glanced at Tabatha as both of them were watching tears begin to form at the edges of my eyes for the hundredth time. Their mental torture was hitting the mark as it was obvious that they wanted me to become a prostitute for them. “But I think we should make her beg for the money, don’t you?”

Tabatha grinned even though I had her feeling ever so close to heaven. “Oh, yes, that’s such a good twist. Beg the boys for money. I want to hear it loud and clear for all the girls to hear.”

Caca was beside herself over what she had dumped on me. “Oh, that’s so fitting. I can see it now; the trailer trash walking around and begging all the boys for their allowance money. The girls will love it.” And as she brought her face closer to mine, she really took out her claws. “But if you don’t make sure everyone knows you’re begging for the cash, the deal’s off and you’ll be serving it up for every minute of the twenty-four hours.”

Tears began streaming down my face at the thought of acting like a prostitute, and grew even worse as I thought about having to act so cheap as to ask the guys for money in a begging way.

Tabatha took another jab at me when she thought it would be cute if everyone knew I was earning the money for her, and exactly what the money was to buy. They wanted it well known that I was selling my body to buy Tabatha nothing more than a bobble. Everything was geared towards embarrassing me as greatly as they could, and they were hitting every imaginable button to do that.

Thinking about how abusive they were treating me seemed to be the crux of what Tabatha needed to finish herself off, and she began rubbing herself hard against my face and lips. Just as she was about to cum, she leaned forward and demanded that I bite at her clit and frig it with my tongue. Seeing the reaction she gave when I did that was more instructional to me than humiliating. I had never heard of a girl wanting just her clit attacked as she got off. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that intensity myself, but she didn’t seem to want, nor need anything else.

After her tremors subsided, she held my head between her thighs tightly as her body lay over me. I didn’t know what to do, so I went back to lapping at her as I thought about what they had told me and began fretting all over. When Tabatha finally did get herself composed, she stood up over me on the bed and smiled down at me. And then in what I could only describe as a very surreal moment, she bent down to examine my Lot number and lightly rubbed it with her fingertips. It annoyed me a little, but in another way, there was something about knowing it was there that was beginning to work on me in a highly erotic way.

Tabatha playfully slapped the side of my ass and thanked me for a job well done. I can’t begin to say why, but seeing her smile and telling me that I had been good for her seemed like a reward I really appreciated. She ran off to get dressed and left me in Caca’s hands again. She was just finishing getting dressed and went over to the makeup table to grab an eyeliner. She came back to sit next to me and began writing something on my belly just below the belt holding my hands. When she was done, she goaded me into reading it.

I leaned up and had to struggle to see below my arms, and slammed myself back to the bed when I read it. She had written, Trailer Trash Whore – will do anything for a buck. The bitch knew exactly how to make me feel as cheap as I deserved to be treated. I had after all gotten myself into this position. I just never knew how mean a rich girl could be just for the sake of being a royal bitch to a lesser person of stature.

Caca finished making up my face every bit as trampy as she could. The doorbell rang and Tabatha told her it would be the guys starting to arrive and to get them out and into the backyard.

When Tabatha finished primping herself, she came over to me and read what her friend had written on me and laughed. When she saw my tears begin to flow, she helped me sit up on the edge of the bed and looked deep into my eyes. I knew what was coming, and when she began kissing me passionately, I reciprocated. There was something between us that I couldn’t understand, but in another place and another time, I could actually fall in love with this girl. The thought of her owning me was turning into a thing I wasn’t so afraid of as much as I was fawning over. We kissed for several minutes with her only pausing to tell me how well I was pleasing her and reiterating how well I had eaten her out.

We heard Caca running back up the stairs and she stood almost as if afraid of being seen too close to another girl. I understood her actions and pretended like nothing had been going on. Caca told her that three carloads of “the gang” had shown up together, there was a keg already set up at poolside, and that she thought it was time for me to make my appearance. I begged Tabatha with my eyes to retreat from her abuse of me, but her attitude turned into acting as my best friend and came over to help me to my feet.

All the way down the stairs and to the rear glass doors, Caca was fueling my fears with what she was expecting to see from me. Tabatha was taking the opposite approach and encouraging me to have fun with all the guys and to just get into a loose frame of mind to enjoy myself. Caca slid opened the door, and Tabatha took a hold of my arm to walk me out to the pool. The second the first guy saw my nude body, he let out a whistle and soon everyone there was eyeing me. The girls read my sign and laughed disparagingly. The guys quickly make obscene offers for me and Tabatha seemed to be weighing them.

Tabatha spoke up to the ring of young rich kids surrounding us and said, “This is my best girl tonight, so you better take good care of her. She’s offered to help me get this absolutely gorgeous little handbag, so loosen the wallets boys, and help her out.” With that she pushed me towards one particular guy and waited for me to do something. I knew she wanted me to set the stage for my own humiliation and I bit my lip trying to figure a way of doing that that wouldn’t cause me to throw myself into the pool to kill myself.

Everyone was getting hushed by the bitch, Caca. Finally I saw a hint in the guy’s eyes that told me he wouldn’t be as cruel as Caca was hoping for, so I grew close to him and spun around to rub my back against his chest. As seductively as I could under the circumstances I nearly whispered, “Can I do anything for you…”

I saw Tabatha looking a little let down by my effort and some sick desire in me wanted to please her. I added for her benefit, “My friend really wants that purse… and… I’ll do whatever it takes. Can I please get some money from you?”

I turned my head up to look at his face and he understood what I was really begging for, and reached into his front pocket. He pulled out some bills and asked, “I only have thirty or forty bucks; what will that get me?”

“Anything you want… if you give it all to me.” I saw Tabatha smile and added to make her smile even more, “I’m very good.”

I heard the girls screaming out to each other how much of a fucking whore I was and that the trailer trash thing on my belly was very accurate. I tried pushing their hurtful words to the wayside as I began checking out the guys forming a tighter ring around me. The guy looked around and asked Tabatha where he could take me as he grabbed my elbow. She told him anyplace he felt comfortable and offered the diving board as a possibility. I was so glad to hear him say he preferred a little privacy, and she mentioned the pool shed, the adjacent pool room, any of the bushes ringing the pool area, and finally the wash room just off the walkway.

He looked around and I felt him tugging me towards the tool shed. I was pulled inside to the cheers and jeers of everyone poolside, but felt strangely safe in the darkness of the shed. I heard him pulling his swim trunks down and then his hands began guiding me to my knees. One on one was much easier to handle and I didn’t hesitate to begin playing the part of the whore he expected. I sucked a surprisingly hard cock into my mouth and began bobbing my head on it. I pulled away thinking about the money I knew I needed to come up with and asked him to give it to me. I was afraid he wouldn’t give it to me after he got what he wanted. He reached down and grabbed his money again, but only wanted to give me twenty of it. I rubbed the side of my face against the shaft of his cock and begged, “Please… can I have it all. I’ll make you very happy, I swear.”

