Part 1 of 2
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A Story By
Lara V Cataluna
(NC, MC, Humiliation, M+/F, Strip, Gang-Bang)
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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.
I WRITE THESE THINGS FOR ONE PURPOSE ALONE: HEARING FROM READERS!!!
SO PLEASE BE
KIND AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... THANK YOU...
To my knowledge, there is no band called Raging Pythons,
any Club called Fortuna Doll-House or any prominent Stuantuns.
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Characters:
Tommy, Mike, Brandon, Jeremy: Members of the Raging Pythons
Charlie: Psychology student from the Blockbusters
William Richard Stuantun III: Lara's boss
Sandra: The stripper (limited appearance)
Nicole: Charlie's girlfriend (very limited appearance)
Valerie: Lara's friend (very limited appearance)
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Lara parked her BMW, stepped out of the red car and walked towards the
entrance
to the apartment building, sipping her Diet Coke. She was happy to
make it back
home before midnight for once. Her boss, "William Richard Stuantun
III", a
fourth-generation lawyer in his family, was very demanding. Lara knew
she could
take it, though. She had proved everyone else she wasn't no ordinary
Beverly
Hills princess, having finished college with honors and now a second
year law
student in the Ivy-Leagues. Of course, she was aware her great body,
sexy smile
and references from her prominent family had been influential in landing
this
impressive internship but she knew she was good enough to wheel and
deal with
the best of Wall Street lawyers. Just this afternoon, Richard had told
her she
did an impressive job with the trial brief and sent her home early.
So there she
was riding on the elevator with a movie from Blockbusters. She checked
herself
on the mirror, noting she still looked very attractive even at 7:00
PM. Her
skirt was maybe a little too short but she had a small crush on "William
Richard
Stuantun III" and she enjoyed teasing the 33 yr-old corporate lawyer.
As 24-yr old girl stepped out of the elevator, she heard the music.
"Shit!!" she
swore. She hated the guys next door. The apartment building had a mixture
of
students and professionals, but most residents, even the students,
were rather
well-to-do. But the four college juniors next door to Lara rented a
single
apartment. And they made a lot of noise. Apparently, they had a rock
band, which
greatly irritated Lara. They kept playing every night, very loudly
and very
irritatingly. She hated their music. And she hated immature college
students,
even though she was herself in college just two years ago. Weekends,
of course,
they always threw a party, making even more noise than the weeknights.
Most
neighbors were sick of the "Raging Pythons" but it was Lara who kept
calling the
Management and the Cops to keep them under control. Finally, they were
persuaded
to stop practicing after midnights. Nevertheless, there was a strong
animosity
between Lara and her neighbors, especially since last Saturday, when
she had the
Police break-up another party at 3:00 AM. They had gotten into a shouting
match
the following morning, and Lara was rather upset the Police didn't
find any of
the dope she was sure the "Raging Pythons" consumed in their parties.
The trashy music was loud but she was in no mood to quarrel with these
losers.
She hated trailer park white-trash and she was glad she hadn't had
to deal with
too many of junkies like these in College. They were just like any
other
small-time college band, playing in local pubs for petty change and
hoping to
become the next big-time rock band like Motley Crue or the Metallica.
Lara
couldn't stand their tattooed, pierced bodies and reckless attitudes.
If the
assholes of "Raging Pythons" didn't shut the hell up by midnight, they'd
be
receiving another visit from the local Police.
She shut the door behind her as she entered her apartment. After resting
in the
Jacuzzi installed for her, she took a quick shower. Putting on her
PJs, she
seated herself on the leather couch, ready to watch her movie.
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Charlie picked up his bag from behind the counter, ready to leave. The
26-yr old
student was working towards his Ph.D. degree in psychology, while earning
some
extra cash working at the Blockbusters.
He looked in his Bag, and with fear in his eyes he yelled for the other
guy
working at the cashier.
"Hey, Martin, hey!!! Dude, what the hell happened to the videotape in
my bag??!!
There was a tape, here, in my Bag. Did you touch it?"
