PRIVATE DEPRAVITY

Recognizing the number on the caller id screen of the cell phone her heart immediately began beating faster. Eventhough it was expected, she had to will her hand not to tremble while pushing the receive button. “Hello.” The single word response being simply provided as a greeting for she already knew who it was for it had been less than 24 hours earlier she had dialled the number.

For the past two days it had been felt. Each day growing stronger, the dark desire not relinquishing its hold upon her. Yesterday while threading her Mercedes through the city traffic, its presence could no longer be denied. All day she had been trying to suppress the feeling even while knowing it was impossible. She had tried in the past and each attempt had met with the same result, failure. It was then that she had dialled the number that was now displayed on the cell.

“It has been arranged. Tomorrow evening, 8 p.m.. The usual place, you know where.”

Hearing a click she knew the connection had been severed. As anticipated his instructions had been terse and pointed. No opportunity for any conversation, only a set of instructions being provided, nothing more. It is what had been expected though. It was part of what she needed, to not be shown the slightest courtesy. It was what had led her to him ten months ago with the request she had never anticipated being able to make.

She had long given up trying to understand the need. That it existed was enough. Fortunate to have been born to wealthy parents, her privileged upbringing ensured she had lacked for nothing. Considered also very attractive, being five foot eight inches tall, her slender body and long legs never failed to draw appreciative looks from men. Her flawless white skin, long  blonde hair that flowed down over her shoulders and firm breasts completed the package. The expensive designer clothes that she always wore were always chosen so as to accentuate her willowy form. To a casual observer she had every benefit life could provide. In possessing both wealth and beauty, her outward veneer was that of a perfect existence. To harbour the secret she did would seem uncharacteristic, the dark desire that was always kept hidden so contrasting to the image of the properly raised young lady that everyone thought her to be.

What had spawned its existence she had no idea. It was during her seventeenth year that she had become aware of it. It had been a warm summer evening when she and her boyfriend had sought privacy among the carefully tended gardens behind her parent’s mansion. Having finished a game of tennis they had strolled to a secluded little clearing away from easy view of the house. Beginning with passionate kisses, their tongues entwining as her boyfriend’s hands caressed her with increasing intimacy she soon found herself on her knees, her mouth filled with his hardening flesh. Not wanting to be discovered by her parents she had remained alert to any sign of someone’s approach. What a sight they would have presented if caught. Her virtuous and untarnished reputation would have quickly evaporate being seen with the top of her tennis dress pulled down exposing her breasts as she slowly sucked the rigid shaft that was sliding in and out of her mouth. Hearing a low moan and feeling the cock throb against her tongue she forgot about her surroundings. While still inexperienced at completing such an intimate act she had quickly discovered the enjoyment of that moment when a man’s passion would flood her mouth. Not wishing to lose any of his essence she had taken him as deeply as her greedy mouth would allow in anticipation of his release.

It was then something had disturbed the serenity of the evening causing some birds in a nearby hedgerow to suddenly take flight. The sound surprising them both and fearing discovery her boyfriend had quickly turned in reaction to the noise. The movement caused his cock to slip from between her lips just as it erupted covering her face with his milky white flow. His climax plentiful, the pulsing jets of cum had spattered across her nose and cheeks before running down her chin. As his release began to ebb the final few pulses were splashed across her breasts as if to make the indignity complete.

Still kneeling, it was then she had become aware of her racing heart and a reaction she would have never expected. It had not been the fear of discovery that had caused her pulse to beat wildly. Rather, it was having had her boyfriend’s cum spattered across her face, neck and breasts that had excited her. Feeling it beginning to dry on her skin she had found herself in no hurry to move or wipe it away as she had savoured the created sensations.

For days afterwards she could not quit thinking about what had happened and the effect it’d had. For a long time she tried to discount it chalking it up to perhaps having some exhibitionist tendencies. It was only after finishing university that the notion had been discounted. Having made love on several occasions in less than discrete locations, there had been no rush of excitement as their had been that evening in her parent’s garden.

It was only later while in her early twenties that the darker side of the urges began being felt. Spending a quiet evening alone at home she found herself channel surfing looking for something to watch. While flipping between stations her attention was caught by a movie. More than the usual action adventure fare, this one had a strong sexual fetish overtone. What had kept her from continuing her search  was the scene on the screen where a lady while clad in revealing black leather costume was being roughly used by three men. While censored for the airwaves, she found her imagination filling in the details of what was only hinted on the screen. Going to bed that night she had found it impossible to get the imagery out of her mind. Parting her legs she had begun running her fingers over her intimate slit as she imagined it had been her in the movie. Feeling her wetness grow her finger sought out her clit as her arousal increased as she writhed against the bed sheets.

What would it be like??  To be used in such a manner?? To have no control, to be totally in the hands of others?? Never had she thought of such things before. Three times she had climaxed that night, each one stronger than the previous before drifting off to sleep, the movie still replaying itself in her mind.