He asked, “Can I fuck you too, then.”

There was very little light, but enough for him to see me nodding my head. He handed me the bills and I pointed out I had no ability to take them. I asked him to push them into the belt holding my arms to my lower chest and he did. When he brought his hand back up, he began fondling my right tit with his fingers. I didn’t want him to feel cheated and pushed my chest into his hand so he was aware that he could do as he wanted. Before working his cock back into my mouth, he spent several minutes feeling my girls and twisting at my nipples. I felt so slutty as I made an open invitation of my body to this perfect stranger.

I never knew how difficult it could be giving a guy a blowjob without my hands to help. I couldn’t massage his balls, work his shaft, and even keeping my balance was difficult without being able to grab his legs. After nearly knocking me over, he held my head to steady me and began fucking away at me like my head was a cantaloupe. And just as if he were a longtime boyfriend, I moaned for him to build his ego to the fever pitch I know guys need to feel to get off.

All of a sudden, he wanted something different and lifted me off the floor. I looked at him for some sign of what he wanted, and he spun me to face the wall. I felt him tug on my hips, so I bent over slightly and offered him my ass. He began poking at my butt hole and I jumped and asked him not to do that there. He was nicer than I would have expected and instantly began searching out my other opening instead. At first I leaned the top of my head against the wall to stabilize myself, but as soon as he got his rhythm going, I was mashed against my left shoulder to absorb his blows.

Playing the part of a whore wasn’t much different in the dark as putting out like I would on a regular date, so when I felt how much he was enjoying himself with my body, I began fucking back into him. He must have really liked what I was doing for him, because in two minutes I heard the familiar grunts of a guy ready to get off, and then I felt my insides warming up from his ejaculating sperm. He held me against the wall for a minute before pulling out of me. When we stood up, I began working him for the money I needed and kissed him.

“When I get Tabatha’s money, I can leave. Could you ask your nicer friends to help me, please? I don’t want to be here all night,”

He told me he would brag about how good I had been to him and even thanked me for an excellent fuck. But he wanted to know why I was doing this for Tabatha and I struggled for an answer that would balance the truth with what I was told I could say.

I don’t know what came over me, but I told him, “It’s a really nice purse… and she deserves to have nice things.” I thought about what he was hearing as a guy, and added, “She’s my friend and I… would do anything for her.”

He seemed surprised and asked me if I was really just trailer trash. I twisted my jaw in search of the right answer again and replied, “Next to her I am. I guess that’s why I’m here, right?”

He knew what was really going on and it showed in his smirk. I knew now that he had been some kind of a test and began following him out of the shed. A girl was waiting right there for me and shoved me hard against my shoulder to get me back into the shed.

“Not so fast, bitch!” She and a guy came in after me and shut the door again. “It’s my boyfriends’ birthday next week, so I’m going to let him have a shot at you.”

I was a little freaked out, but I had to expect such things. She pulled a ten dollar bill out of her bathing suit top and snapped it open to show me what she was offering me for pleasing her boyfriend. I knew the first guy had just paid me at least thirty dollars and probably more from what it looked like, so I asked her if she could pay me more. She snapped the bill again and I fell right into the begging that had to be making Caca’s ears bleed.

“Please… ten dollars isn’t that much. I need five hundred for Tabatha. I’ll treat your guy real nice.”

She put on a smug look and replied, “You’re fucking white trailer trash. You’re not worth any more. Just fuck him!”

I asked her to give me the money and she wanted to stuff the bill in my mouth, but put it into the belt when I asked her. I decided to try to make the task more profitable with one more plea aimed specifically to work on another girl. “It’s such a cute purse. Tabatha wants it so bad. Please help me get it for her.”

I was amazed, but it worked. She asked her boyfriend if he had any money and he replied he had a credit card and about eight dollars. She said, “Give it to the whore and let’s get this show on the road.”

The guy took out his money and stuffed it next to where his girl had placed the ten. I thanked the two of them profusely while waiting for her to leave, but when she made no move for the door, I asked, “Aren’t you going to leave now.”

“I’m not leaving him alone with you, bitch. Besides, it’ll be fun watching him get his freak on with a whore.”

I gulped hard! I had never imagined ever fucking another girl’s boyfriend right in front of her. Thoughts of her being overly critical over how things happened overwhelmed me, but the dude made a grab at my waist and pulled me into him backwards. The girl asked him how he was going to do me and I saw him looking around. The next thing I knew, I was being spun around again and pushed over to a work bench. He pushed me over it and held me flat to the top as he reached back to drop his shorts.

The girl warned him, probably because of the position he had chosen, that if he fucked me in the ass that he’d better not expect to fuck her later. She told him she didn’t watch to catch anything from a slut. Having nothing to do but make myself available and looking into a darkened bench top, my mind began running through what I had become in such a short time. Twice now I had begged for money for the silliest of reasons. I had resigned myself to getting used by probably every guy at the party, and was hoping that I could prevent getting raped in my ass. Only one guy had ever been there and that was because of a lot of begging he had done.

I lunged forward when he got his cock aimed and thrust hard into me. I could tell he was trying to impress his girlfriend over his macho fucking style, but in the end all that mattered was that he would cum. I think I really started feeling like a slut when he griped about how slippery I was and how he hadn’t thought about having sloppy seconds with me. The girl asked him what he had expected and made mention of the obvious; he wouldn’t want to see me in another hour or two. I began preying I would be long gone in two hours.

I couldn’t help but to keep checking out the girl. She may be pretending that this exercise was all for his present, but I could see she was getting quite a thrill out of watching him fuck another girl. She even got closer to us so she could see his cock going in and out of me. And there was absolutely no denying how horny she had grown when she started telling him to slam himself into me harder just before he got off. When he did cum, he lifted my feet right off the floor as he dumped his load deep into me. But the mess he left behind didn’t stay put for long when as soon as he pulled out I stood up and felt it running down my leg.

As we all left the shed, I decided that I might get robbed by some sleaze ball and opted to go make nice to Tabatha. When she saw me standing off to one side of her, her first response was, “Why aren’t you earning my purse?”

Even though she had several of her friends standing around her, I felt compelled to tell her my fear of getting ripped off since I couldn’t fight back. She smiled and I went up to her. I liked it when she smiled and felt a lot safer in her hands. I played up to that side of her.

