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Collected by Djian
Julie (leashed) part 3
By: John B. MacBurney PSHideway@aol.com
When I woke up to the alarm on Monday I forced
myself to go to work and tried not to think about
what had happened but my mind was bursting with
memories. These were brought on by every little
discomfort I felt as a result of the radical
weekend my body and mind have gone through. Taylor
and his bunch had taught me good in that short
period of time and I just feel like accepting the
easiest route and submit to the things they want to
put me through. I felt so different at work that
day. When a boss or coworker asked me to do a task
I responded to their requests as if they had been
commands. I got to the job at hand without even
trying to think why, I just complied quickly. It
was such a nice release. One time during a break in
the coffee room, I had my head in the clouds and
bumped into a nice dressed middle aged man (a
visiting exec. from another office I found out). I
had a whip cream covered mocha in my hands and just
missed getting it on his suit but did manage to get
some whipped (hmmm, sounds good!) cream on those
nice shoes.
Without thinking I found myself on hands and knees
in front of this man wiping off his shoes with a
napkin. I became quickly aroused when I looked up
to see this man looking down at me with sort of an
accepting smile. He reached out to lift me up, I
thought he was going to grab my hair but my arm was
lifted instead. Upon standing, I saw two more men
watching, I really like that something I do or is
being done to me, makes a male want to have
possession of me for whatever purposes. It is so
strange to think that I like all that stuff. I felt
like I had been subjected to everything a girls
body could take that weekend and enjoyed the good
with the bad.
I was afraid to call Taylor for the rest of the
week because I felt I would have to decide right
then which way to go. I needed some time for the
warmth of the experience to wear off and then
decide. During that first week, I found myself on
several different occasions looking for ways to
mentally or physically "prostrate" myself before
other people (women too). By the end of the second
week, I felt the withdrawal pains and called
Taylor. He told me he was going to have company
that night but he would have me over on Wednesday.
Unfortunately that wasn't going to be soon enough
for me so I came up with the (bonehead) idea of
putting a sexy outfit on and going out. I found a
short, white, stretchy T-shirt dress with spaghetti
straps and some matching high heels and thigh high
stay up stockings. The dress was virtually see
through in most lighting conditions so I put on
some white high sided, "T" back panties. I could
see my panties plain as day through the stretch
material of the dress which seemed to make it more
obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra. I added some
big gold hoops in my ears and light but slutty
make-up. Then headed out to clubs to get a
reaction. The idea of being sort of stuck there was
warming me up a bit so I put lipstick, my one
apartment key and some condoms in a tiny beaded
purse with no strap. I then put one twenty dollar
bill in my other hand and walked out into a fresh
sunset and a waiting cab.
I got in the cab and asked the driver if he could
take me to some good wild nightclubs but I only had
twenty dollars to last all night. The driver was
looking at my legs and I realized then that my bare
ass was on the seat and the stretch material had
bunched up toward my waist when I stepped into the
back of the taxi. He said he could take me to some
and wait for me until I found one or ran out of
money. I agreed and off we went. Six dollars later
he pulled up in front of some little club, deep in
town. It was loud but sort of too cowboy for me. I
went back to the cab and told the driver that I
really liked darker sort of clubs and he grinned,
told me he knew the place and took off with me in
the back to the next stop. My dress had not slid up
as much this time but my bare butt was still on the
vinyl seat and he was watching me so much I wanted
him to know I appreciated the attention and
uncrossed my legs, just a bit but so he noticed!
Traveling quite some distance we arrived at a busy
looking place. I looked at the meter and saw
Twenty-two dollars and change rung up! I reminded
him I only had twenty dollars with me and he said
it was all right, he would "Get me later" and then
walked me up to the door and told the doorman
something and they invited me in! No cover! I like
that effect brought on by being a near nude woman
in front of a man, I might even get some guys to
buy me drinks! The driver waved good-bye as I
entered the club. The long stairway down to it
concealed the loud dance club below! I walked in
and I knew I was going to be quite popular as this
club was about ninety-nine percent males! I looked
for a bar and was halfway to it when a man in a
nice suit and some tasteful gold intercepted me and
asked me to join him and his friends at a big "U"
shaped booth near the back of the club. One of the
men moved over and I was invited to sit. The first
guy sat down on the outside of me as I slid in the
booth and introduced himself as "Kick." Then the
others at the table were introduced. This Kick guy
was real polite but had a confident way of getting
right to the facts. Some of his buddies lacked the
smoothness and were a bit pushy but the
testosterone here was making me dizzy!
