Here is a piece of erotica that I am writing... I hope you enjoy it.
It was a rare night in New York City. The Post called it "the night of the comet" but you thought it would be a great night to get out of the apartment. That afternoon browsing a local market sale you found a pair of tight blue jeans, cut on the knees that fit your tiny body squeezing you into them. The sensation was amazing and your body tingled with the feeling of constraint. The jeans made you walk differently. Men noticed you that afternoon and you just knew it was what you were going to wear that night.
It had been a while.
You sat at your vanity mirror and pulled on a tight white tank top and didn't even bother with a bra. You wanted people to see your nipples through it. You wanted men to lust after your lithe little body and men did. You wanted to be a sex object tonight. You ran lip gloss over your mouth imagining a hard cock throbbing in front of you and it sparkled in the mirror. Your long dark hair flowed down your back as you combed it.
It had been a while.
You lived in a brownstone in the borough of Queens and stepping out onto the streets you felt the rush of the city over your body. Someone in the distance was playing JayZ loud, "Ninety Nine Problems" and it stayed with you as you walked toward your destination. Tonight you were a walking time bomb ready to feel the explosion between your legs and any trigger would suffice.
It was 10 pm on a Saturday night. Above you the sky was clear not one single cloud and the stars beamed bright overhead and you were headed for a single destination, O'Malleys Irish Pub.
They worked on cars during the day. There was Boss, Ricky and Balls. They weren't really friends but they hung around each other like a pack of wolves looking for prey. Boss was the leader and he owned a small garage towards La Gaurdia where they all worked. Ricky was a Cuban from Spanish Harlem with a scar across his neck when he was young and stupid running drugs. Balls was a black man. He was tall and large, menacing like he would rob you and kill you if you looked at him funny. One thing they all had in common was they hated women.
During the week men and women would bring their broke ass vehicles to Queens to get them repaired because midtown Manhattan was too expensive. They hated those rich bitches especially because they looked at the three of them as if they would never get any rich white woman pussy and even though Boss was white, he was working class Queens trash. He hated them the most. Boss would sit at his desk during the day and surf the internet seeking out the worst and most vile of the torture porn he could find. He loved to rub his cock and watch women suffer.
"I think what we need at the garage is a slave." Boss said to the others.
"A rich bitch from Manhattan?" Balls said.
"Nahhh." Boss said. "That kind of shit will bring on the heat. We need some bar slut."
"Sounds like a plan that I like." Ricky said. "And I have just the thing..."
O'Malleys was in the basement of a larger building and you had to walk down a flight of stairs to get there. It was a dark and dingy pub. When you walked in that night the bar was filled with smoke and bodies. Several men turned and saw you at the door, some thinking that you looked underage and others fantasizing making love to you.
Ricky spotted you first but it was Balls who approached you. He was tall compared to your small frame. He wore dark sunglasses and smelled like sandalwood.
"Well you're a tiny thing, aren't you?" He said to her smiling.
You smiled at his obvious remark.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Sure." You said. "I'd love one." He ordered a cranberry vodka for you with a lime and awkwardly said, "They call this sex on the beach."
Again you smiled but seemed not interested in him. He lacked that animal instinct that you seek in a male, that alpha that makes you tingle. You know him when you see him and your stomach feels like its lighter than air. There is an energy that you just can't explain.
"My name is Balls." he said and you laughed a little.
"That's an odd name."
"It seems I have a bit of a reputation." He said. "Why don't you join me and my friends?"
He walked you to the back of the pub where Boss and Ricky were playing a game of pool betting their money and behaving like a couple of cocks.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Boss said.
Ricky was checking your ass and touching it for firmness and Boss was looking you up and down like you were a piece of raw meat.
"What's your name, my sweet?" Boss asked.
"You can call me Comet."
"Hello Comet." He said. "I see you have met Balls and to my left is our Cuban pool shark Ricky and I see your tasty beverage is almost empty. Would you care for another?"
"Please."
Ricky seemed to be the nice one out of the group. You liked his "Cuban look," a little rough with a scary scar but a nice smile. Balls was a little intimidating but Boss was by far the creepy one. But that didn't stop you from flirting with all three. You thought to yourself the more that you flirt the longer they will keep buying you drinks.
You began to play pool with them and each of them was very pushy putting their arms around you, putting their hands on your ass. At one point in the night you bent over the pool table to make a shot and Balls moved up behind you and you could feel his cock against your ass. You pushed him away because of his aggressiveness but while Balls was apologizing Ricky slipped a "roofie" into your drink.
Twenty minutes later you were nothing but a meat puppet.
When you woke up two hours later you were blindfolded and gagged with a red rubber ball. Drool dripped down your mouth onto your tank top. You felt cold metal on your leg as Ricky cut the jeans off which made you shiver despite your extensive restraints.
"I think the little slut is awake, Boss."
"Good." Boss said. "I like them awake so we can watch her squirm."
Then you felt cold metal across your cheek and then the heat of a hand grabbing your neck. You heard a click.
