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Digital World - 2
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Jenny's photo-shoot has degenerated into a porn shoot 
and worse is to come. (MMF, nc, exh, oral, anal)

***

Part Two

Jenny felt like shit. She sat and sobbed her heart out. 
She'd been talked into doing this sodding photo shoot 
by her boyfriend. Mark should have been here, to 
chaperone her, protect her from the evil filth that had 
plundered her body, deprived her of her dignity and 
made to feel a useless slut.

Her pussy ached, having been stretched to capacity, 
fucked then fucked again. Her briefs were soaking wet 
with the remnants of several loads of cum which had 
been ejaculated inside her over the last few hours and 
she felt drained, both physically and mentally. It was 
dark outside and the cab sped through the streets like 
a bat out of hell, the amber glow of the street lights 
adding to the horror that replayed in Jenny's own mind. 

She adjusted her seating position, the discomfort from 
her well used pussy and the semen the flowed from it 
made her feel as though she'd had a dose of the runs 
and shat in her panties. The unmistakable aroma of 
spunk filled the cab like a noxious cloud and she felt 
miserable. How the fuck had she gotten herself into 
such a situation.

Being talked into posing for photos initially seemed 
OK, but then to do topless, then nude, then lewd 
photos. She shook her head in disbelief. She should 
have said no and just walked out before the dildo 
experience. And what the fuck was in that lubricant? It 
made her feel all tingly and warm. Against her better 
judgement, it had got the better of her and, 
consequently, subjected to having her pussy raided by 
total strangers, none of whom she'd have been intimate 
with, even if she weren't already in a long term 
relationship.

She recalled how the creep from Uni had been behind the 
entire thing. It transpired that the creep (or rather, 
the creep's wealthy and influential father) had an 
indirect connection with a relative of Mark's. 
Apparently, the worked for one of his businesses and a 
function was being thrown in honour and family members 
had been invited. It just happened to coincide with the 
photo shoot. Jenny sighed to herself at the stupidity 
of it all. It all seemed so far fetched, yet it had 
happened. And despite her education, her strong willed 
manner and scepticism of some people, she had still 
gone along with it. "Stupid cow!" she said silently to 
herself.

She closed her eyes briefly, images of the creep having 
his evil way with her resonated around her mind like an 
echo. Images of his ugly, pot marked face and manic 
smile replayed itself over and over again, haunting her 
until she opened her eyes. The street lamps played 
their own tricks on her, conjuring up spectral images 
of the creep, his tiny dick and the painful vinyl penal 
extension he'd strapped to himself like some perverted 
lesbian. Her flesh crawled at the thought.

Jenny tried to change the subject in her own mind, 
trying desperately to think about Mark coming home, 
their forthcoming holiday, the excitement of travelling 
to Spain, some warm sunshine, clubbing, drinking, 
swimming, sun-bathing, exotic foods to try, maybe some 
wind surfing or other water sports to try. 

The cab drove over a pot hole in the road and the bump 
caused Jenny to bounce a little on the seat, despite 
being strapped in by a seat belt. The sudden jolt 
caused pain in her rectum, having had a plethora of 
things inserted over the last few hours. Shit, that 
hurt!

She tried to recapture the holiday dream, the 
realisation that she'd left her bikini behind at the 
warehouse shocking her back to reality. There was no 
way she was going back to collect it. She'd have to buy 
a new one. And a totally different design, she wanted 
to erase all memories of today.

But would she be allowed to?

That scum had recorded video footage of her in a whole 
range of compromising positions, making her do things 
against her will but looking like she was a willing 
participant. She feared that he'd continue to use this 
power against her.

He'd started by making her suck his miniscule cock. 
She'd been repulsed at the idea but figured that if she 
hurried it up and made it feel good, it might not last 
long and she'd be released. The creep had other ideas, 
however. 

Despite the amount of money his family had, they hadn't 
spent much of it on dental or plastic surgery for him, 
that amount was evident. His pop marked facial 
features, discoloured teeth and tatty clothes made him 
look like some down-and-out. Sure, many students at 
university were on a limited budget and looked a little 
poor, that was one of the obvious traits of being a 
student. A perk, maybe!