I got real close to her and said, “You want to hold the money for me?” I looked down at the belt where the top of the ten was still slightly visible and she did smile again. With one hand purposely holding my left boob to the side, she reached in and took out the ten and the ones.

“Let’s see… we have eighteen here…” and she felt her fingertips around the top of the belt to find the other money, and after counting it out said, “and another thirty-six big ones here. That makes a total of fifty-four dollars so far.” She looked at her watch to see that only twenty-six minutes had passed and made a note of that for her friends. “At this rate you only have five more hours to go and you can take me shopping. Better get a move on, sugar.”

I began backing away, but I needed to get one more interaction with her to really feel like I was in her good graces. “I know how much you want that purse. I’ll try harder.” I saw Caca giving me an evil eye because I didn’t seem tormented enough to please her, so for her sake I said, “You deserve it and I won’t stop until you get it.”

Caca was pissed at my horning in on her friendship with Tabatha, and Tabatha raised her eyebrows and stared me down. I knew she was remembering that kissing we had done and I knew she was feeling more for me than just what was obvious. I smiled to myself as I walked away, and yet felt disgusted over what I was becoming when I realized I was looking for my next fistful of money to make Tabatha even happier.

I walked along the edge of the pool and several boys made grabs at me. They pawed me openly as laughter over my humiliation rang out; most often from the girls watching me make a fool out of myself. I would bargain and beg each of them for money, but all they wanted was a cheap thrill. A free thrill, actually. Tabatha’s words of taking five hours came to mind and I really didn’t want to be here that long, so when several guys standing in a circle saw me walking their way, I made a beeline for them.

“You boys want to help me buy Tabatha’s purse?” I decided that limiting access to me might help and said, “You don’t want to wait. I might get enough money before you get a shot at me.”

It worked and two of them worked me into the middle of their group. I could hardly see past the ring of boys around me as I began asking what I could do to make them give me their money. One of them mentioned me taking a ride on the “facial train” and soon they were all agreeing. They began working themselves and me away from the side of the pool until we were in a slightly darkened area of the adjoining lawn. One of them began pushing down on my shoulders and I balked until I saw money getting taken out. I made my way around the circle until each had stuffed bills into my belt, many of which were purposely left hanging out. I was really happy to see one of the bills was a fifty and took note of the guy that had given it to me.

I looked at several of them alluringly as I slowly went to my knees as the guy had wanted and waited to see exactly what a “facial train” meant. I figured it was just another way of saying I would be blowing all of them. I saw just about all of them taking out every size and shape of cock I had ever seen, and their chatter was making me wet in anticipation. I decided that what they had been talking about was me sucking off the entire circle of them. Other than the one time I had given two guys standing next to each other back to back blowjobs as each watched, this would be a definite first for me.

I crawled closer to the guy that gave me the fifty and gave him a shot of my puppy eyes just before beginning to fellate his cock. An odd quiet came over everyone as I began proving I knew how to suck cock very well, and then I felt the guy’s hand on the side of my head pushing it away from the cock in my mouth. I looked up somewhat surprised. I had never been dismissed by a guy for not being good enough at sucking him off before and felt like I had just failed for my first time. The guy next to him stuffed his cock into my face, so I took it into my mouth and began working on his instead. In another minute, I heard the guy next to him saying it was his turn. Again, my head was pushed away from the cock I was sucking until a third was in my face. As I began sucking on that guy, I finally began to understand what they were doing with me. It wasn’t that they didn’t like my effort; the apparent idea of the “train” was to keep me going around the circle until they all got off.

At first I was worried that going from guy to guy and only being there long enough to tease him would make this event take forever, but then I realized I was doing something unlike anything I had ever fantasized about in the past; and there was a side to it that I liked. And when I decided to kick it up a notch and really suck the hell out of whatever cock I had in my mouth to speed things up, I noticed that all the guys were jacking off while waiting for me to come back to them. That turned out to speed things up rather than slow them down.

As a matter of fact, as I made my way back to the very first guy in the circle, I barely began sucking his cock before he grabbed my hair and pulled out of me. Once again I was bewildered and was about to turn my head to look for the next guy when he shot a thick glob of cum across the bridge of my nose. His physical abruptness in getting my face in front of his organ at that moment spoke volumes to me. It instantly came to me what the “facial” part of my endeavor meant and I was disgusted by it. They weren’t really all going to shoot their loads on my face, were they? As I waited with my eyes closed for the guy to finish this humiliating use of me, I wanted to puke for the first time today. This was so sick and demeaning. I had never heard of guys liking something this revolting and would have even felt better swallowing for the whole lot; as hard as that would be.

I was passed to the next guy and sucked him again without him getting off, but as I started on the next guy, he too took a turn at smearing his sperm all over my face and hair. I felt so defiled and belittled as I waited again for the guy to finish his obvious display of domination over me, and was passed on once more. Just before I took him into my mouth, I saw Tabatha peering down at me through the ring of boys and knew this was the lowest point I had ever sunk to in my life. I tried to smile at her to show I was still enjoying earning the money for her purse, but just wasn’t able to get one to come.

I think what hurt most was Tabatha showed her disdain for my fall; but she had no right, because it was at her hands after all. Within the next five of six minutes, I counted seven guys including the one that showed up half way through, that had fouled my face with their cum. And just as quickly as all this had started, I found myself alone on my knees and all the guys had left the scene. I guess they even considered what they had done to me as abhorrent and despicable.

Cum was all over my face and hair, dripping down my neck and chest. My mouth tingled more than any time after a blowjob from all the near misses to my face. I looked around for something to rub against when a girl came up to me with a towel. She was so sweet and began wiping the slop from my face and eyes. She agreed with me how men can be such pigs and when she saw a couple of bills were about to fall out of my belt, she tucked them in deeper. I thanked her for her help and she told me that she felt bad for my situation. She told me she knew about the Belmont though and reminded me that I was obviously here voluntarily; at least to some extent. I felt horrible that she knew that.

The girl wiped my neck and spent a good amount of time wiping the remnants from my excursion into hell from my boobs.

“You know though,” she said, “I don’t think what Tab’s doing to you is right. I could make this a little easier on you, if you want.”

I bit my lower lip and asked what she wanted.

“You like girls? Or maybe I should ask, you mind going down on girls?”

I shrugged my shoulders trying not to have to say yes to her.

“Well, if you want, meet me over by the corner of the house in about five minutes. I have to go get some money for you, but do me well and I’ll offer you a good deal. Okay?”

