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Slave Trade 
by Anonymous Author (defunct)

***

They'd always talked about it, about her being used by a 
group of strong, strapping black studs. Her being their 
Cum Dump. And they'd both loved it. The feeling she had 
of being used and abused all night long and their visits 
every few days for more of her hot cunt. The weekends 
she stayed overnight at one of their homes, her husband 
Len, back at their house waiting for her to return, to 
tell him about her weekend orgies. (M+/F, nc, rp, oral, 
anal, bd, intr, drugs, prost, preg)

***

Sue lay on her side in the bed. She felt a mouth at left 
nipple. Her head swum, she couldn't tell from the 
sensation whether it was her baby or a lover. She kept 
her eyes closed, waited for other clues. No hands roamed 
her body, no sounds but the quiet gurgling noise. She 
surrendered to the sensation. The gentle sucking pulled 
her nipple erect, tugged at the areole. She felt the 
milk start to flow. 

She felt a languid sensuality as the liquid left her 
body, flowing through the sensitive nipple and into the 
child at her breast. She pressed her legs together, 
opened her eyes, then closed them again. Except for the 
baby, she was alone in the room. She swung her right 
knee upwards, pulling the covers off of her. She felt 
the cool fabric slide down her shin. 

The little mouth was still sucking, unperturbed by her 
movements. She put her left hand between her legs and 
touched herself. The clit was stiff, she pinched it 
gently, then rubbed just above it. Small circles, 
enjoying the sensations that flowed from her breast to 
her belly to her crotch and back. She fell asleep before 
she could make herself cum. 

There was movement in the room. Sue opened her eyes and 
saw three figures silhouetted in the light from the 
hallway. One of them reached for the baby. As he lifted 
the sleeping baby from the bed, Sue rolled to her back 
and spread her legs wide, pulling her heels up toward 
her ass.

"I think you're getting too big for that," Oscar said. 
Obediently, she rolled over onto her side. Then, she 
raised her knee, spreading her legs and opening her cunt 
slightly. She felt the weight of her 6-month belly 
pressing against the mattress. Oscar reached out his 
hand, rubbed her belly gently. Then, he leaned over and 
kissed it. "Another strong little one on the way."

"Oscar won the match tonight," said Ron. She could tell. 
The smell of his sweat was strong. It had taken her some 
time to get used to the smell of a black man's flesh, 
and even longer to smelling it after the wrestling match 
they had before visiting her.

Oscar knelt on the bed, positioned himself between her 
legs. She heard him unzip his pants, heard the material 
being pulled down over his ass and thighs. Oscar had 
strong thighs, he worked construction and almost always 
won the match. It was his baby she was carrying. Her 
first baby was probably his as well. Fifteen months ago, 
when this first started, they didn't keep such careful 
track.

He rubbed his cock a few times, then pushed it into her 
damp cunt. She was still wet with cum from his four 
friends who had fucked her last night. She felt the warm 
cum ooze out as he pushed his thick, big-headed cock 
into her. She moaned, he always made her hot and tonight 
was no exception. He steadied himself on her knee and 
started fucking her hard. As usual, she responded with 
enthusiasm, raising her hips to meet him, crying out.

"Fuck me, ream me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her words kept in 
rhythm with his fucking. As he went deep, she'd start 
the chant again. He didn't take long to finish, was 
proud that he didn't have to prove his masculinity with 
staying power. He was there to get off, she was there to 
accept his cum, that was it.

As he shot his load into her, she clutched at the pillow 
and sheets, trying to grind her clit against the base of 
his cock and get herself off. He withdrew before she 
finished. "Oh, Oscar, please. I need you, I need it..." 
she begged.

"I know you do," he said as he made his way up the bed. 
She raised her head and, as he always insisted, cleaned 
the cum and cunt juice off of his cock with her tongue. 
She opened wide to accept the head, sucked it gently, 
enjoyed the taste of their mixed juices. Then, he 
withdrew and she licked the shaft. At the base, she took 
a mouthful of hair and sucked what had dripped there. 
She tasted Lenny's cum from last night. It must have 
flowed out of her cunt and onto Oscar's pubic hairs. She 
closed her eyes and enjoyed the deep smell and the 
taste. 

"OK, she's yours. Sue, this is Joe and Al. They're going 
to fuck you for a while. In the meantime, I'm going to 
get the baby ready." 

Sue looked up at him with desire. "Are you going to come 
back for me?" 

"I don't think I'll be back tonight. It depends. I might 
hear something on the radio and get a hard-on. Who 
knows? I might want to come back and fuck you a little. 
You never can tell." 

"Is it really six months?" she asked. 

"Yes. It's six months. It's time for me to take her away 
from you. We learned this from your people, you know." 

She nodded. He left the room and Al turned on the 
lights. 

"Mmmm...mmm...mmm..." he said appreciatively. "No wonder 
Oscar likes his little white cum dump. Lookit her face. 
Like the cover of Vogue." 

"Yeah.

They got a good gene pool goin," Joe agreed. "Open yo 
legs, bitch!" Al ordered. She spread her legs. He pulled 
off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants. As soon as he 
pulled down his white briefs, she watched his cock 
unfold. It was easily as big as Oscar's, though it 
looked a little thinner. Oscar's cock was abnormally 
thick, though, and it didn't surprise her.

***

"So, yo baby's going back over?" Joe asked her as Al 
knelt between her legs. "Yes," she said, trying not to 
dwell on it. Oscar had explained everything to her and 
Len a few months before the baby had been born. The 
little girl was the result of her first black gang bang. 
She and Len had set it up. They'd always talked about 
it, about her being used by a group of strong, strapping 
black studs. Being their Cum Dump. And they'd both loved 
it. The feeling she had of being used and abused all 
night long. Their visits every few days for more of her 
hot cunt. The weekends she stayed overnight at one of 
their homes, Len back at their house waiting for her to 
return and tell him about the weekend.

Two months after the first night, she found out she was 
pregnant. She'd carried the baby to term. From the first 
moment the child saw light, it was obviously not Len's. 
The doctors had not protested when Len insisted the 
child was his -- easier than dealing with another 
"father unknown" situation. The girl had a slight 
problem with her eyes and mother and daughter spent two 
days in the maternity ward. They'd put up with two days 
of stares from the hospital staff. Once, Sue had seen 
one of the cleaning men talking with one of the nurses 
in the hall. They'd both looked at her, then walked on.

When the little girl came home, there was no way for 
them to explain its obviously African features to 
anyone. They'd become outcasts, rejected by their 
families. In the weeks that followed, some of their 
less-close friends deserted them. Then, when the newborn 
was about two months old, they were visited by Oscar. It 
was not unusual, but this time, he didn't fuck Sue. He 
insisted on seeing the baby. Sue led him upstairs where 
she was sleeping. He reached for the child's face, 
turned her head one way then the other, then pulled off 
her diaper. He examined both her bottom and her tiny 
vagina. Then, he put the diaper back on and walked 
downstairs.

"I'm taking her," he announced to Len and Sue. 

"What do you mean?" Len asked, angry. 

"I'm taking her. She's obviously not yours. And I 
believe she's mine. I was the first to fuck your wife 
that night and the baby has certain features that make 
me believe she's mine." 

Sue was confused. "Why would you want her? She's mine." 

"She isn't yours. She is mine, I sired her, she is mine. 
And I am going to take her for three reasons. First, she 
is an infant and will require much of your time. Time is 
a luxury you do not have. You may be needed by myself or 
a friend, and you cannot be unavailable because of some 
screaming six year old. Second, I am going to take her 
because she is not yours. I have already had the 
hospital papers altered and the birth certificate you 
have is now merely a piece of paper. Third, I am going 
to sell her. I already have a buyer." 

"A buyer!" Len yelled. 

"A buyer?" 

"A buyer. Don't look so shocked. It's something your 
people did to mine for over a hundred years. Slavery is 
still acceptable in many parts of the world and I am 
well connected. When your child is six months old, she 
will be taken and sold into a harem. She will be trained 
from that point on in the ways of love. She will fetch a 
hefty price when she reaches twelve years of age." 

Sue looked around the room, looked for an escape. Len 
clenched his fist and told Oscar to leave his house. In 
the weeks that followed, more problems came up. The 
people at work noticed that Len wasn't talking about his 
new baby, that was unusual. He wasn't normally a quiet 
type. His work started slipping. Sue began to become 
more and more interested in the black men who came by 
almost daily now to fuck her. 

When Len came home at night, he found that he too was 
getting more and more drawn into the world they'd 
created. And, the baby was excruciatingly difficult to 
deal with. She was up all night, she screamed and cried, 
wouldn't eat, then would eat, then would vomit it all 
back up. They were constantly cleaning themselves, their 
furniture, or the baby. And, Sue was pregnant again. 

This time, it was Oscar's for sure. He had been the only 
one to fuck her for nearly a week straight, just at the 
time she was at her peak of fertility. They could see 
the difficulties coming with the second child. It was 
only a matter of weeks before they decided to go along 
with Oscar's plan.

"Don't daydream, bitch," Al laughed. He was fucking her 
slowly, waiting for her to start responding but she 
hadn't. "Ho's dreaming about that big black cock of 
Oscar's, isn't she? Once they fucked Oscar, they always 
dream about it." 

"Yeah? We'll I'll give her something to dream about." He 
leaned down and started kissing her neck, then her ear. 
When his lips ran over her eyes, she closed them and 
felt the passion building again. In minutes, she was 
fucking him back, giving him the wild ride she knew he'd 
heard about from Oscar. She couldn't help it, she still 
loved the feeling and the thought of being used by these 
black men. "Say yo name, ho," Al said as he fucked her 
deep.  

"Cum Dump...Cum Dump..." she started whispering. The 
degradation of it turned her on and she started cumming. 
"OH fuck yes CUM DUMP CUM DUMP!! FILL ME UP!" Her hands 
grabbed his arms, tried to pull him close. She squeezed 
her cunt muscles, relaxed, squeezed. He laughed and shot 
his load into her. She screamed and fucked him harder.

"That's it. Bitch loves it." 

"Yes. I do...!"

***

When he finished, Joe took his place. He rolled her on 
her belly, then raised her ass. "On your knees." She got 
up on her knees. He placed the head of his cock at her 
pussy hole. She felt his hands reach down under her, 
wrapping around her firm not-yet-big belly. "This little 
one's going to feel it, I think. I hope it's a girl!" He 
shoved his cock into her, she felt the movement inside 
her. 

He fucked for nearly fifteen minutes, as she rode on a 
wave of cum after cum. His one hand held her belly, the 
other worked her clit. She was tossing her head back and 
forth, moaning and screaming. Al and Joe were laughing 
at how much noise she made, at how hot a bitch she was, 
about how they'd talk about her at work tomorrow, then 
probably send fresh meat for Oscar to check out for her.

***

Len and Sue were sitting at the dinner table at T and 
L's home. These were some of the only friends who still 
socialized with them. As the evening went on, they hit 
on the subject of babysitters. Who was watching the new 
baby tonight? Sue explained that they'd sent the baby 
away. She and Len hadn't been able to come up with a 
story they thought sounded convincing, so they didn't 
offer one. When T pressed, Sue finally said that Len 
wasn't the real father, and the real father had 
threatened a lawsuit if they didn't give her over. 
They'd backed down. T and L believed them, but were 
skeptical. 

***

Three months later, Sue was again on the delivery table 
at the hospital. She recognized one of the attending 
nurses as one who had been there the first time. Her 
looks of disapproval continued through most of the 9 
hour labor. When the black child's head emerged from 
Sue's body, the nurse spit on her and walked out of the 
room.

The others were less condemning, they simply all stopped 
talking. No more encouraging words for the rest of the 
deliver, no enthusiasm about the new life she'd created. 
----- It was the second day after the baby's delivery. 
Mother and child had again been kept in the hospital for 
observation. The doctors were very evasive, just said 
that they were running "tests."

Late the second evening, the door to Sue's room opened. 
She was still awake, watching one of the late night TV 
shows. "Yo, mama!" She turned her head and saw that one 
of the male nurse's aides had walked into the room. She 
recognized him immediately. 

He was the one who had shaved her in the delivery room. 
She'd been alone with Len, a nurse, and the male nurse's 
aide. Len had asked the nurse some misleading questions, 
all the time watching the aide get more and more 
excited. Finally, he'd insisted that she be shaved and 
that the young man do the work. The nurse objected, but 
Len was adamant. Sue knew it was only because he wanted 
to watch her lying there on her back, feet in the 
stirrups, being shaved by this strange black man.

He turned around and locked the door. "I take it from 
the look of your baby that you prefer dark meat?" She 
looked at him. She hadn't been fucked in over a week 
and, according to the doctor, she was able to start 
again as long as she took it easy. Her eyes grew wider 
and she pushed the bed sheets down. He looked her up and 
down. She was wearing a white hospital gown. He knew it 
was open down the back and that it also had a slit at 
each breast for nursing.

"Show me your white tits," he said. She pulled the slits 
open and pushed her breasts through. They were swollen 
with milk, the new baby hadn't relieved her in four 
hours. The orderly walked to her and started sucking on 
the left nipple. It grew hard and the milk started 
flowing. 

"PFFF!!!!" he spit it on the bed. "Shit!" 

She grinned. What did he expect? "Pull that thing up 
around your waist and open up." 

He unzipped his pants as she slid the flimsy material up 
over her hips. Her shaved cunt was exposed for him to 
see. "I do nice work, don't I?" He climbed onto the bed, 
leaned down and kissed her. She reached up and ran her 
hands through his hair, pulling him close and kissing 
him deep. She moved her hips up and worked his cock into 
her without his hands helping. He was moaning and 
grinning from ear to ear. He fucked her gently -- told 
her he knew she was still delicate -- but she kept 
grinding against him hard. He worked in and out, met her 
rhythm, and soon they were fucking hard. She reached up 
and grabbed the metal rails, moaning and crying out. 
Oscar burst through the door and ran across the room. He 
pulled the aide off of her, threw him halfway across the 
room. She lay there, eyes wide, legs spread, gasping. 
Oscar put his hand between her legs. There was no blood 
and he nodded in satisfaction. 

"Young man, come here," he said without turning. The 
aide pulled up his pants and walked across the room. 
"You see this body?" He indicated her. "These thighs? 
How strong and sturdy they are? And these hips - wide, 
just right for child bearing." 

His hands continued to caress her body. "Your patient is 
going to breed many babies for me before I'm done. And 
that's the problem. These babies must be mine. Her genes 
and mine are very strong. I want the best I can breed. 
If they are girls, they will be breeding sluts like 
their mother. If they are boys, they will become strong 
men like me. Independent men, strong, fierce. Men who 
are dedicated to getting what they want out of life. 
Just as I've got her." 

Sue lay there with her eyes closed, listening to his 
speech. She felt the excitement that always came when 
she was reduced to exclusively her sexuality. "Now, if 
you want to use her tonight, I have no objection. Just 
don't get her pregnant." He threw a handful of rubbers 
down on the bed. 

"For some friends. Black men, ok?" The aide grinned. 
Oscar kissed Sue on the forehead, whispered, "Treat them 
right," and left. 

***

When Sue got home from the hospital, Len showed her the 
new room they'd prepared. The walls were a deep purple, 
there was a new king-sized bed in the middle. There as a 
small refrigerator against one wall and a sink and 
toilet at a far end of the room. The window shades were 
closed and the light was very low. There were wooden 
African masks in an arrangement on one the walls.

"This is where they're going to fuck you from now on," 
he announced. Len was obviously excited. Oscar'd told 
him he could be the first one to fuck her on the bed. 
She put the baby in the cradle and stripped quickly. 
They fucked for an hour, she cumming three times, he 
enjoying having his wife back home.

"I didn't know she could sing!" Oscar and Len had been 
standing in the front room. Sue was in the bedroom with 
the baby, singing him to sleep. She had been singing 
lullabies, a soft old spiritual. "She was in choirs all 
through high school. Had a brief flirt with performing. 
A rock band. It didn't last." Len took a drink of his 
scotch, offered Oscar something. 

"I don't drink." 

The band struck up the first few notes. The saxophone 
played a line that made one of the women in the front 
row close her eyes and throw her head back slowly. Sue 
stood in front of the crowded dance floor. She looked at 
the microphone stand in front of her. They'd rehearsed 
four or five times and she knew the material. Excitement 
rushed through her body as she anticipated the affect 
she was going to have. When he first eight bars were 
finished, she began singing:

It's been a long night
I'm dreaming of you
Warmth of your kisses
The touch of your hand

As she sang, she moved her hips slightly as Oscar's 
instructed her. She was wearing a tight white dress, 
strapless, cut very low and revealing most of her 
breasts. He'd insisted she spend an hour in the gym each 
day since returning home with the baby. Her body was 
firm again, her belly nearly flat, arms and legs toned 
nicely. She'd spent twenty minutes a day naked in the 
tanning booth and her skin was now a deep copper color.

