Private Depravity

PRIVATE DEPRAVITY PART 3

Gathering up her purse and hurrying out of the bar she had felt her body trembling. The reaction not one of fear, but rather of excitement. The taste of the wine mixed with the stranger’s cum being still fresh in her mouth, the memory of what she had willingly done had stirred her deeply. Aware of the throbbing between her legs, the intensity of  her body’s reaction had been but a further reminder of the strength of the dark desire that had brought her to the seedy establishment.

It was why she recognized the number now showing on her cell phone. Not being the first time that she’d dialled it, the “usual place” was one she knew well. A large dingy unused warehouse in the industrial section of the city. Its derelict state seemed to make it even more appropriate for its intended use. To not remember it was impossible. How did one forget the spot where one offered themselves up for complete and total abject humiliation? A place without rules or boundaries, where one relinquished all control, was accorded nothing in the way of basic human decency, to be used by unknown strangers in whatever manner they wished, no, such a thing was unable to be forgotten.

His selection of such a rundown location seemed so suitable. Being so different  from the upscale areas she normally frequented, the act of driving to this dirty industrial part of the city was an apt prelude to what was to happen. The expensive Mercedes and designer clothes being so out of place there, it added to the perverseness of her dark craving.

Before the first trip to the derelict warehouse, they had only spoken once on the phone since meeting at the seedy bar. Upon hanging up only bits and pieces of the conversation had been able to be recalled. No sympathy or courtesy to be shown, no act too base, no right to object, common decency to be forgotten. That she had been able to voice such things aloud, to no longer just think them had been both surprising and unnerving. That her heart had been racing by the end of the call was only further evidence that this dark need was something that could not be denied.

Before today she had called the number on the screen three times. On each occasion she had been provided the same address. With the dialling of the number, control over her being was given into his hands, not until whatever it was he arranged was over was she again free to choose for herself. Leaving all arrangements up to him, to know in advance what was to befall her was knowledge she didn’t want. To have no hand in the planning, to accept whatever was required of her without protest no matter how degrading, that the pleasure of others no matter how perverse was to be her only concern.

With being provided no forewarning as to what was to unfold, arriving at the abandoned warehouse she would be met by him in the adjoining gravel lot. Each time his demeanour had been the same as when they had first met in the dingy bar. While not unfriendly, he had always maintained a cool and aloof manner. What little conversation that did occur was usually in the form of him relating information rather than an actual dialogue. If he had directly participated in what had unfolded each time she had been there it could not be deduced from his stoic manner. Strangely, it was in not knowing that she found curiously interesting. Having been blindfolded on each occasion, and thus not possessing any knowledge of the others who had played a part, it was only he that she ever wondered about.

In making the first telephone call, in arriving with no hint as to what might occur she had been filled with nervous trepidation. To not go through with it was impossible. It was something she needed to do. Pulling into the gravelled parking area, he had been standing there awaiting her arrival. Since then, his greeting her had been the only thing that had never varied.

“Good afternoon.”

Nervously stepping out of the car, unsure what to do she had politely nodded her head while providing her own brief reply. “Good afternoon Sir.”

Aware of his eyes running over her she was glad she had chosen one of her favourite outfits. The pale green silk blouse being complemented by a skirt of a darker green was one that she knew enhanced her good looks. Would she be able to wear it after today? That thought had crossed her mind when she had taken the clothes from the closet. That they might be in shreds before the afternoon was over, being torn from her body in advance of whatever else might follow had almost caused her to make another selection. Should it happen, to lose the outfit she liked so much would only further add to the humiliation of the experience, its loss reminding her of the experience long after the afternoon had passed.

“Already you are being watched. I am sure they’re curious to see if you match your picture. When they saw it, there were no shortage of willing volunteers wishing to be here today.”

His words having brought a small smile to his lips, his reference to a photo though had caught her off guard.

“Picture??”

Remaining silent, his hand fished into his pocket to retrieve a picture that he extended towards her. Taking it, her breath had caught in her throat seeing the image in her hand. It had been taken that afternoon in the bar. The photo showing her on her knees with her lips wrapped around the cock of the stranger she had been made to suck. How many people had he shown it to, what had been said as others had looked it at? Her humiliation had begun before she had even known it. The idea of that had caused a small wave of excitement to course through her.

“I hope I do not disappoint.” While sounding a bit lame, it was the only thing she could think to say.

“Come. It is time.”

Finishing speaking he began making his way towards a rusty steel door that served as the entrance to the building. Following along behind him she had raised her eyes to the dirt encrusted windows that overlooked the gravel lot. The grime covered glass however kept whatever watchers were there hidden from her view.