"What? Yeah, I figured you were just returning it, right? A customer
asked for
"Out of Sight" and that was the only copy! Dude, you had to see this
hottie! I
mean, she was sizzling hot! I couldn't possibly reject her!! It's too
bad she's
out of my sight!" he said chuckling.
Charlie just stood there, his fists clinched in anger, not knowing what
to do
with Martin. "You fool!" he yelled, surprising some of the customers.
"You fool!
I was supposed to... I was supposed to take that tape to my girlfriend
tonight."
"Dude, cool down!! You already took that darn tape home, yesterday!
I mean, we
can't refuse the customers because you will watch a tape with your
girlfriend!"
"You don't understand... I had to take that tape home yesterday because
I had
to... do something. Oh, never mind, God dammit!! Who the hell rented
it out?"
"This hottie..."
"Christ, what was her name?? Not 'hottie' was it?"
"Well, check on the computer moron!!!!"
As Charlie headed for the computer, he swore once again. There had to
be at
least 20 copies of "Out of Sight" rented out.
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Lara pushed play, she was glad the guy at the Video-store managed to
find a copy
of "Out of Sight", after looking around for 10 minutes. She didn't
like the way
he had kept looking at her breasts but, hey, a great body did have
its
advantages.
As the movie started, she noticed strange saddle circles beyond the
images, but
didn't really mind it - maybe she could demand a refund for the lack
of quality
in the image!
Little did she know, there were messages flashing through the screen,
messages
she could not see with her eyes, messages that nevertheless registered
on her
unprotected mind:
"You will obey... obey... obey..."
"you must obey"
"you can't help but obey"
"you have no control over your body"
"your body must obey orders"
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Lara woke up with the noises coming from the other side of the wall.
At first,
she couldn't figure out where she was. Then she saw the TV screen,
now empty.
"Oh God" she murmured, looking at the clock. She must have fallen asleep
watching the movie. It was past midnight, and the assholes were still
playing
their music. She hated them. Getting on her feet, she deliberated what
to do.
Call the cops?
Then she heard loud knocks on her door... no, somebody was knocking
on the next
door. She walked over, looked through the eyehole. There were two cops
at the
next door. "Oh, well" she thought. "Somebody beat me to the punch!
Perhaps, one
of the neighbors downstairs." She walked back into the living room.
The music
had stopped. She made her way to the bedroom, getting ready to go to
bed,
changing into her electric blue chemise and lace panties. Lara was
a frequent
shopper at the Victoria's Secret. She felt so good going to bed in
sexy lingerie
- and she knew she'd soon be slipping her fingers underneath her sexy
panties,
thinking of "William Richard Stuantun III"!
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"Tommy, come on, man!!!" cried Brandon, trying to restraint his friend.
"You're
god damn drunk!!"
"So what? I'm gonna have a word with that uppity bitch!!"
Jeremy joined Brandon, trying to stop the drummer of the group from
heading for
Lara's door, all the while Mike kept laughing, and trying to stand
on his two
feet in his drunken state. "Dude, Tommy's wasted" he yelled, doubling
over in
chuckles.
Tommy was banging on Lara's door in earnest, despite his friends trying
to stop
him. Even though he was very slim, Tommy's tattooed arms were quite
strong.
"Open the door" he screamed. "Open the goddamn door!!!"
Lara, awaken by now, stood on the other side of the door, huffing in fury.
"Go away" she screamed, "I'll call the Police". Yet, as she said this,
her hands
unlocked the door, opening it wide. "Why did I open the door" she wondered,
outraged at herself. "I didn't wanna do that".
And then she realized the situation: Here she was in her undies, standing
in
front of her neighbors. The guys, including Tommy, looked at her with
shock.
"Man" said Jeremy. He could feel his cock trying to burst out of his
jeans. She
was a bitch for sure, but a damn fuckin' hot bitch!
It was a moment of silence as the guys were overwhelmed with the sight
before
them. Then, finally, Tommy took notice of the phone in Lara's hand
- "hey, don't
call the Police" he exclaimed. This made Lara push the off button on
the
cordless phone.