Sadly, this creep had a bad attitude to go with his 
overwhelming but well hidden wealth. He'd stated that 
he could have penile extension surgery and the surgery 
would cost daddy several thousand pounds but he'd 
declined the offer because he didn't like pain. Or, 
more to the point, he didn't like to endure pain, 
although he could dish it out in much the same way he 
could dish out cash to attract friends. 

He'd rammed his tiddler into Jenny's mouth, his hands 
holding her ears and forcing her head into his groin, 
his rough pubic hair against her face and nose making 
it difficult for her to breathe. She'd forced her head 
away from his momentarily, her breathing heavy as she 
gasped for air.

"Look guys," the creep had shouted to those around him. 
"She's turned on my by dick. You can tell by her heavy 
breathing!" he laughed, forcing himself back into her 
waiting mouth. 

Jenny had tried to finish the creep off quickly, 
sucking with all her might that she feared her face 
might cave in with the pressure. Her tongue again 
darted over his circumcised dick, trying desperately to 
bring him to the boil. The creep, for whatever reason, 
responded very slowly. Jenny discovered later that he 
had a hormone issue, hence his tiny penis and 
difficulty in obtaining and maintaining an erection. 
This was going to be hard work.

Creep had decided that he was going to punish Jenny for 
her unnecessary remarks earlier and he'd got Omar to 
throw what looked like a padded sandwich box over to 
him. He'd unzipped the case whilst still inside Jenny's 
mouth, her eyes looked at him suspiciously. "What the 
fuck was he planning?" she wondered to herself.

He released her with both hands and quickly opened the 
case and removed an offensive looking dildo, ribbed and 
knobbled and looking like a bar of peanut brittle, long 
straps with Velcro and a matt black colour. 
Furthermore, it looked very rigid, not ply-able like 
some plastics. This was vinyl, no flexibility, just 
rigidity. He removed his penis from her mouth and she 
noticed it was hollow, allowing his own tiny dick to 
fit inside before he strapped it around himself. 

He'd obviously done this before, judging by the speed 
of it, and within seconds, he was waving it about in 
front of Jenny's nose like a jar of smelling salts. 
Jenny noticed the clean plastic smell like it was new 
and she guessed she was the one to take its virginity. 
Jenny pondered what sexual experience the creep had 
enjoyed (if enjoy was the word and, if so, if both or 
all parties had 'enjoyed'). 

The creep had grabbed her head again and forced the 
very hard dildo back into her mouth and it grated 
against the roof of her mouth, causing her to screech 
in pain. He thrust himself into her, neither of them 
enjoying the experience, she feeling nothing but pain, 
him feeling nothing as the action created little 
sensation to his entrapped tool.

He drew the tool out and ordered Jenny to lay on one of 
the beanbags, he himself getting a second beanbag to 
place under her hips, allowing him easier access to her 
pussy, the lips red and swollen with abuse. Her natural 
lubricant was drying up, the excess stimulation from 
the medicated lubricant wearing off, the remains of the 
other guy's sperm was all there was. As the stimulation 
had subsided, her pussy was also contracting and the 
creep's sudden and forceful violation of her vagina 
caused Jenny to jump, wincing in agony as the dry vinyl 
forced it's way painfully into her.

She relived the pain as she sat in the taxi, her face 
scrunching up as the memory struck, feeling the pain 
again in her pubic area. She recalled how the creep had 
fucked her with his plastic penis and how he'd verbally 
abused her. He'd called her a tart, a slut, a bitch, a 
whore, a cheap slapper and a whole host of other terms 
which Jenny had shut her ears to, not wanting to take 
in any more than she had to. 

Yet strangely, as the creep had begun to feel aroused, 
he'd been more friendly; complimentary almost. He'd 
said she was beautiful, gorgeous, had lovely legs, sexy 
eyes, wonderful tits, horny pubic hair, and so on. 
Jenny was having trouble in her own mind, knowing where 
she stood with this creep, one minute she was the hero, 
the next minute, the villain. 

