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update july 25 - 2011
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=341953&page=submissions"
Thrillseeking Slut Surprised
byTheDarkCloud©
Barbara Vaughn stood outside the hotel and gave a shiver that shook her entire 43 year old body. The large black ex army doorman observed and stepped over to her.
"Can I offer you a jacket Madam, or do you wish to wait in the foyer until your driver brings your car round?"
Barbara shook her head. The involuntary shiver had been nothing to do with the temperature of the night, it was a mild night in London. Rather it was a shiver of anticipation.
"No thank you, you are very kind though."
The attractive blonde flashed a smile at the doorman that brought a smile to his lips. God she was beautiful, dressed immaculately in a designer black gown, with expensive stockings and heels and bedecked in sparkling jewellery. A classy woman to be sure and so nice and pleasant, not like some of the stuck up society bitches that frequented the hotel and treated him like shit when they weren't busy ignoring his presence. It would have surprised him greatly to know that as she smiled at him Barbara, daughter of a Lord and wife of a Cabinet Minister in the UK Parliament, was imagining herself dropping to her knees on the stone step and gorging herself on what she imagined would be his huge, black cock.
She gave another shiver and forced herself to turn away and look at the driveway lest she give herself away, or worse yet try to act on her desire. But she couldn't shake the thought and by the time her Chauffeur finally drew round the bend and came to a halt beside her Barbara was in her own dreamland where she had progressed from sucking his thick black cock to being bent over the wall to the side of the exclusive hotel and taking it hard from behind. As Owen, her driver stepped round to open her door Barbara turned to smile at the doorman one last time before sliding into the voluminous, comfortable back seat.
She waited until the car was past the large stone gates of the hotel before dropping the privacy panel and staring at her young driver's neck. He glanced at the driving mirror and saw her staring.
"Did you have a nice evening?"
"Not really. I couldn't really concentrate. My mind kept wandering. I don't know how I lasted this long. Is it all set up?"
"Yes, everything. I'll not tell you anything about it, let it be a surprise - or shock."
She saw his lip curl into a smile and knew this would be good.
"Do we have time for a stop Owen. It sounds like you deserve a reward."
He smirked again. Mrs Vaughn had been giving the young driver rewards for the last year or so and they were always worth receiving.
"Yes I fucking do you nasty little cunt. Organising this has given me a right hard dick and I need a release. Your tarty mouth will do nicely. Call it a warm up for you, eh?"
Barbara squirmed in the back seat. Owen more than knew her love of dirty talk.
"Then you had better find a lay by quickly and get back here with me, hadn't you?"
He drew in shortly afterwards but remained in his seat and swivelled to address his employer's wife.
"I don't think we've got time bitch. But why don't you get your ass up here beside me and you can blow me while I drive you. It'll save me having to blindfold you anyway because you won't see where we're going with your face in my crotch, will you?"
Licking her lips at being told what to do Barbara slid out of the car (Owen certainly wasn't going to open the door for her here) and she slipped in beside her part-time lover. Yes Barbara Vaughn was one of the sweetest, nicest MP's wives you were likely to meet but she was also addicted to cheap, nasty, dirty sex and she wasn't going to get that from her normal, staid, placid husband. She had led Owen astray, the young man not in a hurry to abuse the trust and position he had gained but no man could have resisted the sexy blonde for too long. And tonight Barbara was going further than ever before.
She sat beside her driver and shared a guilty look with him before he engaged the engine again making it clear Barbara was expected to do all the work. As he slowly pulled out into the traffic her small hands worked his zipper and tugged his unencumbered penis free. He was already erect and she gave him a couple of strokes before dropping onto her knees in the passenger footwell and leaning over to accept his cock between her perfect, pink lips. A few quick licks were followed by her pushing her mouth onto his prick, almost impaling herself until she slobbered over it before finally coming up for air. After that she started a steady rythym of going up and down on the driver's stiff member. After fifteen minutes of oral sex Owen was near the point of climax but he kept his eyes on the road, this wasn't the type of area where you wanted to have an accident. He put his hand down and pushed Barbara's head fully onto his cock and hissed.
"You need to hurry up, we're almost here. Your nightmare is about to begin."
Barbara increased her speed and ferocity of sucking and was swiftly rewarded with an eruption in her mouth as Owens dick exploded and pumped a series of shots of cum into her mouth. She greedily sucked it all in and swallowed in and wiped her chin just as Owen pulled in and brought the car to a stop.
Barbara pulled herself up and sat in the front seat staring out the window. The sight that greeted her was a run down, vandalised old house that looked abandoned. It was obviously in an estate in London and not a very savoury one at that. She looked at Owen and displayed her fear and concern.
"Last chance, do you want to back out? You can stop this here. You do not have to go ahead with this."
Barbara swallowed and nodded before answering.
"Yes. Yes I do want and have to go ahead with this. I crave the excitement and adventure. I trust you. This is what I want. This is my fantasy come to life. I want to do this."
"OK good. Get out of the car then and walk up to that house. Once you enter it I will drive off and you will be on your own. They are waiting for you, but you understand when you cross that threshold there is no safe word that will save you. There is no safety net. They will do whatever they want with and to you and you will not be able to deny them. I gave them the instructions that they could do anything they wanted just like you asked."