Mike joined his friends, who were amazed at the young sexy thing before
them,
not quite sure why Lara opened the door in her undies. "Hey, bitch!"
he laughed.
"You look hot!! Do you always get the door in your panties?"
"No!!!"
In panic, Lara made an attempt to shut the door.
"Hey, don't shut the door" exclaimed Mike - which stopped Lara. She
was in
despair trying to command her body, but she just couldn't shut the
door and
couldn't understand why.
Tommy was confused, why hadn't she closed the door? Why had she opened
the door
in her underwear?
"So, why are you in your panties, then?" asked Mike.
Lara answered despite trying to shut her mouth: "Because you told me
to open the
door. And I was in my underwear when I heard you say 'open the door'
".
The Raging Pythons looked even more confused now.
"Soo, why do you not shut the door?"
"Because you told me not to!". Lara couldn't believe what she was saying,
but
she could sense it was the truth - really, why had she done these things?:
Because she was told to! She couldn't help but obey, and she couldn't
understand
why. And her mind screamed, why was she
revealing this to these jerks?
The Raging Pythons, juniors at college, were entirely baffled, now thinking
they
have to cut down on the hash and booze.
"Soo, why do you do everything we tell you to?" asked Tommy, still confused
despite the grin on his face.
"I don't know, I can't help it". Lara wanted to cut off her own tongue
for
saying these things. "Please, leave me alone..." she said on the brink
of
crying.
"You can't help it?"
"No, I can't help it..."
"I don't fuckin believe you, you snotty bitch!!" protested Brandon,
unable to
comprehend what exactly was going on. "It's a bunch of bullshit"!
"Well, here's the test" responded Tommy. "Take.. well, what the hell
is your
name, bitch? I don't even know your name!!"
"Lara... Lara Cataluna... Please, stop this..."
"Take off your panties, Lara!!"
"Noo, no, don't... you can't make me..." whined Lara, as she realized
her hands
gripping the waistband of her panties. She wasted an inhuman amount
of will
power to stop herself but her body had a mind of its own as she slid
down and
stepped out of her panties. She held her electric blue panties in her
fist. She
could feel the cool air on her naked pussy and ass even though her
chemise was
long enough to cover her bottom. Her entire body was shaking in embarrassment
and fear.
The guys were rather pleasantly shocked:
"Holly shit, dude!!!!"
"What the fuuuckkk!!!"
"I don't fuckin' believe it!!"
Lara wanted to disappear into thin air, her face crimson red in
humiliation and her heart pounding in fear.
"Dude, why is this bitch doing everything we say?"
"Who cares man? She just does... And it's time our snotty bitch of a
neighbor
learned some lessons in neighborly conduct" responded Tommy. He turned
to Lara,
still doubtful of his apparent power over his annoying yet gorgeous
neighbor.
"Walk over to our apartment" he commanded to Lara.
As Lara began walking across the hallway, she continued pleading "please, no!"
"Shut up, Cunt!!". Tommy's order silenced Lara who headed on her naked
heels
towards the door of her neighbors' usually loud and smoky
apartment.
Tommy gave her a light spank on the ass as she walked by: "That's right, bitch!"
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Lara walked into the apartment, with her heart racing in fear and shock.
Her
mind was in a frenzy of panic, she felt like she would faint. Lara
had never
been so scared in her life. She couldn't open her mouth, speak up,
stop her body
from obeying their orders or resist in any way despite her best efforts.
The
beautiful young woman felt like she was on the verge of madness, all
her free
will was snatched away...
"Stand in the middle of the room" ordered Tommy, apparently taking charge.
The
other members of the Raging Pythons were silent now, unable to believe
what was
going on: Here she was, their uppity, bitchy, "I don't take no-shit"
next-door-neighbor, Miss Beverly Hills, the proud Prom-Queen walking
into their
apartment in nothing but a flimsy chemise, obeying their orders like
a slave!!!