I nodded my head as she walked away. I looked around oddly enough to see if anyone saw me agreeing to do yet another girl, and then decided to bring the money I had made to Tabatha. I found her with three other girls and Caca.

“I have more for you. Will you take it for me?”

I could tell by her look that she wasn’t happy that I had sunk as low as I had, but again, it was of her doing. She held my boob to the side once more as she pulled the loose bills from my bindings and fished her fingers thoroughly through the restraint. She began sorting the bills and stacking them in her hand when she saw the fifty. She held it up to show Caca and the bitch cried out, “The trailer trash is moving up. She’ll be a middle class whore in no time. But then again, it’s probably just pity money.”

The bitch looked over my body and pointed at my crotch when she saw the drippings from the first two guys. “Eewwee… look at that cunt. She’s oozing semen. It’s all over her Lot number now. How are we going to identify your property now, Tabatha?”

I felt tears of shear embarrassment coming to my eyes and this time I wanted to cry for all the right reasons. I was the fucking trash she was calling me. Tabatha even jumped on me when she found a glob of sperm on the fifty she had been holding up.

“That’s disgusting. Get over here and clean this off for me.”

The girl’s were all giggling as I got close to her, but when she held the bill in front of my face and I saw she wanted me to lick it off, the tears flowed like rivers. I reached out my tongue and licked it away, but instead of her letting me spit it out, she ordered me to swallow it “like the fucking whore I was”. I guess seeing me break down in front of a half dozen girls wasn’t enough for her, and she heaped it on.

Turning to the other girls she blurted out, “You should have seen what I caught her doing over at the far end of the pool. Steve and Benji and a whole bunch of other guys had her on a facial train.”

I don’t know what got into me, but I fought back as if a good friend had betrayed me. “You want your precious purse, don’t you? What do you expect to happen to me?” I turned to hide my tears and even as I walked away, my first thoughts were of how my next money would come to me.

“Hey, Lot #6969.”

That stopped me in my tracks as I turned to see Tabatha had one more shot to take at me. “Your facial made you another hundred and four dollars. That’s makes three hundred and forty-two dollars more before you can take me out shopping. Should I call the chess club for you so you can pull another train?”

I turned and felt my tears running down my cheeks. I don’t know why anything she said to me would have such an effect on me, but her words pierced my heart as if I lost her respect. Was I really thinking that way?

I tried pulling myself together as I passed people barely older than myself pointing and hurling insults at me as I passed. I wanted to make a run for it and went to the end of the pool. I looked through the tall bushes and saw a high steel fence behind it. I was thinking how this girl could find me if I did escape, and then I heard from behind me, “Don’t do it. It’s a covenant that you don’t want to break.” I turned to see the girl that had wiped me off moments earlier and remembered her offer.

I walked over to her and begrudgingly stated, “I guess I’m yours now.”

She wrapped her arm around me, looked behind us to make sure no one was looking, and began walking me around the side of the house.

“Ashamed to be seen with me? I guess I would be, too.”

“Sorry, honey, but I have a reputation. I guess you do too now. Don’t worry though; I’ll take good care of you. I won’t make this hard on you at all. I just like getting eaten out, so… what can I say? I’ll give you a hundred bucks, but you have to do a good job.”

I nodded my head, and thanked her for her offer. I told her it was the most I had been offered so far. “I’ll do my best.”

It seemed like she really wanted to find a secluded spot and I was soon pulled into the middle of some tall, thick bushes. She immediately began pulling off her bikini bottoms and I felt so deviant as I waited for this girl to get comfortable for me to give her what she wanted.

“Will seeing my tits help you out?” She didn’t wait for my answer and stripped her top off her chest.

Is this what I’ve sunken to; a lesbian whore that got off on sucking a girl’s cunt while fingering myself as I looked at her tits? What did she think of me?

I guess she saw my wholly depressed state and pulled me to her. She slid a bunch of folded bills into my belt and then took them out and made it look like several people had paid me for favors instead. I felt her kissing the side of my face and then down my neck. She felt my boobs really well and then I felt that familiar push against my shoulders. We both went to our knees and she put the two pieces of her suit under her butt to sit on and then leaned back on her elbows.

I got down between her legs and was faced with the smoothest lips I ever would have imagined. She had shaven herself as smooth as a baby’s ass. I took a last look at her and saw she seemed to be toying with her breasts as if to stimulate me. She really thought I was a hard core lesbian. In reality, I was nothing more than a piece of meat she was having eat her out.

I couldn’t get it over with unless I got started, so I leaned forward and wound up falling face first into her crotch. That got a small laugh from her and she worked my face around until between the two of us I was in the right spot. After taking a few long licks between her folds, the girl began reacting like a kernel of popcorn. I felt like I had hurt her and apologized.

“For what???” she begged to know.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She laughed and said, “Girl, that was anything but painful.” She pulled my head back into her vulva again and told me to keep doing it just as I was, and even spread her legs further.

It was so different lapping through her lips as it had been with Caca, Tabatha and her mom. The only difference I saw was that they all had some pubic hair where this girl was smooth as a newborn. And there was one other huge difference. All the other times I had felt like they just wanted to dominate and demean me. This girl really was just interested in getting off sexually and was looking at me as her savior in time of need. Other than on myself, I had never seen a clitoris without any hair obscuring it before. I found it curiously attractive and sucked on it like a plum. That drove the girl wild again and she grabbed me roughly by the back of my head and began rubbing herself off on my face. I couldn’t really move my mouth or lips, so I stuck out my tongue and allowed her to put her body wherever she wanted it to touch.

I could tell she had a quick orgasm, but she wasn’t indicating that she was through with me yet, and I really didn’t want to stop. I did lighten up on her and pushed my head lower to stick my tongue into her in a whole new way. With the others I had felt ashamed and did only what I had to do. This girl was wild and freaky in such a good way that I was more willing to experiment on her. She also seemed to be… somewhat wetter than the others and that intrigued me. At some point it changed from just trying to earn the money required of me, to wanting her as a real sex partner. It was interesting to see the effect I had on her and I felt powerful between her legs. I also felt a weird sort of love coming from her for my sincere effort to please her.

Someone walked by the bushes we were hidden in and she shushed me as she held my head in place right against her lips. When the coast was clear, she begged me to make her climax again like before and I gave it all my effort. I took long, deep licks through her folds and then nibbled at her engorged bump until her body shook; and then started it again. I wished that I could hold her bottom in place to tease the hell out of her, but without my hands I was very limited. Her hands flew to the back of my head again and she rubbed my face fiercely while trying to muffle her screams from the rest of the party. When she began to cum, she bent her body in half over my head and quivered uncontrollably for nearly a minute. All the time I kept sticking my tongue out as far as I could to reach any part of her pussy possible.

