Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Vicki 1
Part: Chapter 1 - Pig In A Poke
Summary: Vicki is on a business trip and wants to experience The Poke.
Keywords: M+F, hum, bdsm, cons, ws

   Vicki Chapter 1 - Pig In A Poke

   (M+F, hum, bdsm, cons, ws)

   Vicki dozed and day-dreamed, the day dreams mixing with the short, near
reality dreams that happen when you don't have enough sleep and doze off.

   "We are gonna fuck your little slut girls, bitch!  We are gonna rape
every hole they got!" The large man with his big belly hanging over his
belt stroked his fat, long cock in front of her eyes.  She stretched her
tongue out to taste the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the tip. 
The man pulled it away from her, laughing at her.  "You filthy whore! 
Maybe I'll feed you some of my cock after it's been up your little girl's
shitter!"

   She could see now as Suzi was pushed to her knees.  Suzi's innocent eyes
were filled with tears as the men surrounded her.  She looked toward her
mother, opening her mouth to scream as the large man shoved his pre-cum
drooling cock between her lips.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the flight deck; we are preparing for
landing, please turn off any electronic devices, raise your tray tables,
return your seats to the full upright position and fasten your seat belts."

   Vicki cursed at the interruption, straightening up in her seat and
making ready for the landing.  The bright, early morning sun came through
the window beside her when she raised the shade.

   She wondered if she had time to make a quick trip to the tiny bathroom
cubicle, but the bustle of the flight crew made her doubt there would be
time to go and rub herself.  Her thong was soaked, her inner thighs coated
with a glaze of the syrup that oozed from her wet cunt.  Casting a glance
at the college age girl in the seat beside her, Vicki wished she had a more
interesting seat-mate.  The girl was young and attractive enough, but the
bible she carried, and read on the flight, had made Vicki refrain from even
innocent flirtation.

   She pictured the girl next to her as some sort of urban missionary,
going to the inner city to proselytize amongst the poor and downtrodden. 
She imagined the girl going to the door of a crack house by mistake, being
dragged inside, and the drug dealers inside using her, getting her addicted
to their drugs, and then selling her to a pimp.  She imagined the young
woman kneeling in an alley, behind a dumpster, sucking off strangers to get
her fix.

   That didn't help her thong get any closer to dry.  In fact, it was just
the opposite.  Vicki gripped the arms of her seat, squeezing her thighs
together.  She couldn't stop imagining the girl getting mouthful after
mouthful of cum from filthy older men, stray cum drying on her face, on her
exposed breasts...

   The wheels hitting the runway jarred her out of the reverie and kept her
from snatching the girl's bible from her hands and shoving her hand under
the girl's modest skirt.  Vicki knew the back of her skirt would have a
dark stain, that's why she'd worn a black business suit for this flight. 
It wouldn't show the excitement.

   The rest of the day had been too much of a hassle to leave Vicki any
time for dirty thoughts.  She had gotten to her meeting just on time,
carried out her part, then on to a borrowed desk and computer to retrieve
her work e-mail, a working lunch in a conference room with some
particularly dense executives, and then another meeting.  By the time she
could leave to find her hotel, she was nearly exhausted.  The red-eye
flight in and the hectic pace of the day had taken their toll.

   Finally alone in her hotel room, she stripped naked and got under the
hot, not very powerful spray of the combination tub and shower.  The water
washed away some of the grime she felt whenever traveling.  Not the good,
filthy kind of grime she enjoyed, just the mental detritus of moving
through airports.

   She uncapped the moisturizing bath gel she had brought with her,
squirting the pearly white liquid into her hand, then started to lather her
body.  She watched her hands smooth the thick gel across her skin.  The
sight reminded her of cum.  She wished she could have so much cum she could
smear it all over her body this way.  She loved cum, to swallow, to be
smeared on, dripped on her face, or dried to her face.  She would wallow in
it if she could get enough of the stuff.

   She rubbed her soapy hands over her shaved cunt lips, feeling the tingle
as she imagined so much cum she could wallow in it, like a mud puddle.  She
imagined it matting her hair, drying all over her body, forming a thin
layer on top of her skin like an exotic spa treatment.  She rubbed at her
slit until she was on the edge of cumming, and then stopped, denying
herself the orgasm.

   Along with the tasks of her job during the day, there was another reason
to come to this stupid city.  A possible lead on finding a special place
here that could make some of her fantasies come true.

   Vicki rinsed off the gel, and then washed her hair.  Again, as she
smoothed a different pearly white liquid gel through her hair she thought
of the cum of many, many men.  So much cum that it soaked and matted her
hair.  She could feel the wetness of her slit fighting with the shower
water to wet her thighs.

   Having rinsed her hair she got out, drying her body and hair, brushing
it out.  Her body in the mirror still looked young to her, especially with
her slit shaved smooth.  Her breasts were not large, even after three
pregnancies, returning to a 34b cup within weeks of having stopped nursing.

   She opened her makeup case and began applying eye liner and mascara,
making her eyes seem larger, more innocent.  She then put on the bright red
lipstick that would never do in her business day.  She pouted for the
mirror, enjoying seeing the crimson pucker below the big eyes of an
innocent.