Lara stood in the middle of the living-room, now tears freely flowing
from her
eyes. "Oh, stop crying, you stupid bitch!!" commanded Tommy - Lara
stopped
weeping. She had never been in her dreaded next-door- neighbors' apartment,
and
she could observe very little in all her horror: The walls were covered
with
posters of Rock bands, the shades were shut, the lights were dim, there
were
alcohol bottles and
cigarettes all over the place. There was a bar located at one side
of the room
with a couple of bar stools. She could barely notice the huge music-set
next to
the TV, guitars and other musical instruments lined up against one
of the walls.
Tommy seated himself on the couch, lighting up what seemed like a hash
roll-up.
The others also took their seats, their eyes fixed on the girl. The
chemise
barely covered her ass and pussy. There was an awkward silence, no
one knowing
what to say or do, despite the growing tension. It was finally Tommy
who, once
again, broke the silence: "OK, Miss Ice- Queen, lose your undies".
Lara looked at Tommy with pleading eyes, wanting to speak. But she couldn't
speak a word, as her shaking hands gripped the hem of her slip and
pulled it
over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her face turned crimson red
as she stood
completely naked in front of her dreaded neighbors, hearing their whistles,
chuckles and mocking comments.
"Put your hands behind your neck, arch your back and spread your legs"
said
Tommy. As Lara assumed the revealing position, she could barely control
her
tears. The room was silent again, the Raging Pythons still unable to
comprehend
their newly-found power over this stunning girl. The posture left nothing
to
imagination, easily exposing her shaven pussy and pushing her firm
tits forward.
Suddenly, Brandon jumped on his feet, rushing into his room.
"Where you goin', man?" asked his friends, as they kept their eyes fixed
on the
naked form in front of them. Soon, Brandon was back with a camera in
his hand:
"Dude, I don't know how long this bitch's gonna act like this, but
we gotta keep
some memoirs".
He flashed the camera multiple times, taking naked pictures of Lara.
Her whole
body was tense and shivering in humiliation, as her dreaded neighbors
recorded
her nudity, laughing and mocking her.
Quickly losing their awkwardness, the guys were on their feet, getting
ready to
play with their new toy.
"Wait a minute" said Tommy, swinging his long oily hair, a cigarette
still in
his mouth. "As I said, this bitch really needs to be put in her place!!
Lara, go
fetch one of those stools".
Lara quickly walked over to the bar, her breasts juggling in her nudity.
She
grabbed a stool, carrying it to the middle of the room.
"Now, bend over the stool, grab the feet of the stool and spread your
legs
wide".
Lara bent over the stool, assuming the position. "You may speak now"
informed
Tommy "But keep your voice low and submissive", which resulted in a
wave of
desperate protests from Lara who first shouted profanities at them,
which seemed
amusing to the Raging Pythons since she did all her swearing in the
submissive
tone of a harem slave, and then began pleading to the trailer-trash
she so
deeply despised. It was all useless though, as Tommy unbuckled his
thick leather
belt, doubling it in his fist. Despite his slender body, his tattooed
arms were
muscular and strong.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson in humility, bitch! You'll see who's in
charge
around here!!"
"What are you doing, man?" asked Jeremy, playing with his beard.
"He's gonna spank the spoiled cunt" responded Brandon, getting ready
to take
more pictures.
"Yeah" laughed Mike, now holding a bottle of JR Daniels. "Beat the cunt!!".
"Dude, this is getting out of hand!!!!"
"Oh, shut op you little wuss or I'll beat you first! Now, Lara, here's
the deal,
goddamit, stop crying! No crying, you irritate my ears bitch!! I'll
spank you
twice as bad if you don't stop crying. I don't wanna hear you begging.
Well,
actually, no, I do wanna hear you begging, you little cock-teasing
yuppie bitch!
So, when I start beating your ass, I want you to beg for forgiveness.
Tell us
how much you love our music, how sorry you are for being such a bitch,
I wanna
hear you saying we can make all the noise we want!!"
With that, Tommy moved behind Lara, making sure his friends, who were
all seated
on the couch behind Lara now, had an unobstructed view of the trembling
girl.
"Here it comes bitch". Lara heard the camera flashing again, as her
whole body
tensed up for the painful smacks. "10 strokes for you, cunt":
SMACK!!!