She finally pushed my head away from her and took a huge breath as she lay back on the grass while groping her boobs in afterglow. I wasn’t prepared for what came next, and it left my mind torn in how my beliefs were changing so quickly.

“That was fucking unbelievable. Now I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for you, or happy what you’re doing for everyone else.” I sat back on my knees trying to digest her compliment when she asked, “How much more money do you need?”

I thought for a moment and told her around two hundred and fifty. She thought about things for a minute and then said, “I can’t just give it to you. If Tabatha thinks anyone is helping you unfairly, she’ll jump all over you. But she will hold to her word; she’s nutty like that. Let me see if I can’t get someone to help you with at least half of that and then I’ll help you with the rest. I could see she was thinking about something and didn’t really like the way she grinned at me.

We both stood up and she pulled on her bottoms and went to put on the top until she saw me looking at her boobs. She dropped the hand holding her top and came over to me. She put her free arm around my head and began pulling me down to her boobs. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Take a quick taste of them. Too bad you can’t feel them with your hands.”

My sexual orientation was getting all screwed up, because I did want to see what it was like to lick another girl’s tits and bite at her nipples. They felt so soft and tender to me and her nipples almost the exact opposite. I loved the way they grew hard under my nibbling and became fascinated with them. When she pushed me away, I felt dizzy over what was happening to me.

“Look, give me a few minutes to find you some help and I’ll hook you up. I take it you would prefer doing girls?”

I gave her a definite, “No!” and she seemed shocked.

“I just thought after all this that you leaned that way. What would you prefer to do for the money?”

“I don’t mind giving blowjobs… or even fucking guys.” I replayed the words that just came out of my mouth and agreed with Caca; I was just a whore and trash.

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll see what I can find you. Come and find me after you’ve got close to what you need and I’ll give you the rest.” She gave me a quick peck on my cheek and told me to go the other way to keep people from seeing us come out of the bushes together. After turning to go away herself, she turned back and said, “Don’t tell anybody about this, okay? This is my one dalliance and I’d rather not have anyone know I like that kind of stuff.”

“That’s great by me. I’d rather not anyone know I had to do it either.” As I thought about my words, I knew there were at least two girls back home that I wish could find out about what was going on here with me.

I walked out of the bushes and wondered if I should wait for her or try to find the rest of the money on my own. Without realizing it, I walked up behind Caca just as she was telling a guy she was talking to, “Just do it then.” I turned to walk away and only turned back to make sure she hadn’t seen me. I saw the guy she had been talking to walking away and turned my attention to looking over the pockets of people standing around. It was amazing to me how easily I could get lost among so many people one minute and then constantly groped the next. I knew the last thing I wanted to do was get in the middle of another group of guys again, so I looked for stray guys walking around.

Two guys wanted to pull me out on the diving board to have me dance for them, but there was no way I would ever do that. I hate dancing and I would rather pull another train than attempt doing that in front of a bunch of people. I was lost in my own world when someone tapped me on my shoulder and said, “It’s me, Chelsea.”

I turned to see it was the same girl I had just left.

“I have a guy friend that’ll take a quick fuck, if you want. I told him he had to be nice to you and give you at least sixty or seventy for it. He said he would. You want to do it? He’s a really nice guy.”

I answered her, “What choice do I have?”

Chelsea gave my shoulder a squeeze and told me to hold on and that she would try to get one other person to give me the other half. She repeated that she would give me any money I was short after that. She grabbed my hand and walked me over to a picnic table where the guy was waiting at and introduced us; sort of. She asked the guy where he was going to take me and I grew worried when he said, “The diving board.” She slapped him and he told me he was just kidding, but that Tabatha was trying to find a guy to do that to me. She was finding it a hard thing to do. That would be as much pressure on a guy to perform as it would for me.

Chelsea asked me where I wanted to go and I really didn’t care as long as we were alone. The guy perked up and said, “The playroom! It’s in the basement and no one is allowed in there. Tabatha won’t mind if I use it though. Hell, I even did her there one time.”

Chelsea called him a pig and told him to keep me there. She said she would find me one other guy to help me out and send him by in about ten minutes. The guy led me along the side of the house and then through a side door of the house. I noticed no one could see us going into the house and felt safe.

I have to admit that the guy was pretty nice. He asked me how I wanted to do him and as always, I shrugged my shoulders.

“So, how you like Tabatha? She can be a real bitch, can’t she?”

I was still afraid of saying anything mean against her; besides, I was still feeling a strange attraction to what she was doing to me. The thought also ran through me mind that he had already said he had had sex with her, so I figured he would tell her whatever I said. “She’s alright… I guess. I know she really wants that purse and like the words say on my stomach, I’m just a fucking whore. I guess she’s just using me for what I’m worth.”

The guy asked me if I was a good fuck and I told him how I never had a complaint. He asked me if sixty was good enough and I nodded. He was treating me better than any other guy, so I wasn’t going to beg for more. I asked him to put it into my restraint and he did. I watched as the boy grabbed a stuffed chair and pulled it into the middle of the floor. He led me by my elbow to the back of it and I saw what he wanted me to do, so I lay over the back of it for him. He dimmed the lights and came up behind me, leaned over me, and reached around to fondle my boobs. I was happy to see he was treating them tenderly and saw Chelsea as a friend over what she had done for me. He ran his hands up and down my buttocks getting use to me and fingered my labia rather nicely.

I could tell he was as nervous as I was and it became evident as he tried pushing his cock into me. I could feel him missing because he wasn’t hard enough, so something came over me and I sat up. I took a quick glimpse to see I was right, but I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I just went to my knees and began sucking him hard. He grew embarrassed anyway and tried pushing me away, but I shook my head and told him it was okay. I felt his cock jump at my desire to help him and pulled away long enough to say, “I can’t blame you for finding it hard to get it up for me. How can you forget what you’ve been seeing?”

I went back to sucking him into an aroused state, and when I had him ready I stood up and fell over the back of the chair again. He wasted no time in putting his erection to work and he turned out to be a pretty good lover. He was so good, that when he pulled out to try stuffing it into my butt, all I did was tell him to take it easy with me. It took him a minute to get into me, but it didn’t feel half bad. When he got into it, he made one long slide deep into me that forced my upper torso to rise into the air. I moaned so loud at the feeling of it. I even spread my legs to help him get into me easier.