   She then got her clothing bag out.  It was mostly her business clothing,
but there was room for the few items she would wear tonight.

   The first item was a kilt type skirt in red plaid.  It was cut high on
her thighs, showing off her legs.  It was cut high enough to make sure her
bare thighs would flash when she moved, especially with the next item out
of the bag.

   This was a pair of thigh high boots.  The tops of them stopped just
short of the hem of her skirt.  She'd had to alter the skirt hem to get the
effect she wanted, but it had been worth it.

   A lace paneled thong in white came out next and she pulled this on to
keep her fingers out of her pussy.  The white lace grew an immediate
darker, damp patch where her cunt lips contacted the fabric.  She wanted
white because it was an attention getter under a skirt and showed the
wetness the best of all the colors she had tried.

   The last item was her white halter top.  The cups of the halter had been
altered, removing the padding that would obscure her breasts if she left it
in.  This way, with the sheer white fabric her nipples showed up as obvious
as possible without going topless.

   It didn't take long to dress.  She pulled out a little shoulder bag, in
which she placed her room key, her driver's license and a small wad of
cash. She left her hotel room, heading for the elevator.

   She met no one in the hallway.  That suited her, not wanting anyone to
connect the businesswoman she was during the day with this creature of
obvious sexuality.  The elevator car was empty when she got in, but stopped
two floors down to let in a couple of businessmen.

   She noticed their eyes on her, especially on her nipples which stood up
in welcome of their eyes.  On a different trip, she might have tried to get
these two to take her to one of their rooms and do her, but she had a
mission tonight.  These men were welcome if they were at her destination,
but she wouldn't be deterred in seeking out her fantasy tonight.

   The two men got off at the mezzanine level, where the restaurant and
lounge were, while she continued down to the garage level, below the lobby.
Here she could find someone to help her on her quest.

   She stepped out into the hard concrete and steel of the underground
garage, the heels of her boots making echoed clicks as she walked.  She
soon found what she sought, the employee entrance.

   Outside the entrance were a couple of guys, one black, the other
Hispanic.  They wore the black trousers, white shirt and half-vest of the
wait staff in the restaurant and lounge.  They were talking, smoking
cigarettes when she spotted them.  As they looked up at her, and then
looked her up and down, they smiled.

   "Hey, you are working early tonight, honey.  The elevator is back that
way, though." The black man said.  He was tall, muscular, with his head
shaved.

   "I'm not looking for work, boys.  I'm after someplace to play tonight."
Vicki said, sizing the black man up.  He looked like he had some
possibilities.

   "What kind of play you lookin' for, mamacita?  We don't make much
money." The Hispanic man said.  He was shorter, but built like a compact
body builder.  He, too, seemed to have possibilities.

   "I'm not looking to make money, just a place to have fun.  A place I
heard about that's supposed to be not too far from here."

   The two men looked her over again.  The way she spoke and carried
herself made it apparent she wasn't a streetwalker or even a call girl. 
They looked at each other.

   "I don't know what you mean; baby, but we could have some fun.  The
three of us, if you like." The black man offered, reaching out, brushing
his fingers along Vicki's bare arm.  His co-worker nodded, dark eyes hungry
on her evident nipples.

   "I heard there was place where a woman could really get her fill.  More
than just two guys.  Get her fill and then some, if she wants.  They call
it 'The Poke'." Vicki said, stepping closer to the black man, but turning
to face the Hispanic.  "It's not that you boys don't look real fine, but
I'm not from around here and won't be around long.  I really, really want
to find it."

   "You a cop?" The Hispanic man said, his dark eyes now on her face,
sizing her up.  "Or a nosey reporter?"

   "No and no.  I am not now, nor have I ever been a law enforcement
officer, nor worked for them.  I am not a reporter, either." Vicki knew the
drill.  If asked if they were a cop law enforcement agents could duck the
question, but if they made a statement like hers then they were practicing
entrapment.

   "If we know the place you want, what's in it for us?" The black man
asked, running his big hands down Vicki's bare arms.  She like the way he
touched, but she was serious about fulfilling her fantasy tonight.

   "Would a twenty help your memory?  Or one for each of you?  If I find
what I'm looking for you two could come by there after you get off and...
get off." Vicki purred, leaning back against the taller man.

   She could see in the shorter man's face that he could use the money.  He
looked past her to the man behind her.  The man behind her sighed,
realizing that the chance for a private party during working hours was not
going to happen.

   "You show us the money, we show you the address.  If they let you in
we'll see if you are still there when we are off work."

   He took his hands off her as she peeled two bills off the wad by touch,
not daring to show these men that she had more in this lonely garage.  She
handed one to each.

   The black man opened a waiter's order pad and clicked his ball point,
writing out on the pad.  He tore off the sheet and handed it to her.

   "I sure hope you are still there, but if you aren't, well, I'll be
wishing you come this way again."

   "I cum in lots of ways, handsome.  Thank you both for the help." Vicki
said, and then walked away.  She didn't look back to make sure they weren't
following her.  If they did she wasn't going to be able to do much about
it.