The first blow drew a painful scream from Lara who began pleading and
apologizing instantly: "I'm sorry, so sorry, please forgive me, please
I'm
begging you, please!!! I love your music!!! Your music is wonderful,
you're the
boss, play it as loud as you want!!! Please, don't, I'm begging!!!"
As Tommy kept smacking the whimpering girl, his friends cheered and
laughed,
encouraging him to beat her, amused with Lara's humiliating salvo of
apologies
and pleas. The girl begged in shame "please, no more, it hurts!!!",
and her
apologies were now genuine and desperate: "I'm so sorry, so sorrry,
your music
is wonderful, play it as loud as you want, whenever you want!!!".
Lara's face was deep red because of the unbearable pain and shame. She
was
getting spanked!! She was completely naked, bent over a bar stool,
and getting a
spanking from the same neighbors she had quarreled with so many times.
The same
wanna-be-band-player loser college kids she had despised and quarreled
with had
her naked, bent over and were spanking her like a little girl as she
was forced
to beg and apologize
continuously.
Despite the whimperings of the girl, the beating continued:
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
Finally, Tommy stopped the beating, walking back to his seat. Lara had
angry red
strips all over her ass.
"Stop whining and assume your previous position" ordered Tommy.
Lara once again stood firm, her face facing her next-door-neighbors,
her legs
spread apart and her back arched to push forward her already firm tits.
The
sobbing girl's face was almost as red as the bright marks on her ass.
"Now" said Tommy, unzipping his pants, "it's time you learn what snotty
spoiled
little bitches like you must do to be forgiven!!!...".
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Lara got on her knees, looking at Tommy's huge cock. She couldn't believe
the
size of the cock on the drummer. She felt complete rage, and humiliation,
as she
was ordered onto her knees, in front of the sleazy band members. Despite
her
efforts, despite the incredible amount of will-power she tried to extract
from
her mind, her mouth parted, her tongue licking the head of Tommy's
cock
Lara did her absolute best as ordered even though this was only the
third time
she was giving a blow-job, a sexual activity she wasn't particularly
fond of.
And she knew it was merely the start - the Raging Pythons, lost in
a frenzy of
joy and wanting to make the best out of their good fortune, attacked
their
subdued neighbor like prison inmates, getting blow jobs and pushing
their hard
cocks into her soft pussy, using her body in so many ways they had
obviously
imagined countless times as they had seen her in the elevator, in the
parking
lot, or when she was arguing with them furiously...
Luckily for Lara, the Raging Pythons didn't last long, even with the
seconds.
An-hour-and-a-half later, she was lying on the floor exhausted and
emotionally
wrecked, cumm dripping from her mouth and pussy, her beautiful face
covered with
python juice...
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When Lara woke up the next morning, she was covered in dried cumm. It
was Mike
who woke her up, and he wasted no time before giving her instructions:
"Wake up, bitch! Rise and shine. It's a big day today, we'll go shopping.
So, go
to your apartment, and masturbate until you're on the verge of orgasm.
No
cumming, though. Then take a cold shower, do whatever you do to look
your best,
and put on one of your power-suits. No bra, no panties. And take your
purse with
you, you'll spend money like a crazy girl today."
Lara's naked figure walked across the hallway, her heart skipping a
beat in fear
of being seen like this, completely naked and dried cumm all over her
silky
skin. Her door was open from the night before, and she made her way
in.
Half an hour later, she was back in her neighbors, looking like the
sassy beauty
she usually was. Mike checked her out with hungry eyes, wanting to
strip and
fuck her again, right then and there. The way she was freshened up,
it felt as
though nothing had happened last night and their snotty neighbor was
every bit
as untouchable as before. But he decided against having his way with
the daring
beauty, having a long to- do list for the day.
"Lara, when I - we - ask you a question, you will answer it completely
and
truthfully! You are not allowed to remain silent, or hide any secrets.
You have
no privacy. Got it?"
"Yes"
"Master... You will address us as 'Master'! Got it?"
"Yes, Master".
So, Lara, are you horny?" he asked.