Barbara swallowed the last of his cum and nodded then bravely got out of the limo and entered the dark night....
*
Barbara got out of the car and had a sudden attack of fear and very nearly turned around to get back into the relative safety of the car. Get back in the back seat and let her driver take her home, safe and sound to her Kensington flat, to await her husband's return in two days time from his fact finding trip to South Africa. But as she hesitated Owen drove off and left her standing on the pavement, her mind suddenly made up for her. As she listened to the engine of the car disappear into the night she forced her feet to move to walk towards the dark, abandoned looking house.
Her heels clicked loudly on the cracked stone path and she was aware how loud she sounded as she approached a wooden door with graffiti across it and a large padlock on it barring entry. This puzzled her and she lifted the lock and tried the door but nothing moved. Just as she was about to call out she heard movement to her left and behind and a figure slammed into her shoving her forward with some force into the immovable door.
Barbara gave a shriek of surprise as she was hit and a hard callused hard reached up and grabbed her throat and a sour, threatening voice hissed in her ear.
"No noise bitch! Make another fucking squeak and I'll shut you up!"
Barbara whimpered and nodded but had no time to further consider her position before the hand changed to grab her perfectly coiffured blonde hair and drag her around the side of the house. They came to a wooden gate, which the man kicked open and pulled Barbara inside. They were in a small yard surrounded by a high, wooden fence with three barbed wire strands along the top to ward off unwanted visitors and a lamp above the back door into the house provided some illumination. The man threw Barbara to her knees on a small patch of overgrown grass and turned to slam a bolt home. There was a vile smell that Barbara could detect and she was nearly sick as she spotted a large pile of dog shit just a few feet from her, she looked up at a large kennel in the corner of the yard and spied the beast itself, a fighting dog on a thick collar and chain that looked as mean as all hell and was already growling at this intrusion.
"Easy Devil, this bitch is for me not you. Not yet anyway!"
Barbara cringed and tried to stumble to her feet, incoherently babbling that she had changed her mind.
"Tough Lady. You're too late now. I got a contact to fulfil and I'm a man of my word."
Then his hands grabbed the plunging neckline of her expensive dress and with a pull ripped it apart. The fabric stood no chance against the powerful rip and it just came apart in his hands like toilet paper. Barbara's flesh was exposed to the cool night air now and she shuddered as she watched her dress tossed aside in pieces in this filthy yard.
"Expensive knickers for a slut!"
Her attacker exclaimed as he roughly hauled her silk bra off then tore her matching peach knickers of leaving her in just her stockings. She squealed and struggled but once he jerked her to her knees by her hair and slapped her face a couple of time she shut up again.
"What you moaning about bitch? This is what you fucking wanted?"
"No! Not like this!"
"Don't fucking lie."
He bent down and for the first time Barbara saw her attacker. He was a large man, covered in tattoos and wearing a white vest and jeans. He was well built and bald and huge, muscular arms. As he stared into the petite woman's eyes his hand reached out and invaded her cunt, his fingers wriggling about in there. She was soaking wet. Casually he withdrew his fingers then very deliberately sucked on them. He slapped her in the face and snarled.
"Lying bitch!" before standing up and unzipping his trousers.
The cock he pulled out was wide and long and already more than half stiff. He slapped it against her cheeks and chin before shoving it into Barbara's mouth just as she made to speak.
This was just about as far removed from the blow job she had given Owen in the car earlier than could be imagined.
The brute shoved his dick in as far as it would go, far enough that his fat, hairy balls were squashed against her prim little chin and the tuft of wiry, black pubic hair above his cock were in her flared nostrils. Her eyes went wide at the sudden insertion and he pulled back but only to ram his big cock right back down and into her throat. This time when he removed his cock she gagged and spluttered and trails of spit fell from her mouth but before she could spit them off he was back in her, choking her on his dick and this time nipping her nostrils together with his hand. Her eyes bulged, she panicked and she started to black out but he released her and she fell on her hands and knees and was sick on the grass beside the dog shit.
Her assailant gave her precisely two seconds before bending down to grab her by her rapidly messy hair and pushing her face into her own pool of sick.
"Disgusting bitch! How dare you come back her and be sick! Go on clean it up you filthy whore!"
He rubbed her face in it for a few moments then pulled it up, laughing as he saw the messed up nature of Barbara's make up. With vicious little tugs he hauled out her ear rings and necklaces.
"I'll take these as recompense shall I? And bitch, don't even think of puking in my yard again or next time it'll be in Devil's little mess that your pretty face gets introduced to!"
The thought of having her face in that steaming pile of dog shit was repulsive to Barbara and she shook her head vehemently but he when he presented his dick (still coated in some of her gorge and bile) she accepted it and he fucked her face hard again.
This was her ultimate fantasy of degradation, humiliation and powerlessness come to life but she could not hide the terror and fear she felt, not the unbelievable sensation of arousal she was experiencing at the living of her fantasy. Not knowing what was coming next was part of the thrill and despite the gruesomeness of the threat she was tempted to try to be sick again to see if the bastard would follow through on his threat.