Jenny never stopped thinking about Mark, his rugged 
good looks, his sexy body, his love and affection, even 
his manner. Sure, Mark could be a total dick at times, 
selfish occasionally like attending this family 
function today. Yet she wouldn't swap him for the 
world, he was her world.

Jenny wondered if she'd ever told Mark that. They'd 
been going steady for ages, they'd pledged their 
affection to each other but she couldn't remember if 
they'd actually quantified their affection. Love. She 
almost laughed at the thought. How could any one love 
her when she was being fucked like some cheap slut by 
this creep?

Jenny knew she was attractive, and she dressed to 
accentuate her lovely figure, needing only a minimal 
amount of make up. Mark had told her than when you are 
as pretty as she was, she needed very little 
assistance. She smiled inwardly when she remembered how 
she'd playfully slapped Mark when she'd asked him what 
would make her sexier and he'd replied by telling her 
to put her ankles behind her ears!

She felt the cab slow down for a red traffic light and 
she gazed out of the window, a light drizzle adding to 
the misery, like the world was weeping with her. People 
with brolly's walked by, Jenny observing but not really 
seeing. Her mind was back in the warehouse, the place 
where her dignity had been removed and discarded like a 
pair of old socks.

She sub consciously rubbed her chest, recalling how the 
creep with yellow teeth had taken her delicate nipples 
into his foul mouth and sucked on her like some 
famished infant, frustrated he was unable to make her 
lactate (how sad. The creep had actually believed he 
could produce milk from her tits by fucking her!) and 
how he bit hard into her nipple, sucking simultaneously 
and finding only blood. 

Omar had needed to pull him off of Jenny, explaining to 
him he was wasting his time and just to give her a good 
fucking. Creep had other ideas and kneaded her tits 
with his hands, rough and vigorous like he was making 
dough. Jenny had been in tears, mostly physical pain 
but also an element of humiliation. How could one human 
being do this to another, what had she ever done to him 
other than refuse to go on a date with the creep. She 
remembered her catty comments earlier and how he'd told 
her she'd pay for that.

Jenny gulped inwardly. His kneading of her tits went on 
relentlessly, despite her obvious pain and discomfort. 
Richie kept the camera rolling, his limpness perking up 
again and Jenny knew that before she left, Richie and 
probably Omar would want seconds. She'd resigned 
herself to the fact that she would, once again, be 
subjected to further unwanted intimacy and humiliation.

The creep removed his tool from her and re-entered her, 
each time without lubrication and, each time, with a 
great amount of pain. Jenny was almost screaming in 
pain now and the creep kept the pace going.

"Listen to her screaming, lads..." he shouted, 
joyfully. "...She's really loving it!"

Omar and Richie ignored this creep. They were paying 
him large sums of money and they were happy to accept 
it but they didn't necessarily approve of his approach.

He pulled his plastic tool from her and thrust again, 
his knee slipping on the bean bag and the vinyl penis 
rammed against her rectum, entering her with force. 
Jenny yelped like a puppy dog as the rugged tool 
entered her, again without lubrication and she looked 
down at the bean bag. She saw blood but at this stage, 
couldn't decipher if this was from her arse or her 
tits. Either way, she was in fucking agony.

Omar stepped up as the creep went to re-enter her arse.

"Keep to her pussy if I were you," he said. The creep 
stared at Omar.

"Why don't you keep your fucking nose out of it," he 
replied. The creep was a mere 5'6" or so, Omar and 
Richie both in excess of 6' but the creep felt brave, 
mostly because of his bank balance.

"If you're brains were the size of your dick, you'd 
know you were hurting the poor lass," Omar replied, 
sizing up to the little squirt.

"And who's paying your wages today?" the creep 
announced. Omar's blood began to boil and Richie 
stopped filming.

"You stop now or I'll make you," Omar barked. The creep 
went to thrust back into Jenny's arse but the big black 
porn actor pulled the creep off of her, throwing him 
across the room and into a tripod holding a light. The 
structure toppled and fell, the bulbs exploding like a 
fire cracker.

