The Whore Next Door

The Whore Next Door  ants2

by Joanspawn

This is a story about a middle aged suburban
Soccer mom who’s life becomes a living hell

They drove the three miles without speaking as Kevin located the bookstore Adriana had told him to find. The bookstore was located on a block that contained several bars, all rather seedy, a small used car lot and a radiator repair shop in an old working class neighborhood that had seen better days. The store was set on a busy thoroughfare, but most of the traffic on the street seemed intent on reaching the newer, more prosperous suburbs to the south, or heading the other direction into the city. As soon as you stepped off the main drag, you seemed to step back 30 or more years, back to the 40s and 50s when the city had been young, vibrant, filled with families drawn to the area of the influx of factories and jobs brought around by the war.

However, the war had ended 40 years ago, the factories had mostly closed, and the jobs had moved south. What was left was a city of 40 year old homes, packed together like sardines. Graffiti covered many of the walls, and the once bright colors had faded. The city was home to a new generation of immigrants from Mexico and the far east drawn by cheap housing prices and rents. Additionally, the city had attracted more than it’s share of bikers, parolees, and white trash who had discovered that the local police weren’t really interested in they did as long as they kept things from getting out of hand.

Not wanting to park on the brightly lit main drag, he turned onto a side street and parked the car as far back into the darkness as he possibly could. Turning off the ignition, he grabbed his camera bag, got out of the car and waited for his mother to join him. Slowly, as if in a trance, Joan followed suit.

Picking a dark spot between streetlights, Kevin waited for his mother without looking at her. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This was far and away the worst thing that had ever happened to him, the worst thing that he had ever done. He hadn’t spoken to her, nor made eye contact with her all evening. He couldn’t. Much as he tried, he couldn’t help thinking about her. His mother had always been pretty. Shy, modest, but pretty in that “girl next door” sort of way she had brown hair, green eyes and although he never liked to think about it, he knew she’d always had a nice figure. He couldn’t understand how they’d gotten caught up in all this.

When his mother caught up to him, as Adriana had instructed, he took her by the arm. She was trembling, her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her but didn’t resist as he silently guided her towards the main drag, and the gaudy neon signs advertising the adult bookstore.

Nervously, he opened the door and guided his mother inside. There were five or six customers in the store when they arrived. They all looked up at the two newcomers. Adriana had told him that the room he was looking for was all the way in the back of the store. He saw the sign and then, as instructed, pretended to browse. He felt all the eyes in the room upon them. He felt completely out of place. He knew that his mother had never been in a place like this. 5’4”, 115lbs and slim, the expensive business suit she was wearing emphasized her figure. The skirt was shorter than anything Kevin had seen his mother wear, at least back home and the pantyhose and black pumps accentuated her legs. The men stared and began to collect around the intruders.

The seconds seemed like hours as Kevin waited the allotted five minutes. When the time was up, he took his mother’s arm and guided her back towards the booths. When they saw where the couple was headed, the men all followed. Entering the dark hallway, Kevin found the room he was looking for and guided his mother into the room, the men crowding around outside. Speaking to her, for the first time that evening, his voice quivered as he told her to strip to the waist. Looking at him, for the first time, her eyes widening she stiffened as if to object.

Kevin watched as his mother’s posture stiffened and she made eye contact with him for the first time that evening. He was too scared to speak. Instead, he watched silently as she stared up at him, tears welling in her eyes. She seemed dazed and Kevin wondered what Adriana had given her. After a few moments, moments that seemed like hours to the terrified young man, she seemed to realize that it was futile to object. Her entire body slumped, and still without speaking, she lowered her eyes to the floor. Slowly, she began to comply. She dropped her purse in the corner of the small room and turned away from her son. Kevin knew what Adriana had over him, but he couldn’t imagine what Adriana had over his mother that would cause her to act this way.

Kevin, already scared grew more afraid as his mother undressed. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there. His discomfort was not ameliorated by the scene unfolding before him. Had he been watching this in a movie, or had he been shown photographs of his mother, he would have found the sight erotic. However she was here, present, real and he couldn’t escape that. His fear, shame and humiliation were overpowering and all he wanted was to get away. He was frozen, afraid to even move.