His dick powered in and out of Barbara's gaping mouth, trails of mixed saliva and pre cum dripping from it humiliatingly, until his dick was fully hard and coated and slick, then in a swift move he pushed her head down (just inches from the sick and shit combo) and pulled her ass up , then with some skill he pulled her thighs apart and plunged his dick into her sopping pussy. Then he began to fuck her wildly, doggy style on the grass. It took Barbara a few moments to realise and pant out a plea for him to stop and at least use a condom. All she got as a response was a sneer and a hard slap across her ass.
"No chance slut, you are going to be getting it bare back all night long!"
As he fucked into her from behind with every stroke he was pushing her face nearer and nearer the disgusting mess in front of her. Inching nearer and nearer to that vile pile Barbara was really concerned her pretty face was about to go into it when the man gave an animalistic grunt and shuddered before pumping a full load of cum deep into her womb. He came again and again before finally withdrawing and standing back leaving Barbara on her hands and knees, gasping and realising there really was no way back from this. As she knelt there contemplating her decisions that had led her to this the man pulled his trousers up and wandered over to the kennel, patted the big dog then pulled a spare collar and lead from the side of it. He came back to Barbara and looped the leather collar around her neck then clipped the silver leash to it. It had clearly been used recently as the stench of beast was strong and Barbara was already disliking it within a minute.
"You're my bitch for the night, understand bitch?"
"Yes, but I think there's been some....."
SLAP!
"Bitches don't answer back. Bitches just nod their head and agree. Understand?"
Barbara nodded, wondering yet again if this was all too far but knowing even if it was she couldn't escape now. She had made sure there was no "safe word", once she was in she could not get out easily.
"Good. Now crawl behind me and I'll introduce you to some of my friends."
If anything the interior of the house was in a worse state than the exterior. As the man dragged Barbara inside and locked the back door behind him she was able to see that there were thick blinds covering all the windows and the exposed lightbulbs offered the only source of light in each room. The walls were filthy, wallpaper was torn and hanging off everywhere. The floors were caked in dirt and grime and there seemed to be a fog of filth and grime hanging in the air. Barbara crawled meekly behind him in just her expensive stockings, aware they were getting dirty and laddered as she made like a dog on all fours.
The place was just so scummy but then again, naked, with cum dripping down her inner thigh and her hair and make up a mess did she not fit right in? Barbara was amazed to find that there were others in the house, several people in fact all sat in a dilapidated and faded living room with pretty much no furniture bar a filthy, stained mattress in the centre of the room. Most of them look stoned or drunk and there was a distinctive musky, stale smell to the room. There were actually five men and two women sitting around watching as the MP's wife stalked in like a pet. The men were visibly maybe one stage up from being tramps, they were unkempt, rough and poorly dressed. The two women looked (and were) like crack whores, dressed as sleazily and sluttily as could be imagined, one was black the other a dirty blonde and both glowered at the beautiful woman with the perfect skin that was entering their habitat.
She was shoved down face first on the mattress and her captor spoke gruffly.
"Where's the bowl? I've had my go on the bitch, let's see who goes next."
The black girl got to her feet and strutted over to him holding a cracked, glass bowl. In it were seven bits of paper, he took it from her and held it down to Barbara.
"Pick one and read it out."
She didn't have a clue where this was going but put her hand into the bowl and pulled out a bit of paper. On it was scrawled untidily the name Charlie. She read it out and a scruffy bearded man cheered in the corner and struggled to his feet and wandered over to the mattress. He flipped his long, thin greasy looking dick out of his trousers and slapped it against Barbara's face before slurring.
"Get it nice and wet slut 'cos it's going in your asshole after this."
And as he slid his cock into her mouth and began to suck it, it dawned on Barbara that this was a raffle and whoever's name got picked out obviously got their pick of what to do to her!
Barbara looked at Charlie with revulsion, she really was dealing with the dregs here. Had this really been what she wanted? It didn't matter now she knew, there was no escape from this. She was helpless in her own web. She had never taken it in her ass before, had fantasised about it, briefly mentioned it to Owen in one of their liaisons but never actually got to it and it had been a hidden taboo that occasionally made it's way to the front of her mind while masturbating but she could never have imagined doing it like this. But she realised Charlie's words held the truth, she needed to get his dick as wet as she could. She spat on it and started to suck and lick it as hard and energetically as she could much to the room's amusement. But Charlie did not give her long, after only a minute or so of being blown he pulled his dick from her gasping mouth and pushed her down onto all fours again and got in behind her.
"P-Please be gentle, I've never done this before! Never taken it. There."
"Shut the fuck up bitch! In fact why don't I shut you up, don't want to hear you wailing all night so we?"
Snarled Charlie who proceeded to roll off Barbara's right stocking and rolled it up in his hand and tightly tied it round her surprised head so that it jammed in her mouth. Then just as she was dealing with that his scabby, rough hands were on her soft ass and prising the cheeks apart. He shuffled about until he had the right angle and then jammed the tip of his dick into her tight, puckered asshole. Her head shot up, looking almost comical with the black band now around her face and hair as he pressed forward and inserted his dick deeper then pulled back only to shove in again before building a slow pace.