"You fucking scum," the creep said, rubbing his side 
which had impacted on the tripod. He looked and noticed 
his toy penis was broken, the rigid plastic not ply-
able enough to withstand the impact and severing. A 
severed penis, albeit a dildo, made Richie wince at the 
thought and he drew in breath sharply.

"You can kiss goodbye to ever working in this industry 
again," the creep shouted as he stood, picking up his 
toy cock and stoking it, almost as though the action 
would give it an erection and become whole again.

Omar approached the creep and towered over him in an 
intimidating manner.

"You reckon?" he wagered. "I don't care how much 
fucking money you've got, I anit stooping to your 
level," he barked. "And, if Richie and I don't get 
paid, then we'll just have to take it out on you."

"Oh yeah?" replied the creep. "Like how?" Richie 
smiled.

"Like this" Omar said, grabbing the creep and forcing 
him to the floor, Omar's power and weight advantage too 
great for the creep to deal with. Richie knelt behind 
him and the creep could feel the size and heat of the 
throbbing erection against his own arse.

"How'd you like to experience what the girl 
experienced?" Richie said, his deep Jamaican accent 
making him sound really sinister.

The creep begged for his own arse to be spared. He 
promised them double, no. Treble the wages he'd 
promised. They teased him for a bit before frog 
marching him upstairs to the control room, making him 
open his attaché case and paying cash there and then.

Richie then took the DVD which had been burnt and asked 
the engineer to delete the files on the hard drive. The 
creep would have no evidence of what had happened.

Jenny was still crying when Richie and Omar returned. 
They nursed her gently until the sobbing stopped. 
They'd told her what had happened and how the creep was 
being regally ejected from the premises, that all 
evidence had been removed and the only evidence was the 
DVD disc in their hands.

She went to reach for it but Richie pulled it back 
towards him.

"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head.

"This is mine. For personal use," he said. She looked 
at him, his face ice cold, his eyes showed no emotion.

"Please?" Jenny begged. You mustn't let anyone else see 
it. No one must know. Not my boy friend or anyone.

"If you want it, you need to do one more thing for me," 
he said. Behind his eyes, she could just make out the 
beginnings of some compassion.

"What do you want?" she said apprehensively. He looked 
down at his massive erection. Her gaze followed his. No 
words were spoken but she knew what he wanted.

Her pussy felt sore, her arse felt like it was on fire, 
her tits throbbed painfully and she was totally 
fatigued and spent. Trickles of cum stained her velvety 
thighs and her pretty blond hair. 

A fire engine screaming past the cab on blue lights 
brought her back to the present. They were still stuck 
in city centre traffic and a little way from home. What 
she wanted now was a long hot bath and a few stiff 
vodkas. Maybe some chocolate would make the world a bit 
better, too. 

Jenny clutched her hand bag tight, the DVD disc within. 
As soon as she'd had her bath, the disc would be 
smashed and put in the bin, after she'd warped the 
shards over a candle flame. She wanted no evidence left 
at all. Nothing.

The disc had cost her dearly. Richie had needed fucking 
again and she'd reluctantly agreed with two conditions. 
Firstly, she would keep the disc and, secondly, they 
mustn't fuck her arse. The bleeding had almost stopped 
and Omar had told her it was only a haemorrhoid that 
had burst. Jenny had felt disgusted until Omar 
convinced her that most people have haemorrhoids but 
very few have problems with them. Omar had also talked 
his way into fucking her again and they'd been more 
gentle than the creep although it was just sex. No 
love, no passion, just a need to cum.

Richie and Omar both took turns at either end, one in 
her mouth, the other in her pussy. She felt filthy with 
these two well endowed, strange black men being 
intimate with her in a way that very few people had. 
This was Mark's territory, no-one elses. But for the 
sake of her dignity (what dignity, she'd asked 
herself?) she'd agreed. Jenny was not racist, she had 
some very good black friends within university but 
she'd never consider dating a black guy. Certainly not 
fucking a black guy. Now, here she was not with one, 
but two big black guys who were fucking her pussy and 
mouth.