   She made it to the exit onto the sidewalk and then walked to one of the
busier streets, studying the address written on the order pad.  She then
put the paper in her shoulder bag.

   She flagged down a cab.  The driver was an older woman with her hair cut
short.  Vicki gave her the address as she got in back.

   "I can take you there, baby, but the guys there don't let prosties hang
out.  That attracts the badges."

   "I'm not going to hang out.  I'm going in."

   "They won't pay for nothin' inside."

   Again she was mistaken for a hooker.  "That's my concern.  Please, just
take me there."

   The cabbie sighed and pulled into traffic.  Vicki noticed that she was
paying attention to her as she sat in the back, but still managed to go a
couple of blocks out of the way before pulling up to the address she had
been given.  Despite being milked for the extra mileage Vicki paid the
cabbie and gave a tip.

   The address was a blank door with a handle on the outside, the numbers
in small size above it.  It was just the sort of battleship grey of any
number of side or back doors on the street.

   Vicki went to the door handle and pulled, a wave of warm air gusting out
around her as she stepped through into a dim-lit foyer with a heavy curtain
blocking the view of the brighter interior.

   "Whatcha want?  We don't 'low no hookers." The voice came from a dark
corner where a big man sat on a stool.  He was white with a shaved head,
well over six feet tall and over three hundred pounds.  He looked like a
former pro wrestler gone to seed.

   "I'm not here for that kind of business.  I'm looking for The Poke."
Vicki said.

   "See the man at the desk.  He tell you to get out you back on the
street, walkin' or bouncin', got me?" The man seemed unenthused about her
looks.  Perhaps he'd ruined his own sexuality with steroids getting bulked
up for sports at some point.

   "Yeah, I got it." Vicki said.  She stepped through the curtain into a
bright-lit room, the walls painted red where they showed through.

   Her heart thudded in her chest.  This was the place.  The key to so many
fantasies she had held for so long.

   In front of the red painted walls were photographs and posters and below
them were racks filled with the most explicit, most forbidden porn.

   Discrete signs marked the racks by their interests.  Horses, dogs, pigs,
apes, rape, torture, underage boy, underage girl, and so forth.  The
possession of any one of these could land a person in prison.  This room
was a supermarket of the forbidden.

   While Vicki longed to peruse the racks the real reason she was here lay
beyond this room.  Another heavy curtain at the end of the room beckoned.
Before she could go there, though, she had one final gatekeeper to attend
to.

   The man behind the desk was so plain you would forget his face as soon
as you looked away.  His face held no emotion as she approached.  It was if
she was barely there.

   She stood for a moment before realizing that he wouldn't speak until she
did.

   "I'm here to go in The Poke." Vicki said.  Her heart thudded in her
chest.

   His non-distinct brown eyes flicked over her.  "It's occupied."

   "Occupied?  How long...?"

   His eyes went to the curtained doorway.  "She asked for an hour.  It
will be another fifteen minutes before that's up.  You'll know she's coming
out when the pig goes out."

   Yes, she'd heard about the pig.  It was the signal to the shop's
customers that there was a woman in The Poke.  There, beside the curtained
doorway to the back was a plastic figurine like a cartoon pig's head.  It
was lit up with a pink, chubby cheeked glint.  Underneath the pig's head, a
timer counted off minutes and seconds.

   "How long you want?  Half hour?  An hour?" The man behind the desk
asked.

   "I want," Vicki said, pausing to swallow, "I want six hours."

   Emotion seemed to have thought about crossing the man's face, then gave
up.  It hadn't traveled there for many, many years and wasn't going to make
the trip tonight.

   "No.  It's half hour, hour, hour and a half.  Nobody spends more than
that back there.  Enough time to fill up the tape."

   "I mean it.  I want six hours.  I really, really want it!"

   "Do you really know what it is like?  Let me put you in for half an
hour. If you still feel like more time I'll give you a couple of half hour
extensions."

   "I know what I'm asking for.  I want six hours.  I'd want more, but I
have to catch a flight tomorrow."

   "Six hours and you'll be flying without an airplane, little lady."

   "Six hours!  Please!  I've wanted this for so long!  Please!" Vicki
pleaded, her voice rising.

   The man sat silent.  If the gears in his head were turning there was no
evidence on the outside.  He could have been trying to remember what he had
for lunch last Thursday, by all the emotion he showed.

   "Okay.  Six hours.  You know the terms?"

   Vicki felt her knees ready to buckle in relief.  Hold on, girl, she
thought, nearly there!

   "I go in for a set amount of time.  Anyone who pays the admission comes
in and can do what they want."

   "That's part of it.  You are locked in.  Even if you start begging it
won't unlock until the time is up.  Even if you are screaming.  Even if you
pass out.  Them's the rules.  Every Pig who goes in The Poke gets
videotaped.  You get a copy of the tape to take home.  If you ever tell the
cops about this place, your body won't be found."

   The last part sent a chill through her, but the burning heat from
between her legs would have melted an arctic storm front.

   "Yes, the tape.  I'll want that."

   "Show me your ID."

   Vicki put up her driver's license.  The man studied it, front and back,
then pulled out a book that showed the latest anti-forgery enhancements for
IDs, comparing hers to the examples shown.  He then made a photocopy of it
and gave it back.