Entering the dimly lit building the sounds of their steps had echoed hollowly off of the cement walls that surrounded them. Upon seeing a more brightly lit area ahead of them she knew immediately that was where it was to happen. Centred in the pool of light had been a large oversized ottoman. Being at least seven feet in diameter, it would be upon that leather upholstered dais that she would be taken and used. Unlike a normal ottoman, even an oversized one such as this, extending from its centre was a length of chain about four feet long. Its unexpected presence had made her wonder about its intended use. Off to the side slightly from the ottoman was a small table where an opened bottle of wine and single glass stood.

“A glass of wine first?”

“T,t,thank you sir.” The small offering she had hoped would perhaps ease her nervousness a little.

Watching him fill the single glass it was obvious he had no intention on sharing one with her. Seeing him extend it, taking it she had immediately sipped at it, grateful for the unexpected courtesy.

“Now you will remove your clothes. After seeing that you live up to your photo, our watchers will be greatly interested in seeing the body they will very soon be enjoying. Strip whore. It is time you are treated like the whore you are.”

The strength in his final words had immediately caused her pulse to quicken. “Yes Sir.” Setting down the wine glass she had immediately begun to undress. Seeing no place to put her clothes she had allowed them to drop to the floor. Quickly stripping off the blouse and skirt, standing beside him in only her bra, panties and high heels, once more she had been aware of his appraising look.

“Should you come here again whore you will be naked under your outer clothing. Whores have no need for bras and panties.”

“Yes Sir. I will remember that.”

She had hurried to finish undressing. Removing her lingerie and allowing it to drop to the floor to join her other clothes, standing nervously beside him totally naked she had found herself wondering what the unseen watchers might be thinking. Aware that her own body had begun reacting, she was quickly able to feel the wetness between her legs. Were their bodies too also responding to having watched her undress? Her ability to ponder the idea had been short lived hearing herself once more being addressed.

“Lift up your hair whore.”

The hard edge continuing to be heard in his voice and the terseness of his order did nothing to lessen the beating of her heart. His brusque approach having only caused the flicker flame of excitement inside to grow. Remaining silent, her hands had immediately moved to obey him as her fingers gathered up her hair and lifted it clear of the back of her neck.

Watching as his hand had once more delved into his jacket pocket, it had reappeared this time holding a black leather strap and a length of cloth of the same colour. “Your uniform for the afternoon so to speak.”

Unsure of his meaning, she had found herself holding her breath seeing him raise his hands as he secured what she now saw to be a leather collar around her neck.

“In wishing to be treated like a slave, the whore must be suitably attired. Now kneel upon the altar of your defilement.”

“Y,y,yes Sir.”

Moving to kneel upon the ottoman, the presence of the chain had become obvious. Positioned on her hands and knees and feeling it being affixed to the front of the collar, while its length afforded some freedom of movement, it also ensured she would not be able to leave the oversized stool until released by him.

“And now your final adornment whore. You will enjoy your humiliation in your own private darkness. Who knows, there might be someone here who is presently deciding whether to fuck your pussy or ass first whom you might recognize.”

His words had again brought a small smile to his lips. Plunged into darkness with the blindfold being tied about her head, the idea that she might be known to someone here had been something that she hadn’t considered. Again the dark perverseness of her need had her finding such a notion vaguely exciting. To be taken in such a way by a person known to you and not be aware of it. To be blind to such knowledge, to not know their thoughts upon seeing each other once again…. In contemplating it, a throbbing pleasure had been felt between her legs.

Pressing her thighs together, her reverie had once more interrupted, this time by a voice she didn’t recognize. Unaware of having been left alone, it had been immediately apparent who the voice belonged to. While perhaps not knowing his name, the reason for their presence very much was. Having remained on her hands and knees, the stranger’s attention had been drawn to her position.   

“Look, the little slut wants it so badly she already has her pretty little bottom in the air.”

His words had drawn quiet laughter from the others. That it could be heard from all directions had made her realize they must have surrounded the ottoman. She was encircled by those who had been invited to make use of her. How many were there? Were it not for the chain that was keeping her in place, had she wished to flee, would it even have been possible? Encircled by a group of strangers who would have been told of her desire to experience total humiliation, had she tried to run, surely she would not have got far before being caught in their grasp and…..  The mental imagery of what would ensue only added to the arousal she had already been feeling.

From in front of her, she heard another voice speak.

“Mmmm There is time enough for that. I want to see how well the little slut can suck cock..”

With nothing more being said, feeling a cock being thrust into her mouth, it had begun. Feeling hands caressing her body from all directions, their touch not gentle and loving in nature. Her own hands having been guided to already hardened flesh, curling her fingers around the shafts she had stroked them, her touches causing their hardness to grow. To know how many were surrounding her had been impossible. To not know had only made it that more exciting. In swallowing the passion of one, the spent flesh was quickly replaced by another.