"Do you know what this is bitch?" Boss said in a cold and calculating voice. ".45 Magnum and there is a bullet in the chamber and I wrote your name on it."
Your body tensed up.
"Do as we say and you will live... Be a little cunt or a bitch, try to escape and I guarantee you that either the bullet or I will find you. The bullet, as you can imagine, is a lot faster than I am. Shake your head up and down if you understand."
You shook your head in agreement.
Boss took the gag ball out of your mouth slowly and said, "If you scream the bullet finds you."
You imagined seeing his face in front of you and his fat gut below his waist.
"Now," Boss said. "As a gesture of understanding I want you to suck on this gun." You began tonguing the gun and he put the barrel deep in your mouth.
"NOW THATS A GOOD SLUT!" He said loudly.
Boss pulled the cloth up so you could see and there was a bright light shining in your face. You noticed a video camera was filming every moment. You were in a car repair garage with oil on the floor and tools hanging on the walls. It was a dirty unkempt garage and it frighten you a little.
You were hanging from a large wooden X hands tied above you and legs spread. You were wearing white panties and the tank top. Boss took the gun from your mouth and stood next to you.
"First things first..." He said. "We need to loosen you up a little."
He turned on a vibrator and held it directly on your clit and immediately the sensation shot up and through your body like electricity. Your pussy immediately gushed with wetness. He connected the vibrator to a metal pole and stepped away letting the machine continuously work your pussy. Suddenly you exploded in orgasm for the first time while expecting for the vibrator to slow or stop it continued on multiplying your orgasms.
The three men then sat back on their folding chair and just began to talk. Balls made a joke, "How do you make a woman cum?"
Ricky said, "I donno, how?"
Balls answered, "Who cares!"
They all laughed.
You hung on the bondage X post and the ropes began to mark your wrists and ankles. Your panties were soaking wet.
You had never cum so much in your life as the machine continued shaking.
Finally Boss came over and shut it down after a good hour of your Cumming. They cut the ropes to your wrist and ankles and you fell on the hard oily concrete floor. By now you were just a human piece of Jell-O and the wolves were surrounding their prey.
Boss stepped over to you and slapped you HARD in the face. "Gentlemen... Get your bitch slap on!"
Boss grabbed you by your long dark hair and dragged you hard over to a wooden table and placed you on it, your head hanging off the side, your body a rag doll on your back. Boss slapped you again and said, "Open your throat, cunt. If I feel teeth you die."
He slid his smelly cock into your mouth and pushed against you hard.
"Open, open, open!" He said and suddenly it went past your tongue and deeper down your throat where you never thought it would go. Immediately you began to gag and your back lifted from the table. Ricky held you down and began to pinch your nipples and twist them ripping off your tank top in the process. Then you felt your legs spread as Balls positioned himself between them.
"This is why they call me Balls." As he pulled his twelve inch cock out of his pants his balls were as long as his cock hanging down low. He slowly began to push his huge cock into your ass and began to pump. You could feel him enter you and slide in deeper and deeper.
"How does it feel to be our little cum dump?" Ricky said jacking his cock off over your breasts. Boss grabbed you by the throat and squeezed making your face red. He said he was ready to cum and you felt the warm fluid rush inside your stomach. You noticed a thumping sound beneath you and you realized that it was Ball's balls slapping the wood table underneath.
Once Boss pulled his cock out from your throat Balls lifted you off the table fucking you like a Hentia monster, him holding you by your waist and pounding you down and you facing the other direction, doggy style while he stood up and then began to cum in the bowls of your ass.
When he was through with you he let you drop to the concrete floor. "Ricky," Balls said. "Care for some ass?"
"I would love some pussy."
Ricky laid on the floor motioning you to mount him and you hesitated.
"Bitch, you get on that cock right now." Boss said.
You slid on top of Ricky's cock and let your pussy relax so you could slide all the way down. Ricky smiled at your face as he began pumping you. Boss moved around and began to play with your ass and was suddenly hard again. He slid into your gaping ass. You could feel their cocks sliding against you.
Ricky said, "Its not gay when the cocks aren't touching." But you thought that was the stupidest thing you've ever heard.
Balls came around and slapped his cock across your face saying, "Suck it slut."
His cock barely fit in your mouth and there was no way it would reach as far as Boss's.
Boss, you discovered, was a pure sadist and loved beating and slapping you when ever he had fresh skin to use. He loved pulling your hair back and wrapped the length around his fist. He pulled you back so far you thought he was either going to pull your hair out or break your neck. He would probably laugh at you either way.
You had never been filled this way before and you came multiple time but tried not to let them know but discovered quickly that these were things you could not hide from Boss.
"Fucking slut is Cumming again." He said.
"She's fucking insatiable." Ricky said.
"What a cum bucket." Boss said.
They all began to cum inside you as Balls dropped his load all over your face. Boss moved around and pulled out some handcuffs and locked you to a hydraulic pump near were you lay.
They took pictures and began to watch the video they had been recording.