Despite her best efforts, Lara answered the question: "Yes, I am very
horny,
Master"
"Why?"
"Because you told me to masturbate and stop right before I cumm. And
I did that.
Master"
"Good girl. You'll stay horny all day, playing with yourself periodically.
Got
it?".
"Yes, Master"
Mike couldn't hide his smile: Their snotty next-door-neighbor was now
their
sex-slave.
"Brandon!!" he screamed, calling for the guitarist. Brandon showed up
with a
cigarette in his mouth, Lara's car keys dangling in his hand.
"Let's go. Can't wait to see what kind of speed this bitch's fancy BMW makes..."
Lara was seated in the back. "Unbutton three buttons on your blouse"
ordered
Mike, prompting the girl to reveal a deep cleavage, her nipples barely
covered
under her blouse. "And play with yourself. Keep yourself on the edge
of
cumming".
They made it to the mall in 15 minutes, with Brandon breaking several
speed
limits on the way. They walked through the mall, Lara following the
two guys
from a few steps behind like a slave-girl. Her pussy was on fire with
lust and
she had to give it a few rubs every once-in-a-while, to keep herself
horny as
ordered. Her face turned even a deeper shade of red, as they made their
way to
"Victoria's Secret".
Soon, the two Band members were comfortably seated on two chairs, as
a red-faced
Lara, dying in humiliation, modeled for them in a wide variety of sexy
lingerie,
ranging from thongs to babydolls. This strange group and Lara's shameless
display caught the employees' and customers' attention, who joined
in watching
Lara's show in the middle of
Victoria's Secret. Lara was dying in shame as she was made to change
into one
revealing lingerie after another, clearly getting her orders from the
two
"punk-rockers" comfortably seated, as other customers - all females
- watched
her display with amusement. She would not be able to contain her sobs,
had she
not been ordered not to cry. She heard one of the salesgirls telling
another one
with a giggle: "She must be their 'Bitch' ". She overheard a middle-aged
woman
murmuring to her friend: "What a whore!!". She was praying she wouldn't
see
anyone she knew.
Finally, Mike and Brandon settled on a number of revealing lingerie,
opting for
the most daring items. Lara used her Gold Amex to pay the hefty bill
as she did
her best to avoid eye-contact with the bemused cashier.
As the odd group made their way to the next stop, Lara was painfully
aware of
the stares on her jiggling breasts. Every man, without
exception, took a peek at her deep cleavage and shaking bust. Lara's
heart raced
in fear as she realized Mike and Brandon were walking into a tattoo-parlor.
She
followed them into the shop, having difficulty catching up in her high-heels.
A
fat, bearded man with a beer can in his hand greeted them. He apparently
knew
Mike and Brandon. They had a silent chat with the fat man, and he opened
the
curtain leading to an adjacent room. Lara, featuring big scary eyes,
was led
into the room. "Don't you make a sound" warned Mike as he joined Brandon
who was
sipping from a can of Budweiser offered by the shop-owner.
They watched TV as the man operated on Lara in the other room. It took
half an
hour before the man got back, announcing he was done with Lara.
"Yeah? Send her in, man" exclaimed Brandon. And Lara was sent in the
room, her
upper body completely naked. The first thing that caught attention
was the
golden colored rings pierced on her nipples and the loose chain attached
between
them. But there was also a tattoo right underneath her stomach button,
which was
also pierced. The tattoo read "PROPERTY OF RAGING PYTHONS".
Just the existence of this tattoo was enough to send her tortured mind
into a
wave of outrage, humiliation and fear. The small gothic letters permanently
marked on her tummy made the undeniable truth more obvious than ever.
She
couldn't deny the full effect of what had happened to her. She was,
indeed, the
property of these assholes. She was the property of Raging Pythons
- her
despised neighbors. She was their slave, and they could do anything,
anything at
all, to her.
"Cool" reacted Brandon, and Mike announced his pleasure with the fat
tattoo-man's handi-work: "Good job, dude - good way for her to remember
her
place!!"
"Well, Lara, thank Bob" requested Brandon.