Joan hesitantly undressed, interrupting the process repeatedly to wipe the tears from her face. Finally, she finished, huddling towards the corner, her arm covering her chest. Kevin knew what he had to do. He removed his Pentax from the camera bag, and speaking for the second time that night, told his mother to turn around. She complied. He told her to drop her arms, and she did, exposing her newly swollen tits. Kevin was too shaken to appreciate the sight and he quickly took a series of shots of the topless woman as she stood there in stiff compliance.

Fortunately for him, she didn’t try to make eye contact, still sobbing, she kept her eyes down. When he thought that he had taken enough shots to satisfy Adriana and company, he stopped. He was almost done, almost out of there. He motioned for his mother to face the wall with the hole in it. She complied. As he motioned her down towards the hole, she dropped to her knees. Kevin could hear sounds on the other side, and realized that the men had crowded into the adjoining booth. He saw a penis penetrate the hole and hoarsely told his mother to “suck it”. Her body stiffened for a moment and she moaned to herself as if in unspeakable pain. With tears rolling down her face, she took the penis into her left hand and then slowly took it into her mouth.

Kevin quickly took the rest of the roll of film, the pics depicting his mother topless, on her knees, sucking cock through a glory hole. When he ran out of film he was ready to escape. He grabbed the camera bag and made his exit. He rushed down the darkened hallway past the men crowding around the adjacent booth and out into the store to escape his shame. Approaching the door, the man behind the counter motioned for him to stop.

Are you leaving her alone? He asked incredulously. Do you have any idea of what she is in for? Kevin couldn’t tell whether the man was genuinely concerned or simply couldn’t believe what was happening. Reciting the story Adriana had prepared him with, Kevin told the man that Joan was a married housewife who was experimenting with some of her sexual fantasies. He wasn’t sure how much of the story believed, much less understood, but from the leer on the man’s face as he finished the explanation, Kevin had the feeling that he had designs on Joan himself. He didn’t object this time when Kevin went to leave.

Kevin hurried to his car seeking to put as much distance between himself and recent events as possible. He drove to a nearby plaza and found a pay phone. He called Adriana and reported in as instructed. She giggled when he told her what had just transpired and mockingly congratulated him on a job well done. She told him to get the film he had taken developed and directed him to a specific one-hour photo lab on El Camino. She told him to hurry as it was almost 10 and the lab closed at 10. But don’t worry Kevin they’re waiting for you. She instructed him to get the film developed and to meet her with the photographs.

He made it to the lab on-time. When he arrived, there were two people behind the counter, and attractive middle-aged Latina and a younger Latin male. Kevin knew he had seen them before but didn’t know where. Both stared at him as he arrived and exchanged knowing glances as Kevin nervously filled out form. The woman smirked at Kevin as she accepted the film. Without being asked, the woman told him that his film would be ready in about 45 minutes. As he left, he could hear them laughing behind his back. He waited in the parking lot in a state of semi shock.

Picking up the film was more humiliating if possible then dropping it off. The woman treated Kevin with contempt. Getting out of there as quickly as possible Kevin raced to the bar where Adriana had told him to meet her, several blocks down the street from the bookstore. When he arrived she wasn’t there so he waited.

*********************

At first, Stephen couldn’t believe his luck. Recently paroled, he taken the job at the adult bookstore to kill time, until something better came along. It wasn’t that he had anything against pornography, to the contrary, he liked it, particularly the harder core stuff, BDSM and the like. However, he found the bookstore, filthy even by his low standards moreover it was usually a boring place to spend a Friday night. However, beggars can’t be choosers, his rap sheet precluded a better job, and this one wasn’t difficult.

He was shocked when the well dressed, soccer mom type came in with the nervous looking kid. They were completely out of place. The broad was in her late 30s, or early 40s, but still worth a second look. Pretty, medium-height, slim, but even under the suit, it was clear she had an impressive rack on her. She was way overdressed, even Stephen could tell that the suit she was wearing had cost a bundle. Those earrings looked real—they probably cost more than he made in a year. He had always hated women like her—uptight, acting like they were better than him, strutting around in their high heels and skirts, knowing the effect they had on men, and pretending to be offended when someone took interest. But now he could stare at her without fear. She was on his turf. He wondered what the hell she was thinking coming in here dressed like that.

The odd couple, browsed the magazine racks, or more accurately, the boy pretended to browse, while the woman stood stiffly beside him, staring at the ground. There were four or five other patrons in the store all men. When the couple had arrived, they all seemed as interested in the newcomers as Stephen. The boy kept checking his watch. Stephen wondered what he was waiting for. After about five minutes had passed the boy took the woman by the arm and led her back towards the booths. What in the world, were they doing Stephen wondered? This is getting better and better he thought. As they disappeared into the dark hallway leading to the booths, Stephen turned his attention to the monitor behind the counter.