   All this took most of the fifteen minutes until the woman in The Poke
would be released.  The man told Vicki she could go behind the curtain, but
to wait and not to interfere.

   The curtain loomed before her, she could hear yelling and crying and
choked, gagging sounds from behind the heavy curtain.  Her hand tingled as
she pushed the obstruction aside, the sound growing louder as the curtain
was moved away.

   The area on the other side was lit by a bank of high definition TV
monitors.  They showed different camera angles.  Several men stood before
the bank of monitors, their cocks in their hands, stroking.  Vicki saw the
floor in front of the men was a mass of fresh, drying and dried semen.  She
wanted to get naked and roll below them, feel the cum under her body and
the cum from the men landing on her.

   Then her eyes locked on the screens and her heart was in her throat.  On
the screens a chubby woman in her late thirties was shown.  There were
cameras on her breasts, face, ass, cunt and some from a greater distance,
showing her surrounded by men.  The area around her was lit up with the
type of lighting used on a sound stage.  Nothing that happened to her was
being missed.

   The woman was in the position Vicki had seen described for The Poke. 
She was on her knees on a small dais.  This raised her hips and upper body
to the waist level of the men who surrounded her.  There was a padded
support under her plump abdomen and a strap over her back to hold her body
in place.  Her arms were bound to the strap with a set of metal cuffs. 
There was a metal cage that held her head in an upright position, but also
locked it facing forward.  She couldn't turn her head, or lower it.  Her
legs were spread wide at the knee.

   The men behind her had their choice of her asshole or cunt.  They could
also strike her bared ass, several short, nasty whips and paddles and
straps hung on the dais next to her and the welts covering her flesh
testified to their use.  Globs of sperm slid down her inner thighs, were
spread over the welts or had already drooled from her hard-used holes to
the dais beneath her hips.

   More semen had been spattered on her body, but much of it was oozing
down her trapped face.  When Vicki saw her first she was gagging on a thick
cock that was shoved into her so deep the man's pubes were going up the
woman's nose.  As she watched the cock pulled free, shooting fresh deposits
of cum over her face.  The eyes had long ago glued shut due to the amount
of cum shot into them.

   When the next cock presented to her mouth the woman in The Poke tried to
close her lips, but another rack of tools hung at that end of the platform.
Someone, maybe the one who wanted her mouth, began beating her saggy tits
until she screamed, ramming his cock in, forcing the scream back down her
throat.

   Vicki knew she needed to be here, needed to be part of this.  She needed
those six hours in this woman's position.  She wished it could be twenty
four hours or more, but such was not to be.  Tomorrow she would fly home,
returning to her role as single mother to three little girls.

   Tonight, though, she was going to have six hours of fantasy, even if it
killed her.

   "SOOOOOOOEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!" The recorded voice of a pig call
sounded and the men backed off.  Several men made for the exit, eyeing
Vicki on their way out, tucking their spent cocks into their pants.  Some
spoke to the others crowding out.

   "If I'd known she was the next Pig I'd have waited!"

   "Shit, look at that whore!  She must be a lookie-lou."

   The men filed out, except for one.  He looked like an accountant.  He
was removing the cuffs and strap from the woman, the timer having sounded
as the locks released.  He spoke to the woman with a gentle voice.  He
helped her to her feet.

   Vicki realized this man must have brought the woman here, probably her
husband.  The woman moaned as she stood, stiff legs coated with dried and
drying sperm at the knees.  The man put a long overcoat over her
cum-spattered body and began helping her to the exit.

   Vicki wasn't sure of the protocol, but found herself drawn to the woman.
The man stopped, holding the woman upright on her stiff legs as Vicki stood
before them.  He looked at her, his small eyes bright behind the thick
lenses on his glasses.

   Vicki put her arms around the woman, smelling the aroma of sweat from
many bodies, the musk of many different men.  The woman's own scent of
wetness and a tang of iron from small wounds left by the whips and a split,
fat lip.

   "I loved what I saw of it.  Thank you." Vicki said as she pushed her
tongue across the woman's eyes, scooping up the cum of an unknown number of
men, freeing the glued-together eyelids.  The woman's watering eyes
blinked, focusing on Vicki's eyes as she held the mixture of many men's
seed on her tongue, then brought her lips to the woman's slack-jawed mouth,
pushing in, rubbing her cum-coated tongue on the other woman's.

   At first the other woman, startled by the intimate gentleness tries to
pull back, but then her arms went around Vicki, recognizing in her a sister
of the soul.  Sisters of sluthood.  Whore to whore they kissed, swapping
the cum from Vicki's tongue and more of it from the cheeks of the chubby
housewife between their mouths.  Finally Vicki parted the kiss, her entire
body tingling.

   "Okay, break it up.  The next show will start as soon as we can hose
down the stage." A voice interrupted Vicki's moment of communion.

   The speaker was a big woman, heavy in the hips and heavier in the
shoulders with a buzz cut to her hair and a big automatic strapped to her
hip.

   "You the next Pig?" The armed woman asked Vicki.  The couple made their
way through the curtain, disappearing into the night.