They got right to the "You are here to get
something, aren't you" stuff. Asking bolder and
bolder about what it was specifically I wanted them
to do for me! Not my usual experience with men but
in view of my submissive needs it was all quite
good. Two MAI-Tai's and near half an hour later,
the guy on my right side began to slide his hand up
my leg. It wasn't long before he slid a finger
under me I had gotten myself in to a very receptive
mood. I had no secrets, I was wet and willing! He
showed his buddies how my nipples were about to
poke through the fabric and then noting that it
didn't really matter in that thin material anyway.
They chimed in with how they could all see and
there was no doubt I was a girl. Then he withdrew
from my crotch and showed off his wet middle
finger! Kick asked if that wetness was mine and I
said yes it was. He reached over and sort of half
held and half massaged my breast and nipples with
his big hands. Harmon (the finger) was encouraged
by the crew to help a girl out. By my raising one
asscheek as high as I could, he got it in me! Yup,
I was ready and on the way! It took less than five
minutes to get a nice orgasm right there at the
table. I had started making noise and Harmon put
his other big hand over my mouth. That was soo
great! I could barely breathe and was getting
squeezed, pinched and invaded right there at that
table!
That was good and I wanted to dance for those men
so I asked someone to get up and dance with me. I
did every sleazy move I could think of on that guy.
I had my hands on his ass and his fly right in my
face on several occasions and rubbed on him with my
seriously hardened nipples. Walking back to the
table I stopped in front of the guys sitting there
and removed my panties! I felt the air cooling off
the wetness at the top of my legs. The booth was in
a corner so nobody but the guys at the table saw
what they cheered about when I turned away from the
table and did a slightly leg spread 'bend over'
right at the tables edge and exclaimed "See what
you guys have done to me!". I was told to sit
between two different guys this time and got more
of the same groping as before. This time the guys
pulled the little straps off my shoulders and
rolled the dress down to expose my breasts to the
whole club while I was felt up. Several people
walked past and looked at my breasts while I was
receiving attentions. I raised my ass to one side
and got the finger treatment again and sure enough
in a few minutes I was ready to orgasm. I was
already feeling the burn and had not yet received
the workout I expected would be coming my way. The
one man wiped his wet finger on my breast and the
other guy literally "spit" on my other and worked
it around my nipple. That was a nice touch! My
dress was rolled back up and got wet from the spit
and stuff, revealing one nipple in full color! I
didn't notice it at first but the guys dancing with
me showed all who would look. They seemed quite
proud of their little slut. After a two and a half
hours of this stuff with me eventually choking on
somebody's dick at the table, they said that I
would have to "Show my stuff" to everyone and
poured whatever was left of their drinks on me. I
might as well have been wearing clear plastic wrap
as they walked me out onto the dance floor!
After being passed around and showed on the dance
floor, it was time for my workout! I was grabbed by
the arm and pulled off the dance floor and back to
the table, one man took a handful of hair and bent
me forward to pour one more glass of water down my
back. I was then nearly dragged out onto the street
and away from the club. They walked pretty fast and
it was all I could do to keep up with the guy that
had such a firm grip on my arm. High heels are for
pointing at the ceiling not for running! We went
some five blocks down the street and past dozens of
people that either just stared at me or looked
away. The five men took me around the corner and
into the garage of some small business. The door
was closed and locked then he let go of my arm. I
faced the five men and we had an uncomfortable
silent moment. They were looking the parts of my
body over as if deciding which ice cream flavor to
choose! I thought I knew what was coming and wanted
to have the dress to go home in, so I pulled it up
over my head and threw it in the corner. I stood
there naked for them to look at while they were
taking off their own clothes. They were saying what
a slut and hole I was. I was told to pinch my own
nipples and spread legs to finger myself for them
and it was having an effect on me. I wanted to
leave, right then! I was getting scared at how
crude they were being, I guess that drug Taylor had
given me helped in this sort of situation but I was
now sober and afraid!