The owner had installed a set of security cameras ostensibly to prevent shoplifting but had also placed one camera in the hallway a joint in the booths and two cameras in the rooms containing the glory hole. Stephen had never seen any “action” on the camera, but as Mike had joked when they were putting them in,” you never know”.

Stephen watched the grainy screen as the boy looked in the booths until he found one of the booths with the glory hole cut in. Still grasping the older woman by her upper arm he guided her into the room and shut the door. Switching to one of the cams in this room, Stephen watched the woman intently. The boy must have said something to upset her because she looked up at him for the first time. After a moment, she seemed to droop, and she turned away from the boy and began to undress. She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. She then slowly began to unbuttoned her blouse. Pulling the tail of her blouse free of her skirt, she slowly slipped it off also. Fumbling with the clasp that held her bra on, she finally removed that also had stood there holding her bra with one hand and covering her exposed breasts with the other.

Apparently at the boy’s direction she turned to face him and dropped the hand covering her chest. She stood there exposed and Stephen could see that she was crying. He found the sight incredibly erotic. Her tits were better than he had imagined, much better. It was obvious that she had had implants and he looked good. They were too large for her slim frame but that’s just how he liked them.

He continued to watch as the boy pulled out a camera and began to photograph her. Stephen didn’t think things could get any stranger, but they did. He watched as the boy guided the woman to her knees in front of the waist high hole in the wall and pushed her head down.

The other patrons had followed the couple into the back booths and were milling around in the hallway and in the adjoining booth. Apparently someone realized what was happening in the locked booth because one of the men unzipped his pants and stuck his penis through the hole. Stephen watched as the woman hesitantly began to massage the penis and then watched the boy push her face into the engorged cock. As the woman began to suck, the boy picked up the camera and took another series of photographs.

Stephen’s attention was focused on the kneeling bitch. From this angle, looking down, he was unable to get a look at her marvelous rack. Stephen was a tit man. He wanted another look at this set. He didn’t notice the boy leave the room until he was almost at the counter. Curious, he attempted to engage him in conversation. The boy put him off and quickly left leaving the woman to the tender mercies of the crowd gathered in the back.

Stephen went back to watching the monitor. The bitch was still working on a cock with her back to him. He could hear the men in the back getting louder no longer inhibited now that they realized the woman was alone. This went on for some time. A couple of the guys came out of the booth and left the store. They returned 15 minutes later with another group of men and headed back towards the booths. He grew bored of watching the back of her head.

After an hour or so, Stephen noticed that the men were trickling out of the back area. Looking back at the monitor, he saw that the woman was huddled on the floor the booth. She wasn’t moving. When she stayed like this, Stephen figured he’d better go back and check her out. Using the passkey, he opened the door to the booth. When he entered, he could see that she was breathing but she appeared passed out. The chance was too good to pass up. Rolling her over on her back he grabbed one of her tits at first gently but when she didn’t resist he began to get rougher. As he mauled her Joan became at least partially conscious.

When she reached up to protect her breast, Stephen backed off and unzipped his pants. Removing his penis, he stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair and guided her face onto his cock. She didn’t resist. When he finished, he noticed that a group of men had gathered around the door and were watching them. As he stepped back, several crowded into the room. Stephen knew what was going to happen. For a moment, he debated stopping it, but only for a moment. Fuck it, he decided. This bitch wasn’t anybody to him.

Stephen had left the crowd in the back of the store and had gone back up to the register where he could still watch the action on the monitor. Over the next few hours, a few more guys came in, and when the bar down the street closed, a couple bikers Stephen knew came in with a couple of their bitches. The women seemed to enjoy watching the assault. He watched one of them rip off her earrings, and watched as once the men were done with her, both women then took turns jamming things into the semi-comatose victim just to get a reaction out of her.

Joan’s life had been turned completely upside down. She knew it was the least partially her fault. She should never have given in to the blackmail in the first place. She should have gone to the police about that first rape. If she had things would have been different. If she only known what was in store.