They'd found the medicated lubricant again and were 
plying her pussy with bucket loads of the stuff, 
working it into her love lips. She rebelled initially 
but the tingling returned, arousing her against her 
will. She tried to concentrate the mind, telling 
herself that she was not aroused, did not want sex. 

Her mind visualised non sexy things, gory scenes from 
Holby City, cooking recipes, the football scores as 
they come up on the tickertape, deep sea fishing with 
her uncle, anything she could. No matter how hard she 
tried, her nerve cells responded to the lubricating gel 
and the two black guys and their expert actions. She 
wanted to tell them to stop but the first gigantic cock 
to enter her pussy had her begging for more, deeper, 
faster.

Jenny's mind wanted to stop, to sleep, to rest her 
weary body, her aching cunt but her body rejected her 
motor signals, bypassing the synapses so she bucked 
back, allowing deeper penetration, deeper cock. The 
sucking slurping sound of their cocks entering her with 
the lubricant echoing around the warehouse. The 
engineer in the control room could only record the 
sound bytes, the cameras having been disabled by Richie 
earlier. But he was able to capture her voice.

"No, please stop. Oooooooh, deeper. Yes. Oh. Stop. You 
mustn't. Please stop. Oooh, fuck me. Fuck me now."

Jenny couldn't control herself and Omar and Richie 
fucked Jenny, her pussy accommodating their length and 
girth.

"Oh, fuck me. I want you both inside me. Now!" she 
barked, not realising what she had said. Richie 
withdrew from her mouth and laid on the floor, his head 
on a beanbag and Omar withdrew and shuffled her across 
the floor to Richie. She crawled on her knees until she 
was over Richie's hips and Omar helped lower her onto 
Richie's big cock, smearing her pussy with lubricant as 
he did. 

She gasped as he entered her and found it strange that 
Richie was holding her hips still, his strong powerful 
hands supporting her weight so only the tip of his cock 
was inside her. Omar had smeared lube on his hand and 
was massaging Richie's cock and his bollocks before he 
lubed himself. Nodding to Richie, Omar then placed the 
tip of his erection against Jenny's waiting pussy lips 
and she felt Richie lower her body onto him. 

He seemed even bigger than before in this position, she 
recalled thinking. Inch by agonising inch, she was 
lowered onto Richie's erection before she felt a slap 
on her buttocks. She recognised it was a scrotum but 
Richie was lying down. She wondered how his balls could 
be slapping against her buttocks.

Big black hands engulfed her tits and she noticed they 
were Omar's hands, as Richie still held her hips. Fuck! 
They were both fucking her. They were both inside her. 
She remembered vaguely her earlier sentence. They'd 
taken her at face value and were both fucking her.

It felt enormous but it didn't hurt. She assumed she 
was in so much pain, she couldn't feel anymore. Or was 
it the lubricant?

Either way, they fucked her, their cocks moving in 
unison inside her, her breathing becoming laboured as 
her nerve cells were treated to an experience very few 
ladies get to enjoy. She felt sick yet horny. She felt 
like she wanted to curl up and die, yet strangely 
invigorated. 

She wished Mark was here, that it was Mark inside her. 
Fingers manipulated her nipples, other fingers 
masturbated her clitoris. Bollocks smacked against her 
arse, the slapping noise, the slurping noise and their 
breathing noises echoing around the warehouse, causing 
the engineer a series of challenges to record the sound 
cleanly.

"That's it baby," Richie urged. "Ride me baby. Make me 
cum. You do want my cum, don't you?"

Jenny grunted. 

"Richie wants to cum inside you and so do I. We're 
going to cum in your warm sweet pussy," Omar weighed 
in. Jenny grunted some more.

"You want us to cum, don't you?"

Jenny shook her head, her mind telling her 'no'.

"Yes. Cum inside me. Fill me with your sweet black 
spunk," her voice said which surprised all three of 
them. Still she shook her head.