Lara turned towards the grinning man and muttered in a cranking voice:
"Thank
you, Bob!"
Brandon was not satisfied however. "No, bitch, you need to watch your
manners -
Bob is Sir to you!!"
Lara's blood boiled with anger, she was certain she was quite superior
to this
fat-ass, alcoholic loser - but she was powerless to do anything about
it. "Thank
you, Sir" she corrected herself.
"Go get dressed" ordered Mike, an order that made Lara glad, running
away from
the eyes of the men, especially the fat slob she was forced to refer
as "Sir".
When she came back, Mike instructed Lara to pay the man. Lara opened
up her
purse, taking out her credit card.
"I don't take no credit cards" Bob objected.
"You don't? Oh well... Do you have any cash Lara?"
Lara checking her purse responded: "No, I don't, Master." She usually
made a
point of carrying very little cash. "Oh, well" she thought, "they'll
have to pay
for it!"
"Well, then, you'll have to pay Bob in a different fashion - Get on
your knees
and give Bob a blow job".
As Lara's face turned pale, Bob featured a wide happy grin.
"Ask Bob nicely, ask for permission to suck his cock!!"
Lara got on her knees before Bob, and again asked in a cranking voice:
"Sir, can
you please allow me to suck your cock?"
Bob laughed. This certainly was better than his usual fee. Here she
was, a
drop-dead gorgeous girl, kneeling in front of him, asking for
permission to give him a blow-job. And he could sense this was no ordinary
girl,
he had no idea what she was doing with these punks, but the lady was
classy no
doubt - which amused him further, thinking some uppity classy bitch
would be
taking his cock in her mouth like a cheap slut.
"Sure" he said. "Since you insist..."
Bob unzipped his pants and produced a fat cock, much like his owner.
Lara shut
her eyes in shame as her mouth parted despite her best efforts and
Bob's filthy
sweaty cock entered her mouth. She felt the head of Bob's cock on her
tongue and
her tongue started swirling automatically. Her nostrils were filled
with the
odor of the fat man's sweat as her tongue began tickling and teasing
the
hardmeat in her mouth.
Realizing how Lara's eyes were closed, Mike warned her: "Lara, open
your eyes
and look at the man - make eye contact!"
Lara felt the man pushing against her throat as her eyes were directed
at the
moaning face of the man. She relaxed her throat muscles, allowing for
the
invading cock to push through her throat. She couldn't help the gagging
and
slurping sounds she made as her head bobbed back and forth; Bob's cock
retrieving back to the entrance of her throat, and then plunging forward
again,
until Lara's pretty nose was buried in his pubic hair and his heavy
balls rested
on her chin. This lasted for a few minutes, as Lara kept looking up
all the
while moving her head back and forth, praying no one would come into
the
tattoo-shop. Soon, she felt the cock in her mouth tensing and prepared
herself
for the final degradation. The man's cumm hit the back of her throat
and the
slimy substance began sliding down to her stomach as Bob warned the
submissive
girl: "Don't you spill a drop!!".
As the trio walked out of the tattoo-shop, Bob informed Brandon and
Mike, he'd
be willing to accept this form of payment for any tattoo-job they may
need in
the future.
Next, they took Lara to a famous costume shop in the mall, where Lara
was fitted
into a very suggestive French-Maid uniform, barely covering her upper-thighs
and
featuring a deep v-neck. They even purchased a thick collar, to go
with the
subservient maid uniform.
After that they headed for the parking lot, with Lara following closely
behind,
shopping bags in her hands and her nipples slightly hurting because
of the
piercing. The incredible lust in her pussy was shameful, but she remained
extremely horny, occasionally playing with herself over her clothes.
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They drove to a part of the town Lara had never been to before. Mike
parked the
car in a deserted parking lot behind a large building. Lara noticed
a back-door
with a pale print on it: "Fortuna Doll-House".