That day had begun like any other, at least any other since she had stepped into this nightmare. In fact, by recent standards, it had been a fairly decent day. She had gone to work and really hadn’t been molested at all. They had left her alone pretty much. She worked as a receptionist for a food distribution warehouse. The job itself was humiliating for someone with a Masters degree, but that was just the start. The things they made her do were unspeakable. In the beginning, they had told her that if she went along with them, things would be ok. Wanting to believe them, and not really having any choice, she had gone along. When she wouldn’t do so willingly, they had forced her.

She had thought that she had escaped any major torments that day when Adriana had arrived. The younger woman had fed her several pills and instructed her as to how to dress. It took a while for the pills to kick in, but when they did, Joan found herself in somewhat of a daze.

Even in her partially dazed state, Joan had been dumbfounded when her son arrived to pick her up. She didn’t know that he even knew she was in California, much less what she had done over the last few months. She couldn’t stand the idea of him seeing her like this. They had promised that they wouldn’t tell her family. They had lied. Again.

When Kevin arrived, he didn’t look at his mother and she didn’t look at him. He waited on the steps while Adriana had given Joan her instructions. While Mike and Denise watched, Adriana had calmly explained to Joan the consequences of resistance. Joan had heard it all before, she knew that the young Latina was serious, that she could and would carry out her threats.

Joan didn’t speak to her son on the ride to the bookstore. She was in a semi trance anyway from the 30 mg of Valium Adriana had given her. She had no idea what was in store for her, but couldn’t speak to her son. She couldn’t bear finding out that he knew about the things that they had made her do. She had never been to an adult bookstore, and even in her drugged state, was uncomfortable by the leering men. When he had taken her into the booth, she had no idea what was going to happen. When her son told her to strip to her waist, part of her wanted to die…….indeed, part of her did die at that moment as she realized that her son was part of the nightmare. She had been relieved when he finally quit taking pictures and left her alone in the booth. She couldn’t bear the shame of him looking at her.

She had been trying to satisfy the men who stuck their penis’ through the hole in the wall because she knew that was what Adriana and company wanted and she knew the consequences of refusal. However, after about an hour, weariness coupled with the heavy dose of valium she had taken overcame her. At first, she just stared at the cock facing her, then, unable to stay up, she lay down on the floor and passed into a state of semi consciousness.

She was vaguely aware that someone had entered the booth. She felt him roll her over on her back. When he began mauling her chest, the pain brought her back to consciousness. She didn’t resist as he made her suck him off.

When he was done, she fell back to the floor and didn’t try to protect herself as the others swarmed into the booth. They had removed her remaining clothing and then had begun taking turns raping her there on the floor.

She didn’t notice one of the men empty her purse, not that Denise let her keep much money, but he took all she had.

She didn’t feel it as one of the attackers pulled her necklace off.

She didn’t resist when one of the few women in the group that evening removed her diamond earrings.

She didn’t resist when they began to rape her with objects including a beer bottle.

She simply lay there, in a state of semi-consciousness as they took turns on her.

When she awoke, she was alone. It was dark. She was in pain everywhere and laying in a pool of urine. Slowly she tried to get up. Her clothes were nowhere to be found. Her purse was laying in the corner, it’s contents strewn around the filthy floor.

Adriana had met Kevin at the bar that evening to collect the photos he had taken. She had wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, but both Karrie and Denise were there, and they seemed to enjoy forcing him to describe what had happened at the bookstore. He was in tears as he described what he had made her do, and how he had left her. After tormenting him for a while, Adriana gave him his final instructions for the evening and they then sent him away.

It had started out this way, just the three of them. As their abuse of Joan had expanded, they had, of necessity, let others into their group. They remained the core, the center of “power”. They sat there, less than mile away from their victim, enjoying the evening knowing that her life was, at that very moment, a complete, living hell.

It had started as a joke and gone way behind that quickly. Early on they realized that they had gone too far to ever turn back. Now they knew that they had to completely break her, send her beyond redemption. They discussed what was to come next. Karrie, the more cautious of the three, had always assumed that they would play with their victim for a while, and then let her go before things got out of hand. Denise had been in favor of exploiting her on a continuing basis. Adriana, perhaps the most realistic of the bunch realized that once they started, they had to finish, and that in all likelihood that would mean killing Joan to keep her from ever talking, or, perhaps, sending her out of the country, to finish out her life as a sex slave in a foreign brothel. She knew the others would go along with her in the end. They always did. And in the meantime, Denise could keep her as her own little housepet.