"Get the cage, Ricky."
Ricky pulled over a dog training crate that had no padding. They unlocked the cuffs and pushed you inside it. The concrete floor was cold and your body was aching.
"Water." You said to them. Boss laughed at you.
"I got some water for you." He stood before your locked cage and began to piss on you. Ricky and Balls joined in all laughing.
"We will hose this whore down in the morning..." Boss said while walking away. I have some plans for her.
Part II
The cage became your life. Boss was a cruel son of a bitch and only brought you out to serve him and for you to go to the bathroom and the only reason he did that was because the cage was so small and he didn't want to clean it up. Every night you were hosed down in cold water. You only wore a little skirt he bought you and a bikini top, both one size too small. When money was tight he would whore you out to Balls and Ricky. They basically would pay back close to their entire paycheck to fuck you on the weekends.
No one outside the garage seemed to care or to miss you and if someone did there was no word about a missing girl. You disappeared.
One Wednesday night Boss pulled you out of the cage by your long dark hair, he had a hard on and wanted you to suck it again. He sat in his chair behind his desk, turned on some porn and didn't say a word. He held the back of your head and stuffed his hard fat cock down your throat. You knew the way he liked it, rough, gagging, choking, your eyes crying, pumping your stomach as trying to make you come up with what little food you had in your stomach. He fed you dog food in the cage and it was hard to eat. You remembered what he said about making a mess with your mouth, "When you spit up all over my cock like that its like your pussy is Cumming. I like to call it mouth cum." He was a pig.
Boss wasn't interested in your pleasure at all. He couldn't care less. But there were some moments like this one where you would find your hands free and a single finger would slip inside your wet pussy and you would cum while sucking his cock. When Boss would cum he would hold the back of your head and force it has far down your throat and grunt out, "Choke on my cum you whore!"
Then he would rest. It was that short moment he looked down at you and said, "Tonight was your last night here. Tomorrow is my pay day."
Part III
Boss, Ricky and Balls lifted your cage into the back of the van and placed a large black cover over it. For the first time in the month you were there you were scared. In that month you had lost track of time and in the van it felt like the trip would take forever. Every bump the van make felt ten fold in the cage.
Ricky rattled on about nonsense and Balls commented, "Are you sure about this, Boss? She sure felt good slobbering on my nut sack."
They unloaded the truck and you waited for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally the black cover was removed and a strange man looked at you. He was dressed in a fine suit.
"I'm going to open your cage. You will exit the cage and I will place this collar around your neck. If you run you will be caught and beaten. I will remove your gag. If you scream it will be put back in. You will not speak unless you have been spoken to and you reply either with "Yes sir or No sir.""
You complied with everything he said. He moved you to a room with three other girls. They were all bound and collared. You looked at one of the girls in the eyes and she turned to the camera in the upper corner of the room. She knew they were watching. The risk to communicate was to great.
The man walked in and grabbed the leash to your collar.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir."
You lied. You had no idea.
You were dressed in your skirt and white virginal bikini top as you stepped out onto a stage with a blinding white light shining in your eyes. It was an old theater house and the seats were filled with men and women. They drank champagne and looked at you with lust filled eyes.
Above you a movie began to play. It filled the theater with the sounds of Boss, Ricky and Balls grunting and verbally humiliating you. You made out Boss calling you a "Cum slut" and a "Fuck hole." The audience watched you getting raped and it made your pussy wet. The idea of hundreds of people watching you on film and looking at your body made you horny as hell.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the man announced. "Let the bidding begin. This fine example of a slave is compliant in every possible way. We will begin with bidding at the minimum requirement a half million US dollars."
Bidding was fast and furious. It moved in one hundred thousand dollar increments. Your bid quickly went past one million dollars. In the front row a woman was on her cell phone waiting. She looked at you closely. When no one else raised their bid, she trumped them all. The final bid was placed and you now had a new owner.
Your final bid was 2.6 Million dollars.
Suddenly you were whisked away into a limo. The woman was handed your collar.
"Your going to need to change into something more presentable." She said. She pulled out a dress and a small makeup packet. The dress was your size and she unlocked your collar. You felt strange undressing in front of her but you obeyed her every command. How easy was it for you to obey, you thought.
The limo drove into Manhattan then into New Jersey. The woman was on the phone the entire time. You waited for her to give you commands like, "Eat my pussy, slut." But none came. Finally the limo stopped at an air field. There was a Lear Jet on the tarmac and a few men in glasses.
"Here she is." She said to one of the men.
"Get her on board and we will depart in five minutes."
You sat in your seat and buckled up without saying a word. Compliant in every respect.
Minutes later you felt the jet rush forward and lift off into the atmosphere. The woman looked you in the eyes. She asked you, "Do you trust me?"
It was an odd question for someone who is essentially kidnapping you for the second time in one month but there was something about her.
"Yes."
She gave you a pill that you immediately swallowed with a sip of water.
"This will help you sleep."
Five minuets later you passed out.
Part IV Coming soon.