The room spun for Barbara. The sensation of being taken in her tight, virgin asshole was amazing. Sore yet thrilling. She felt so dirty, so nasty. She looked around the room at the dregs of society and they were laughing at her or viewing her as a predator views it's prey. She was nothing to them, just a piece of fuck meat she realised. She could feel (and hear) his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every vigorous stroke and cringed at it. Then with a loud grunt he came deep in her ass, pulling at the stocking as he did so and eventually ripping it off her face as he emptied his nut sack in her asshole. Still gasping for breath he untangled himself from her and staggered around to stand over her. He pulled her up by her hair and presented his shit stained cock to her mouth.
"Clean me up bitch, It's your fucking mess after all."
Barbara stared at his stinking, dirty, cock and was stunned at what she was being told to do. Surely this was a step too far, a depth she was not willing to sink to. Really she had no choice. The black woman crawled over to her and grabbed Barbara's right nipple and gave it a twist. Barbara opened her mouth to complain and Charlie stuffed his dirty dick into her mouth and held it there. The pretty blonde MP's wife had no choice but to suck her filth off his dick and felt sick doing it. The black girl flashed her a vindictive smile and slunk back to her seat and a drag on a suspicious looking cigarette and a draw from a unmarked bottle as she watched the rich bitch's denouement.
"Right. Who's next? Slut pick the next two pieces of paper from the bowl."
Two??
Her small hands trembling Barbara plucked two pieces of card from the bowl and nervously read out the names.
"Jake and Paul."
Two of the guys sitting across from her gave a muted cheer and congratulated each other then got to their feet.
"So what's it gonna be boys? Take you pick? Whatever you wanna do."
They were both quite young looking, though haggard and scruffy. Jake was up and over by the blonde in a flash and had his dick out and in her mouth before his compatriot could react.
"Hey man, I wanted her mouth!" Paul complained.
"Well get it out and in there, stretch the bitch's lips, see if she can take two dicks in her mouth!" this call from the black girl, again accompanied by a vicious sneer directed at Barbara, she evidently did not like her at all.
The two guys looked at each other and shrugged and did just that. They squeezed up nice and close and before Barbara knew it she had two smelly cocks shoving and pushing at her lips and finally in her mouth. It was a tight squeeze and she felt claustrophobic, surrounded by balls on both cheeks and hemmed in by the men's bodies. Despite that she found herself wondering if this was actually nastier than taking a cock straight from fucking her ass? Whichever, they were both pretty low and Barbara could feel herself feeling worse and worse about herself which only served to arouse her more.
It all got a bit too much for the guys sword fighting with their dicks in her mouth and both had to pull out and as they slapped their hard dicks on each of Barbara's cheeks they were clearly very near to bursting.
"You go first man."
"No you go. Or how about we both go for it? What you aiming for? Her face? Her tits?"
"Man, I'm shooting for the bitch's eyes. Hey how about I nail her right one you go for the left one."
Barbara could do nothing but kneel there as they bounced their dicks off her face and discussed where they were going to dump their cum on her. Having reached their decision each reached down with a free hand and used two fingers to push her eyebrow up and her cheek down to bare her eyeball while they started wanking themselves to climax. Jake was just the first to cum, spurting a large stream of thick cum out that covered Barbara's right eye and then pumped out several after that. That set Paul off and he did likewise though with an even large amount of spunk right into Barbara's unprotected left eye! She was blinded with cum and they held her hands down so she couldn't wipe it away as it slowly dribbled out of her eyes and down her face.
"Hey look guys, the bitch's crying cum!"
That brought another laugh and then Barbara felt her hand thrust once more into the bowl. Blindly she selected a piece of paper and it fell to her initial attacker to read who was up next.
"Sharleen, looks like it's your turn baby, get up here and see what you can do with this slut!"
The dirty blonde smiled and got to her feet and strolled over to stand over Barbara. Looking up at her she looked like a stereotypical junkie bitch. Her make up was a mess, her hair a mess and she was pale and withdrawn looking -- just the scum of the earth. She gripped Barbara by the hair and took great delight in moving her head with her grip, bringing Barbara's messed up face right up towards her crotch then rubbing it against her tiny, denim skirt there.
"Take it off bitch and get eating, been ages since I was eaten out -- none of these selfish bastards would do it!"
That brought a howl of derision from the guys.
"That's 'cos you smell like a tuna fleet down there!"
"Nah! More like the whole fucking fishmarket!"
As they all laughed Barbara meekly pulled the blondes skirt off to come face to face with the most unappetising pussy imaginable. Barbara steeled herself for this, she had wanted the dirtiest, nastiest experience imaginable and it seemed like she was getting it. Her hesitation cost her as Sharleen drove her face right into the mess of wiry pubic hair and she started to again rub her face in there, this time with no skirt to block her. Desperately Barbara extended her tongue to show her compliance and the blonde laid off as Barbara found her clit with it and choked down on the vile smell as she started to lick. This was her first lesbian experience since boarding school but she had licked pussy before and had it done to her so she knew what she needed to do.
The others cheered as the rich bitch ate out the trashy skank and Sharleen was evidently enjoying it too by the moans and sighs she was making and the increasing speed of her hip gyrations.
"Ungh! Ungh! Unggghhh! AAAAAAAAA! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!"
Sharleen cried out as she came, spurting her warm, clear juices all over Barbara's face.