Following that night she found herself more and more consumed by increasingly dark desires she knew she would never be able to admit to. The ideas and desires that were now occupying her every waking moment were far from polite and proper. To be made to…. To wish to be used in such a way…… The sentences always going unfinished as her mind took paths which previously would have been considered inconceivable. Her imagination seeming to know no boundaries as she began looking at all of her daily activities from this dark perspective.

Showering one morning with the man who had been her lover at the time, lathering his body with soap she had slowly sank to her knees while moving the sponge downwards. The confines of the tub keeping them close together, being on her knees, her face was only inches from his now soapy cock. She had only to part her lips to taste him for the second time since awakening.

As was now the case more often than not, emerging from a dream filled sleep, the darkness of those nocturnal yearnings would make her immediately aware of the wetness between her legs. Stirring at the memory of the previous evening she had slid down beneath the covers, her mouth seeking out his manhood lying slack against his bare leg. Awakening his flesh with her tongue, his cock had immediately begun to stir in reaction to her slow sucking. His hardness had caused her mind to relive the previous evening.

Answering the door in response to his arrival, the intensity of his desire had been almost immediately noticeable. The passion behind his kisses betraying his arousal as he began stripping her clothes off before the apartment door was even closed. Unbuttoning her blouse, the delicate silk barely avoiding damage as his strong hands pulled it off. Her skirt had not been so lucky as its waistband  was yanked loose causing a tearing sound to be heard before the fabric fell to the floor to gather around her ankles.

Her heartbeat having quickened with his arrival, feeling nothing in the way of tenderness from his hands her heart had begun beating faster, the images from the movie the other night still a fresh memory. Never had he treated her in such a way. Repeatedly having wished it, to have no kindness or consideration shown, that it had now happened, to have been used as nothing but an object of pleasure, it had stirred her desire at a greater depth than she had supposed it might.

Her lingerie fared less well than the rest of her clothing. The delicate lacy material had quickly disintegrated in his hands. A tremor of excitement had coursed through her hearing the ripping sound as the bra and panties were roughly stripped away and joined the other clothes on the floor.

Freed from the restraint of any clothing her own hands had begun undressing him.

“The little bitch wants it doesn’t she?”

They were the first words he’d spoken since arriving. There had been no romantic tenderness in his tone, only a hard edge and a directness that caused her arousal to grow.

“Oh yes. Please… Yes I want it.” She had been barely able to reply. The excitement being felt having taken her breath away.

“Yes my little pet is a slut at heart.”

Again the sternness of his voice had stirred her desire at the deepest level.

“Get on your knees whore.”

“Y,y,yes Sir.” She could not obey fast enough. While moving to the floor he had quickly removed his clothes. Standing over her while slowly stroking his already fully erect cock the smile on his face had almost a menacing quality to it. Again, rather than feeling any fear or apprehension, his harshness had only excited her further.

Not saying anything further, taking a half step forward and grasping a handful of her hair to guide her head, he thrust his hard shaft between her lips. Moving his hips in a slow rhythmic manner, his hands not allowing any movement of her head, he had treated her mouth as if it had been her most intimate passage. His cock already fully engorged, his use of her mouth had been brief, his intent only to have his hardness made wet with her saliva before he had pushed her back on to the floor and entered her pussy with a single deliberate thrust.

His possession of her had continued to show nothing in the way of tenderness as his cock was repeated thrust into her. So many times she had tried to imagine what it would be like to be treated in such a way. To be used by another, no thought or consideration being given, to be nothing more than an object of carnal desire. Her own pleasure, should she experience it being of no consequence, that of her possessor  being all that mattered. The idea of it, to not be a person but only an object, that was what she needed.

To have now experienced it, the intensity of her reaction had both surprised and frightened. Before he had finished stripping her of her clothes she had been aching to have his hardness filling her. Wanting only to  be used, totally and completely, wishing to deny him nothing she’d spread her legs as widely as possible. Aware of the cold hardness of the marble tiled foyer against her bare skin it hadn’t mattered. To be taken without reservation or caring, to be the focus of nothing beyond his pleasure was all that was important.

Feeling his hardness beginning to throb, he had thrust deep into her, this time not withdrawing but rather remaining deeply buried as his passion had flooded her intimate passage. His arousal having not lessened as his seed had spurted inside of her, his hardness had remained undiminished.

“Get on your knees you little whore and get that nice tight ass in the air.”

Feeling his unyielding erection he’d fanned the flames of her own ardour upon realizing no part of her would be spared his attention.

The hardness in his voice continuing to excite her, she could not move quickly enough to obey, to not do as ordered hadn’t even entered her mind. His intent being obvious, to deny him was impossible for this is what she’d craved for so long. Moving obediently to her knees feeling his cock slip from her pussy she knew its loss would be brief, its intrusion to be felt in another way. Kneeling behind her, feeling his hands press against her upper back she had lowered her shoulders to the floor, her arms extended forward, the position ensuring his complete access to her bottom.