My moaning grew to a constant murmur and his thrusting went into a fever pitch. Just when he told me he was cumming, I was about to beg him to pull out when the lights went up to bright. We both freaked out and saw several guys coming into the room. I was immediately fearful of being in a room alone with so many guys when I noticed one of them was holding a camera. And another of them was one from the train I had pulled. The guy that had been fucking me had finished as much as the circumstances would allow him and he went soft and fell out of me. One of the guys told the others where he had been fucking me. I wanted to die and began backing into a wall.

The guy with the camera lifted it up and began filming my fear. I thought that maybe reminding them that I was Tabatha’s property would mellow their obviously heightened state, but that did more to turn me back into what I was two hours ago. I reminded them that I needed money for Tabatha’s handbag and began asking them what I could do to get money from them. No one really answered me, but I watched several of them as they began shucking their shorts and swim trunks. All of a sudden, hands were coming at me and stuffing folded bills into my belt. I kept asking what they were expecting and begged the guy with the camera to stop filming me. When the last of the six guys there had stuffed money between my skin and belt, I was pushed to my knees again. I looked for the boy I had come in here with, but he had decided he didn’t want to hang around.

One of the boys pulled my head to his cock, so I decided that if I just sucked him off really well that the others would want the same thing. I gave it far more effort than I thought was in me, but then I nearly broke out in tears when he pushed my head to the side for the guy next to him to use. I darted my eyes around as far as they could see and nearly all of the guys were pulling on their erections. I started crying when it became obvious that I was being forced to pull another facial train; but this time was even worse because of the bright lights and that damn camera recording it.

My mind struggled to understand how they could humiliate and denigrate a girl like this, but everyone was jovial over what they were doing. Every time I was pushed away from one cock to take the next, I cried a little harder. I heard the door open again and two more guys came in with Caca right behind them. She shot me the nastiest look I’ve ever seen and then made it clear that she was the instigator of this second facial train.

“Join in guys. Don’t forget to pay the whore though; I hear she’s taking Tabatha shopping tomorrow.”

Someone was stuffing money into the back of my belt, but I wasn’t about to let the bitch win over me entirely. I pulled off the cock in my face and cried out, “Come on you cheap bastards. Don’t you want to help me buy my girlfriend her purse? I really want to get her a tennis bracelet to go with it.”

My face was pulled back to the guy wanting me, but I saw I had Caca fuming. I even went to the next few guys rather willingly while she was standing there watching my torment. But as soon as I saw her leaving, my mind flowed right back to what was coming for me and I had to fight the feeling of needing to throw up. As I was pushed and pulled from one hardon to the next, I wondered why instead of doing what the guys I grew up with would want, they seemed so fixed on humiliating me instead. I must admit that what they had planned for me was very effective in doing that.

This time things didn’t go as fast and probably because Caca had slowed things down with her presence, and also because they were on camera. I assumed that jacking off in front of a lens probably went against their normal regimen. I was passed around the circle of eight guys twice without anyone being ready to soil me in their desired fashion, but then I heard some verbal jockeying going on over my head.

The next thing I knew, someone was right behind me and was placing their fingers into my mouth. I twisted my head all around to get away from their grip, but without hands to fight back with it was pretty easy for him to win. I was freaking out trying to understand what the guy was doing, but when he had two fingers of each hand in my mouth, it became clear to me. He spread his fingers just as I guy stepped in front of me still jacking himself off, and that forced my mouth open and into a grotesque receptacle. I knew he was going to make this even more demeaning and messier than the first time. The guy in front of me brought the tip of his cock really close to my mouth and held it only an inch from my lips as he began shooting off.

The first glob shot straight to the back of my throat and gagged me. That was good enough for the camera and the guy holding my mouth open removed his fingers. The rest was meant for my face. I went to turn my face away, but the hands went back to the sides of my head and forced me to face the aberrant behavior in front of me. I tried to keep from crying, but when he was done draining his balls on me, he wiped his cock across my face to rub it all in and my tears flowed. I was pushed back to the outside of the ring and onto another cock. The guy didn’t even mind that I had another guy’s cum all over my face.

Suddenly, my head was snapped to the right as another guy started cumming on me. This was all about seeing how badly they could degrade me and cheapen the person I was, and my tears were their measure of how well they were performing for the camera. Even with my eyes closed I could feel his shots hitting me in the forehead and getting in my hair, and just as quickly I was brought back to the cock I had been fellating.

Someone behind me began lifting my ass off the backs of my feet and I figured out he was trying to get to my other opening. I held myself to the cock in my face as the guy behind me slipped right into my pussy and thrust like all hell. This was also a position I had tried once in my past while getting double teamed. I relished the feel, but not how it was going to end. Within seconds I was feeling like the guy in my mouth was ready to get off, but the guy in the other end beat him.

I just couldn’t stand fighting it anymore. If all these rich kids were so hell bent on disgracing me, I was just going to get it over with as quickly as possible. I felt the guy in my pussy begin ejaculating into me, but then he pulled out and finished on the outside of me to make that end of me as messed up as my face. I felt the guy in front of me begin his torrent and went down on my knees. I pulled off his cock and held my face right there for him to do his worst and have his fun. Even when another guy magically appeared to my left, I turned part way so he could also spray my face.

Giving in hadn’t stopped my tears, but I knew that was a big part of letting them know they had won and how effective they were being, so I just held my head up and took it.

My ass was hoisted back into the air and another boy entered me and pumped so fast and furious all I could do was try to keep from falling over. Two guys came to stand on either side of my head and jacked themselves off while the guy fucking me began saying he was ready. I felt him all but pull out from me and dumped his load right at the beginning of my hole. The second his hands released me, I went to my knees and felt his cum oozing out of me. I held my head up and straight ahead with my eyes closed, waiting for the last two guys to do their best to humiliate me. I felt a shot of cum hit the left side of my face and then the guy to my right started cumming. I felt it hitting my neck first and turned back and forth for both of them to take turns dumping on me. By the time I opened my eyes, the only person left in the room was the camera man, and he left right after memorializing my face. I fell onto my ass and became aware I had no more tears to shed. They had broken me.

As I sat there taking stock of my humiliation and how those bastards had stolen my dignity, the lights went dim again. I turned to see Chelsea standing there with a towel in her hands. She beckoned me to follow her and she took me outside. I could barely see because of all the scum running down my face and forehead. She obviously didn’t want to be seen with me again, because she pulled me behind some bushes before she began wiping me off for a second time.

“I’m so sorry for what those pigs did to you; and a second time at that. I didn’t set you up. Caca gave them permission to make that tape and they were hunting you down outside and couldn’t find you. That’s when they started going through the house to look for you. Are you okay?”