She crossed her arms in front of her, hands on opposite 
hips. The gloves she wore reached above her elbows. She 
slid her arms up her sides, then across her breast and 
back down to her sides.

You know I need you
You know I want you
Can't live without you
My slow riding man...

The saxophone took the solo again. She looked out on the 
floor. Couples were kissing, one was obviously dry-
fucking on the floor. Most of the men were sneaking 
looks at her even while they were dancing with their own 
women. None of the women seemed to object.

Oscar knew several local musicians and had put them 
together into a loose backup band for Sue. They were all 
high-quality performers and her voice was as good as 
he'd guessed. He chose several numbers for her, slow 
sexy tunes. And he'd written this one himself.

I'm hungry for you
You knew I would be
And when I see you again
I'll make you want to stay

She pressed her shoulder together just slightly, her 
cleavage became more obvious. She'd been taught the 
trick by one of the whores he'd introduced her to after 
a practice session. Then, she touched the tip of her 
tongue to her upper lip and reached up to push a strand 
of hair out of her face.

Your friends stopped by
They stayed a while
They're friends for life now
My slow riding man...

Len looked at her. They both understood the lyric and 
wondered who else might. Len looked around the audience 
and recognized several of the men who had visited his 
home since she'd returned from the hospital. They smiled 
at him, then turned their eyes back to his slut wife.

You know it's always open
It's yours all day and night
Just touch me open with your hand
And you can come inside

The saxophone took another solo and Sue walked off the 
stage. She went directly to the bar where Oscar was 
standing with several other men. He motioned for her to 
step into the middle of their small circle.

"She's great!" 

"Where did you find her?" Oscar smiled. He indicated for 
the men to draw closer into a circle around her. "She's 
got my baby in her belly." His hand pressed against her 
flat stomach. "And, being pregnant, there's really no 
need to use anything when you fuck her, is there?" he 
asked, turning his eyes to her. 

"None at all," she replied, breathless. 

He was going to let them fuck her between sets. Oscar 
raised his hand, dangled a key in front of one of the 
other men. "You have fifteen minutes until she's on 
again." They walked her to the back of the building. The 
man with the key opened the door. It led to a large 
storeroom. Against one of the walls was a folding bed. 
The sheets indicated that it was used fairly regularly 
while the lounge was open. 

She slipped the tight dress off and one of them took it, 
laid it gently across some boxes. She was completely 
naked underneath, not even stockings. The first man 
didn't waste any time, mounted her on the bed and had 
cum in what seemed like seconds. The second replaced him 
immediately. He took his time, working her over hard, 
fucking deep and fast. When he came, she felt it 
overflowing her cunt lip and dripping onto the mattress. 

The third man pulled her legs open wider, climbed 
between them, and unbuttoned to show her a short, very 
thick cock. "He's small but mighty" he said. She felt 
the walls of her cunt expand to accommodate him and felt 
the surge of a powerful orgasm as she took him on. 
Something about his boasting turned her on and she loved 
fucking him. When he was finished, she was dripping cum 
freely. Two more men used her before Oscan knocked on 
the door. "Time!" he called.

They slipped the dress over her head. She felt the thick 
cum inside of her moving around as she walked back 
toward the stage. Some of the women made loud sniffing 
noises as she walked past, then turned away in disgust. 
She knew what they were smelling.

As the next song started, she noticed she hadn't put her 
gloves back on. Nor had she brushed her hair. She stood 
there exposed, knew she looked like she'd just been 
fucked.

My man, my man...

She started singing, then froze as she felt the cum 
dripping down the inside of her thigh. She looked down 
and saw that there was a wet spot on the front of her 
dress. It was not a drop, it had obviously soaked 
through from the inside. She was going to sing her 
entire next set while the cum of the five black men 
leaked out of her cunt and wet the front of her dress. 
She closed her eyes and was dizzy with lust for a 
moment.

My man, I need your touch...

One of the dancers brushed his elbow against her hip. 
The dance floor was close enough to the bandstand that 
it could have been an accident. But to her, it felt like 
electricity. He knew, he had to know! He was playing 
with her!

I need that feeling
That you bring to me so much

There was a hand touching her left ankle. She didn't 
look down.

I feel you beside me
In the dark, hot night

A fresh surge of cum oozed from her cunt and ran down 
her leg. She felt the liquid cool as it flowed. It was 
on the inside of her thigh, just below the knee.

I need to open the window
I need to get some light

Another hand -- or was it the same one -- ran a finger 
up the back of her calf, from the heel to the knee. She 
didn't look down.

I need to have you in me
I need to feel your love

She moved her leg slightly and felt that the material 
was clinging to her thigh. The cum was soaking through 
and drying.

I need my chocolate candy
I never have enough

A woman walked across the dance floor and stopped 
directly in front of her. She spit. The saliva landed on 
Sue's cheek, just below her right eye. The woman barked 
out "whore" and stormed out of the lounge. The guitar 
player took a solo and Oscar walked to the bandstand. He 
put his left hand behind Sue's neck and wiped the spit 
from her cheek with a handkerchief. Many of the dancers 
had left the floor. By the end of the solo, most of the 
patrons had left the lounge.

"They are petty ignorant little people," Oscar assured 
her. "They don't understand what a good breeder 
understands." He took her hand. "Finish the song."

He stepped down, took a seat at an open table to the 
side of the dance floor. Tears of humiliation were 
welling in her eyes, but they were tempered by the heat 
that was building inside her cunt.

My sweet, sweet candy man
So sweet when I lick him
So sweet when I suck him
He's my special treat

I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
Like chocolate in the sun
I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
Like chocolate in the sun

"Set's over for her," Oscar announced to the band. The 
played on, but Oscar led her out of the building. He 
walked her to a mobile home somewhere in the middle of 
the parking lot. When he gave a special knock, the door 
opened. Inside, she was shocked to see the woman who had 
spit on her. She was dressed in black leather pants and 
top, a high collar and boots. Her hair was done up in a 
pony-tail on top of her head. She held a riding crop and 
a pair of handcuffs.

"You white whore. You deserve to have your ass whipped 
bloody!"

Oscar pushed her inside, she knelt in front of the 
woman.

"You go in there shaking your white trash ass, trying to 
get your pleasure from those men. And they see you, you 
like the whores on television and the sluts in your 
magazines. And they want you. You deserve to be whipped 
until you pass out. You deserve electric shock. You 
deserve..."

"Enough," Oscan said. The woman walked to the back of 
the room and sat down.

"Go fuck her husband."

Sue looked at Oscar, but he didn't change his 
expression. She walked to the back of the trailer, 
opened the bedroom door. There on the bed was a huge 
man. He was bigger than Oscar, who was 6'3 and 240. This 
man was all muscle, stripped completely naked except for 
a wide red and black ankle bracelet.

She pulled off her dress and threw it on the floor. She 
climbed on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his huge 
black cock pushing up inside of her. She was soaking wet 
from the fuckings earlier that night and he didn't need 
to wait for her. He fucked her hard and she returned him 
grunt for grunt. Soon, they were rolling over on the 
bed, taking turns on top, both cumming without 
disconnecting. She could tell from the way his body went 
stiff that he came three times while they were together.

"I'm done, whore. Come back some other time."

She picked up her dress and staggered out of the room. 
The cum trail was now all the way to her ankles. As she 
walked, she felt the warm ooze again making its way down 
her leg. She leaned against the sides of the hallway for 
balance. He'd really worked her over and she had 
difficulty staying on her feet.

"Stand up! Don't play games with me!" Oscar ordered. She 
tried to steady herself. "Much nicer." He turned to the 
man's wife. "Maybe next time, dear, maybe I'll want her 
whipped sometime in the future. Something else we 
learned." She smiled at him. "In the meantime, can you 
clean her up for me?"

The woman nodded, walked to the sink. She ran some water 
until it was warm, then dipped a washrag in it. She 
knelt in front of Sue and started wiping at her ankle, 
worked her way slowly up the inside of her right leg.

"Your little whore is dripping all the way to the 
floor!" she announced.

"Yes, we like to keep her insides soaking wet like 
that."

The woman wiped her from the ankle to the knees, then 
did the same on the other leg. "Let's leave some of 
this, shall we? If she's anything like I think she is, 
she'll love it."

"Fine," Oscar returned.

He drove her directly home where there were six more men 
waiting. He handed her over to them and drove home.

***

Len came home and found the front door padlocked one 
day.

He'd lost his job three weeks ago and hadn't been able 
to find anything else. He fingered the lock and banged 
on the door, disgusted. He walked around the side of the 
house, looked in the windows. Everything was inside -- 
all their clothes, the television, computer, everything.

They'd been threatened with eviction only a week ago. 
There should have been some sort of legal process, some 
sort of warning. Besides, could it possibly be legal for 
them to be thrown out because of the stories that were 
spreading?

Well, the stories had got him fired, so anything was 
possible. People at work had started asking about his 
kids. They knew his wife Sue had been pregnant twice in 
the last two years. They'd even given a baby shower the 
first time. But there were no pictures on the desk, no 
talk about child care, no requests for babysitters.

He'd broken to someone the fact that the baby had been 
given up for adoption. Everyone took it well. But the 
second time, someone with a friend in the hospital had 
told the rest of the story: the black baby, the visits 
from several different men during her stay, the wife 
seen with the kinky-headed brown baby in the grocery 
store one day, then the baby never seen again. No one 
had the full story, but they had enough to make life 
unpleasant. And his company didn't want that. He had 
been released with 2 weeks pay -- after 14 years of 
service.

Someone had called the landlord with a story that was 
too-damned-close to the truth and they'd received an 
eviction notice. He kept looking for work every day, Sue 
was usually out during the days doing who-knew-what for 
Oscar. They must've come and locked the place up 
sometime in the last 4 hours.

"Oscar, we're in trouble."

Len was sitting across the table from the tall black 
man, sipping a glass of scotch whiskey. As usual, Oscar 
turned down any alcohol. "I've heard. There's been 
rumors. I take it they're true."

"Yes."

"Well. Life is hard sometimes, isn't it? Isn't that what 
you white folk always tell us?"

Len shook his head. "Don't give me that crap. This is 
completely different and you know it. We're friends, 
Oscar. This is turning us both on!"

"It turns us on, but don't make the mistake of thinking 
we're friends." He turned and motioned to the waitress. 
She delivered a glass of club soda quickly. He smiled at 
her. "She turns me on. We're not friends."

"So, what are you telling me?"

"Nothing. Just that I regret your position. But I don't 
know what effect you think it will have on me? Why 
should I be concerned?"

"Damn! If we don't have a place to live, where will you 
and your joy-boys get your rocks off?"

"We'll fuck someone else. Though, I must admit Sue 
breeds strong babies."

"And she likes black cock, we've been over this ground 
before."

Oscar smiled. Len could tell he was getting some kind of 
enjoyment out of the predicament Sue and he found 
themselves in.

The front door of the bar opened. A group of three black 
men walked in, arms around each other, laughing. Behind 
them walked Sue. She was dressed in a white floor length 
dress, a flowing summery design. It had a high collar 
and no sleeves. The dress itself was pleated from the 
waist to the hem and flowed around her slim legs nicely. 
She smiled when she saw Len.

"Len!" She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around 
him. She kissed him deeply, then sat down next to him. 
"I'm so fucking hot! You're in for it tonight!" she 
laughed.

"I don't think so," he said with a defeated tone to his 
voice.

She turned her head to Oscar. "What's up?"

"I believe your white friends have turned on you. Your 
husband now has no job and you have no home. You've been 
locked out. And I know your landlord. Very conservative. 
You're not getting back in."

"Which means?"

Len yelled. "It means we're not only fucking broke and 
unemployed, but we can't even get back in the house to 
get our clothes! That's what it means!" He pushed the 
chair back, knocked it to the floor. Then, he stormed 
across the room and out through the front door.

Sue looked at Oscar with panic on her face. "Can't you 
help?"

Oscar smiled. "I can help. Why should I help? I can make 
sure you have food to keep the baby healthy, but that's 
all I'm concerned about."

She gave him a puzzled look. "Maybe that's all you're 
interested in, but your friends seem to have a lot more 
in mind. You know, sometimes I think you've got tunnel 
vision."

"My friends use you at my whim. If I say yes, it's yes. 
If I say no, they don't get any. Pretty simple equation. 
I owe them nothing."

She studied his face but there was no clue there. He may 
have been serious. She got up and walked outside to 
where Len was standing, back against the wall of the 
bar.

"I think we're in this too deep," he said. She put her 
arms around his shoulders.

"Maybe. I don't think we can turn back, though. How 
would we do it?"

"Don't turn back? So what do we do to go forward? Do you 
have a plan?" He was angry, spat the words out at her.

"No. Nothing yet. But, we had better come up with 
something quickly. I'll go talk to Oscar again." He 
nodded, followed her back to the table.

"Oscar. I know you're not going to just walk away from 
us. We both have too much invested. It's been 2 babies 
and this new one is nearly 10 weeks. We have history and 
a future."

Oscar nodded. "I've given it some thought. I know Len's 
industry. He's never going to work again. And I know you 
will not get back into that house. You're completely 
indigent. Except of course for your cars and whatever 
you have in your pockets."

Len nodded. But $8500 equity in an old BMW wasn't going 
to get them far. And there was exactly $152 in his 
pocket.

"This is my offer. It's not negotiable. You can take it 
or leave it. The two of you can live upstairs in the 
whore house I run off of 12th street. I will provide 2 
meals daily. You will continue to sing for me, you will 
continue to breed for me. But, two nights a week, you 
can work the whorehouse, or this bar. You can choose.

"As usual, you will refrain from unprotected sex at any 
time you do not have my child inside your womb. I will 
choose all of your clothes from now on. You can keep any 
money you earn. Len, you are welcome to tend bar, change 
bed sheets, or otherwise help around the whorehouse and 
the bar."

They looked at him in amazement. It sounded as though 
he'd thought the entire thing out long before. The 
agreement covered all the bases.

"That isn't fair and you know it. Who is going to pay to 
have sex with her when you give her to all your 
friends?"

"My friends do not frequent whores. They use women like 
your wife. White slut cum dumps who enjoy it and don't 
even have the decency to get paid for it. You will be 
servicing a completely different set of clients for 
money. The college kids, the truckers, the blue collar 
boys out for a night with their buddies. You'll also be 
servicing the ass-fuckers, the titty ropers, the 
handcuff set, the ass-whippers, the nipple clampers, all 
of the kids of people I won't have for friends."

He smiled as Len squirmed. Sue didn't seem perturbed.

"You'll notice that most of the perverts are white boys. 
The limp-dicked accountants and lawyers who take off 
their $1,200 suits and ask you to diaper them. Or the 
little henpecked pieces of shit who want to put 
clothespins on your cunt-lips because their wives will 
hardly let them touch them down there, let alone do 
anything that sick."

"Two nights a week?" Len asked softly.

"Two nights. The rest of the week, you're mine. Same 
arrangement as before. Only this time, you're making 
money and I'm setting the hours." It was true. Over the 
last two years, both Len and Sue had become accustomed 
to having men drop by anytime day or night. Anyone who 
had Oscar's blessing and a hard-on showed up on their 
door for a quick piece.

"How much money can we make in two nights, especially 
given that we're not dealing with a high-traffic area, 
and we're not looking at men with a lot of cash," Len 
objected.

Oscar smiled at Sue, reached his hand across the table 
and placed it on top of hers. "It all depends on how 
hard she hustles. And, once the word gets out, no doubt 
you'll begin to see regular traffic..."

***

There were full-length mirrors covering every inch of 
wall in the gym. By turning her head just slightly, Sue 
was able to see herself from almost any direction.

She set the resistance to medium-hard and pressed her 
legs apart. She felt the weights lift on their chains, 
pressed harder. She was up to 80 pounds on this machine, 
100 on its partner, on which she pulled her legs 
together. It kept her ass and thighs not slim but well-
toned.

When her legs were as wide apart as the machine allowed, 
she looked at herself straight on. She was still 
stunning. Oscar had given her three identical outfits 
for working out. A red suit of a shiny spandex, 
sleeveless, form fitting from neck to toe. Over this, 
she wore a bright blue thong type of panty, the back 
pulled tight between her ass cheeks. She always worked 
out barefoot -- his subtle variation on "barefoot and 
pregnant."

She was twelve weeks pregnant now and still not showing. 
Her breasts had swollen, but her belly was still flat. 
An hour a day in the gym, seven days a week, helped. And 
she did the GY work on Oscar's time.

She finished her set and picked up the towel from the 
floor next to her. She stood up and patted her face dry.

As usual, several pairs of eyes followed her as she 
walked across the carpeted floor and to the incline 
boards. She raised one of the boards a few notches and 
secured it to the support. The cushion for her feet was 
just over 3 feet from the floor.