"One of the most outrageous nudy-bars in town" informed Mike. Realizing
the
terror in the girl's eyes, Mike continued: "Now, now, don't you worry
your
pretty head. We won't make you dance for herds of men in a sleazy club
like this
- well, not today, anyway. We are here to meet with Sandra, a very
talented show
girl. You'll just spend some time here, practicing with her. I don't
imagine
she'll turn you into an overnight sensation, but I'm sure you can pick
up some
of the techniques - it ain't rocket science. So, Sandra should be here
shortly.
It's 1:45." He turned to Brandon, the muscular tall guitarist of the
band:
"Brandon, we're here early man, Sandra is supposed to be here at 2:00."
"I know" responded Brandon. "There's a purpose for it". He was unbuckling
his
jeans. "Ever since we moved next to this bitch, I wanted to strip her
and fuck
her pampered ass right on the hood of her fancy BMW. So, now I get
to do it.
Lara, loose all your clothes and bend over the hood of your fancy little
BMW.
Keep the heels on."
Soon, Lara was once again completely naked, and bent over the BMW, waiting
to be
fucked by one of her noisy neighbors. Her body trembled with the humiliation
of
being completely naked in a parking lot in the daylight, about to be
painfully
fucked leaning over her own car.
"Hurry up" demanded Mike, "Sandra will get here soon"!
Brandon rubbed his penis all over Lara's ass with one hand while pushing
her
down with the other. Then, he suddenly leaned forward and jammed it
into her
asshole. The blonde girl jolted her upper body off the hood and shrieked.
Brandon was unable to force his penis all the way into her tight ass
on the
first thrust so
he grabbed both of her biceps and rammed his pelvis forward. Lara's
shrill cry
echoed throughout the parking lot as Brandon pummeled her rectum with
his hard
cock. Finally, he succeeded in stuffing his dick completely into the
young
woman's asshole. Lara lay on her car, stunned, her breasts crushing
against the
hood, as she was raped in the ass.
The guitarist continued to thrust into her, brutally pressing her into
the harsh
metal surface of the car. He got a hold of the chain attached to Lara's
nipple-rings and pulled it back with each push forward. Lara grunted
with each
push, her mind was swimming from the pain in her ass and breasts. Finally,
she
felt Brandon launch one final thrust into her ass as he shuddered with
orgasm.
Her young and aching asshole was then flooded with her tormentor's
semen.
Brandon took a step back admiring the naked girl's writhing body. As
he pulled
up his pants, Brandon noticed the Saturn driving into the parking lot.
"Put your
clothes on" ordered Brandon.
It was Sandra, a brunette working at the Fortuna Doll-House.
"Hi" said Sandra greeting the guys, as she checked out her panting student
for
the day.
Mike said "How you doin?", acknowledging the woman. "It's like we talked
before.
She'll be with you for six hours, you'll teach her to dance."
"Sure!"
"And I'll pick her up at 7:00 this evening. Any questions?"
Sandra looked at Lara, the beautiful young woman was obviously
embarrassed and distressed. She didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd
be
dancing for living, she looked more like a businesswoman in her suit.
Sandra just had to ask:
"What's the deal with her? Does she want to learn dancing or what? She
doesn't
seem too eager..."
"She's our sex slave" said Brandon with a snicker. "Don't worry, she'll
do
anything you say".
Sandra had no idea why such a beautiful, classy-looking girl, would
be hanging
out with these punks, let alone be their "sex slave". But she'd seen
enough
weird people to believe anything was possible. And keeping her curiosity
to
herself always helped.
"Alright" she said. "We're game!"
Mike turned to Lara: "Lara, you will do everything she says - no disobedience!"
Sandra smiled. She'd be making good money with this, but maybe she'd
enjoy it as
well! Young, well-dressed, rich, classy women, women like Lara, always
looked
down on her, dismissing her as a cheap slut. Now she'd be the one in
charge,
putting down this high-class bitch: "I hope she's a hard-worker and
a quick
learner!" she commented to the guys.
Mike smiled: "Don't you worry! If you find her the slightest bit less
than
extremely enthusiastic, feel free to discipline her".
Sandra looked at the scared girl with a wicked grin on her face. She
made a
mental note to spare some time for a little pussy-licking by her student.
As the two girls disappeared into the building, the BMW sped away.
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