In response to gruffly spoken words wanting her more accessible, unyielding hands had positioned her on her back as others pulled her legs apart. Not resisting, laying there awaiting what was surely to come, she had once more become aware of how wet she had become. Her intimate slit well lubricated, feeling the press of  a blunt hardness, giving a small gasp at feeling her pussy lips part, she had given herself to the unknown. The rigid cock sliding easily into her, it would be the first of many that possessed her that day. Her own wetness soon intermixed with the spendings of unknown strangers, being  taken repeatedly, her legs never being allowed to close, she had quickly lost count of those who had made use of her.

Her bottom not being spared the same treatment, that which had only been experienced twice before, had also been repeated over and over again. The memory of being taken on the floor of her apartment foyer was now joined by others as the hands of those craving that type of pleasure had spread her buttocks as her back passage gave way to unyielding cocks.

The passage of time had become irrelevant. To judge how long it lasted had been beyond her. Her body spattered and soiled in her defilement as some, not content to spill their passion inside her had splashed their milky essence across her face and breasts.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Her own body spent from its ordeal, laying collapsed across the ottoman, she had been suddenly aware of being alone, no hands positioning her in preparation to being taken again, no cocks still bearing traces of her own arousal being pushed into her mouth to be made hard once more. Feeling the chain that had kept her tethered to the ottoman being released, she had not overlooked the fact that he had left the collar affixed around her neck.

“You may leave now whore. Your purpose for being here is done.”

Hearing his receding steps echoing hollowly off the warehouse walls, sitting up slowly she had pulled the blindfold free from around her head. Her eyes running over her body seeing her skin that had been flawlessly white had been blotched by redness and streaked by wet paths of trickling cum. Her gaze having caught sight of the wineglass on the small side table, recognizing the discolouration of its contents she had known immediately what had happened. Had it been meant to be a reminder of what had occurred that day in the bar? Had she still being watched to see what would happen? Instinctively she had known what she had to do, her dark cravings allowed nothing less. In a final act of humiliation in acknowledgment of that dingy bar, reaching for the wineglass, she had brought it to her lips and swallowed its contents.

Drawing her few clothes about her, she had left the bra and panties laying on the concrete floor. Mindful of what he had said upon her arrival, it seemed right to leave them there. Slowly rising to her feet, her legs feeling shaky from all she had endured, she had slowly made her way towards the exit. Acutely aware of the collar around her neck she had left it untouched. Leaving it in place had also seemed right.

Already she had known she would be calling him again. The darkness of her need would never relinquish the hold it had over her. And so she had. With each return to the abandoned warehouse, the experience had been more perverse.

Arriving the second time, being met in the gravelled parking lot she had seen his head nod approvingly upon seeing the collar secured about her neck. He had also shown his approval in watching her undress and seeing that she was naked beneath the dress she had selected to wear. Blindfolded and chained once more to the ottoman, again she was used without the least consideration being shown. Her mouth, pussy and bottom being repeatedly violated, at one point, rather than feeling the rhythmic spurting warmth of a man’s carnal passion, but instead a steady stream, she had known immediately what it was. Being taken to a greater depth of depravity, her body had been subjected to a golden shower of someone’s base essence. Rather than being repelled, the darkness of her need only made the humiliation that more exciting.

Again when it was over, in removing the blindfold from around her eyes she had been greeted by the sight of the tainted wine. As had happened the first time, taking the glass in hand, she had emptied it, finding herself relishing its taste.

On the third occasion, degradation had been intermingled with pain. Being chained once more to the ottoman, ordered to present her bottom, it had been flogged, each cheek feeling as if it had been set aflame as the leather lash reddened her rear. With her bottom made tender, the assembled strangers again took their pleasure with her. Being taken to the edge of one of many climaxes she had suddenly been aware of a mouth between her legs. The probing tongue and gentle kisses immediately revealing that it was no man but rather a lady who was part of the unknown group of strangers. Aware of the woman shifting her position, for the first time she found a feminine mound being pressed against her lips.

“Lick me whore. Lets see what kind of slut you really are.”

Being stirred to a greater depth of arousal by the roughly spoken words, her tongue had immediately set itself to its assigned task.

“Mmmmm. It looks like she likes pussy as much as she likes cock.”

The words of the unseen stranger renewing the efforts of her tongue, the lady’s own pleasure had soon been clearly evident hearing her cry out as her body had trembled in climax.

Like the first two occasions, when it was over she had been greeted by the wineglass. Again, like both times before she had willingly swallowed all that it contained.

Today was the fourth time she had made this drive. Negotiating the traffic while making her way in the direction of the industrial part of town, conscious of being once again naked beneath her clothing she found herself already anticipating her arrival at the warehouse. What would today bring? Bringing her fingers to her neck, the tips of them caressing the leather collar. To not wear it here was inconceivable. It had become a part of her. Would her body be made to feel the bite of the lash once again? What new depths might she be taken to?

Already she knew that in the not too distant future a fifth phone call would be place. The darkness of her need would demand it.

THE END