Len watched her from his rowing machine. He'd started 
going to the gym with her after Oscar had agreed to pay 
for it. Len had convinced him that there might 
occasionally be a paying customer at the gym and Len 
wanted to be given first shot at him. Oscar had granted 
the privilege.

Sue lay down on the incline, hooked her feet underneath 
the supports. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest 
and started her first set of 50 sit-ups. She did them 
expertly, as she'd been taught by the personal trainer 
Oscar had assigned during her first few months with him, 
so long ago. No jerking, no back and neck strain, just 
her belly and thigh muscles doing all the work.

"Hot little number, isn't she?" someone remarked to his 
friend as they walked together to the locker room. Len 
overheard but went on with his rowing. After a few 
minutes, he got up off the machine and walked toward the 
lockers.

The two men who had walked past were standing in front 
of open lockers, laughing and putting way their wrist 
and knee bands. Len lifted up the combination lock of a 
locker near theirs and started twisting the dial.

"...yeah, but she'd never do it for me. I don't know, 
maybe I should leave a copy of Penthouse Variations 
laying around..."

"It never works," Len heard his friend say. "I tried it, 
still can't get her to go down on me, let alone let me 
do anything else..."

"I noticed the two of you admiring Sue out there," Len 
casually remarked.

"You mean the hard-body wearing the blue cunt-liner? Oh 
yeah."

"Seen her here a couple times before. Jeez, what a 
body!"

"I heard she comes here every day. Shit, more dedication 
than I'll ever have."

"Maybe she's rich."

"Or kept."

"She's an escort," Len announced.

The blond haired man's jaw dropped. His friend was more 
nonchalant. "I suspected something like that."

"No you didn't, asshole," the blond man turned to him 
and laughed. He turned back to Len. "How do you know 
that?"

"Well, actually, I recognized her. Before I moved here, 
I had her once on a business trip. That was years ago. I 
was sure she was out of the business by now, but she 
just keeps looking better and better..."

"Damn."

The two of them didn't notice that Len wasn't having any 
luck with the lock. They were looking at each other, 
wondering the same thing.

"Does she come here to pick up men?"

"Oh, no. It's legit, she comes here to keep herself in 
shape. We've talked a few times since I moved to town. 
What a coincidence that we go to the same gym. Name's 
Len," he said, putting out his hand.

"Yeah. Jim." He shook Len's hand.

"Rick."

"So, what's the price on something like that, if I can 
ask?" Jim said.

"She's kinda quirky. Her price changes depending on if 
she likes you or not. If she likes you, she'll give you 
a night you'll never forget. If she doesn't, it'll only 
be fantastic."

"Well, do you know her type?"

"You'll do. You want her? I can arrange it. Bet on 
$500."

"$500!? Bullshit."

"Hold your horses, Rick. I heard you two talking 
earlier. About what you can and can't get at home... 
What would you expect her to do for that kind of money?" 
Len smiled and crossed his arms.

"Hell, for $500, we'd be talking about some rope."

"Yeah, and both of us at the same time. One in the 
backdoor, one in the front."

"And she'd probably have to keep it up for a couple of 
hours."

Len smiled. He could tell by the way they were one-
upping each other that they were hooked.

Len watched the back door of the bar nervously.

It was nearly 3 p.m. on Thursday. She was about to 
change hands for another 24 hours. Monday and Thursday 
were the days Oscar gave her a day of "freedom" and she 
and Len tried to make the best of each minute. At 3:00 
sharp, the two tricks from the gym should show up. Len 
didn't want to keep them waiting. He also didn't want 
them to walk in just as Sue was coming home.

At ten the night before, Oscar had shown up at the 
whorehouse, gently knocking on Len and Sue's door. As 
usual, Sue pulled off her nightshirt and pulled on the 
white satin robe Oscar insisted on. She was not allowed 
to tie it and the front hung open, revealing that she 
was naked beneath. Len got out of the bed and sat in the 
chair near the wall, as Oscar also insisted on.

When she opened the door, she saw that he'd brought 
three short, wiry looking Middle Eastern men with him. 
They were dressed in expensive suits and she supposed 
they were on some sort of business trip, taking in the 
local entertainment.

"Our friends have never seen a white woman naked, they 
tell me," announced Oscar as he invited the men into the 
room. "This is going to be a rare treat for them."

The men surrounded her, looking at her hair, her neck, 
and her belly.

"Come, come, don't be shy," Oscar insisted with a smile. 
He reached for the waist of the robe and pulled the left 
side open. The men understood no English, but his motion 
as clear enough.

One of the men raised his hand and slid it across her 
hip. Another pressed his thumb against her upper lip and 
pushed it open. She jerked her head back, but Oscar gave 
her a stern look. She leaned forward toward the man and 
pulled her upper lip back. He parted them further and 
inspected her teeth with his other finger. Then, he 
slipped his index finger along her tongue and to the 
back of her throat. Her gag reflex had long since come 
under her control and she made no response. He smiled, 
pulled his finger out, slid it back in. 

He announced something to his friends in a language she 
didn't understand and they all looked closely. He 
reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive 
looking fountain pen. He pushed the top of the pen along 
the roof of her mouth, then to the back of her throat. 
When she didn't gag, the men all looked at Oscar with a 
very pleased look. One of them nodded and said a few 
words to Oscar.

"They like you. They're going to fuck you here, then 
Habib is going to take you home. He wants to fuck you in 
his own hotel bed. I don't know his friends yet, but I 
know Habib from some of the women I've provided him in 
the past. He will probably make you suck his cock all 
night. He likes the feeling of falling asleep and waking 
up, falling asleep and waking up, all with a warm mouth 
on his cock."

Oscar said a few more words to Habib. Habib said "coom 
doomp". Oscar corrected him and this time, he said "cum 
dump." Oscar nodded and called to Len. "She'll be back 
here by 3:00 tomorrow, as per our agreement." He stepped 
out into the hall and closed the door behind him.

One of the men pointed at Sue and said something she 
didn't understand. She started to slide the robe off, 
but he shook his head. He raised his hand, opened it 
palm down, and lowered it. She remembered one of the 
whores telling her about certain universal gestures. She 
dropped slowly to one knee, then the other. He smiled 
and nodded. He pointed to her wrist, then to her neck. 
She raised both hands and put them behind her head, 
fingers clasped behind her neck. She nodded again.

The three calmly took off their jackets and shoes, laid 
them carefully across the back of a chair. Two of them 
stripped slowly, the third pulled off his pants, shirt, 
and underwear quickly. He approached her and pushed his 
limp cock into her mouth. Her tongue pushed the foreskin 
back and she started nibbling lightly at the head of his 
cock. It swelled immediately and he pushed it hard into 
her mouth. She didn't expect it and gagged. The men 
laughed.

Len was watching with mixed feelings. Since the 
breakdown of his own earning power, he was starting to 
resent Oscar's handing his wife over to strangers. This 
group was especially bothersome since the black/white 
attraction was what had made this so exciting in the 
first place. He watched as the man took his wife's head 
in his hands and guided her speed and direction on his 
cock. Her ass jiggled and hair flew as the man worked 
his cock into her mouth. He slowed down, quickened, 
moved her from side to side seemingly at random. Len saw 
that her eyes were closed and she was breathing quicker. 
He was wearing her out and she was not excited.

As he rubbed his cock against her tongue and throat, he 
moaned softly "cum dump, cum dump." Len felt his 
erection rise. After a few more minutes, the man's 
spasms came on and he started shouting as he unloaded 
into her mouth. "Cum Dump! Cum Dump!"

He pushed her away and stepped back. A thin string of 
cum followed him, snapped from the tip of his penis, and 
fell down onto her chin and chest. He wiped himself on a 
towel and retired to the sofa.

The second naked man held his belt in his right hand and 
whacked it against the palm of his left. He indicated 
she was to turn around and raise her ass high. She put 
her forehead between her elbows and raised her ass. He 
reached for her, slid the robe over her bottom and down 
her back.

She knelt there with her back and ass exposed, eyes 
closed, waiting. She heard him walking on the carpet 
around her. He was looking at her from all sides. Taking 
in the expanse of white flesh he was about to violate. 
Would it land on her back? Her ass? Her thighs? She felt 
him knees in front of her. He reached down and raised 
her chin. His fingers slid into her mouth and pulled her 
tongue. 

She pushed her tongue between her lips and he wiped his 
balls on them. She understood what he wanted and started 
licking them. She wasn't sure what the taste was, but it 
was like nothing she'd ever tasted. A sweet, cloying 
taste. Cloves? That wouldn't make sense. Was it his 
sweat or was it something he'd smeared on them? She 
smelled him, trying to put the smell and taste together.

He slipped something between her lips and pulled on her 
tongue. In a reflex move, she swallowed it. There was no 
taste and she panicked. What had he given her? But, he 
gave no indication that anything had happened and 
neither did anyone else. Len couldn't help her if 
anything was going on. And the others certainly 
wouldn't.

He lay the strap across her bottom, gently rested it 
there. She felt the smell getting stronger in her 
nostrils. The taste was getting more intense. She was 
getting lost in it. She felt like she might be a flower, 
admiring her own smell. It was the smell of horses fresh 
back from a run. The smell of dirt in the garden after a 
rain. She wanted more and opened her mouth. She tried to 
reach up for his cock but it didn't seem to be there. 

She looked up but saw nothing but his balls swinging 
before her nose. They seemed massive. They were twenty 
inches wide, wrapped in a dark, leathery pouch with 
thick black hair like wires. She licked them hungrily 
now, knew they were filled with a delicious liquid that 
she needed. She didn't remember what it tasted like, or 
where she was, or who she was. She only knew that if she 
licked on those huge sweet basketballs in front of her 
nose, she would somehow become very, very happy. 

She moaned and pressed her thighs together. Her cunt was 
oozing juice from earlier fucks as she pressed and 
released, pressed and released her cunt muscles. She was 
dimly aware of voices behind her saying something like 
coom, noo coom, coom doomp' but she couldn't focus on 
them. Only her need for that feeling between her legs 
and that taste on her tongue. What was she doing with 
her pussy again? It felt so damn good, what was it?

She reached up and grabbed his strong thighs, licked 
like a cat slurping milk. Long, wet passes with her 
tongue, then sucking on the skin and hairs, pulling back 
slowly. She could almost taste invisible droplets of cum 
oozing between the pores of his sac. The room was gone, 
there was nothing but the feeling between her legs, the 
voice repeating coom...' and the swollen sacks of cum 
she was sucking right through his skin.

She felt something very far off. It was like a stripe of 
fire off behind her. Somehow, it was connected to a loud 
sound she'd heard but it didn't make sense. It didn't 
belong together. Then, the sound came again and there 
was a fire behind her, trying to catch up with her. But 
the more she sucked and the more she squeezed her cunt 
muscles, the further away the fire was. If she could 
just keep going, it would never catch her.

"Whack!" came the sound again, closer this time. The 
feeling moved up behind her, perhaps directly behind her 
shoulder blades. Then just below. Desperate to stay 
ahead of it, she sucked and licked at the sack. Saliva 
was dripping down her chin and onto the floor, still she 
couldn't get a decent mouthful through those thick 
leathery pouches.

The stripe of fire was directly below her now, she could 
have been sitting on it. It came again and again, 
lighting a fire below her ass. She became dimly aware 
that she was being whipped by a belt. For some reason, 
it didn't register as pain, just sensation. And the 
balls kept swimming in front of her eyes, changing size, 
sometime changing shape. Somewhere in her head was a 
voice saying they made you eat something' but she 
ignored it. Her cunt was feeling very good now, nothing 
else mattered.

Something changed in front of her, the balls were gone. 
In their place she saw something huge and snakelike. She 
recognized it immediately. It was a cock. It was oily 
with pre-cum and she knew that it was attached in some 
magical way to those balls. She could get all the cum 
she wanted out of it if she just sucked it.

So, she ignored the fire underneath and opened her mouth 
slightly. It seemed like she couldn't open it any wider. 
The head of the beast slid between her lips, then slid 
for an hour or so deeply into her mouth. She swallowed, 
hoping to excite the head. Then, he was pulling out, the 
back in. She moved to try and meet his rhythm. But the 
whipping across her bottom and back was starting to 
hurt. It was starting to distract her. She was beginning 
to feel it. Something was wearing off and she was 
recognizing normal sensations again. 

She felt the belt stop hitting her and cried her relief. 
In only seconds, the hot cum started filling up her 
mouth and she began swallowing. It came in buckets, 
rivers, flowing so fast she couldn't keep up with it. It 
started dribbling down her chin, her neck, onto the 
carpet. He pulled his cock out and stepped away. She 
felt the pool of it remaining on her tongue, felt the 
slow flow of it out over her lower lip, down her chin. 
She swallowed hard, licked her lips, and wiped her chin 
with the back of her left hand.

Habib, the third man, hadn't fucked her there in front 
of Len but had taken her home. Before he left, he smiled 
at Len. "Did you see her? A pity we have no more of that 
particular herb with us," he said in perfect English.

At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue. As 
always, she was wearing one of the several outfits Oscar 
had bought for her. Habib escorted her to the table and 
sat her down beside Len.

"I compliment you. Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask 
her about the kennel later, if you want to hear 
something very exciting. Later tonight, while you are 
lying in her arms. Unless, of course, she will be 
fucking someone else." He reached into his pocket and 
pulled out an envelope. He threw it on the table. "There 
are three $100 dollar bills in there. Oh yes, and some 
photographs." He walked away and left the bar.

***

At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue. As 
always, she was wearing one of the several outfits Oscar 
had bought for her. Habib escorted her to the table and 
sat her down beside Len.

"I compliment you. Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask 
her about the kennel later, if you want to hear 
something very exciting. Later tonight, while you are 
lying in her arms. Unless, of course, she will be 
fucking someone else." He reached into his pocket and 
pulled out an envelope. He threw it on the table. "There 
are three $100 dollar bills in there. Oh yes, and some 
photographs." He walked away and left the bar.

Len looked at Sue after Habib had left the bar.

She looked exhausted. Her hair was pasted to her 
forehead, her eyes had bags under them. She slumped into 
the chair across from him and put her head down on her 
arms. "I need some sleep."

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"None. Correction - I think I dozed off a few times, but 
never for very long. They didn't stop. Once, I told them 
I had to go to the toilet. I fell asleep in there, woke 
up on a mattress on the floor with one of them on top of 
me, another lying underneath. I don't know how long 
they'd been there, but it didn't seem too much matter to 
them if I was awake or not."

He reached across the table and rested his hand on her 
head. "Oscar's being an asshole about this whole 2 
nights off' thing."

She raised her head, sat up straighter. "Oh, but Len! It 
was like nothing I'd ever had with Oscar and his 
friends. I felt like I was on another planet or 
something - I just got off and off and off."

She was silent for a few seconds.

"They fed me something," she finally said.

"What do you mean?"

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward.

"When we got to his apartment, he gave me something to 
drink. Then, he offered me a pill - said it would make 
my breath sweet. I chewed them and it hit me 
immediately. I don't know what it was, what the hell he 
could have put in there, but I got so sensitive. 
Anything that touched me turned me on. I felt every inch 
of my clothes touching me, I felt the hairs on the backs 
of my hands, the wind across my skin as someone walked 
by. It was incredible."

She sat back down in her chair and closed her eyes. When 
she opened them up again, she had an intense look in her 
eyes. The signs of exhaustion she'd shown when she 
arrived were gone.

"I want more."

"Listen, we can't afford to have you addicted to drugs 
or something."

"It isn't like that. This wasn't cocaine. This was...I 
don't know, but it's something he has and I want."

"Sue! Listen, get a grip on yourself. This is getting 
out of hand." Len had a nervous look on his face as he 
reached for his wife's hand.

"No, no, it isn't. It's just something new!"

"What is?"

Len looked up. It was Rick from the gym. He looked at 
his watch - it was ten minutes after three.

"Sorry we're late," said Jim. He had a small suitcase 
with him. Both of them were wearing jeans and white t-
shirts. Len looked at the muscled bodies he hadn't 
noticed at the gym. These two obviously put in a lot of 
time on the weight machines. "Are you ready?"

Sue stood up. The two men looked at her then at each 
other. Rick looked at Sue again. Her hair was dirty and 
her clothes were disheveled. She was wearing a bright 
red scoop-neck leotard and a short, deep purple leather 
miniskirt. Oscar had instructed her to wear black 
fishnet stockings and heels for Habib who said he'd 
"never seen a white woman in proper costume." There were 
small, oval stains where cum had dripped and dried on 
the skirt.

"Len, is this the $500 whore you said was an escort'?"

Len stood up and shook his head. "You don't understand. 
This is a costume she had to put on for a customer. He 
was a real jerk, a moron who has all these fantasies 
about..."