I nodded my head. I didn’t have anything left in me to say. My pride and dignity was stolen in their totality. Even as Chelsea felt me up as she wiped me off, I knew I was being violated, but it didn’t matter any more. She could have what she wanted.

When Chelsea dropped her towel, she stared at me for a minute and took some bills out of her top and stuffed them into my restraint. She told me, “I’m not going to make you do anything else now, but just in case you’re still short, here’s another hundred.”

I stared back at her for a moment and dropped to my knees. She stopped me and pulled me back up.

“No, not like this. If you really want to pay me back, meet me in front of the Belmont next Friday at dusk. We can make a night of it.”

I stared at her again and realized that she was really the only person to worry about my feelings throughout all of this. And maybe the guy she had found me a half hour ago. She leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. I felt foul as all hell, but I kissed her back. When we broke away, I told her in a very broken voice, “I’ll be there.”

She squatted down a little to look me in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure? I’d like to see you again…”

“Yeah,” after tonight I knew all about what I wanted and even though I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, I did find that I liked doing lesbian things. “I’d like that.”

Chelsea wanted to make sure she was perfectly clear about what she wanted from me and said, “I’m not into girls you know. But let’s face it; you’re really good at eating a girl’s pussy.”

“You make it easy to do; at least under these circumstances. It might not be so easy next time.”

I guess she knew my natural reluctance would heal along with my pride as soon as I got away from Tabatha. She said, “Don’t worry! Just show up and I’ll tell you what to do.”

There was a noise close to us and Chelsea kissed me goodbye. She told me to go buy my freedom from Tabatha.

I did exactly as she said and went to find Tabatha. When I found her next to the far end of the pool, she looked pissed at me again. Caca was no where to be found, but she did have two girlfriends with her. I told her I thought I had all her money and asked her to count it. She excused herself from her friends and told me to follow her. When we got into her foyer, she asked me if I thought I had really made her the five hundred dollars. I told her I should have and she continued leading me up the stairs.

In her room, she revealed that she had been holding a flash disk in her hand and went to put it into her computer. When I saw my face, I knew right off that it was the video just made of me. She left it running, but turned the volume down. I stared at what had happened to me from the outside looking in and sat on the edge of her bed.

“You’re such a fucking whore. Caca’s right; you are just white trailer trash. You did that a second time?”

I wasn’t going to say anything because I really didn’t expect her to believe me over Caca, but I had to set the record straight whether she wanted to believe me or not.

“Who do you think gave them the idea to do that to me again? Look at me… you think I did this to myself.”

Tabatha looked down in thought and for some reason figured it out. “I guess you’re right. She can be one jealous bitch. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

She came over to me and pushed me onto my back. Her fingers fished under my belt until she was sure she got all the money from the front and then rolled me over to empty the back side of it. I sat up and watched her sort, flatten, and count the bills. Before she totaled it, she asked me how much was needed to meet the total. I reminded her that it was three hundred forty-two dollars.

Tabatha counted it and came up with four hundred and six dollars. I watched her count out the extra sixty-four dollars and began stuffing it into the belt again. I turned to prevent her from doing that and told her to keep it. I knew I made it sound like ill gotten money, which it was, but I really wanted her to keep it. I told her, “Buy yourself something to go with the purse. I know it’s not much, but it should get you something.”

She held the money up and asked, “You don’t want anything? Even after what Caca did to you?”

I began sweating. I wanted something, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I guess she took my lack of answer, as my answer. She walked over to her bedroom door and locked it, and came back to me. She said to me, “I guess this is goodbye then.” She reached out her hand and ran her fingers under the bottom of my boobs and I felt my nipples stiffen immediately.

She pushed me onto my back again and started to undo the straps binding my wrists to my ribcage. She asked, “You’re going home, so you won’t do anything dumb will you?”

I knew what she wanted, but as much as I wanted to feel her close to me again, I wanted it my way. “Yes, I will!”

I shocked her with my answer until she realized there was a certain kind of safety I found in my bindings. She smiled, stood back a step, and began taking off the bikini she had changed into. I watched her stripping from my lying position and saw she really had a wonderful body. Her tits were just slightly smaller than mine, but had a perfect hang to them. And her nipples were hard just looking at me in my apparent heat for her.

She covered my nude form with hers and began kissing at my neck. I turned my head, but only so she could continue unfettered. She sniffed my ear and whispered, “You smell like cum, you fucking whore.”

I looked at her and after a very long pause I answered, “What can I say; I’m your fucking whore.”

Nothing else needed to be said and soon she was molesting my body like an old man. It didn’t take her long to yearn for the feel of my tongue on her lower lips again, and was soon riding my face like a mad woman. Between Chelsea and Tabatha, I was quickly coming to the conclusion that with little persuasion I could please another girl as well as any guy. How that would hang on to me when I got back home was up in the air, but here where no one knew me, I was a piece of clay to be molded.

After Tabatha had all of me that she could take, I asked her when I could expect to go home. She had been standing at her makeup table and picked something up to toy with as she asked me if I really wanted to leave. I had to say “yes” of course, but I told her if she gave me her number that I might be willing to call her for a private get together some day.

When she turned to come to me, I half expected her to kiss me one more time. So, when she covered my body with hers again, I never expected to see her suddenly cover my mouth with the piece of cloth I hadn’t seen in her hand. I struggled against her as she kissed my forehead and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I heard her say, “I had so much fun with you.”

I bolted upright in bed to the sound of a garbage truck apparently driving into the side of my room. Even before I was sure I had heard the noise I thought I had, another loud bang rang out. I had a headache and looked down to see I was still nude. Everything that had happened came rushing back to me. That started an avalanche of raw emotions that had me feeling like crying one moment, and diddling myself the next.

I saw the phone next to the bed and picked it up to call my friends as I had said I would do. I tried everything I could think of but I couldn’t get a dial tone.

I tried to understand what time it could be and what was the last time I could remember. I remembered Tabatha coming at me with the cloth and figured that it had to be around two in the morning by then. At the fleeting thought of the “trains” I had pulled, I ran my hands through my hair to feel a rat’s nest of tangled locks and dried flakes of sperm. I buried my face in my hands for several minutes as I relived those moments where I had been defiled beyond belief. The only thing that broke my chain of thought was the urge growing between my legs. I felt ashamed that I could find anything erotically tantalizing over what those boys had done to me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a light rap on my hotel room door. I wrapped myself up in a sheet and went to the door to look out the peephole. It was the girl that had signed me in the night before. I didn’t know if I should let her in and beat the fuck out of her or simply ignore her. I rested my head against the door and tried to decide what to do and then a second rap brought me back to reality. I opened the door a couple of inches and asked her what she wanted.