   "Yes, I am.  My name is..."

   "PIG.  Your name in here is PIG, got it?  Don't give the wackos that
come here any way to remember you or find you.  Some of them would go to
your home and try to do this there.  I can protect you in here.  Things
won't go too far.  How long you going to be in The Poke?"

   "Six hours." Vicki said, realizing her turn was coming.  Her cunt was so
wet that she worried that it might ruin the thigh-high boots.

   "You crazy?  No one does that long in there!" The armed woman shook her
head.  "Well, I can protect you from the pervs who come here, but I can't
protect you from yourself.  Let me hose down the stage then we'll get set."

   "No, please don't." Vicki said, eyeing the puddles of cum where she
would soon be bound.

   The armed woman rolled her eyes.  "Okay, babycakes.  The PIG gets what
she wants when she comes in here.  Until we lock her in, then she can't get
out till the time is up.  Take your clothes off.  I'll put them in the
locker since you don't have someone to hold them for you."

   Vicki quickly stripped out of her top, skirt and thong.  She thought
about how kinky it would be to keep the boots on, but they weren't cheap.
She got out of them, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and small.  The
gooseflesh on her body competed with her nipples to see which would be
stiffer and harder.

   "How do the men know to come in here?" She asked the guardian.

   "If they are in the store the pig's head tells them we are in session.
Plus the pig call sounds out there, too."

   "But I mean, there weren't many customers outside in the store, how do
men know there is a pig to poke?"

   "We have a signal bulb on a nearby building.  It is just a single,
flashing bulb, but it's visible for miles if you know what to look for. 
When it flashes there is a PIG in The Poke.  The pervs all know what it
means and they start gathering."

   "How much do they pay to come back here?"

   "Two dollars."

   "Only two dollars?" Vicki was incredulous.

   "They are your co-stars.  PIG videos fetch big money in Japan.  If they
want a copy of a session it's fifty, on top of the admission price."

   Vicki shuddered.  She realized how cheap the men who came to her in the
next six hours could take their fill of her.  It made this all that much
hotter in a weird way.  Fuck meat for anyone with enough money for a cup of
coffee at Starbucks.

   The guardian pulled a bottle of water from a small refrigerator and
handed it to Vicki.  "Drink up.  You won't be getting water after I lock
you in.  You'll have stuff to drink, but it won't be water."

   Vicki nodded, and then gulped water from the bottle, her hand shaking so
much she held the bottle with both of them.  Between her legs she felt her
thighs slick with the oozing moisture from within her.

   Having drained the bottle she passed it back to the guardian who handed
her a jar of thick lubricant.  "And you'd better use this.  Many of them
prefer the ass and won't use anything but spit if they are the first one
in. Want me to put it in for you?" The guard looked hopeful.

   Vicki nodded, breathing fast.  She bent over, putting her hands on the
platform, her ass sticking out to the butch woman with the gun.  She felt
the cool, thick gel being rubbed up and down her ass crack, gasping when
the woman's fingers stroked across her anus.  Then the woman inserted a
finger, pumping it in and out.

   "You are pretty tight.  It's not too late to back out.  This one is
going to be damned sore pretty fast."

   "I... I want it that way."

   "Well, it's your ass." The woman next forced two lubed fingers up
Vicki's asshole, moving in and out as Vicki moaned as the pain of the
fingers tingled her clit.

   "Dirty slut pig." The woman muttered.  Vicki blushed and felt the words
fan the heat higher.

   The woman stopped a short bit before she would have given Vicki an anal
orgasm.  These were different in character to a cunt orgasm, but were very,
very powerful at times.  Vicki was glad she stopped.  She wanted the
orgasms she got to be forced on her by the men paying two dollars to use
her helpless body.

   The guardian helped Vicki get positioned on The Poke.  It was a little
more complicated than it had seemed in the brief view she had of the other
woman's time on the stage.  The guard adjusted the height of the belly
support, then the head support.  She guided Vicki's head into the cage that
would hold her head prisoner, making a minor adjustment before being
satisfied.  She then positioned the knees wide apart.

   Vicki could feel the cold, congealed cum squishing under her as she
knelt on the platform.  She could smell the sweat, musk, cum and piss that
lay beneath her.  Her forehead rested against a small rubber-coated plate.
The position wasn't comfortable, but she could do it.  Once locked she
would have no choice for six hours.

   For a moment she felt fear try to take charge.  The part of her with
good sense wanted to back out, to escape from this place.  But the
insistent throb of her clit spoke louder, demanding she submit herself to
this, promising orgasms she could only dream of before.

   "Last chance, PIG.  I have to lock you in now.  Once I do, the timer
won't let go unless I set off the fire alarm and I ain't tested it in about
six months.  You will be in there for six hours, no matter what you beg
for."

   Vicki trembled, all over.  Her hands were shaking as she put them behind
her back where they would be fastened.  "Let's roll."

   The guard pulled the back strap over her back, and then positioned the
cuffs on her wrists without closing them.  She paused a moment, then
clicked the first lock into place.  Vicki was committed.

   "The light has gone on to signal the pervs there is fresh meat in The
Poke.  They will be gathering." The guard advised her.