"Fuck you. We don't need your half-assed explanations. 
There's no way we're going to pay $500 unless we get our 
money's worth. Got it?"

"Hey, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth," Sue 
said. "What do you want me to change into? Give me ten 
minutes."

"That's more like it. Be nice to us and we'll make it 
worth your while."

"Yeah. Listen, why don't you put on something really 
tight, just not trashy like that red thing. Why don't 
you put on your exercise outfit and a wraparound skirt 
on top? You have that?"

"Of course, honey," she said. "Just sit down here and 
have a drink." She signaled to Len to bring them 
something from the bar.

After he watched his wife walk upstairs to their room, 
he took their orders and went to the bar. He was 
thinking about how things would go later tonight. Len 
hated himself some nights for getting so turned on 
thinking about slipping up behind her, sliding his stiff 
and excited cock into her gushing cunt. There was 
nothing that turned him on as much as listening to the 
sounds as he pushed the cum out of her cunt with his 
cock. And few things that turned her on as much.

Until tonight. He wondered what Habib had given her that 
had made such a big difference. And where could he get 
some?

***

Rick handed the taxi driver a twenty and waved him off. 
The man smiled and asked what time he should return. 
"Six o'clock."

On the sidewalk, Jim was holding his small case in one 
hand and pulling Sue closer with the other. She kissed 
him softly and passionately. After their shaky start, 
she had to do everything she could tonight to make sure 
they would come back again. She moaned softly and 
slipped her tongue between his lips. Her right hand ran 
down his side, tugged at his belt. "Let's get inside."

Rick had already unlocked the door. He held it open and 
the two of them stepped through. She heard him lock and 
bolt the door behind them.

"God, I want some head from you!" said Jim, unzipping 
his pants. "Ever since I started watching you at the 
gym, it's been on my mind. Come over here."

She walked to him, dropped to her knees, and took the 
head of his cock in her mouth. He was already starting 
to get hard. She wrapped her lips lightly around the 
head, ran her tongue in slow circles around the tip. He 
put his hands on her head, pulled her close. She 
resisted, kept her mouth just at the head.

She opened her mouth slightly and let out a long breath 
of hot air. He moaned. "Oh shit!" She smiled. "I need to 
lay down."

She stood up. "Whatever you say."

He pulled off his pants and boxers and jumped on the 
bed. She knelt beside him, lowered her head to his belly 
and started kissing just below his navel.

"Like this, honey?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against his skin, 
started moving in a slow line to the base of his cock. 
He ground his hips into the mattress underneath. Sue 
opened her mouth and ran it along the right side of his 
cock. He felt her saliva soaking him as she moved slowly 
toward his cock-head. When she reached it, she 
immediately moved across and started licking her way 
down the other side of his cock.

She kept at it for several minutes. When she was 
finished, his cock was completely slick from her mouth. 
"You want me to drink it or do you want it in my pussy?"

A wide smile broke out on his face. This was a whore who 
worked for her money. She'd asked in such a sweet voice, 
he could tell she'd love either answer.

"Milk me dry, honey."

"You ready for this?" she asked. Without waiting for an 
answer, she straddled his chest and pushed her mouth 
down on his cock. He felt it go past her lips, across 
the roof of her mouth, and finally lodge deep in her 
throat. He felt a constriction around his cockhead he'd 
never felt before. She had him well into her throat. She 
moved just slightly back and forth, but to his cock it 
felt like the long long draw of a tight cunt.

He lay there, staring into her wide open cunt and 
feeling the heavenly suction of her throat. His eyes 
roamed over her ass. He raised her skirt and pulled down 
the waistband of her tights. She was naked underneath. 
His eyes feasted on her pussy lips and ass cheeks. He 
noticed several wide stripes across her ass. She'd taken 
a belt across it recently. He started toying with 
possibilities in his mind. Sue kneeling before the two 
of them, ass high, waiting for the belt. Or a coat 
hanger. Or a wooden spoon. Or...

"Ahhh!!!!" He screamed as he shot his load into her 
throat. She didn't change her pace, just kept a steady 
milking motion. He jerked and lunged, losing control in 
one of the best orgasms he could remember. Finally, he 
was exhausted and pulled her shoulders. She stopped and 
climbed off of the bed.

"Rick..." he moaned in a bare whisper.

Rick laughed. "Your dead pardner?"

"Noooo, not dead. Goddamn, she's good. Have her deep 
throat you! It's so fucking good..."

"We'll see."

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"She takes the belt."

She looked quickly at Rick to gauge his reaction. She'd 
taken the belt from Oscar's customers last night, but 
didn't want to make a regular thing of it.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that later," he said, very 
matter-of-factly. Rick unzipped his pants and slid them 
off. His cock was already stiff, the swollen head a 
bright red. "Get out of those clothes, sweetie. Let's 
see what you look like underneath that outfit."

She pulled the clothes off, piling them carefully on a 
chair. Oscar was very tight with his clothing budget and 
she couldn't afford to lose any being careless.

"Raise your arms above your head. That's it. Now, on 
your toes. Turn around. Slowly."

She did as he instructed. "I see what you mean, Jim. It 
isn't just her ass either. Her back shows some signs of 
the belt. Come closer, dear." She stepped nearer to him. 
"What's this?" he asked, examining some marks on her 
shoulders and upper back.

"Paw prints?" She closed her eyes. "Don't tell me these 
are paw prints!?"

She couldn't talk. She hadn't been certain if Habib was 
serious or if he was trying to scare her, but he had let 
two dogs loose on her. They had jumped on her and 
knocked her to the floor. She'd been terrified that 
there would be more. There hadn't.

"I don't think I want to know," Rick continued. "I just 
want to feel the inside of that sweet pussy of yours." 
He pushed her and she went to her knees. He walked 
around behind her and raised her ass with his hands. She 
rested her forehead on her arms and spread her knees 
wider.

He pushed into her deep and fast. She felt the cum ooze 
out along the sides of his cock and drip down her inner 
thighs. "Nice. Silky, sweet..." Rick held her hips and 
started a deep, slow fuck. She went along with his 
rhythm. It felt good, he was being gentle and 
considerate especially compared to Habib's friends last 
night. She reached her hand down between her legs. With 
two fingers, she lightly tickled his balls. With the 
other two, she worked her own clit. He felt her start to 
move underneath him and knew she was working herself. He 
didn't mind. Let her, maybe her own orgasm would make 
his more intense.

She started cumming before he did. He heard her 
breathing get erratic, started taking her on. "Go on, 
little pussy. Let's hear it. Don't be shy, no one's 
around. Finger that little cunt-hole..." As her 
excitement built, her pussy twitched and he felt it. He 
started fucking deeper. They were working in unison and 
he shot his load into her cunt.

Len was surprised to see them walk through the door at 
5. They'd paid for her straight through to six o'clock.

"Any trouble?" he asked them.

They smiled at him. "No, no problem at all. We just 
thought it might be nice to let you in on the fun." Rick 
motioned for Len to follow him into the hallway at the 
back of the bar. Len went along, smiling.

When they were out of range of the customers in the bar, 
Rick raised Sue's skirt. Len saw that they'd attached 
eight clothespins to her cunt-lips, four on each side.

"She's been like this for about twenty minutes. Jim 
fucked her up the ass like this, and I've been holding 
off. I think she's pretty damned sensitive by now. I'm 
going to pull these off, then fuck her in the stock 
room. If you want to, she's yours when I'm done. Just 
thought you might like to get in on the action." He 
reached his hand underneath her skirt and turned to Sue. 
"Am I right? You pretty sensitive now?"

She nodded. He moved his hand around, brushed against 
the front pair. "OOOhhhhh," she moaned. Rick smiled. He 
pushed a finger against her clit and started massaging 
it. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Fuck, yes...!"

"You go the key?" Rick asked Len. Len opened the door to 
the stock room. Once they were inside, Rick pulled the 
clothespins off of her quickly while she cried out in 
pain. When they were all off, he pressed her against the 
wall and unzipped his pants.

"Here we go. I want to feel you moving under me..." He 
slid his cock into her damp cunt. She ground against 
him, trying to find a comfortable position. There was 
none. The fabric of his pants, the zipper, the hairs of 
his cock, all of them pressed into her raw and swollen 
cunt lips. She jerked and twitched as he fucked her. He 
closed his eyes and rode her for nearly ten minutes like 
that. Finally, he braced himself and pushed deep into 
her while he came.

He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it dry on the 
inside of her skirt, then stepped back. "Len, she's all 
yours. I'll see you at the gym tomorrow..."

Rick and Jim left. Len looked at his wife. She'd spend 
most of the last 24 hours getting her cunt fucked off by 
at least eight men. And now, she was pressed against the 
stock room wall, skirt up around her waist, legs bare, 
cum dripping from her tender cunt. She smiled at him. He 
smiled back. She raised her arms and he stepped into 
them.

Sue pulled him close, kissed him lightly. "You like me 
like this?"

He kissed her back. "Yes yes yes." He kissed her cheek, 
eyebrows, forehead, then down the other side of her 
face. She raised her left leg, wrapped it around his 
back. His hard cock found her cunt and slid into her 
easily. He held her face in his hands. Both of their 
mouths were open, they were kissing and sucking at each 
other's tongues. He fucked her gently at first, but as 
her body motion became more intense, he matched her. 
Soon, they were grunting and slamming into the wall. She 
screamed as she came, he held off. When her spasms 
subsided, he started her up again.

He whispered to her about the black cock whose baby was 
inside her. Then, he told her what he'd seen yesterday 
with the Middle Easterners. He whispered about Habib and 
the belt across her ass. He whispered to her about the 
men at the gym and the way they'd looked at her matted 
hair and whore clothes. She became more and more excited 
as he talked. Finally, the both built to a climax 
together.

"Oh baby, this never needs to end!" she sighed as she 
fell asleep in his arms.

Sue looked at Len sleeping. He was curled up tight, head 
buried in the pillow. He hadn't slept well for the last 
few nights and she was a little worried. She pulled the 
blanket up over his shoulder and tucked it under his 
chin.

It was still dark outside, the sun wouldn't rise until 7 
at the earliest. The green glow from her wristwatch said 
4:15 - Habib would be downstairs at half past.

She slid quietly out of the bed and moved silently into 
the hallway. The door squealed a bit as she pulled it 
closed behind her but Len didn't stir. There would be no 
one in the shared bathroom at this hour, so she entered, 
closed the door, and turned on the light.

Last night hadn't been too bad. It was one of Oscar's 
nights and she'd had almost no traffic. Two men came, 
both were gentle and considerate, both knew about her 
and Len's money problems and tipped her generously. She 
ran the brush through her hair and dusted a light violet 
blush across her cheeks, a rich, dark violet for her 
eyelids and lips. Habib liked that color, told her it 
reminded him of flowers.

She'd gone to sleep wearing the outfit he preferred, a 
deep burgundy thong and a white camisole - both of an 
expensive fabric that felt like satin.

This would be the first time she struck out on her own. 
She'd talked with Habib two nights earlier when he'd 
arrived with some friends to pay Len for an hour with 
her. She did her best to impress them, then pulled Habib 
aside while his friends were dressing.

"The herb you gave me the night you took me home. What 
was it?" He wouldn't tell her, but said that it was 
available whenever she needed it. She told him she 
needed it.

He'd been very calm and cool. He told her that he would 
order some and have it in two days. They would meet at 
4:30, they would have sex in one of the rooms and he 
would give her what she wanted. She'd agreed.

In the intervening hours, she'd thought of little else. 
She knew from the first time that she wanted to do it 
again, now that the time was near, the craving was with 
her all the time. She still wasn't certain what had 
happened that first time, only that it was wonderful.

At 4:25, she clicked off the light and walked barefoot 
down the stairs into the bar. There was a dim glow from 
the neon signs, enough to allow her to navigate through 
the darkness to the front door where he said he would 
meet her.

She monitored the street, body tensing with excitement 
at every sound of car tires or footsteps. A wind kicked 
up and blew a piece of newspaper against the door - she 
almost felt it. She felt her hand slide down between her 
legs and touch lightly against her crotch. She was 
tempted to finger herself, give herself a taste of what 
was coming, but resisted.

At 4:30, Habib rose from his seat at one of the tables 
and stepped into the dim light of the juke box.

"Hello, Sue."

She spun around, shocked that he had been there all that 
time.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Oh, Oscar has given me a key long ago."

She was surprised to hear that.

"Yes. In fact, I've looked in on you from time to time. 
Watched you sleep. Once, I even watched your husband and 
you making love. A touching sight."

She felt anger rise but her desire for the herb killed 
it quickly. Habib stepped closer, reached out and 
touched her hair.

"Especially when he talks to you about what he'd seen 
you do earlier that day. Who you'd had in your mouth, 
how many members had penetrated your body..."

She closed her eyes, listening to his words, letting the 
humiliation wash over her. Habib had been studying her, 
knew what she would react to. "Do you have it?"

"Ah, my little one. You have no shame left, do you? Not 
even an insult for me, for my watching you and your 
husband fucking?" He continued to caress her cheek. "You 
remember what my friends and I did to your body, don't 
you?" He reached into his pocket, withdrew a small 
capsule. "Exploring every inch of your body. Knowing you 
would not resist." He pushed the capsule between her 
lips, pushed it back into her mouth with his thumb. "And 
the nicest part was not worrying about your becoming 
pregnant, yes? Knowing all the time that you are already 
carrying a new life inside your womb..."

She swallowed the pill and listened to his words. She 
let them surround her, knew that -- as it was last time 
-- his voice would be her connection to reality once the 
herb took effect.

"And you are wearing what I bought for you?"

"Yes, I have been wearing it since 10 o'clock last 
night, as you instructed." She felt her body lighten, 
knew the feeling was just moments away.

"Then, you know what I will want of you." She nodded, 
feeling his hand on her face like a thousand feathers, a 
thousand pins, a thousand million little fingers 
caressing her.

"Yes, I know what you will want." The words were almost 
tangible to her as they left her mouth. She felt them 
build in her throat, move across her tongue and out into 
the room.

"Well, then, why don't you go ahead and tell me?" He was 
teasing her and she knew it. But, the feelings were 
there, she had what she needed. Everything else was of 
no consequence.

"You will have me go to the kitchen. I will look in the 
refrigerator. I will find where they keep the butter. I 
will dip my fingers into it, put it away. Then, I will 
stand before you and beg you to let me make you 
happy..."

She was floating away now, her body alive to any touch. 
Soon, she'd need to beg him for it.

"...you will say yes'. Then, I will turn around pull the 
thong down around my knees, and smear the butter all 
over my fingers. I will slide my fingers up into my 
asshole, lubricating myself for your Precious Member. I 
will do this for several minutes, alternating fingers 
the way you taught me last time. First the index finger, 
to the first knuckle, then the middle finger. Then, the 
index finger all the way, then the middle finger. I will 
do this ten times, as you instructed..."

She was getting weak in the knees now. Talking about 
this was making her hot. She could smell the lubrication 
of her cunt. It was a strong, sweet smell. She knew it 
would grow richer and muskier later.

"...you will approach me and unzip yourself. My mouth 
will make your Precious Member hard, then, when you are 
ready, you will move around behind me and fuck me up the 
ass. You will fuck me for a long time, holding yourself 
back from cumming. While you fuck, I will feel your 
fingers on my clitoris. You will play with it, massaging 
lightly, then quicker, then lighter again. You enjoy 
hearing me beg and you will play me as long as you are 
able. Which was over 30 minutes last time..."

She started moving her hips, hoping to entice him. She 
reached out for him but he took her hands and placed 
them at her sides. The drug made even those movements 
exquisitely pleasurable.

"...when you finally cum, you will fill me up and then 
allow me to finish masturbating myself. Then, I will 
bring a warm rag and clean you, removing any traces of 
my ass and the butter from your Precious Member."

Habib smiled. "Open your eyes, little one." She looked 
at him. "Are you enjoying my gift?" She nodded. "It's as 
I remembered it..." she mumbled, only half pronouncing 
the words.

"Good. Go back to your bed, go back and sleep or fuck 
your husband. I demand nothing of you tonight."

Habib kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked 
toward the door.

"Habib! Please! You can't leave me like this...!" She 
ran toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck.

He pulled her off of him and let go. "I bring you a 
present and you demand more?"

"I am not demanding..." she wrapped her arms around her 
knees, buried her face in his pant legs. "I am begging. 
I just assumed you would want..."

"You assumed wrong. I came this time as a friend. But, 
we need to talk about the future, don't we?"

He pulled a chair from under one of the tables and sat 
down. "Come, stand beside me." She rose and stood to his 
right. He reached for her and yanked the thong halfway 
down her thighs. He pushed two fingers up inside of her 
and let her move around on his hand as he talked. "You 
know, I'm sure, that I will never pay for you again. 
From now on, we will have an agreement. I will bring you 
the drug and you will perform favors for me. Is that 
satisfactory?"