Two guys went next and the night was blurring into itself for the thrill seeking politician's wife.
The next guy up was fixated with fucking her ass and he had a big dick so it was a tight squeeze for Barbara but as she knelt on the mattress, covered in dirt, grime and various bodily fluids she allowed herself a small smile, this is what she had come for to be treated like a piece of shit and used and abused. She didn't know it but that small smile was to cost her dearly, the black girl, Tara, glimpsed it and suddenly realised what was going on - the rich white bitch wanted this! Only that first guy had known this was all a set up from the beginning, his contract with Owen to arrange this night not revealled to the motley cast of characters he had assembled in this doss house that evening. But Tara saw it now, that the blonde bitch was still actually in control here, and she did not like it one bit. But while she contemplated these thoughts she held her silence while Barbara took a good old fashioned ass reaming from a tramp who eventually unloaded his cum deep in her bowels.
This left one last guy to be picked from the bowl but by then Herbie was drunk and could barely stand as he demanded a blow job and just as a cum covered Barbara wrapped her lips around his limp dick his bladder gave way and she ended up swallowing a heap of vile piss before the rest splashed all over her face and body then seeped into the disgusting mattress.
Tara's was the last name to be pulled from the bowl and she got to her feet and strutted over to the mess that was Barbara with serious intentions. She cleared her throat and spat it's frothing contents right into Barbara's face with all the venom of a hissing Cobra. The room became silent as the black whore stood over the blonde and gripped her hair and jerked it so she was looking up at her.
"Think you're so fucking clever, don't you? You sit up there and sneer down at the likes of us and think it's fun to play with us for a thrill, don't you?"
Barbara shook her head vehemently and tried to say no but Tara's hand slapped over her mouth and gathered the fluids there and wiped it in Barbara's hair.
"Shut it bitch. The only thing you're gonna use your mouth for is to kiss my ass, understand?!"
Barbara nodded and watched aghast as the black whore dropped her skirt and presented her dark backside to her face. The blonde nervously puckered up and planted a gentle kiss on her smooth, dark chocolate skin. Tara spun round angrily.
"What the fuck was that? I said my ass not my ass cheeks, you fucking kiss my dirty, black asshole bitch, and make sure you use your fucking tongue, understand!"
What the fuck? Thought Barbara, this had not exactly been what she had wanted. She had wanted cock in all her holes and doing all kinds of things to her, eating the white whore out had even been Ok but this dark skinned woman was fucking crazy and Barbara sensed then that she would do well not to disobey her. So, reluctantly, Barbara prised open Tara's ass cheeks and delved her face inbetween and began to lick and kiss her asshole using the same lips that she had kissed various famous politicians and foreign dignitaries with to rim a dirty, nigger prostitutes asshole with! While she was in there Tara squeezed out a great big, noisy, stinking fart and gleefully reached back to hold Barbara's nose in there for a minute before releasing her and stepping away and Barbara gasped and coughed and caught her breath. Tara reached down and grabbed one of Barbara's discarded stockings and threw it to the bedraggled blonde.
"Let's see how fucking extreme you're willing to be whitey! Wrap that round your scrawny white neck and pull it tight."
Barbara looked around the room but saw nothing to help her in the faces watching on and gulping she did as she was bid, winding the expensive hosiery around her neck and then pulling on both ends. Immediately she felt the pressure on her and had to fight to maintain her position looking up at the black woman, looking for the slightest hint that she could relent. She got none.
"Keep it up slut. I want to see you choke yourself. I'll show you what life is like in the gutter, it's cloying, gasping, choking and inescapable!"
At the last word Barbara had no choice but to release her hold on the stockings as she came close to passing out.
"Do it again bitch. I know someone else whose name wasn't in that fucking bowl."
Reluctantly Barbara started to choke herself again as Tara left the room and returned minutes later with the dog, Devil on a leash and a wicked grin on her face. Barbara looked at the snarling, salivating beast and forgot she was choking herself and passed out with that visage before her.....
*
Barbara woke up an indeterminable time later. It was dark and cold and she was lying in the foetal position in a damp puddle. She was in an alley, dimly lit by two overhead lamps out of five that worked. She rose unsteadily and looked down at her self to see she was naked and had the words "COCK MEAT" scrawled across her stomach in black marker. The night's events came back to her in a rush and she leaned back against the stone wall to support herself. What had she done? What a risk! But what a thrill! It had all got a bit out of hand towards the end there and she struggled to remember everything. Her head ached and her body ached all over and she wondered just how far things had gotten after she had passed out. But all that was swiftly forgotten when there was a loud metallic clang further up the alleyway. She jumped and gave an involuntary squeal.
"Barbara! Is that you?"
She gave a large sigh at hearing Owen's voice and weakly called that she was there. He rushed to grab her and kiss her and wrap his coat around her and lead her away to her limo. She slept in the back seat all the way home and barely woke when he carried her inside and up to her bed, the nightmare/fantasy over.
*
In the days and weeks that followed Owen demanded the full gory story of her evening and she told him, missing out only one or two things. She was glad she had lived out her sordid fantasy but knew that now she had done it she had no desire to revisit it. The reality had been too much for her. Indeed Owen (and her husband) noticed a newer Barbara in bed from then on, a kinder, gentler soul and Owen's days of treating her rough were a thing of the past. She had experienced the harsher sides of sex and decided that that particular itch was scratched.