"I mean, no. Stop." A short pause. "No, fuck me. Cum 
inside me. Fill me. I want your spunk. Fill me up. Fuck 
meeeeeeee!"

Jenny's dirty talk had sent her over the top, a wave of 
orgasm flushed through her, her face reddening before 
paling again. Still the two black studs fucked her. 
Richie's fingers masturbated her clitoris some more. 

"Stop it, Richie, I'm coming, Oh God, I'm coming... 
fuck me... fuck me... fuck!"

Jenny reached her second climax, her muscle 
contractions rubbed both Richie and Omar's dick's 
against each other, her pussy climaxing and releasing 
love juices down her vagina, moistening their erections 
with warmth. Omar climaxed half a second before Richie, 
their cocks pumping deep into her, filling her for the 
second time today.

Omar removed himself, Richie gently lifting Jenny off 
of his cock on which she'd been impaled. Richie went 
for a cigarette, Omar finding Jenny some of her clothes 
and thrusting some money in her hand. 

"That's your share from the creep," Omar said by way of 
explanation. Jenny had dressed and found her bag with 
her mobile phone to call a cab. She stuffed the wedge 
of notes in her bag with the DVD and had hovered by the 
front door until the cab arrived, not bothering with 
goodbyes.

She looked up and noticed the cab was pulling into her 
street. She reached for her bag and clumsily spilt the 
contents. The cab pulled up and applied the handbrake.

"That'll be £26.40 please," the cabbie said, his accent 
had a tinge of Asian in it.

Jenny scrabbled around, picking up some of the note's 
she'd dropped on the floor. She found two twenty pound 
notes and thrust them into the cab drivers hand.

Her neighbour Charlie, an older guy with a bald patch, 
was just leaving the apartments when he saw Jenny's 
cab. He pointed to the cab and she nodded. Charlie had 
always given her the creeps, he stared at her and 
probably wanked every night thinking about her. He'd 
always tried to enter into conversation with her but 
she felt really uncomfortable around him especially the 
way he stared at her breasts.

"Keep the change" she said to the cabbie, diving out of 
the cab and into the drizzle, changing places with the 
neighbour, Charlie, who jumped into the taxi. Jenny 
rushed into the apartment, switching on as many lights 
as possible and putting some music on, trying to regain 
some normality. The front door locked, she ran a bath 
and lit a couple of candles to relax the mood. 

She pulled a WKD from the fridge and drank straight 
from the bottle. She ached all over. Jenny undressed 
and dropped her semen soaked undies into the bin. She 
wanted no reminders of today at all, she thought to 
herself as she soaked gently in the bath, the scent of 
ylang ylang and lavender filling the bathroom from the 
bubble bath. She downed the remainder of her drink she 
laid back, her body and mind relaxing. By all accounts, 
Omar may have been right but she still though she was 
too young for piles!

She wrapped herself in a towelling robe and wandered 
back to the sitting room, calling by the kitchen for 
another cold WKD.

She opened her bag and looked at the wad of bank notes. 
How much had she been paid? She didn't know and didn't 
care. It was enough to pay the cab, a new bikini and 
underwear that she'd lost or discarded and maybe buy 
Mark something nice. Mark. Where the fuck was he? 

"Talking of Mark, he'd better not see this," she said 
out loud to her self. She rummaged through her bag. 
Where has the DVD gone? It wasn't in her bag. She 
looked on the floor, on the sofa, down the back of the 
sofa. She went back to the kitchen and looked in the 
fridge, in the bin, back to the bathroom. She retraced 
her steps but she couldn't find it.

Meanwhile, Charlie had found something small and shiny 
on the floor of the taxi. He picked it up and saw it 
was a DVD. He put it in his raincoat pocket. He'd have 
a little look at that later on. And what was that 
strange smell? It smelt like spunk. Charlie put his 
hand in his coat pocket and touched his cock which was 
beginning to get erect.

"Tell you what driver, can you turn round and take me 
home please," he said. Something told him this DVD 
might be worth watching soon

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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