“Its check out time sweetie, I have to go over some things with you. May I come in?”

I told her I needed a shower and wasn’t even dressed yet. She insisted on coming in and I relented uneasily. The clerk looked around and asked where my clothes were and all I could do was stutter.

“I thought you would have found them by now.” She went into the bathroom and came back with a pile of neatly folded clothes and sandals, and handed them to me as she set on the bed with her clipboard and papers.

“You have to get dressed now and shower later. There’s two girls waiting for you in the lobby and are a little worried about you. They said you were suppose to call one of them and never did. You might want to take a look at rule seven on your copy of the Ledger.”

I was delighted to know my girls had come back to check up on me, and a little ashamed to have been caught violating one of the rules I had been warned about up front. I had told Rosie that I would call her by midnight to let her know everything was fine with me. Until now, I’d forgotten all about that safety plan.

She told me to get dressed as she began rifling through her papers. I figured that she knew a lot more than I did, so I dropped the top of the sheet and pulled the shirt over my head as I listened to what she had to tell me.

The girl held up a long piece of paper and ripped off the rear copy to hand me. “You remember this, don’t you?”

I had just dropped the sheet and was reaching for the underwear she had brought me and nodded my head to her when I saw what she was holding in her hand.

“This was the Ledger you signed in on and your copy will tell you how to make any complaints you might have about your stay with us, however, we rarely ever hear any.” I didn’t like the way the girl looked at my crotch as I fitted the slightly small panties to my form, and turned away as she continued her spiel. “I hope you enjoyed your stay at the Belmont Hotel. Remember that we insist on total confidentiality; on our part, as well as yours. You only got what you asked for as stated in both the contracts and the surveys. In a couple of weeks you should receive a complimentary souvenir of your stay with us. Please, feel free NOT to tell your friends about us here. People come to room 113 by invitation only, as you saw.”

The girl walked over to the door and asked me to follow her, but I told her I had to fix my hair before seeing my friends or they would see my state, and after giving me a very annoyed look she gave me a “minute”.

I went into the bathroom and ran my fingers tightly through my hair and tried using the courtesy comb which was a total failure. I took a good look at myself and decided I needed to leave something of me in the room to make everything seem real. I looked over my body but found nothing to leave, but the shorts I had been given failed to cover my new tattoo. That was what I could leave. I grabbed the sewing kit next to the comb, took out a needle and looked around the room. I opened the door to the vanity cabinet and scrawled out on the back of the door, # 0-6-9-6-9. I looked at it for a moment and realizing what the number denoted, I added the word Lot before it.

“Miss, you really have to hurry,” came from the front door.

I ran out to the door apologizing to her and she was holding my ID in her hand for me to take. I took a quick look at the picture of the girl on the license and hardly recognized her from the one I had just looked at in the mirror. She then handed me a blank white business card. I turned it over and all it had on it was a hand written phone number. I remembered what I had told Tabatha and knew it was her number. I walked by the clerk and looked back as I thanked her. Why? I wasn’t really sure right then, but in just a couple of minutes I would find reason for it.

“Julie, over here.”

I looked around to my left and saw my girls, Rosie and Janet, calling to me. I nearly ran to them to give them hugs. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what it felt like to hold them tight to my body for those few seconds. I knew I was going to have to find a way to tell them about the new me, but I also knew they were going to have to find out for themselves to really understand how I needed them to grow into the friends I hoped they would. They wanted to ask me a million questions, but I told them to save them for the ride home.

The doorman held the door open for us and asked if we needed a taxi. I saw a car across the street that looked out of place, and a girl got out that caught my eye. I told the doorman we had a car and he gave me the sweetest smile that left me wondering if he had any idea what guests in this hotel went through.

He called out to me, “I certainly hope you enjoyed your stay at the Belmont , and I hope you choose to stay with us again in the future.”

I smiled back at the kindly old man just as the girl I saw came walking by us to the front door of the hotel. She queried me, “Julie… is that you?”

The girl had on a hat with a large brim that hung over her face, but when she lifted her hat away I saw it was Chelsea . I freaked that she was so close to my friends whom knew nothing of what I had been through. But her intent became very clear.

“About a month ago? Remember… the little shop on the strip? We were talking about the cutest little handbag that you were wishing you could buy for your dear friend. Did you ever get to buy it?”

Her words were riddled with hidden messages, but I saw she was keeping my secret. I answered, “Yeah, actually I did. She should have it by now. How have you been?”

She took a deep sigh and replied, “Lonely I’m afraid. I dumped that guy I was with and now I’m looking again. You’re cute! Care to hop a few bars and help me find a new one. Friday maybe?”

I knew she was questioning whether or not I was coming back to meet her, so I made it clear for her. “I’m sorry, Chelsea, but I already have a date for Friday. It’s someone new I just met and all I know about what we’re doing is that I was warned not to ask questions and do as I was told.” I thought that I may have a lot more to explain to my girls than I wanted to do, so I added, “Think I’m getting in over my head?”

Chelsea reached out to give me a tight hug and whispered, “See you Friday and bring a big appetite.”

I backed away and answered, “I will!”

After we resumed walking to Rosie’s car, Janet wanted to know if my Friday night date had anything to do with last night. Rosie commented on Chelsea ’s expensive clothes and style.

Janet asked me, “Yeah, how’d you ever hook up with a rich bitch like that?”

“Just met her… in a store… by a pool, someplace! I can’t really remember. But I was just kidding about the date. Could you imagine me hanging out with someone like her?”

We were just pulling out of the parking lot and I saw my Lot number hanging below my shorts and wondered how I would explain it to my girls. Maybe the truth would get me what I wanted from them? I looked up just in time to see Chelsea passing us in her car. I smiled at her and she licked her lips in such a way that it shot a shiver down my spine. I turned back to watch her drive away and then took a last look at the building we had just left. I saw the sign at the roofline and read it under my breath… the Belmont Hotel.

A dare and a challenge to all ASSTR writers that are capable enough to use a plot, proof read their work, and use a spell checker. I would like to open this story to all to use as a basis to write their own “case” story at the lovely Belmont Hotel. Just assign it a five digit number after the title, include the same two paragraph intro to let people know it’s the same series ( i.e. As the legend goes…), and make it your hottest fantasy ever explored. It can be either gender that stays at the hotel, but all characters should be of age. Switch my name for yours of course; it may be my premise, but it’s still your story. And lastly, this very dare should follow your own story to keep the Belmont Hotel… full up with horrific legends of fantasies being made to come true.

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