*
Some six weeks to the day Barbara and her husband were hosting a dinner party at their house when their maid came to tell her that there was someone to see her at the door, that they had insisted on speaking to her even when told she was busy and had stressed how important it was she saw the lady of the house. Mildly irritated, Barbara excused herself. She was dressed in a really expensive dress and jewellery and her hair had been done that morning at great expense. She didn't know what to expect when she opened the door but is certainly wasn't to be staring at that black girl from her sex fantasy night, Tara!
Barbara was stunned into silence but had enough presence of mind to close the door of their London home and guide Tara into the bushes.
"W-What are you doing here?"
Tara smirked.
"I came to see how the other half lived. Kinda like you did bitch! Thought we was so poor that we don't see the news or read the papers, didn't you? Well I seen you bitch, I found out just who you were and who you're married to! "
"Look, I don't know what you want but go away, we can't do this now. "
Tara looked her up and down and admired the hostess's look before pulling a photograph from her tatty handbag. Barbara blanched as she looked at it, it must have been taken while she was passed out, she had no memory of doing that! She held her hand to her mouth as if she was going to be sick and then she was, throwing up in a rose border. The whole time Tara looked on amused.
"What I want, you rich, white bitch, is for you to meet me at this place in Soho tomorrow at 11in the morning. We're going to go shopping, so bring plenty spending money and dress down - but you know how to do that, don't you?"
Barbara took a business card from her and looked, dazed at the address.
"And bitch? If you tell anyone else about this, I mean anyone, your chauffeur lover, your husband, the police, anyone, then this picture gets sold to the highest bidder along with some others I took. Or maybe I just send a copy to your man, how'd he like that you think?"
"P-Please don't, I'll do what you want. Please, leave now, I'll be there tomorrow."
"Better believe it cunt, you're my bitch now and you do what I say, or else."
Barbara could hear chatter in the house behind her and she turned to listen lest anyone come out and find her like this, when she turned back Tara was right up in front of her and once again cleared her throat and spat right in her face. Then she twisted her nipple through the expensive gown before leaving with the warning.
"Be there white bitch or else this (waving the disgusting, incriminating photo at her) goes global!"
And with that Tara skipped out of the garden and out of the gate leaving Barbara frozen in place as the sour saliva dripped from her perky little nose.
*
Somewhat against her better judgement Barbara escaped the house the next day and did not inform anyone where she was off to. Colin, her husband was easy because he had left early for yet another fact finding junket on tax payers time and money in the Middle East. Owen not so much but she had slipped from the house and when he texted her later she just replied that he had the day off. She herself got a taxi into the city a couple of streets from the address Tara had given her and nervously walked the rest of the way. She had tried to 'dress down' but the reality was her wardrobe had nothing really that could mingle in with whatever whore couture that the black girl would be wearing.
Barbara's attire was a knee length black skirt, black stockings, a casual red top that displayed a decent amount of her cleavage and a designer denim jacket and sunglasses. She had slipped on red heels too but was more than aware it wasn't going to be what Tara was wanted. She got confirmation the minute she entered the sex shop that was at the address in Soho and spotted Tara staring at her. Tara herself was all in black leather, boots, miniskirt and bra top under a jacket. The black girl marched right up to her, grabbed her wrist and led her out of the shop.
"I told you to dress for the occasion, that (pointing at her outfit) is pathetic. Not what I had in mind."
She led Barbara down a dingy back alley beside the shop and then stopped behind a large bin just out of sight of the main street. Tara looked Barbara up and down then announced.
"We're about the same size , get undressed you can wear my clothes and I'll take yours."
Any argument was not brooked and was wasted so it was that the older blonde stripped off (naked, at Tara's bidding) and accepted the whores clothes and slipped them on while Tara helped herself to Barbara's much more expensive clothing. As they changed Barbara could not help but stare at the younger girl's ebony body and realise that her own figure would struggle to display itself so well in her cheap clothing.
"Give me my jacket I'll carry it, want you to get the full effect bitch!"
Barbara handed it over timidly which left her looking and feeling badly exposed. For goodness sake the only thing she wore on her top was a leather bra top that her tits were at least a size too big for. The skirt too was a little too small for her waist and she was conscious that it barely came down to mid thigh. This was made worse by the fact Tara had not been wearing knickers so Barbara now wasn't either and she felt the air get in between her legs. Contrastingly Tara fit into Barbara's clothes neatly and slipped the sunglasses on and smirked at her victim.
"Right, that's much better. What's the matter you wanted to live like scum, I'm just making it happen. Come on let's get back to the shop."
As Barbara made her way behind Tara she couldn't help but think that the dark girl was right, she had wanted this once (well not this exactly now) and had sought the thrill of helplessness well now she was really feeling it for sure!
It was a pretty grubby and seedy shop, both in look and content. Barbara stared at the rows of hardcore porn magazines, DVD's and sex toys and felt a familiar tingle in her crotch. As much as she did not like this situation and her lack of control she could not deny there was a certain arousal to it. Her feelings changed again as she caught two guys staring at her in the shop. They were quite young, both looked pretty nerdy and they were in the BDSM section of the chop. Barbara crossed her arms over her chest and turned to go down another aisle as Tara chuckled and called her over. The black girl was looking at a range of collars, she picked up a skanky looking black leather one, ringed with mini spikes.