After a few moments, one man came over and got a
strong grip around the base of one of my breasts
and with the other hand pinched my nipple real hard
then twisted it commanding me "Do it like that,
Hole!". I didn't do it fast enough and was pushed
to the greasy garage floor from behind. I was held
down and my hair was pulled up, tied in a painfully
tight knot at the back of my head. Someone was
saying, "Tie a knot and you got a handle!" As soon
as the knot was done I was lifted by the hair, like
a puppet and stood up. Another slapped my face and
yelled "Now do it bitch!" I reached for both of my
now filthy nipples, pinched with all my might and
twisted! I was told to jiggle my tits around like
that and did it! There was a tubular metal railing
there that separated a small office space from the
car work area and I was bent over it then my mouth
was stuffed with a dick Holding my head he worked
that big thing so far down my throat that my lips
were against his balls! He held it down me for
maybe thirty seconds or more. When he pulled out of
my throat, there was drool and spit from my own
throat stringing to his dick. They started calling
me "Droolie." Another cock was presented and I
tried to do the same to him but couldn't hold it
down as long. I began to gag violently but he had
gotten two handfuls of my hair and was holding my
face so tight against him my nose hurt! I heard the
grease gun behind me and tried to wriggle away but
was hit in my stomach with a fist and told "Fuck
you bitch! Bend over!" One man slapped my ass hard
and told me to get on all fours but the guy down my
throat was holding my head and trying to get me to
pass out! He had one strong hand at the back of my
head and the other over my eyes with thumb and
forefinger pinching my nose! I felt his member
throbbing halfway down my neck as I passed out.
I woke up a few seconds later real dizzy and on my
back. A gob of car grease was slapped between my
legs just before a big hand grasped my left breast
and lifted me yelling "Get UP bitch! Open your
mouth!". I scrambled to my knees and was just about
to take one down the throat again when my puss was
stretched over some big hot object being driven
into me from behind! I was pushed and pulled as one
dick slid down my neck halfway to my stomach and
another up in me from behind, before I passed out
again he took it out of my neck and made me lick
him clean. The guy in my puss had every inch of my
womb filled! As he pushed it in, the air was pushed
out of me and we could all hear the resulting
sounds along with my desperate groans. I saw my
little purse get opened up and the guy said it was
just what he wanted, the lipstick. He opened the
case and threw the top away then turned a
substantial amount up out of it and rubbed it all
around and in my butthole. He grabbed my hips and I
groaned, I was going to really get it now. I had to
yell out and was greeted with a hard slap to the
side of my breast and told to shut up.
These big men tossed me around like a six pack,
pulling legs, arms and breasts every which way
while I was penetrated from all angles. Four of the
five guys took my ass and all got some dick up my
pussy and of course the rule was to hold my head
and receive their cum in my mouth then blow bubbles
in it at their command. I was told to thank them as
I licked each cock clean every time it was used on
me. I was crawling around on this little autoshop
floor getting entered from every end and when each
man was through with me I would beg to lick him
clean and said "Thank you sir" over and over while
I did it. Earlier one of the men took a small
camera out of a desk drawer and had taken pictures
here and there during this whole time. They kept me
there naked and slapped me around, forcing me to
finger myself for them to watch. They made me pull
my nipples as far up as I could and I had to
violate myself with some hand tools found on the
floor. I was forced to "Ride" a tire changing
machine that has a thick steel rod sticking
straight up from the middle of it while they took
photo's, slapped and taunted me. That sort of thing
went on for a few hours until they were totally
through with me. Each time I tried to stand I was
slapped and pushed to the ground. I was so filthy
greasy from all this! Then in a gesture I mistook
for some kindness, Kick offered me a little rag to
wipe off with after he wiped himself. I used it to
wipe the lipstick mess from my butt and the jizz
dripping down my breasts only to find out it was my
own little dress! I asked for someone to give me a
ride home but was met with a hand to my hair that
held me tight and tit slapped hard several times
then he wiped some lipstick off his cock and
smeared it across my mouth with his hand. Still
held by my hair, I was shoved out the door gripping
my little dress and fell down in the alley. I was
kicked a couple times and told to "get lost" like a
stray dog, as I crawled away I received a well
placed shot to my sex from a shoe wearing foot
while they all laughed!
It was just dawn and I had to walk home, past all
those strangers going to work and knew that I was
going to be a topic of discussion in many
workplaces that day. I managed to walk maybe a mile
when I saw that same taxicab that had dropped me
off! He pulled up next to me and asked me if I was
OK. I told him it had been the roughest night of my
life. I could tell he was turned on by my plight
and took advantage of it by showing him my bruises
and then asking him to take me to my home. He
kindly did for free.
At home, I crawled into the shower to wash off then
had to lay down in the bath and stayed for nearly
three hours. I thought to myself how that
experience was so full of fright. I had "asked for
it" but was not in a place where I had ANY control.
I was seriously concerned that day as I realized
how many times I had orgasms while those men used
me. Most frightening was remembering the climax I
had when the shoe clad foot painfully impacted my
sex as I crawled in the alley.
What's wrong with me? How far will this go?