   The cuffs for her wrists were next, pulled to the strap across her back
her arms were locked to prevent her from using them in any way.  Not to
satisfy herself, not to fend off her users.  The leg straps kept her legs
in the position the guard had settled on.  Then the back of the head cage
was lowered and clicked in place.

   "The timer outside has started.  May not be anyone for a few minutes. 
The pig's head is on, though, and if someone's in the shop they know to pay
their price and come in."

   This was it.  She wouldn't be able to back out, now.  Vicki licked her
lips, feeling them dry despite the water.  Her clit twitched as the waiting
for her first users began.

   She looked to the right and saw the selection of short tools hung there
for 'encouraging' her.  There were clamps, small paddles, a hairbrush, and
a few whips of varying materials.  She knew from watching before that there
were more tools hung behind her.  Her bare breasts felt very exposed,
hanging down, their stiff nipples crinkled up hard and tight.

   She gasped as she saw the first users stepping through the curtain -
men, varying ages, varying sizes and builds, varying ethnic backgrounds. 
She could only see from the corner of her eye, unable to turn her head. 
She then saw the video camera aimed at her face and knew that while she
couldn't see them clearly, they had many views of her.  A few of them
stopped at the monitors, already stroking their cocks through their pants
as she waited to be used.

   "Got a nice PIG for us here, Lace.  Better'n some of the whores that
come in for cock-stuffing.  Is the countdown clock broken though?  It shows
nearly six fuckin' hours!" A male said to the guard.  Vicki couldn't see
who was doing the talking.

   Lace, the guard, replied, again from where Vicki couldn't see.  "Nope,
it's right.  Crazy PIG demanded to get six full hours of The Poke.  Time
enough for most of you Pervs to use her two, three, four times, if you care
to."

   "Well, well, looks like it ain't her lucky night.  I just scored some
blue diamonds.  I'll let anyone at them who wants them, for a price."

   "Shit, you boys and your pills to make you get a hard on!  Is it any
wonder I prefer girls?" Lace said.

   "I ain't gonna need no blue diamonds tonight.  She looks HOT!" A second
male voice spoke up.

   "You will if you want to keep using her.  Even if you get it up the
second time on your own, third time you'll want a diamond.  Helps you make
a better go-round when they are in here so long." The first man said,
shaking a pill bottle with a loud rattle.

   "After you pop twice you ain't got nothing but dust to shoot out, why
bother?" Lace said.  Nervous laughter from the men greeted her comment.

   "What I got now ain't no dust.  My old lady been on the rag for three
days.  Gots a big load to dump!" The second voice boasted.  He appeared in
front of Vicki now.  He was a squat man with a bit of beer belly.  He
opened his pants, revealing that he didn't need any chemical help to get up
yet.

   Vicki opened her mouth eager for this first of what she hoped was many.
The cock before her wasn't too long or fat and she was soon feeling it in
her mouth, stroking the underside with her tongue.  Forgetting where she
was for a moment she tried to bob her head on it, but the cage kept her
head locked in.

   It reminded her of why she loved this fantasy so very, very much.  It
had started many years ago.  Vicki had been staying with her aunt for a
time and her aunt had a boyfriend who was into younger girls.  Vicki had
been just nine when he started doing things with her, touching her in all
her secret, sensitive places.  He had also taught her to suck his cock.

   It had seemed so huge back then, but that was many, many cocks ago.  He
had taught her to lick and suck, sweetly and gently, and also had held her
hair and forced into her throat.  The first time he had done that she had
choked, gagged and almost threw up.  He had been nice to her after that,
though, and she loved the attention, and the orgasms he gave her.  Before
long she became addicted to having his hands in her hair and using her
mouth hard.  Then came the night on her tenth birthday when, after buying
her ice cream, he had introduced her pussy to his cock, ripping her
virginity away and forever making her the slut she was.

   The cock in her mouth started moving as the man behind it thrust his
hips, fucking her face as it was trapped in place.  He began a low, running
commentary that thrilled Vicki's clit.

   "Yeah, you filthy whore, you love being made to suck cock, don't ya? 
Little cocksucking whore cunt!  Bet you been doing this a long time.  Oh,
are you gagging?  Let me shove it in harder!  Yeah, now you are really
gagging, ain't ya?  Take my big cock, whore-pig!"

   Vicki didn't want to break his heart, or his hard-on, by telling him
that his was not the biggest cock she'd been forced to take.  She was
letting herself gag to make him feel better.  She wanted his cum shot down
her throat and was a good enough actress to know when to play up her
helplessness to stroke his ego.

   A sudden shove from behind made her remember that she wasn't going to be
used in just one hole.  A nice, fat cock was shoved into her wet cunt from
behind.

   "God, this PIG is wet!  You been dreamin' about this all day,
piggly-wiggly?  You been wanting to be fucked and used, over and over? 
Well, it's happening!" A voice from behind her said.

   The two men fucked her holes at their own pace and rhythm.  She couldn't
control either one.  Her pussy was responding to the invasion behind her,
squeezing the fat shaft as she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, eyes
wide, looking up.  She wasn't able to see much detail of the man in front
of her, but she knew men loved to see her eyes while they used her face.