"This'll do I think. Just trying to complete your look bitch. Gotta get you looking the part, eh?"
Just for kicks Tara also made her buy a couple of porn DVD's, including one called "Animal Farm" because it reminded her of a great night she had recently (said with a knowing wink at Barbara). Barbara cringed as she handed over her purchases to the man at the till and paid for them. Before they were out of the shop Tara had torn the packaging on the collar open and put it tightly around Barbara's neck, making her look even more of a dirty slut.
They shopped in other places too, normal shops where Tara used Barbara's money to buy all sorts of clothes and goods for herself and where Barbara felt particularly self conscious of the sneering, condescending looks from the normal denizens of these establishments at the cheap, tacky way this woman was dressed. She was even asked to leave one shop and she burned with embarrassment as she scuttled out.
About mid afternoon Tara had done enough shopping and again using Barbara's money got them a Taxi out into the schemes and housing estates in a part of London Barbara did not know but clearly was near the house that Owen had taken her to on that fateful evening. Tara led her into a dilapidated, disgusting flat and threw her shopping on the single bed and collapsed on a dirty armchair staring at Barbara with ill disguised hate in her eyes. Clearly the days shopping in higher establishments than she normally frequented had brought it home to her when she returned to her dump just what a shit life she led and how Barbara's differed. Barbara just stood there unsure of what was going to happen now.
Tara took out a bottle of gin they had bought that morning, unscrewed it and took a large gulp from it before finally explaining.
"See cunts like you disgust me. That today I bet was just a tiny fraction of the life of luxury you enjoy, wasn't it? Yeah, I bet. And yet you chose to slum it that night didn't you? You wanted that, didn't you? Wanted to see what it was like as a slut, a whore, a cum dump. What it was like to be nothing but a piece of fuck meat. Like me, eh? Don't bother denying it bitch. I know, I knew it then and I know it now. Well you want to see what my life it like do you? Well you can tonight. 'Cos see Saturday evenings? Hell most every evening, I dress like you are dressed and go down the estate and stand on the corners and let filthy, depraved, sad, pathetic bastards buy my body and do what they want with me for cash. And that's what you're doing tonight, see if you want to live my life then bitch, eh?"
Tara took another long swig from the gin and glared at her visitor. Barbara tried to compose herself and appealed to Tara not to do this, that she could give her money or whatever she wanted if she would just let her go home now. The dark girl flatly refused.
"No chance slut. You're all dressed up now. You can do my shift, earn me some money, the punters like fresh meat, even if you are a bit older. Tell you what though, the money does sound good so if you do this, then pay me what, £5000 I'll give you the pictures and we can just forget we ever met. How's that grab you sweetcheeks?"
It sounded bad to Barbara but she knew she couldn't win this and she could not deny a slight tingle of arousal at debasing herself one step further and actually selling herself for sex on a street corner. She dropped her head and gave a weak nod of agreement. With her head down she never saw the gleam of malignancy in Tara's eyes that suggested things could perhaps still not quite be on the level.
*
Tara had a few more drinks and then locked Barbara in for an hour while she left the flat as she had someone "she had to see." This left the blonde politician's wife with much to consider. Tara had taken her mobile phone and handbag and Barbara just sat and contemplated what she was about to do. After a short while she investigated the flat but it was grubby and banal and offered little of interest to her.
It was six o'clock when Tara returned and she had sobered up somewhat and seemed set in her mind as she grabbed Barbara and led her out of the building and walked several streets to a deserted looking street that ran along the back of the housing estate and pointed out a corner for Barbara to stand at. The enormity of what she was doing hit Barbara and she balked a little and asked what Tara was going to do.
"I'll be here bitch, watching you, guarding my investment."
Barbara took some encouragement from this, that at least she was being observed, she really shouldn't have.
*
It was a horrible street, run down, graffiti on the walls that still stood, pavements dug up with weeds growing in them, rubbish scattered everywhere. It was deserted, no signs of life. Only distant rumble of traffic and cries of kids somewhere reminded Barbara that there was still life in the city as she walked unsteadily towards the corner Tara had pointed to. Her boot heels clicked noisily on the road and she felt so exposed in her sparse, slutty clothing, so much of her pale skin was on show. She mounted the kerb under a broken lamp post in the slowly gathering gloom and crossed her arms and tried not to be so fucking nervous.
It was fifteen cold and lonely minutes before a car crept along the street, coming around the corner where she hoped Tara still kept watch. It was a black 4x4 with tinted windows which only slid down as it drew level with where Barbara stood. From inside a large man peered out and spoke in a short, clipped Eastern European accent.
"You are looking for business, yes?"
Her mouth went dry, she felt like she was having an out of body experience but from somewhere she gasped in the affirmative.
"Then get in. We go round the corner and I fuck you."
*
From her vantage point Tara watched the dumb blonde climb into Alexei's vehicle. She gripped the envelope the Russian had given her containing £5,000. His words of moments before when he had left her to go and pick up Barbara resonating in her mind.