She barely heard him, her entire focus was on the 
fingers. They felt like snakes inside of her, curling, 
coiling, then expanding, reaching further and deeper, 
then withdrawing. She loved the image. "Yes, that is 
fine," she breathed.

"I may bring friends. You will service them also."

"Yes, yes... deeper." She reached for her breasts, 
pulled at them, scratched the tops with her fingernails.

"You may have it every second day. Some days, we will 
meet at this hour. Other days, we will meet in the early 
evening."

She felt the orgasm rising, coming nearer, roaring in 
her ears. "More, three fingers, four... please..."

He forced a third then a fourth finger inside of her, 
she bent her knees to open wider for him.

"You will not deny me anything."

"I will not...deny...you... anything!!!" She screamed as 
she started to cum. Her hands went to her cunt and 
rubbed hard, quickly, slowly, quickly again as she 
panted and choked out her pleasure.

"Sleep well, little one," Habib said as he walked out of 
the bar.

***

Oscar was petting her forehead gently. She had her eyes 
closed, the back of her head rested on the inside of his 
left thigh. She took a deep smell of his crotch. She 
loved the sweet, deep male smell of him. When he was 
gentle like this was the only time she worried at all 
about Len. Seeing his wife's cradled between the legs of 
their black master (what other word could she use these 
days?), she worried that Len might feel just how reliant 
they both were on Oscar's whims. As long as she kept 
Oscar satisfied, she felt the tension between the men 
could be kept to a minimum.

"You have already begun to swell," he said softly, 
reaching his free hand down for her left breast. He was 
right, she'd already gained two inches and one cup size. 
Soon, he belly would begin showing as well. The thought 
brought her another flash of passion between the legs.

He rolled her nipple gently between his fingers and she 
closed her eyes. She allowed herself to forget the four 
other men in the room who were watching the two of them. 
As usual, Oscar had made them wait outside while she 
serviced him, then enter the room to wait their turn.

"You see, my friends? Did you notice what she did as 
soon as I began pulling on her soft, brown nipples?" She 
blushed slightly - he was right. As soon as he'd cupped 
her breast, she'd allowed her right knee to drop back 
down to the bed. Now, she lay with her feet just inches 
from her ass, left knee still bent and high, but the 
right knee flat on the bed. She knew this had opened her 
cunt lips and that the men were watching eagerly.

"She assumes this position for me often. It is one of 
the several I prefer." He continued to massage the brown 
area around her nipple, she moaned slightly. "She is my 
own personal cum dump, into which you may deposit your 
seed." She took another deep breath. His use of the term 
still turned her on. "As you know, it will not fertilize 
her. She already carries my child."

One of the men stepped forward. "I have wrestled the 
other three and beaten them all. We wrestled nearly 
twenty minutes. I prevailed."

"Show off muthafucker!" one of the others laughed. "Just 
get your cock into that white bitch's little pussy and 
let's show her how it's done!"

"Yeah," one of the other jeered. "Looka how hungry the 
bitch is! And she ain't hungry for that thin little pink 
cock her white man came with...!"

The three of them all laughed as the first man knelt on 
the mattress at the foot of the bed. He rubbed his cock 
lightly and it grew stiff. "You like this, mama?" he 
asked as he moved closer.

"Give it to me!" she answered. Oscar kept her head there 
in his lap, one hand on each side of her head now, 
holding her steady. "I'm all yours."

The man pushed raised her left knee and raised it up. He 
took her right knee in his other hand and put both knees 
over his shoulders. Then, he let her slide down slowly 
into place. Her ass rocked back and forth slowly as he 
reached between her legs. He guided the head of his cock 
between her outer lips.

"Ah, here we go bitch, here we go..." he repeated softly 
as he pushed the head into her. She moaned and relaxed 
her cunt muscles. She felt the head enter. After all 
this time, she still loved the feeling of the thick head 
spreading her cunt lips wide. It was nothing like 
fucking Len or her other white lovers. Even the ones 
with long cocks never seemed to have the thickness of 
her black lovers. He worked his way up into her for what 
seemed like five, ten, twenty long minutes. She felt the 
walls of her cunt widen, her insides rearrange 
themselves to allow him maximum penetration.

Then, he was withdrawing. She felt like her entire 
insides were being pulled out after him. Like her entire 
bowels were unloading, her entrails being pulled out 
through her narrow opening. Then, he was pushing them 
back into place. Back into place. And further. 
Everything compacting against her stomach, her lungs, 
the base of her throat.

"Oh, fucking damn, yes, oh fuck me! FUCK ME!!" she 
moaned, already losing control after Oscar's buildup. 
She started bucking against him, forcing his cock deeper 
than even he had been moving. She sped up, rocked 
against him, throwing her head right and left between 
Oscar's thighs. She leaned her head back, smelled his 
asshole, the smell of his shit from earlier mixed with 
his sweat, his cum, her juices, her saliva from when she 
sucked his sock. She pushed hard, felt his the wiry 
hairs at the base of his cock scrubbing her nose, lips, 
chin.

The man was losing control rapidly. His dreams of riding 
Oscar's whore were vanishing in the silky pleasure she 
provided. She knew how to work him and he couldn't 
resist. He came in just eight minutes. When he unloaded, 
it poured into her for hours, her screams of pleasure 
muffled by Oscar's thigh, which she was again pressed 
tight to.

He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it clean on her 
cunt hairs, then invited the next man.

"Bitch tight, or maybe this big horse's cock of mine 
just makes it feel that way !" he laughed.

"Fuck yourself, nigger! If she like that little boys 
cootie of yours, she'll love this MAN's cock!" They 
laughed and changed places. "You hear me, ho? You gonna 
get a REAL fucking now." He rammed his cock into her 
sopping wet cunt, felt the head hit home somewhere 
around her stomach. He pulled out, slammed in, worked 
her hard. She didn't slow down, met his every move. When 
he showed signs of slowing down, she'd tighten the grip 
she had on him with her thighs, pressing against the 
small of his back with her heels.

"What's the matter," she asked. "Getting a little 
tired?"

She knew they always took that as a challenge. He worked 
her harder now, pulling his head all the way to her 
outer cunt lips before plunging deep into her. With each 
stroke now, he tried to pull nearly out, ram nearly all 
the way through her. She moaned and humped, pressing her 
crotch against him, trying to get the maximum pressure 
on her clit. Finally, she came, the convulsions inside 
her cunt taking him over the edge. When he'd unloaded, 
he collapsed between her legs.

"Oscar, what a muthafucker!" He laughed. "You done 
turned the bitch into something special...!"

Oscar leaned forward and pushed him off of her. "Get 
your lazy ass outta here and give someone else some 
room."

Len entered the room, told Oscar that it was nearly ten 
p.m. -- the time they generally let her go to sleep, 
unless something unusual had been planned. He looked 
down on the bed and saw Sue there, hands between her 
legs, holding herself open for the next man. There was a 
pool of cum on the sheet between her legs, the insides 
of her thighs were glistening and her cunt hairs matted. 
He felt his cock get hard and a smile spread across his 
face.

"Two more, Len," Oscar announced. "Unless, of course, 
you'd like to have a go at her as well?"

Len was in a good mood. He walked across the room, 
leaned down and kissed her belly. "Oh, I'll have her for 
the rest of the night. Don't worry about me..." He 
smiled.

Two of the men looked at each other and shook their 
heads. "The white boy knows what his bitch likes, 
doesn't he?"

"Hey, asshole," Len said, turning around quickly. 
"You're dumb enough to do my warm up work for me, why 
should I turn it down?" He turned back to Sue. "You just 
fuck her. Me, she loves."

Len walked back to the door, waited just long enough to 
watch the third man kneel down between Sue's legs while 
she held her lips open wide. He smiled and left.

Len sat down at the small table at the back of the 
barroom. He opened a notebook and reviewed the numbers. 
Thirty-five hundred dollar. Still it seemed like a 
pittance. Given their situation - and the unlikeness 
he'd ever find a decent paying job again - that was not 
nearly enough.

As he looked back at the numbers for the last few weeks, 
it looked like she'd been bringing in less recently. The 
numbers of visitors hadn't really changed. And Habib had 
paid very well the first few times. This time, it seemed 
like he wasn't coming through.

A short man approached him, looked around the bar 
several times, then sat down. "You Len?" he asked.

"Who's asking?" Len returned.

"Don't fuck with me, I'm a friend. I have something to 
talk to you about. I think Oscar might be in trouble."

Len leaned forward. This wasn't something he'd expected 
at all. How and why would Oscar be in trouble? And, if 
he was, Len wasn't aware that he and Oscar had any 
common friends, let alone any who would tell Len about 
Oscar's troubles.

"How am I involved?" Len asked.

"You rely pretty heavily on Oscar, don't you?"

Len nodded. No one really knew details, but it was 
common knowledge that Len and Sue were living in the 
whorehouse.

"There's trouble with the man who's been buying the 
babies. I don't think he was aware that they were 
mixed."

Len shook his head. That had been one of the major 
factors they were all relying on. For some reason, Oscar 
had picked Sue for his crazy scheme, and their entire 
lives had been destroyed. Oscar was really all they had 
left and if he was in trouble...

Sue braced herself against the shower wall with her left 
arm. With her right, she adjusted the water until it was 
as hot as she could stand it. It had been a long evening 
and was going to be a shorter night. Oscar had her work 
an entire 12 hour shift in the bar for him -- nine 
customers with their paltry 25% split -- then took her 
up to his own room for two hours. As always, he was 
insatiable. She didn't know where he got his energy or 
stamina, but she was always completely exhausted after a 
session with him.

The hot water ran down the back of her body. She let it 
caress her, turned slow circles so it would warm her 
everywhere. Thoughts of Oscar wouldn't leave her. He'd 
had her do a slow dance to a CD of saxophone music he 
had playing. Now and then, he'd hang his ass off the end 
of the bed, cock erect. She'd dance toward him, straddle 
his hips, and take his cock up into her, all in time to 
the music. She'd sway left and right, move up and down, 
never allowing him to penetrate all the way. The head 
entered, she withdrew. As she grew wetter, she slid a 
few inches of the wrist-thick shaft into her. Then, 
she'd withdraw again and dance in the middle of the 
room.

After a few of these dances, he's shake his head and 
point to his cock. She knelt in front of him and took 
the head into her mouth. She'd suck while he made small 
moaning sounds, encouraging her. Then, he'd push her 
gently. She'd stand and dance again. Her heat grew and 
grew as he teased her. Soon, she was spreading her cunt 
lips open, crouching, pushing her hips forward trying to 
entice him. He'd smile, put out his tongue. She danced 
closer, trying to get him to lick her. He would flick 
his tongue lightly, then withdraw.

When he finally did fuck her, it was on his back, hands 
behind his head, a contented smile on his face. She did 
all the work. She rocked back and forth, clenched and 
released her pussy muscles, rose up to her knees, held 
his member with her hand, pushed herself down, rubbed 
herself hard against his pelvis to make certain it was 
all the way in. Clenched with her insides again.

He'd indicate to her when he wanted to cum. No matter 
how close or far she was to her own orgasm, she knew 
this would take her over the edge. She'd start with the 
slow, deep fuck he loved. Then, she'd raise herself up 
and take just the head. She didn't move, just clenched 
and unclenched her cunt muscles. He never failed to pull 
his head forward with his hands and moan something 
obscene to her.

She'd continue this ten, twenty times. Then, she'd slide 
just a bit deeper and do it again. She'd repeat this 
until the entire shaft was up inside of her. By then, 
she was always nearly ready to cum. She knew the rest of 
his pattern. She'd lean forward, brace herself with 
fists on the bed, right beside his head. She'd lean 
forward and offer her nipples right wherever his mouth 
was. Sometimes he licked, sometimes he sucked, sometimes 
he bit. Sometimes he ignored them. That turned her on, 
not knowing.

Once she was in this position, the real fucking started. 
He'd begin moving his hips up and down, fucking her at 
whatever speed he liked that night. She was to remain 
perfectly still. He sometimes fucked shallow, sometimes 
deep, sometimes fast or slow. It was all up to him at 
that point. If she lost control and began fucking back, 
he'd leave her like that. If she allowed an elbow to 
bend or a nipple to drift too far from the reach of his 
mouth, he'd withdraw his cock and send her to her room. 
She'd learned that her excitement was too great and that 
this was a very real punishment.

So, she obliged him in every way. Nothing he ever wanted 
was beyond her now. And this was little to ask - her 
stillness.

He'd asked much more. The first few times she'd had to 
lick around his asshole had taken her some getting used 
to. Sometimes, she'd have to lay on the bed beneath him, 
mouth open so wide it hurt her jaws, with both of his 
balls in her mouth. She'd jack him off with her hands 
while her tongue licked between, around, and all over 
his sack. She'd often come away with hairs between her 
teeth and sore jaws. But, it was what he demanded.

The hot water of the shower caressed her and she put her 
hand between her legs. Then, she remembered it was a 
night for Habib. She quickly finished the shower, 
dressed in her "uniform" and went to bed.

Habib stood holding her tight against him. He kissed her 
and she kissed back. The herbs had taken her somewhere 
else again and she didn't know what it was exactly she 
was feeling. It was something long and hot, moving 
around inside her mouth. Something of her own was moving 
with it. Sometimes they would move together, sometimes 
apart. She pressed against it. It pressed back. She 
sucked it. It grew longer and went down her throat. She 
felt it inside her belly, moving around. 

The feeling excited her and she squeezed the muscles of 
her ass. Her asshole opened wider and she felt something 
there too. It was something long and thin. It seemed to 
have something very large at the end, it was probing 
deep inside of her. She felt her arms move around 
Habib's neck, tighten, loosen, tighten again.

An orgasm grew inside of her -- she never mistook that 
feeling. It was a swelling that started at the base of 
her body -- right between her cunt-hole and her asshole. 
It spread slowly, warming up the entire bottom half of 
her belly. Then it shot up her spine and came back down 
through her throat to her belly and intestines.

But something was there. When the electricity moved 
through her, she felt it encounter something stiff and 
huge inside of her. It was that huge probe again. There 
was something very thin and long attached to it, 
something that protruded from her asshole. But inside of 
her, it was very unusual. She opened her eyes to look at 
Habib but couldn't see him. She only saw a pair of eyes, 
no face. She closed her eyes again and surrendered to 
the feeling.

It was the right thing to do. The orgasm was released 
almost immediately. Her body spasmed, her feet left the 
ground and went up somewhere around Habib's back. She 
felt something supporting her, she assumed hands 
underneath her ass.

There were other hands on her body. She felt something 
warm and scratchy pressing against her back, something 
similar against her belly and tits. Dimly, she 
remembered that she was sandwiched between Habib and the 
strong-looking, squat man he'd brought with him. After 
giving her the herb, Habib had invited the man to sample 
her asshole. She'd heard him open a bag of some sort, 
turned to look. 

He'd purchased some odd contraption that fit over his 
cock. It was a series of four large metal rings, 
connected by a leather strap. As the herb had taken 
affect, she hadn't bothered asking whether he was going 
to fuck her like that. She knew. And in seconds, it no 
longer mattered. Her body was getting that familiar 
feeling and nothing could matter. That was when Habib 
had inserted his long, snake of a tongue into her mouth.

The men held her like that, fucking her on and off, 
switching places, for nearly an hour. She was not 
allowed to sit or lay down. Neither of them wanted to 
use her cunt. They took turns, Habib with his long, thin 
cock that penetrated so deep she worried he'd cause her 
to unload her bowels, and Habib's friend with the thick, 
mechanically enhanced rod that rammed into her with a 
strength she'd only known from Oscar.

As the drug started wearing off, she was allowed a few 
moments with no cock inside of her. She caught her 
breath -- she'd long since stopped counting her orgasms 
-- and braced herself against a chair.

"I want three hundred dollars," Habib's friend told her.

She gave him a puzzled look. "Excuse me?"

Habib took her by the shoulders and pulled her close.

"Sue, it's been nice fucking you for free, you have a 
nice silky mouth and a sweet asshole. But, you must 
understand that this herb does not come free to me."

She stared into his eyes, dazed. "What the hell are you 
talking about?"

He gave her a wide smile as he stared directly into her 
eyes. "I said, these herbs are not free. This is the man 
I purchase them from."

She turned and looked at the short, dark man. He smiled 
and bowed slightly. "I have been talking with Habib 
about you. He told me all about your asshole and he was 
completely correct. I think I will enjoy fucking you now 
and then. And, when I do, you can pay me."

"For the drugs."

Habib smiled. "Well, for the drugs certainly. But, I've 
been thinking that you should pay me for the fucking as 
well."

"You're out of your mind."

"No, I'm not. Think about it. You love this much more 
than I do. I could be fucking any of a number of whores 
like yourself. Some might not be as eager as you, or as 
pretty as you, but face it, as your boys say - they're 
all pink on the inside?"