Earlier that week, they had taken Joan in for a breast enlargement. For someone her age, she was pretty, but relatively flat chested. The women decided that she would have much more value if they hung a set of tits on her. Joan had no idea what was happening until afterwards when she woke up in the recovery room. It had taken some work to arrange, but they had managed to find a cooperative surgeon through a school classmate of Karrie’s who worked as a nurse in that office who didn’t mind that some of the consent forms were signed after the operation. Karrie made sure that Joan repaid his kindness by allowing him to charge Joan twice the normal rate, and making Joan put it on her credit card.

The operation had taken Joan from a 34b, to a 36DD in one fell swoop. The tits were too big for her small frame, but that was the idea. They wanted to turn her into a toy, an object.

Joan had cried when she awoke, nothing was new about that. Adriana sensed that it was at that point that she seemed to realize that she was never going to be able to go home again. Adriana was concerned that she might rebel, but she didn’t. She went about her duties at work, and at home with Denise and Mike with the same numb, expressionless gaze that had become the norm over the last few weeks, never smiling, never resisting, just numbly going along.

The women spent the rest of the evening planning their next steps not leaving the bar until almost closing time.

Kevin left the bar and, following Adriana’s instructions, had gone back to the bookstore. Parking in the back this time, he walked across the gravel parking lot. He could hear the noise from inside and imagined what his mother was going through.

This night was just too strange. Stephen couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the boy who come in earlier with that piece of fuck meat being worked over in the back come back in. The boy came up to the counter and Stephen could see that he really wasn’t that young, perhaps 21 or 22. He was however, just as scared as when Stephen had first seen him. Stephen asked him what the fuck he wanted.

Speaking quietly, the boy asked him if they were done with his mother. Thinking that this couldn’t get any weirder, Stephen asked him is that really your mother back there? Unable to meet Stevens mocking gaze, the boy timidly answered in the affirmative. No, Stephen went on, we’re not done with her. He wanted to show the boy the monitor so he could see for himself that they weren’t done with her, but wasn’t sure how the boy would respond. He sure didn’t want the kid to go ape shit and screw things up. He shouldn’t have worried. The boy told him that his mother’s name was Joan and that they should take their time with her. He hoped they enjoyed her in the boy told him he simply had won favor to ask. He asked if Stephen would call him when they were done with her and someone would come to pick her up. As Adriana had instructed him to say, he asked if Stephen could put his mother out the back door after calling and someone would be there to pick her up.

Stephen agreed, he had wondered what they were going to do with the bitch when it was over. The boy left, clearly glad to be out of there.

Stephen monitored the fuckmeat periodically. He looked at his watch when the last person left. They finally finished with her about 3:30 a.m. By his calculation, she had been taking it for about 4 hours. He checked in on her and she seemed to be passed out on the floor. Her hair was wet and he bent down to check it out—piss. At least one of those bastards had pissed on the bitch. Stephen was a little irritated with that, not because he was offended, but because he would have liked to have watched.

Noticing her purse for the first time, he checked it, but anything of value was long gone. He left her laying on the ground until about 5:00 a.m. He called the number the boy had left. No one answered but he left a message just like the boy had asked him too. He waited another half an hour and went back to wake the sleeping bitch. When he went back into the room, she was already stirring. She whimpered as he told her to get up. She struggled unsteadily to her feet, trying to cover up at the same time. Stephen laughed a little at the ridiculous attempt at modesty.

She didn’t resist when he led her towards the back door, but moaned as he shoved the nude woman out the back, into the darkened gravel parking lot.

Joan tried to find a place to hide. She was cold, wet, disoriented and the gravel cut her feet. Eventually, she made her way to a dumpster and huddled there, shivering, trying to think of something to do. She saw a police cruiser drive by on the main drag, but was too ashamed of her nudity to flag it down. Besides, she was ambivalent of asking the police for help. Last time she had tried that, things hadn’t gone very well.

Gradually, it was getting lighter. Joan found some cardboard in the dumpster and wrapped herself in it to at least warm her a little. In a state of shock, she couldn’t think of a place to go. She finally screwed up her courage enough to stand, not sure of where she was going to go, she knew she had to go somewhere. As she struggled to her feet, a black van screeched into the parking lot, spewing gravel at her. The door opened, and from inside, she could see Adriana and Karrie laughing at her.

“Get in bitch” were the last words she heard before someone grabbed her and through her into the back of the van.

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