"You did well to get this girl nigger. Alexei is very pleased. I am always in need of new girls for my business no? You think this slut will enjoy her new life?"
Tara bared her white teeth in a vicious grin and shook her head.
"Oh I doubt it Alexei, I very much doubt it. I think you'll really have to convince her that it's the way forward for her."
The heavily muscled Russian grinned to and cracked the knuckles in his hands. Tara gave a little shudder having heard some of the stories about the mobster and some of his men, really she should feel sorry for the blonde rich bitch but she didn't, not with all this cash she had just come into.
"She will learn soon enough."
Was all he said as he got into the vehicle and drove off to pick up his 'newest recruit'.
*
This time when Barbara awoke she really did have no idea where she was or where she had been. She ached again and her mind felt like it had been wiped as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and took in her surroundings. She was lying on a bed in a grotty little room with it's curtains closed and the light provided by a bare bulb from overhead. There was sparse furniture in the small bedroom, a bare bedside table and a chest of drawers and a single wooden chair. She only then realised she was naked and with that realisation came a flash back to her clothing, Tara's black leathers. Tara! Then it came slowly back to her all the way up to getting into the car with the 'client'. With a strain she hauled herself up to a sitting position and the mattress creaked under her. Seconds later the door opened and a strange young woman entered.
She was a young blonde (hair clearly dyed, and poorly at that), wearing a see through, cheap white nightdress and when she spoke it was clear she was of Eastern European descent.
"Good. You are awake."
"W-Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?"
"S-Shh! Not so loud lady. You do not want Marco to come in. Marco is not so nice."
Barbara was bewildered and slowly got up to her feet, still using her hands and arms to cover her boobs and pussy. She did not like what the girl was telling her and first staggered over to the window and was distraught to find that she was clearly very high up in a multi storey flat, probably about thirty floors from the ground. That and the metal bars that jutted up out of the wall over the window were a hammer blow to her hopes. She turned to the girl as she spoke to Barbara in hushed tones.
"You work here now. My name is Katja, I will show you how."
"W-Work? What do you mean?"
"Men come. We please them. They pay Alexei and Marko and they give us some of the money. But we cannot go out to spend money so they let us buy from them but all we buy is drugs, it is only thing that keeps me going in here."
Barbara sunk back onto the bed and failed to keep breathing, the room seemed to close in on her, she started shaking, this was all too much, how could she have done this to herself. Unable to do or say anything further she flung herself over on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping this was a nightmare and when she woke it would be different.
*
That first day was the worst (though it had all sorts of competition in the shit days stakes). When she eventually opened her eyes again and was forced to deal with the reality she was facing, Katja was still there and patiently, kindly almost she showed Barbara the ropes and clued her in on how to stay out of trouble with the various men who ran this flat. That first day Barbara was already thinking of how she could get out of there but her first attempts to speak to the men were futile and before too long she had her first client.
He was a fat man who liked his girls looking young, so a double booking was arranged with Katja and Barbara in pigtails and school girl uniform. Barbara felt dirty as she dressed up but not nearly as bad as she felt when the john was shown into the room and undressed. He was grossly obese and enjoyed calling them names and demanded that they first put on a lesbian kissing show before both sucking him off. Katja was good, she talked Barbara though things and led the way, putting on quite the show as she snogged the older woman, her tongue invading Barbara's mouth before her hands were all over her groping her and feeling her up. That got the guy going and it was Katja that he wanted sucking his cock while he demanded that Barbara kneel beside her and play with herself. Barbara watched intently as the guy finally came deep in Katja's mouth.
When he left Barbara gave Katja a hug of thanks and was horrified to find that their 'owners' did offer a bareback (no condom) service from their girls which they charged extra for. Something Barbara found out about with the second client of the day which Barbara had to take on her own, he wanted anal and with another client due in fifteen minutes that wanted Katja, Barbara had no choice but to take the booking
By the end of the day she had done six different clients, two of whom had paid for lesbian sessions between Barbara and Katja. It was after 1am when the last left and Barbara sat on her bed in the cheap, nasty bra, panties and stockings she had worked in all night, found in the chest of drawers. Katja entered followed by a large man that Barbara recognised as the guy who had picked her up off the street. Tired and desperate Barbara tried one more time to talk her way out of this.
"Please, I have money. I could pay you a great deal for my freedom."
The bear of a man glowered at her as he answered.
"You have money! Then show it to me whore. Show me your money!"
Barbara tried to continue but stopped as her grabbed her chin and prevented her mouth from opening.
"You have no money whore. You have nothing. You belong to me now. And you will work for me. Make me much money. Understand?"
There was no arguing with him so Barbara just nodded as he released her.
"But of course you do have some money now. Girls here is your payment for today's work."
Tossed onto the chest of drawers in Barbara's room were two ten pound notes and two small packs of white powder. He left laughing and Barbara looked at Katja. And in the young woman's glazed eyes Barbara Vaughn, MP's wife and brought up in boarding schools and always well off saw her future clear and simple. She was now a crack whore. A cheap, tacky, trashy common crack whore and it was a life she had wanted to taste and now here she was. She herself had made her bed and now she was going to have to lie in it!
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