"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going 
to pay you for fucking me. That ISN'T how it works!"

"Not with most whores. But you are special. Let's try 
this again. Do you know anywhere else you can get the 
herb you love so much?"

She shook her head.

"And certainly, you know by now that you cannot get it 
from either of us without fucking us?"

She shook her head again.

"Well, it's pretty damned simple then, isn't it? You can 
either say goodbye to me tonight forever or you can go 
find three hundred dollars somewhere."

Sue felt herself tense up. She'd never been in a 
situation like this before. It was impossible to justify 
spending money for sex, not when she had a steady stream 
of cocks parading through her life. But money for the 
herb, that was another story. She wasn't sure she could 
do without it.

"How often?" she asked.

"When we want," the second man answered.

"You and I will remain on our usual schedule," Habib 
said.

"This will be expensive," she complained.

"Work harder. Perhaps I can find additional customers 
for you," the new man said. "I sell these devices to 
many men at my bookstore and some of them are not 
certain their lovers will enjoy them. Perhaps I can 
charge them something to try the toys on you. You and I 
will split the proceeds fifty-fifty."

"Wait a minute! How many kinds of those things are 
there?"

"Not for you to worry about," said Habib. "Simply yes or 
no."

"Oh my God, you can't mean this...!"

"I can and do. You have ten seconds." Habib looked at 
his watch.

She walked behind the bar and picked up the combination 
box she and Len kept their money in. She twisted the 
dial and pulled out six $50 bills.

"Here."

The new man unsnapped the cock-rings and handed them to 
Sue. "Here, clean these for me."

***

She washed herself gently. She was surprised to find 
there was no blood, she was certain the cock-ring had 
done something to her. Her surprise turned to pride. 
Then, it turned to acceptance of her current way of 
life.

She crawled back into bed and curled up against Len. He 
rolled over and caressed her. She kissed him on the 
cheek. He opened his eyes and pulled her close. He 
pushed her legs apart with his knee and slid in between 
them.

She felt her emotion rise up inside her, she was 
immediately hot for him. She did the things he liked 
with her fingers on his back, pulled him close, let him 
take his time and fuck her long into the morning...

***

Rick waited until the water in the sink was steaming 
hot. Then, he dipped his hands in and soaped them up. As 
he scrubbed, he listened to Jim in the other room with 
Sue. Rick had taken her for the first hour, Jim had 
started only five minutes or so ago. He looked down at 
his hands, they were nearly clean. He wondered whether 
he was being overcautious, but then, knowing what kind 
of woman Sue was, he returned to his scrubbing.

As he toweled off his hands, he walked back into the 
front room. Sue was on her knees, hands clasped behind 
her back, ass high in the air. Jim was standing behind 
her with his hands on his hips, looking at her and 
smiling.

"Let's see you bear down, see if you can open those cunt 
lips up for me..."

Rick threw the towel back into the bathroom and walked 
to the cooler they'd brought. He opened a beer and sat 
on the bed.

"Very good. Pulse for me a little. You know, open, 
close, open, close."

Sue relaxed and the lips of her pussy closed slightly. 
Then, she tightened her muscles and the lips parted 
again. She felt a small trickle of cum ooze out of her 
and try to make its way to her leg.

Jim leaned down and pushed his thumb into her wet cunt. 
He moved it back and forth gently, reached his index 
finger for her clitoris.

"Here we go, baby. A little bit for you too..."

She pressed against him, started rubbing herself on his 
finger and thumb. She wished there was something larger 
inside of her and tried to imagine Oscar.

"You were beautiful at the gym today," Jim taunted. "I 
know you saw us watching you. And you knew what we were 
thinking, didn't you? Hmmm? About how nice your cunt was 
underneath that outfit."

She didn't deny it, rubbed herself quicker.

"Do you want to know a secret? We saw you getting wet. 
I'll bet the others thought it was sweat. But I was 
close enough to smell you. You were lubing up, weren't 
you? Thinking about the cock fest you were going to have 
tonight?"

She closed her eyes and pushed back against his hand, 
trying to get the thumb deeper into herself.

"Come on, turn around and come and get me, honey," Jim 
said, removing his hand and setting back on the floor.

"I don't understand this. There's only $3,800 here. We 
had $3,500 four days ago. I'm sure you made more than 
that. What the hell's going on?"

Len was glaring at her across the table.

"Keep your voice down," Oscar called from several tables 
away.

Len dropped his gaze, folded the spiral notebook closed 
and pushed it away from him. "Well?"

Sue adjusted herself in the chair but didn't answer. She 
knew this would have to happen sometime, there was no 
way Len would not miss the money. But, she could not 
deny herself the attention of Habib's friend and his 
special herb.

"Look, if you spent it on something, it's no big deal. I 
just want to know. It looks like there's nearly a 
thousand dollars missing here..."

"OK, I did spend some, but not that much. Listen, don't 
worry, I'll try and work harder tonight to make up for 
it."

"What did you spend that kind of money on?" he asked, 
but she had already stood up and was walking away. He 
watched her. She was wearing another of the outfits 
Oscar insisted on. It was nearly nothing - a white satin 
camisole type dress with spaghetti straps. Her breasts -
- swollen now in her 14th week -- stressed the fabric, 
but the rest of it clung nicely. He felt himself getting 
hard just looking at her. It was short and barely 
covered her ass. Underneath she wore thigh-high 
stockings and no underwear. Six inches of naked flesh 
showed between the top of the stockings and the hem of 
the dress.

She made a circuit of the bar, slowed in front of each 
of the men who had not already chosen other women. 
Against one wall there was a group of four, they looked 
to be about college age and clean-cut. She moved toward 
them. When she was only a few feet from them, she 
stopped and leaned against the wall.

"Mmmmm," one of them muttered. All four turned their 
heads. "So, I take it that what I hear is true?"

She smiled and nodded. "It depends on what you hear. But 
I think I know what you're talking about. And *that's* 
true."

"Do you want a drink?" one of the others asked.

"No. A mouthful maybe, but not a drink." She smiled and 
stared him directly in the eye. "Are you interested?"

He stood up. "Name's Roger and I'm very interested." He 
turned to the others. "Don't wait up, boys."

She pretended to be shocked. "Are you going to send them 
all home?"

The others smiled. "Well, actually we weren't planning 
on it."

"You just wait here and we'll be right back. Unless you 
all want to come up at once?"

They looked at each other. She thought it was sweet - 
they seemed to be embarrassed. "We'll come up one at a 
time."

"Come on, Roger," she beckoned.

Upstairs, she asked him for two hundred dollars. He said 
he didn't have that kind of money but could pay $75. She 
said no. He came up with $125 and told her to drive a 
hard bargain with Brad, who was loaded with cash 
tonight.

She set the money on the dresser and boldly grabbed his 
shirt. She pulled him close and forced his mouth open 
with her tongue. She kissed him long and hard, her right 
hand reaching between his legs to cup his crotch, 
checking his equipment.

"How do you like it? Rough? Slow? In my mouth? Up my 
ass?" she asked between breaths, kissing all the time.

"Oh shit! I-I... let's just fuck, ok?"

She smiled, helped him unbutton his pants, and lay down 
on the bed. "I don't need to take this off, isn't that 
convenient?" she asked, spreading her legs wide and 
pulling the dress up over her breasts. He pulled his 
pants and shirt off and climbed between her legs. His 
cock was stiff and entered her easily.

"There we go, honey. Isn't that nice? You like that? 
That wet cunt for you?" She was talking him through it, 
he looked like the type who would cum quickly. "Come on, 
push deeper. Would you like a finger up your ass? Or 
maybe one of yours up mine?"

He bucked and pumped, panting and puffing as she 
continued talking.

"I feel that cock head. You've got a big one, feels so 
nice inside of me. Feel that warm, wet pussy? You dream 
about pussy like this? You can have it anytime, you 
know..."

He started moaning, then yelling out loud.

"Whoa! A little quieter there, fella!" she whispered. He 
didn't stop, raised his head high and shot his cum into 
her with a scream of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're good!" he told her as he stood up 
and pulled his pants back on. "I'll be back..."

She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled the 
skirt down. "Anytime." She walked back downstairs and 
stood between two of the others. She bent over and gave 
one a kiss. As she did, her skirt rode up over her ass, 
which was in another's face. He whistled and she turned 
around. "It's all yours, you know. You want to come 
upstairs with your friend? One of you I front, one of 
you in back?

They both smiled wide grins and pushed back their 
chairs. "You're a hot bitch, aren't you?"

"Just enthusiastic," she said as she took their hands 
and led them upstairs.

When the door closed, she slid the dress off and stood 
naked with her thigh highs. "Who wants my cunt and who 
wants my ass?"

They both shook their heads. "You're something..."

"Pussy's two hundred, ass is two fifty." She turned 
around, leaned over to her elbows were on the end of the 
bed, and opened her legs wider. "Who's going where?"

They opened their wallets and looked at each other. "No 
can do. Maybe three hundred total?"

She stood up and walked to them. "A girl's gotta make a 
living. For three hundred, one of you just gets head."

The shorter man dug into his pocket and pulled out a 
crumpled hundred dollar bill. "My emergency fund. This 
qualifies."

He threw it on the pile and she led them to the bed.

"Side by side or sandwich?" she asked.

"Goddamn, you're a raw one!"

"You pick. I'm ready for you either way."

She lay on her side and raised her left leg high. She 
felt them moving around between her legs, each looking 
for an opening. When they slid their cocks into her, she 
let out a moan, encouraging them.

"You two fuck as a team all the time?" she asked as they 
pumped away at her. "You're damn good at it. Your timing 
is... is..." she started breathing harder, faking an 
orgasm that she knew would push them over the edge. "Oh, 
god don't stop... don't stop fucking... ream me a new 
asshole, come on... c'mon!"

The two of them started unloading into her as she moaned 
and started clawing at the sheets. "Yes, fuck me, fuck 
me, come on!!!!"

Sue dropped eleven hundred dollars on the table in front 
of Len.

"There we go, I'm off to a good start." She walked back 
to her chair but didn't sit down. She could feel the cum 
dripping down her thigh and reached for a napkin to wipe 
herself. The four who had just had here had ordered 
another pitcher. She assumed they were discussing what 
they should do next.

Oscar walked across the room and sat down at their 
table.

"Len says there's money missing."

Sue didn't look at him, just answered, "I spent a 
little."

"Habib's been here a few times overnight, I notice 
chairs and things moved around..." Oscar continued.

She began to feel a tightness in her stomach. Was it 
possible Oscar knew?

"Habib tells me that his friend likes you too."

She looked at him, trying to read his face. How much did 
he know?

"I know Habib's friend. He's no one to fool with. He's 
ruined some of my best girls. He pushes a particular 
type of drug - a herb he says is harmless. Three hundred 
dollars a hit."

Len's face went white. He opened the book and refigured 
his numbers. There was exactly nine hundred dollars 
missing.

"Sue?" he said, looking directly at her.

Oscar looked from Len to Sue and back. "What do you know 
about this?" he asked Len.

"Nothing," Len lied.

"I don't believe you. Tell me what you know."

Len hesitated, but realized Oscar would find out one way 
or another. "I think she might be buying the drug. She 
mentioned how much she enjoyed it when Habib fed it to 
her."

Oscar shook his head. "Stupid fool. You know I have only 
to ask Habib and he will reveal you to me. Did you think 
he would be more loyal to you than to me?"

Her head spun. It hadn't entered her mind. Of course 
Habib would preserve his friendship with Oscar -- whores 
were a dime a dozen in their world, but pimps came at a 
higher price.

"I'll stop. I'll never do it again," she pleaded.

"I don't think that's your choice. I know how Habib 
works. And I know what must be done," Oscar said in a 
voice that was only a thinly-veiled threat.

***

Sue lay awake in her bed as the neon flashed outside. It 
had been two days since Oscar and Len had confronted her 
about Habib. They'd called him and told him that his 
privilege had been revoked and she was no longer 
available to him. Oscar said "I'm sure I can trust you 
to pass that information on to your partner." She knew 
that she would not be tasting that special herb again.

She rolled from her side to her back, stared at the 
light flashing against the dirty ceiling. Was she 
hooked? Was she going to go through withdrawal? Or was 
it non-addictive as Habib had guaranteed? She knew she 
missed it, she knew she was starting to get restless. 
But was it physical or just psychological dependence? 
How long could she go without it before she knew for 
certain.

Oscar had given her a stern talk about substance abuse. 
She was carrying his baby and he would not allow her to 
eat anything that might affect its health. Len had 
complained about the money. He reminded her how 
desperate they were and that she could not afford three 
hundred dollars three times a week just to get her 
kicks.

They were right, of course. She realized she had been 
getting carried away. But it was her only vice and it 
was so powerful.

No one had visited her at all that first day. And 
yesterday was another day Oscar allowed them to whore on 
their own. She'd made $1,300 for a series of fucks with 
some of her regulars and a group of six businessmen who 
came from somewhere in Europe, based on their having 
spoken only French all night.

Len had told her he was having second thoughts about how 
much money they needed to get free. He'd made a few more 
inquiries and was getting more and more certain he would 
not find work in his own profession. He started a night 
class as a paralegal to see if he might be able to pick 
up work in that field. At least there, no one knew him. 
Word of his perverted lifestyle had gone around his own 
field and those doors were closed.

She turned and watched him sleeping. They'd come a long 
way with this game. It had cost them a lot but she still 
loved to see the light in his eyes as she came to him at 
the end of the day, used and abused, but hot as hell. 
His cock would swell and he'd get a gleam in his eye 
like a kid in a candy store. She didn't want to trade 
that for anything.

Oscar knocked at the metal door. They were in an alley, 
he'd had to push aside a pile of waste to clear a path 
to the door. Len and Sue were still inside the car. 
Oscar had told them to wait there until the door was 
opened.

There was a yellow light in a wire cage overhead. It 
turned on, throwing a sick looking glow on Oscar and the 
piles of trash around him. The metal door creaked open.

"Sandra. I had some work I need you to do," Oscar said. 
The light went out and the door swung open inwards. 
Oscar motioned for Len and Sue to follow him into the 
building.

The three of them followed a woman through two narrow 
hallways, finally stepping into a room about twelve feet 
square. The smell of leather was overpowering. There 
were large, flat pieces of leather hanging from a hook 
on the wall, straps of various widths hanging here and 
there on the others. There was a work table with a dozen 
or so tools hanging from a pegboard behind. Shoved 
underneath was a heavy-duty sewing machine. There were 
also two open boxes containing a variety of buckles, 
snaps, and other pieces of oddly shaped metal.

"So what do you need and how much is it worth to you?"

"You're very direct, aren't you?" Oscar challenged her.

"I have to be. I don't have time to waste. What do you 
need?"

"All right fine. I don't have time to waste with chit 
chat either. I want you to fit a harness for her and a 
mouthpiece. She's..."

"Let me guess. This is a disobedient whore who's been 
making money on the side."

Oscar smiled. "You know me too well. I want her 
inaccessible, ass, cunt and mouth. Two keys and two keys 
only. You can make this one small, just a belt and 
straps. Her breasts are all right as they are.

"And I want you to fashion another of those mouthpieces 
you made for me once before. Habib is the one I'm most 
concerned about and he tends to enjoy being sucked. I 
want you to make another of those devices you made that 
sits inside and can't be seen."

The woman he'd called Sandra was already rummaging 
through one of the boxes. She took out several pieces of 
metal and laid them out on the table. Sue watched her 
move, then recognized her. She was the woman who had 
been dressed in the leather outfit so many weeks back, 
the woman who had spit on her while she was singing at 
Oscar's club. The women who had threatened to whip her.

Sue turned to Len with a look of fear in her eyes. "He 
isn't going to beat me?" she asked him in a whisper. Len 
reassured her that he had no such plan.

Sandra held several of the pieces of metal in her hand 
and stepped in front of Sue. She reached up and pushed 
her mouth open without saying a word. She stuck one of 
the pieces of metal into Sue's mouth, turned it 
sideways, pushed it forward and back. Sue tasted the oil 
on one of the ends, felt it scraping against her tongue. 
She tried to pull away, felt Oscar's strong hands on her 
shoulders.

"Stand still. It will be easier for all of us," was all 
he said.

Sandra stared directly into her eyes, her face 
expressionless. She pushed her finger into Sue's mouth, 
pushed her chin up. Sue closed her lips around the 
finger. Sandra moved her finger back and forth slowly. 
Sue automatically tightened the grip her lips had. She 
assumed the woman was a lesbian who wanted to toy with 
her. She moved her tongue lightly over the surface of 
the woman's finger. Sandra pulled her finger out, pushed 
it back in slowly. Sue closer her eyes and started 
breathing deeply. She sucked on Sandra's finger, then 
wrapped her tongue around it again.