   "Here it comes, bitch!  Here's your first load!" The man in front of her
sped up, thrusting faster.  Vicki kept her lips sealed around his pistoning
cock as she felt it jerk, then spasm.  The warm, salty goo spilled onto her
tongue and she sucked down the thick mess with a moan.

   The addition of being fucked as she received her reward helped send her
over the edge.  Her cunt clamped down hard on the cock fucking her and she
came, hard.  The bitter, salty mess on her tongue slid down her throat as
her body shook within the bindings, finally releasing after being pent up,
so close, yet so far from fulfilling this fantasy.

   "Yeah, cum on my cock, you filthy PIG!  I'm gonna shoot up you so hard
you'll taste it!"

   Despite the impossibility of the man's boast, the image melded with the
taste of the cum that had been in her mouth.  Vicki closed her eyes,
feeling his cock jerking, firing his seed into her as she went through an
aftershock of orgasm.

   The cock at her mouth was gone.  The next one was better hung and black.
The fat, long meat stick was slapped against her trapped face.  She opened
her mouth for it, but the wielder of meat wasn't ready to serve her dessert
just yet.

   "Beg me, white PIG!" The voice of the man ordered.  "Beg to suck my big,
fat cock!"

   "Please, let me suck your beautiful black cock!  Please hurt me with it!
Shove it in, choke me with it!  I'm a filthy white whore and I need black
cock!" Vicki said, trying to see the face behind the words.

   As this transpired, the man who had cum in her cunt had pulled out and a
new person was behind her.  She had her mouth open to accept the fuck-meat
she had begged for when the man behind her used brutal force to shove his
cock up her ass.  She screamed as the pain hit her, unaware.

   Then the scream was being forced back down her throat as the black man
shoved his fat cock down behind it.  Being in mid-scream meant Vicki didn't
have to let herself choke.  She couldn't stop it from happening.

   "YEAH!  GIVE IT TO THE PIG!"

   "PIG IN THE POKE!  PIG IN THE POKE!"

   The shouts were from spectators, though Vicki couldn't see if they were
watching the monitors or watching her directly.  The room had taken up a
buzz of less intelligible conversations.

   The cock up her ass had started stroking in and out and the one in her
mouth was held in place as she sought to get her breath.  It was large
enough to cut off all but the smallest amount of air she might get back in
after the scream.  Dots appeared in front of her eyes.

   The black cock slid back enough to let her get a lung full of air and
she blinked as tears started down her cheeks.

   "Take it up the ass, white PIG, take it down your throat.  You gonna
swim the cum before your time is up!" the man fucking her mouth said.  His
balls hit her chin as she felt his kinky pubes tickling her nose.

   Vicki tried to reach for his balls, to cup them, but then realized they
were bound behind her.  She begged with her eyes instead and was rewarded
with even more tonsil scraping face-fucking.  She felt the cock in her ass
jerking and then the cock in her throat was held in long enough to make her
panic for air again.  The air deprivation, the atmosphere, the dirty talk
triggered an anal orgasm.

   The black cock slid out of her mouth as she started feeling dizzy, the
pink-palmed fingers wrapping around the base, aiming the head as it too
erupted, spurting a big glob of thick, hot cream onto her forehead.  The
next spurt hit her in the right eye, forcing her to close her eyes in
reflex.  There was more, spattering her cheeks and nose, then the final
part, pumped onto her tongue as she gasped for air.

   Some man with a big one had taken the rear position after the one in her
ass and had slid into her cum-coated wet cunt.  She moaned as she felt her
cunt stretched.

   "YES!  Fuck me!  Fuck the PIG!" Vicki yelled, licking at her upper lip
to get more of the delicious black sperm oozing down her face.

   "Shut up, you dirty cunt and open that cum-bucket mouth!" An angry voice
demanded.  She tried to see who this man was, but one eye was stuck shut by
the cum and her other eye filled with sympathetic tears for the stinging in
the shut one.

   Unimpressed with her plight, the man before her reached down, using his
hand to slap her hanging tits back and forth.  Vicki yelled in pain and
felt another cock sink into her mouth as she tried to vent her torment.

   She started to lose track of who was doing what.  She felt cum shot onto
her naked back by men who wouldn't wait for one of her holes.  She felt the
whip used on her ass as her ass and cunt were ravaged.

   Her jaw began to ache from being held open for so long, but when she was
slow to open it someone put the clamps on her nipples and jerked on them.

   She lost control of her bladder as her body went through pain and
orgasm, feeling more cum shot across her body, dripping down the far side
to the dais beneath her.  She was still trapped there, in the mess of her
own piss and all the cum spent here.

   Some of the men who used her mouth weren't hard.  Some of them tasted
like they'd already cum.  Instead of trying to get hard, they insisted she
suck down their piss, or simply pissed in her face.  This helped clear up
some of the cum gluing her eyelashes together, allowing her to regain her
sight from time to time.

   After a time she wasn't in her body anymore.  She felt like she was
watching it all happen to someone else.  The whips, the pain, the fucking,
gasping, gagging all seemed to be transpiring on the other side of a gauzy
film.  She was only aware of these things in a dim way.  The only thing
anchoring her to her body were the repeated orgasms or orgasmic aftershocks
which seemed to rip her back into her scum-coated body again and again.