"Fucking whore is what she is!" Sandra shouted to Oscar, 
pulling her finger away and slapping Sue's face several 
times. "And she thinks I'm one of her white dyke 
friends!"

A tear came to Sue's eye as she realized how easily 
she'd been duped. She turned to Len, who put his arms 
around her.

"Hey, Oscar, cut the shit, OK?" he said. Oscar waved to 
Sandra, who walked back to the wooden bench.

"So, whatcha want? A strap at least, you want plugs, ass 
plugged up? Cunt plugged up? You want it to scrape when 
she walks? Metal rings?" She fingered some of the 
leather straps on the wall, removed one that was about 
an inch-and-a-half wide. She walked toward Sue, put the 
strap between her thighs, then pulled up hard. Sue felt 
the scratching of the edges against the sensitive skin 
of her inner thighs, just where the leg and body met. 
Sandra pulled upward, nearly lifting Sue off her feet.

"I can fashion this so it holds her open. I can make it 
keep her little asshole open half an inch, an inch, two, 
three. Or her cunt. Or do you want me to make sure they 
don't open up at all? She can be clamped. What would you 
like?" Her face was inches from Sue's as she asked 
Oscar.

"Don't be so dramatic," Oscar said. Sandra released some 
of the tension on the strap. "I just want her protected. 
And no, I don't want any chafing. Cover the edges, make 
it feel nice for her. In fact, the nicer the better. I 
assume that will keep her wetter. She isn't one for 
pain, she's one for fucking."

"Too bad," Sandra said as she pulled the strap away. 
"OK, missie. Get naked."

Sue looked at Oscar, who nodded. She dropped the few 
clothes she'd worn and stood naked in the middle of the 
room.

Sandra stepped close. "Raise your left arm." Sue did. 
Sandra tied a thin leather strap around the wrist, 
secure the loose ends to an O bold in the ceiling. She 
did the same with her other wrist.

"Just because I want to," Sandra laughed.

She went back and forth from the bench to Sue, taking 
measurements, probing between Sue's legs with her 
fingers and a variety of instruments. Sue wondered how 
much of this was necessary, she seemed to measure 
everything three, four times. And Oscar and she kept 
exchanging glances.

Sandra left the tools on the bench and stepped close to 
Sue again. She ran her fingers down her neck, over her 
breasts, stopping to gently tug at the nipples. She felt 
them stiffen and let her body relax in anticipation. She 
didn't know what was going to happen, but it was always 
safer to go along.

Sandra scratched her fingernails lightly over Sue's 
belly, then went behind her and started lightly stroking 
her ass. She felt her knees move apart automatically, 
anticipating touch. Sandra didn't stop. She pushed her 
thumb into Sue's damp cunt. Sue moaned.

"I know you don't enjoy this, Sandra," Oscar said. "If 
you want, you can let one of the others do it." Sue 
stiffened, eyes flashed onto Oscar. Oscar looked toward 
one of the walls, the one with a full length mirror. The 
mirror moved toward her, it was attached to a door. As 
the door swung open, Sue saw that it was a one-way 
mirror and that the door opened into another room. 
Inside were four women, all dressed in tight leather 
outfits with buckles all over them.

Sue realized that they'd been watching the entire time. 
She didn't know how to react. This wasn't something 
Oscar had ever hinted at, nor had Len. What did she 
expect them to do?

One of the women knelt down in front of Sue and began to 
lick her cunt. Sue responded immediately, pushing her 
hips forward and pressing into the woman's mouth. The 
tongue didn't slow down, but worked her clitoris up and 
down in quick, short strokes. Sue felt something at the 
opening of her cunt, realized one of the other women was 
behind her. She showed her left hand, wearing a leather 
glove smeared with lubricant. Her right hand must be 
between Sue's legs, she felt fingers sliding inside of 
her.

Then, the left hand vanished and she felt something at 
her asshole. Soon, there were fingers inside both of her 
openings. She couldn't tell how many or how deep, she 
was only focused on the overall feeling. It was sweeping 
over her and she was getting closer quickly. She started 
screaming, panting, and crying out for more. 

She felt something huge push through one of her 
openings, she thought it was her cunt but couldn't tell. 
Then, something large slid through her sphincter and she 
knew that the woman's small, thin hands had probably 
slid all the way inside of her. But, the tongue was 
working so fast at her clit, she couldn't think of 
anything else. She went over the edge to orgasm quickly, 
screaming, thrashing around, pulling on the straps with 
all her might, crying out for more.

The women brought her back down slowly, gently, 
lovingly. One hand was removed from her body and only a 
few fingers reinserted. Then the other was removed. The 
licking slowed, became more gently. She closed her eyes 
and swam on the waves of the feelings.

Then, they stopped completely and withdrew. She watched 
as they silently left the room.

"There, finished!" Sandra announced. She showed Oscar 
the chastity belt she had fashioned. Oscar nodded his 
approval. "Put it on her."

Sandra nodded and went to Sue. She pulled the strap up 
taut between her legs. Sue felt something small slide 
into her asshole. It was only about two inches long and 
half an inch around, like a small piece of a pencil. 
Another one entered her cunt. Then the strap was pulled 
tight and a wider belt wrapped around her waist. When 
the buckles were done, Sandra handed one key to Oscar 
and another to Len.

"Not quite," Oscar said. He reached for Len's key. "Not 
that I don't trust you, but temptation is strong and I 
know that you're only human. I just want to make certain 
we don't violate any agreements."

Len handed the key over. "And when I want to fuck her?"

Oscar nodded. "No problem. Just send her to me and I'll 
open her up."

Len nodded.

"Now, for the coup de grace!" Sandra held something in 
her hand that looked like a castanet. She pushed Sue's 
mouth open, pushed the device between her lips and spend 
a few minutes adjusting it inside her mouth. Sue felt 
tension against her back teeth, then against the roof of 
her mouth. Sandra worked on the device a few more 
minutes. Sue couldn't swallow while she did it. She felt 
her mouth getting dry, saliva pooling at the back of her 
throat.

"Go ahead, swallow," Sandra said when she'd removed her 
fingers. Sue did. She felt the strange contraption 
inside her mouth. It seemed to be attached to her 
molars, some kind of springing device that allowed her 
to open and close her mouth, but kept her tongue pressed 
behind it.

"OK, now see if you can say something," Oscar said.

"What do you been?" she asked, unable to get out the 
"m". She felt the pressure against her tongue.

Oscar and Sandra smiled. "Is that something you can 
adjust?" Oscar asked her.

Sandra pushed Sue's mouth open and moved some of the 
pieces of metal around. "Say something."

"OK, I'll thay thumpting," she said, unable again to 
articulate clearly.

"What the hell is that?" Len asked.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt, does it Sue?" Oscar asked, turning 
to her. She shook her head. "All it does is set up a 
barrier to make certain she doesn't have a cock in her 
mouth without us knowing about it."

She tried to reach her mouth to test this out, but her 
wrists were still secured overhead.

Len stepped forward and put his finger into her mouth. 
Oscar was right, he could go no further than just behind 
her teeth. There was some kind of spring-loaded piece of 
metal that put up a barrier whenever she opened her 
mouth.

"Amazing," he said. "And it doesn't hurt?"

"Well, it duddn't feel good!" she said. After a pause 
she said, "but no, it duddn't hurt."

"She'll have to learn how to speak with it in, others 
have," Sandra said to Oscar.

"True enough," Oscar agreed.

"And what prevents her from taking it out?" asked Len.

"Actually, there's several possibilities there. First, 
we can simply make certain her hands are restrained 
somehow so they can go no further up than about her 
shoulders. I've had to do that to others," Sandra said, 
obviously enjoying the chance to explain her craft. "Or, 
I can modify the molar clamps so they lock. Then, only 
one of you could remove it."

"I don't much care for either option," said Len.

"No, men usually don't," Sandra snapped. "The most 
popular method is simply to trust her. Not completely, 
of course. There is a small bottle of dye attached to 
one of the lower molar clamps. Like the dye the use to 
prevent clothes from being stolen. If it's removed 
without this..." she produced an odd looking tool, "the 
dye pack explodes. You'll know if she removed it."

Oscar held out his hand and took the tool. He put it in 
his pocket with the others.

"Sandra, it's so nice I can always count on you. Now, 
Len will pay you."

Len glared at him. "Hey, that isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair. You obviously can't control your 
woman, this is obviously your problem," Oscar said very 
calmly.

"I didn't bring any money," Len complained.

Oscar reached behind him onto one of Sandra's shelves. 
He produced Len's cash box, the one he always left 
behind the bar at Oscar's place.

"Here we go."

Len opened the box and took out a handful of bills.

"Four hundred dollars," Sandra announced. Len counted 
out the amount in fifty dollar bills.

"Don't get dressed," Oscar told her. "Just go out to the 
car like that. I have somewhere I need to drop you off 
tonight. Len, you take her clothes home with you."

Len picked up the clothes as Sandra untied his wife. 
Oscar led both of them back to the car and they drove 
away as the yellow light glowed above Sandra's back 
door.

***

The men drove her home shortly after midnight. They left 
the chastity belt off during the drive, continued to 
finger-fuck and play with her all the way back to 
Oscar's. When the car pulled up in front of the bar, one 
of the men got out to see who was inside. There were 
about a half-dozen customers and Oscar was nowhere to be 
found. He asked the bartender if Oscar was in, told him 
they were returning Sue. The bartender said no but 
pointed the man toward Len.

"We have Oscar's whore in the car. She's still naked and 
hasn't got that leather thing on her. What do you want 
us to do?"

Len stood up and followed the man out of the bar. He 
looked into the back seat of the car. Sue was there with 
her head buried in one man's lap giving him a blow job. 
He smiled and opened the front door. "Drive around the 
block a few times, let's let them finish."

The driver drove slowly around the corner, and down the 
cross-street. Len listened to the sounds her mouth was 
making on the man's cock, intermittently he'd let out a 
moan.

"Here it comes baby, drink it all down, bitch, drink it 
all down..." Len turned his head and saw the man arching 
in his seat, delivering his load into his wife's mouth. 
"Ahhh... fuckin' ay yes..."

She sat up and wiped her lips with her fingertips. Len 
told the driver to pull around the back of the building. 
When the car was stopped just outside the back door, Len 
got out and then told Sue to get out. He took the belt, 
the keys, and the mouthpiece from one of the passengers 
and waved goodbye to them.

He didn't take her inside, but made her stand naked 
there outside in the alley. "Here we go, dear. Lift up 
your left foot." She steadied herself on his shoulder 
and raised her foot. He guided her through the opening, 
then guided her right foot. He pulled the device up 
between her legs, carefully guided in the two small 
plugs, then wrapped the wider belt around her waist. He 
brought the straps together and slid the padlock into 
place. Then, he squeezed the mouthpiece and slipped it 
between her teeth. She accepted it without any 
hesitation.

"Now, let's get you upstairs. Oscar said that's it for 
the night, and I'm tired."

She walked naked through the back hallway, along the 
back wall of the bar, and up the stairs. Many of the 
heads turned and followed her. This was unusual even for 
a whore-house and especially unusual with such a good-
looking woman.

Len didn't acknowledge any of them, just led her up the 
stairs and to their room. Oscar hadn't given him either 
the key or the tools, which was fine because he was 
tired. He helped her into bed and then slid into it 
himself. He was asleep in minutes.

Sue tossed and turned. Oscar's four friends had given 
her a workout but she was not satisfied. She felt 
something lacking and knew what it was. The herb. The 
drug. It had been five days and she was getting to crave 
it. It wasn't physical, she was sure. She wasn't 
addicted. But she wanted it and wanted it badly.

Steady breathing on the other side of the bed indicated 
that Len was asleep. She was glad for that. Most nights, 
he fell asleep quickly and slept sound. She slid her 
legs off the side of the bed and got up. She pulled on a 
knee-length clingy cotton nightshirt. There was a 
telephone at the end of the hall. She slid two quarters 
into it and dialed Habib's number.

"I need to see you," she said in a desperate voice.

"Have you spoken with Oscar about this?" Habib answered.

"Fuck Oscar. You know what I want. And I want it now. 
Come down her and bring your friend. Four-thirty as 
always." She had no idea how she would deal with them 
when they arrived, but she knew she'd think of 
something.

She went downstairs, knew she couldn't sleep. There were 
only a handful of men still there and they were all 
slouched over their drinks. None even looked her way. 
The bartender recognized her and smiled. She walked over 
and sat down at the bar.

"Just can't thleep," she said. She was still having 
trouble adjusting to talking around the mouthpiece.

"Sure. You want coffee or something to drink?" he asked 
with a smile.

"Just soda."

He reached under the bar and picked out a clean glass. 
"I hear Oscar's having a little trouble."

She shook her head. He couldn't know about her and 
Habib. "I don't know what you mean."

"With the purchase. There might be some trouble, you 
know." He put the glass on a napkin in front of her. Sue 
stared at him. He was talking about something else and 
she wondered what.

"What do you mean? What kind of trouble?"

He realized he'd slipped and tried to formulate a story 
around the purchase of another bar. She seemed to buy 
his story because she didn't ask anything else. He 
polished the bar-top a bit, walked down to the far end 
and talked with a couple of men sitting there. She 
sipped her drink, watched the clock creeping toward 1 
a.m. Three and a half more hours. She had to figure 
something out to kill the time.

All of the other women had gone to bed. The small crowd 
seemed more interested in their drinks than them and 
they'd given up the chase. She looked around. Two of 
them were regulars, in their 60's and never interested. 
Another was a tall, strong-looking man in a business 
suit. He had a stack of papers on the table in front of 
him, spread out in disarray. She imagined that he'd 
either been fired or had a major presentation he was 
dreading.

The two others were black men sitting at the end of the 
bar. Both were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and both 
wore caps of yellow, green and black fabric. She'd seen 
them on many of the younger men and always wanted to ask 
what it meant. But she never did. Something always 
stopped her.

It was 1:10 now. Time was creeping by painfully slow. 
She looked at the man with the papers again. Maybe she 
could entice him into something. If she could get him 
interested, she might be able to get him to work his 
fingers into her cunt and play with her. That would get 
her off and she'd feel less stressed out and distracted. 
She was certain she could use her lips and hands and get 
him off, she'd just have to explain to him that he 
couldn't fuck her.

The idea became more appealing to her as time crept on. 
She could get the head of his cock into her mouth by 
puckering her lips and forcing them forward. Maybe she 
could take his cock along the side of her teeth instead 
of straight in. Let him fuck the inside of one of her 
cheeks. With her fingers playing with the shaft or his 
balls, maybe he'd get enough of the feeling to cum. 
Then, he'd help her get off. It was worth a try. And, if 
it worked, she could offer the same to Habib in payment.

She took another drink from the cold glass then stood 
up.

"Excuse me, miss."

The voice startled her. She spun around and saw that one 
of the men had come down from the end of the bar.

"Yes?" she asked, noticing it was getting easier to 
speak.

"You've been here for quite a while now. How long have 
you been living this kind of life?"

She looked at him, then turned to look at the man at the 
table. He was still fumbling with a pen, jotting notes, 
then shaking his head and crumpling pieces of paper.

"What kind of life?" she asked.

"Making money this way. With your precious body."

The man at the table started picking up the pieces of 
paper he'd balled up and putting them in a stack.

"What the hell?" she asked him. The man picked up half 
of the stack of papers and straightened the edges.

"Your body. Living like this," the man repeated.

"I'm sorry, I just can't talk to you right now," she 
said and walked away. She pulled out the chair opposite 
the table from the man. He stopped with a handful of 
papers in his hands.

"Hi. I couldn't help noticing you look a little down."

He shook his head, threw the papers into his briefcase. 
"Life's shit. And, no, I'm not interested. I need my 
money for shit like food and clothes, you know?"

She smiled. "You're a no-bullshit guy aren't you. 
Listen, why don't we play Let's Make a Deal'?" He 
gathered up the rest of his papers and put them with the 
others.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'll bet I can get you off without taking off my 
clothes. If I win, you lick me until I cum."

"And if you can't?"

"That isn't really an option. You know I can, don't 
you?" she teased.

He smiled. "I guess I know you can. Where do we go to do 
this? I'm not spending a dime, dear."

"No need. Come on," she invited. He closed the top of 
his case, clicked the locks, and stood up. She led him 
up the stairs to one of the vacant rooms. When he was 
inside, she turned around and locked the door.

"Why the lock, what the hell is this?" he said, slightly 
panicked.

"Relax. I just want to make sure we have some privacy." 
She walked toward him, reached for his shirt and started 
unbuttoning it. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of 
them while she pulled the shirt off of his shoulders. 
"There we go. Are you a little more comfortable?"