   She felt her hair matted, though probably more from sweat, spit and piss
than actual cum.  Her ass felt like might never close again, a slow drip of
cum ran from it, tickling the lips of her shaved cunt as it slithered
toward the platform.  Her cunt was dripping cum, too, yet still the cocks
kept coming.  Many were black, that she could see, but they were all being
used on her.

   Her body was past the point of fatigue.  If not for the frame holding
her up she would have collapsed.  The whips kept falling, but her responses
to them were barely audible, hoarse grunts and whimpers.

   At some point she must have lost her sense of time altogether.  She only
became aware of change when her arms fell to her sides.

   "Okay, PIG, your time is up.  Man, this tape will have to carry a major
premium!  Six fuckin' hours!"

   Lace wiped at the dried, drying and cold cum plastered over Vicki's
eyes, once more allowing her vision.  Vicki coughed, tasting what seemed to
be a gallon of cum as well as the sour taste of piss.

   Lace tried to help her stand, but Vicki's limbs wouldn't take the
weight. She was put back down on top of the platform, feeling the coating
of slime beneath her body.  She wanted to wallow in it, but couldn't even
bring herself to move that much.  She just lay there, letting it soak into
her hair and skin.  She closed her eyes.

   The sound of running water made her open her eyes again.  She felt the
spatter of cold water and saw Lace handling a garden hose with a spray
nozzle, washing the surface of the platform off.

   "Hold still, it's cold, but it's all I got.  No shower here.  You look
like a Jap from a bukkake film festival!"

   Vicki surged awake.  "No!"

   "What do you mean, 'no'?  You can't go anywhere looking like that!"

   "I ... want to." Vicki gasped out as she rose up on one elbow before
feeling it skid on the muck-ridden surface.

   "Deskman said you got a flight to catch today."

   "Tomorrow."

   "No, honey, today.  It's the wee early morning hours.  You got a hotel
to go to?"

   Vicki nodded.

   "I don't usually offer this, but I don't usually see anyone take six
hours of continual gang-banging, either." Lace said.  "Want me to take you
to your hotel?"

   Vicki thought about it.  If she didn't get cleaned up her odds of
getting a cab were almost zero.  Yet even if she got cleaned up she wasn't
sure she would make it back without passing out.  She didn't want to wind
up at a hospital looking like every gang rape in history had all occurred
to her in one night.

   "Please." She said.

   Lace dragged a chair over, probably the one Lace used while on duty. 
She put a plastic trash bag over the seat to protect it from the mess
coating Vicki's body then hoisted her up to sit in it.  Vicki struggled to
have the strength not to slide out of it.

   Lace picked up a phone, apparently part of an intercom system.  "This is
Lace.  I'm taking this last pig to her hotel." She paused, listening. 
"Yeah, I know I don't have to, but she earned it.  What do you mean the
rest of my shift?  If there's an ounce of cum left in perverted balls in
this county it must be because they couldn't get to our place tonight!  You
even got another PIG to put in here?  I didn't think so." Lace hung up the
intercom.

   Lace got Vicki's things from the locker and got her dressed.  Vicki was
sure the material coating her legs would ruin the lining of her boots, but
she didn't care as much about it, now.  She wanted to wear the grime as
long as she could.

   The halter top made her realize how sore her breasts and nipples were.
Several bruises had already appeared and it didn't seem the nipples would
be going soft anytime soon due to bruising there.  The thong wasn't
substantial enough to hold back the tide of cum making its way out of her
ass and cunt.  It continued to leak out and move down her legs as Lace
half-carried her out to a car in the parking lot.  Another trash bag kept
the mess in the car to a minimum.

   Vicki dozed as Lace drove to the hotel, parking in the garage and
helping weave the exhausted woman to the elevator and up to her room.

   Vicki realized she owed a great deal to this woman.  Not just for doing
her job in keeping her safe during the experience, but especially for this
extra care she didn't have to do.

   "I... I want to thank you for helping me." Vicki said, pulling the
remaining bills from the shoulder bag, holding them out to Lace.  The butch
woman put out her hand, covering Vicki's without withdrawing the money for
a moment.

   "I'll take this as a partial payment."

   Partial?" Vicki realized that she could be blackmailed.  Someone who
worked for the shop could use the video of tonight's activities to extort
money from her.

   "You can pay the balance by letting me know when you are in town next.
I'll arrange to have the night off, take you to a little dyke bar where I
promise tonight's fun will seem like a creampuff."

   Vicki relaxed and assured Lace she would let her know, taking a sheet of
paper from the desk drawer and having Lace write down her phone number.

   Vicki sat on the bed, and then called the front desk, asking for a wake
up call.  She needed to sleep and still have time to bathe before going to
the airport.

   She was too tired to even pull off the thigh high boots, but she did
remove her thong.  The white lace thong was totally soaked in the cum that
still leaked from inside her.  She turned the thong inside out, put the
crotch of it in her mouth and lay back on the bed, falling asleep, sucking
the cum out of the thong.

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