He nodded. She led him to the bed. He laid down and put 
his hands behind his head. She caressed his balls in her 
left hand, leaned down and started rubbing the head of 
his cock against her cheek. His hand roamed along her 
calf, up her leg to the thigh, then up to her ass. She 
parted her lips and took just the tip of his cock 
between them. She nibbled lightly on it.

His hands encountered the leather strap between her 
cheeks. His fingers traced it all the way up to the belt 
at her waist. "What's this?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Chastity belt. That's what makes me so creative," she 
bluffed, hoping he would let her continue.

"I guess you have to be, then, don't you?" he whispered. 
She slid the head of his cock along her front teeth, 
then let it push between her teeth and her left cheek. 
It was very awkward but he didn't flinch. She tried to 
drool saliva onto her left hand, wanted to lubricate it 
so he'd get the full feeling, as if he were inside of 
her. She didn't produce much, but cupped her hand around 
his shaft anyway. She felt his pre-cum helping get her 
hand wet.

"That's nice, sweet. What are you doing?" he asked, not 
caring about the answer. His hand was gliding up and 
down along the edge of the leather. She felt it and it 
was making her hot.

"Can you work a finger inside there?" she asked. He 
pushed the strap aside as far as he could, felt the 
stiff plug that was already in her. "Oh, this is kinky, 
isn't it?" he asked.

She continued to hold the pressure of her hand steady, 
letting the head of his cock glide in and out between 
her lips, her hand trying to simulate the inside walls 
of her cunt. She reached down with her other hand and 
caressed his balls. She pressed them as flat as she 
could against her palm, letting the heat of her hand 
warm him.

She heard him moan, it was working. They hadn't taken 
everything away after all. She felt his fingers find a 
spot and slide inside of her. She worked her hips around 
so she was rubbing the leather against her clit. Both of 
them were building up fast.

"Oh fuck yes!" she heard him whispering. It was getting 
quicker and quicker, she knew he wouldn't last long. She 
panicked for a second as she realized that the 
mouthpiece would be soaked with cum. Would Len check it 
in the morning? Or worse - Oscar?

Then, she was cumming, feeling the pressure of the belt 
against her waist, ass, and cunt-lips. He started to cum 
too, in short spurts onto her teeth. She lost control 
for a second and some of it shot into her eye, some 
inside her let nostril. Then, she put her mouth over the 
head again and sucked the rest of his orgasm.

"Oh that was just too fucking great," he said as she 
slowed down and rubbed the head of his cock against her 
cheek again. "Just great." He pulled his fingers away 
from her and licked them. He spit. "What the hell's 
that!"

She smiled. He couldn't have known about the men 
earlier. She didn't say anything and he didn't ask. 
Feeling that he'd embarrassed her, he didn't pursue the 
subject.

She walked circles around the bar, channel surfed the 
television for an hour, then walked some more circles. 
Time was creeping but it was moving. It was four-twenty. 
Ten more minutes and she'd have the herb. She 
straightened the chairs again, wiped down the bar again.

At four-thirty, Habib and his friend stepped through the 
front door. She walked to them slowly, trying to look 
calm. Habib smiled and held out his hand. "I've 
delivered for you," he said. "But first, what do you 
have for me?"

Before she could object, he reached for her and pulled 
the nightshirt up over her breasts.

"Oh, this is no good. How in the world are we going to 
be able to do anything with you like that?"

"You don't understand. OK, here's the deal. I can do 
other things for you. Wonderful things. I have my hands, 
my lips, I can put you between my tits, look, look 
here," she bargained, reaching up and pressing her 
breasts together. "Right there, between them. And you'll 
cum into my mouth..."

"You know what we like, don't you?" the insisted. "And 
you can't offer it, can you?"

She tugged at the belt, pulled at the strap. "No, look, 
we can work something out! Here, I can hold this off the 
side, like this. Look, you can get into me like that!" 
She pulled but the plugs wouldn't slide out, there was 
not that much play in the strap.

Habib stepped closer. "I can't get into you like that. 
And my partner here certainly can't. Especially not with 
the new device he's brought."

"We can come up with something, oh please Habib, it's 
been so long." She dropped to her knees in front of him, 
her hand reaching for his zipper. As she fumbled with 
it, she said "or maybe money? Maybe a little more money? 
It's been a good week..."

He pushed her hands away and stepped back. "Don't 
convince me, convince him." He indicated his friend, who 
was standing with a small paper bag in his hand.

She went to him, started kissing him . She whispered, 
"you can fuck my ass some other time. Tonight, why don't 
you let me show you what else I can do? I can be very 
inventive. I can take you places you've never gone..." 
She raised her knee, rubbed it against his leg.

"Where the fuck's your tongue?" he yelled. She stepped 
back. "I can't do that either. But, I can do other 
things, you'll see.."

"Fuck you! No pussy, no asshole, no tongue, what the 
hell kinda freak show is this?"

She tugged fiercely at the lock, at the leather strap, 
trying to either pull it aside or break something. It 
was no good. Sandra knew her craft and had left no 
possibilities for error. She pushed at the mouthpiece 
with her tongue but stopped, remembering the dye.

Sue fell to her knees in front of the shorter man. 
"Okay, look. I cup my hands like this, you slide your 
cock between them, and right into my mouth. I can 
stretch my lips with my fingers, you'll have a nice 
little hole to slide into..."

The lights in the room came on. Len appeared at the top 
of the stairs and she saw that Oscar was sitting in one 
of the booths. They had both watched the entire 
exchange. She panicked, knew she was trapped. She shot a 
look at Habib.

"You phoned him, didn't you?"

He didn't answer. She leaped up and tried to grab him. 
He caught her wrists and stepped aside just as she tried 
to kick him. He forced her into a chair. "Don't play 
games with me, you whore."

She looked around the room. Everyone was watching. She 
relaxed and he let go of her.

Oscar rose and walked toward her. "So, Sue. You have 
chosen to try and defy my instructions? Even after I 
have gone through all the trouble of fitting you with 
this belt?" He stopped when he was beside her, reached 
down and stroked her hair. "This is how you repay my 
trying to keep you from abusing your body?"

She closed her eyes, felt his hands on her head.

"You are very ungrateful. But, I have inquired with 
Habib as to the nature of this drug. It turns out that 
it is NOT addictive. And it is not dangerous. I was 
going to tell you that tomorrow. I was going to allow 
you to use it occasionally. However, you violated my 
orders and tried to obtain it yourself. This is a very 
serious offense."

Her head was swimming. The drug was not addictive. It 
was her own desire for something new that had caused the 
craving . She had addicted herself. Oscar was going to 
let her use it. And now, all that was lost. She started 
to cry.

"There is a price to pay for everything, dear," Oscar 
reassured her. "And you have just learned part of the 
price of disobedience. You will learn the rest of the 
price upstairs."

Oscar reached out his hand and she took it. She stood up 
and followed him up the stairs. He led her to a room she 
hadn't been in before. All four walls were black and it 
was dark except for a dim red bulb in a table near the 
corner. She couldn't tell what kind of material the 
walls were because of the darkness. In the center of the 
room was a large bed. It took up most of the space, 
leaving only a foot or so on either side.

Habib stepped forward. "This will be your new home. It 
is something we have in my country for disobedient 
wives. Oscar has had to use it only once before, but it 
seems like an appropriate place for you."

She looked at Len with panic in her eyes. Len turned to 
Oscar. "What are you planning to do?"

Oscar leaner forward slightly toward Len. "She will be 
monitored at all times from now on. Every waking moment. 
We cannot trust her. She has tried to do something both 
of us forbid, isn't that true?" After a few seconds, Len 
nodded his head. "Therefore, from now on, she will be in 
one of four places. With you, awake. With me, awake. 
Being used by someone we both know and trust, or in 
here."

Habib walked her to the bed. He pulled the nightshirt 
over her head, threw it into the hallway outside. Then, 
he attached an iron shackle around each of her ankles. 
There was a cold, metallic click as he locked each of 
them into place with a key.

"There you go. Nothing barbaric. You have your hands 
free, and there is plenty of chain. You can sleep in any 
position. You simply cannot leave the room. And, with 
the harness in place, you cannot service anyone even if 
they were to know about this room, enter it, and find 
you."

He handed the key to Oscar. "And there is more. In order 
to be just that much more certain..." he reached into 
her mouth with the special tool and removed the spring 
device. "...we have a little something else from 
Sandra."

From somewhere underneath the bed, he removed a hood. He 
pulled it over her head. It strapped underneath her 
chin, and covered her mouth and nose. Her eyes and 
forehead were exposed. Two straps went over the top of 
her head and connected behind.

"This will prevent you from doing anything creative like 
you tried earlier. We saw it all. You were very good, 
very inventive. But, you know that it is forbidden."

Oscar sat down on the bed beside her. "You see, your 
hands remain free. You may play with yourself if you 
like. You may roll over on your back or stomach or sleep 
on your side, whatever is most comfortable." As he 
talked, he ran his hands over her body slowly. He knew 
where to touch her to get her worked up and he was doing 
his best. She felt the heat rising.

Habib knelt on the bed as well. He leaned forward and 
sucked on one of her nipples. She panted underneath the 
mask, her breath hot and moist against her own face. Len 
slid his hand between her legs, pressing against the 
leather with his thumb, just above her clitoris. She 
felt the pleasure sweeping her away again. Habib pushed 
one of the tablets into her mouth.

"Oh yes, yes, thank you thank you!" she cried. The herb 
took effect immediately. She felt herself a river 
flowing somewhere, boiling and churning, racing, felt 
pulsations all over her body, feelings rising and 
falling. Len reached down and unlocked the belt. He 
pulled the straps off of her and threw it on the floor. 
He climbed between her legs and started fucking her. She 
tried to raise her knees but couldn't because of the 
chains. He listened with excitement to the clatter of 
the chains as she struggled to open herself wider.

The four of them fucked her until just after seven 
o'clock. Then, they replaced the belt, left the room and 
locked the door. From outside, Oscar turned off the red 
light and she fell asleep in complete blackness.

***

In the blackness of the small room, Sue lay with her 
eyes open. She stared off into space, unable to tell 
whether the ceiling was one or one hundred feet above 
her head. She felt Len sleeping beside her. He'd slept 
with her each of the three nights since Oscar had 
consigned her to the room. She turned her head from side 
to side. The leather mask Oscar made her wear was still 
uncomfortable, she didn't think she'd ever adjust.

"Hey!" she heard a voice call from outside the door.

There was some scuffling and she heard several pairs of 
feet running down the hallway. Then, someone must have 
fallen against a wall because there was a loud THUD. 
Someone started laughing, and there were more sounds of 
bodies pressed against the wall.

Someone knocked loud on the door of her room.

"Little pussy-ho! We know you're in there!" There was 
more laughter and the sound of keys rattling.

"Little cum dump! Little, little pussy..." Another voice 
called out, laughing. She knew there was a group of 
drunk friends of Oscars outside, they knew about her and 
were trying to get into the room. Had he given them they 
key?

"I hear she let you fuck her, then when you ready to go, 
you can whip yo cock into her mouth and she'll drink it 
all..."

"Like a soda straw!"

They all started laughing and she heard someone fall 
onto the floor.

"What's that?" Len whispered, waking slowly.

"More friends," she said through the mask.

Len slid to the foot of the bed, felt around for the 
door latch. Then, he slid back beside her. "Fuck it. If 
they can't get the key into the keyhole, they can stay 
outside until they pass out!"

He pulled her close, ran his hands over her backside. 
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.

"Nothing," she said.

"You're lying. You're dreaming about all those big, 
stiff, black cocks out in the hallway, aren't you?" He 
moved closer, caressed her ass as he whispered in her 
ear.

"You're wondering how many of them here are. You're 
wondering if they're going to make you cum..." He slid 
his hand along her thighs, pressed them wide open. She 
pulled her feet up closer to her hips, spreading her 
knees. He unbuckled the mask and pulled it off of her 
head.

"You'd love to line them, up, wouldn't you? From the 
biggest to the smallest... would you start with the 
biggest, fattest cock or the littlest one?"

She closed her eyes, reached for his cock. "I want the 
big one first. The biggest one, to rip me open..."

He leaned forward, licked her nipples. His hand was 
between her legs, fingers spreading her cunt lips and 
sliding up inside of her. She was soaking wet already.

"And wouldn't you love one of their cocks in your 
mouth?" He asked, raising his arm. He balled his fist 
and let her lick his wrist, forearm, knuckles. "Don't 
you wish it was this big?"

She opened her mouth wide, tried to take his entire fist 
between her lips.

They heard a click and the door swung open. There were 
seven men standing in the corridor in various stages of 
undress. Two were holding brown bags with bottles in 
them.

"Whew! Looka that bitch!"

"Yeah! Yeah! She sure looks like somethin I'd like to 
load up with jism..."

"She takes it too. Just a dump for cum - a kinda jar for 
us to fill up!"

"To the brim, Jim!"

Len reached down and pressed her thighs flat to the bed. 
"Who's first?" he asked them.

One of the men whose pants were already unzipped lunged 
and fell between her legs. His cock was stiff and he 
rammed it into her without pausing. Len leaned her face 
towards him and kissed her as the other man pumped and 
grunted. He wasn't interested in anything but getting 
off and Len tried to keep Sue worked up.

She reached around and grabbed the man's ass, pulling 
him close and hard inside of her. The others stepped 
into the room and pulled the door closed behind them. 
One flicked on the dim red bulb. The others climbed onto 
the bed - the room was too small to stand in.

Someone leaned over her face, shoved his cock into her 
mouth. Eagerly, she sucked it, feeling with pleasure how 
wide she had to open her mouth. It didn't take long for 
him to start unloading into her. She swallowed, feeling 
the thick mucus-like liquid along her tongue, the top of 
her mouth, down her throat.

"Hey!"

Everyone looked up. There was a tall figure standing in 
the doorway. He had piercing eyes and a serious look on 
his face. He wore a white shirt and black pants and made 
a dramatic figure.

"Yo, El! Whuz up?" one of the men asked.

"All drunk. All drunk and whoring. Get out of here," he 
said. They sheepishly bowed their heads and left the 
room, all avoiding eye contact with the man they'd 
called "El."

When everyone was gone, he threw the door open. The 
light from the hallway beamed in and lit up the bed.

"So. You're the white woman who's been breeding with 
Oscar?"

She pulled her knees up in front of her, covering her 
cunt and breasts with her arms. "What do you know about 
that?"

"I know that there is a man who is very unhappy about 
it. I know that Oscar won't be seen around here for a 
long, long time. He may never be back. I know that you 
are pregnant with another of his half-breed children. I 
know that you are in trouble."

As he spoke, he sat down on the end of the bed. Len 
thought he recognized him, had seen him in the bar from 
time to time in the past.

"You are her husband?"

"Yeah."

The man reached down and rested his hand on Sue's leg. 
"Something is wrong with you then. I am a Muslim, we do 
not treat our women like this." He looked up at Len. 
"What is wrong with you?"

Len shook his head. "Nothing is wrong with me, asshole! 
We are just playing!"

El moved his hand to her ankle, produced a key from 
somewhere and unlocked her chains.

"Oscar is not going to be able to sell this baby. And 
you cannot raise it, you cannot even pay your own rent. 
What will you do?"

Len's face tensed up. He was angry - who was this person 
to tell them what to do? Sue leaned forward. "Are you 
going to fuck me now?"

He reached for her face, pressed his hand against her 
left cheek.

"No. I am here to ask you if you want to be released. To 
go back to living a normal life."

She looked at him. There was something in his eyes that 
she didn't recognize. A tenderness of some sort.

"I will pay your bills for one year if you choose to 
leave this life, but you must swear you are finished 
with ruining these men."

"I don't understand."

"I want you to swear you will never make yourself 
available to another of my brothers. If you choose to be 
unfaithful, be unfaithful with men of your own race."

Tears welled in Sue's eyes. His words were having an 
effect she didn't understand.

"I want you to stop this completely. I want you and your 
husband to swear devotion to each other."

She leaned forward, pressed her head against his chest 
and started crying. Len slumped forward, put his head in 
his hands, and began to weep.

El escorted them out of the room and into an office. He 
pointed out new clothes for them as well as a suitcase 
with several thousands of dollars in it.

"You are free but you must leave immediately. I do not 
have a very large window during which I can make these 
kinds of decisions. You must choose and you must choose 
once and for all. What will it be?"

Sue reached for the slacks and sweater and started to 
dress herself. Len pulled off his ragged jeans and shirt 
and put on the clothes hanging there behind the door.

Len shook El's hand and reached for the suitcase.

"There will be another three thousand dollars mailed to 
you each month for the next year. After that, you are on 
your own. Do what you will, but we insist you never 
consort with another of my race again. That is not a 
request. Your very lives depend on it."

***

Len and Sue left the bar by the back door. There was a 
five-year old car waiting for them.

It was old, but it was clean. It ended up lasting them 
eight more years before it had to be retired due to a 
bad engine.

END

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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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