Positioned in such a way with her hips being held tightly in his grasp, she had been totally vulnerable. To escape the defilement had she wished it would have been impossible. To plead to have her bottom spared the violation had not even been contemplated. To deny him was not what she’d wanted. To be used, his pleasure being the only consideration, that was what had mattered. To be shown any kindness or consideration by him was unimportant.

Locked in the grasp of his hands, feeling the hard blunt head of his cock press against the tight entrance, a small cry had escaped from her lips. With him maintaining a steady pressure, her bottom had slowly yielded to his entry, each movement of his hips causing his cock to bury itself deeper.

Continuing as he had begun, each thrust purposeful and deliberate without evidence of any gentleness, each of them causing his thick shaft to fill her bottom more completely. As much as she tried not to, with each deeper penetration a mewling cry had escaped her lips.

Those polite and proper men whom her parents had been so happy to see her date had not possessed tastes of this sort. Having on occasion received a few playful swats to her rear, to be taken and used in this way was not a demand that had been made. Only once had it happened, then it had been by accident rather than on purpose.

Caught up in the throes of lovemaking a previous boyfriend’s cock having accidentally slipped from her pussy, he had mistakenly pushed it sharply into her virgin bottom. Not expecting it, the sudden violation had caused her to cry out. The reaction causing her boyfriend to instantly freeze, his hardness having continued to impale her tight bottom. Moving quickly to withdraw, she had stopped him, the mixture of emotions and sensations being felt had never been expected. The discomfort and sense of violation had very quickly been forgotten. Instead they had been replaced by anticipation, desire and arousal. The need to be feel him completely, to not be that prim and proper girl, to not have him withdraw but rather to feel his entire length, to be used in such a base manner, sodomized like a common whore, the allure of it had been unexpected as she had slowly pushed against him easing his cock more deeply into her ass.

Now for the second time she had been penetrated in such a manner. While fully desiring it, to not cry out had proven impossible. They had been an intermingling of protest and arousal. Just as when he’d taken his pleasure while buried in her pussy, the same emotions of abase desire, to be used without any show of tenderness or consideration had returned as his shaft had stretched her back passage. With her hips tightly locked in his grip, the craving to be used solely for his pleasure, to be used in anyway he desired without any decency being shown, to be simply a vessel to be filled as he wished was all that mattered.

Arching her back inwards and pressing her shoulders against the cool tiled floor she had positioned herself to allow the complete penetration of her ass. Her moaning cries not lessening the strength of his thrusts, he had continued until hearing his own primal and feeling the tightening of his grip on her hips he had flooded her bowels with his milky essence. Feeling each pulsing throb of his cock delivering another jet of his seed, he had collapsed against her back, his passion once more having been spilled.

With his cock still deep in her bottom, they had lay spooned together allowing their racing hearts to slow. Only after that had she been allowed up off the floor for the first time all evening. His carnal need having only been partially sated, being guided to the bedroom, he had rested only briefly before she’d been made to open her legs again and felt his restored hardness fill her once more. With his ardour spilled for the third time, only then had she been allowed sleep having drifted off while feeling traces of his essence slowly seeping from her body.

With the arrival of morning he’d taken her to the bathroom. On her knees in the shower thoughts of the previous evening had returned. She could still remember how it had felt. To have no part in guiding the events, to only be a passive participant, an object from which another derived pleasure had stirred her arousal at a far deeper level than expected. Would he do it again here? Eyeing his lathered cock as his hand had moved to rinse it off, she had again been possessed by the darkness of her recent desires. Might he? He would only have to ask…. No, far better not to be asked, to have no right to say no, to accept whatever he desired no matter what it might be was what she had found herself craving. He had only to release his golden stream and it would be freely received, its warmth splashing across her body. Had it been ordered she would have obediently presented her open mouth, whatever he wanted, she would have obeyed. 

Unable to talk about it with any of her friends or family, to admit such a need was impossible. Not understanding the dark desire herself, to attempt to explain it to another was something she would never be able to do. To crave humiliation, to be used by others in any manner they wished, to be accorded nothing in the way of human decency, no one she knew would understand such a need. It had only been through a couple of furtive conversations that had led her to him. In meeting it had allowed her dark desires to finally be embraced. It was why her heart was now beating faster seeing his number on the cell phone screen.

To be continued

PRIVATE DEPRAVITY PART 2

It was like being a stranger to one’s self to not understand one’s own desires and motivations, particularly those such as hers. Why was it she needed what she did? Those emotions and desires that were kept hidden from friends and family, what had spawned them, why did they excite her so? She had ceased to try to answer those questions.

Even by her own admission they were dark and depraved. That did not lessen the allure. If anything it made it stronger. To be the instrument of another’s pleasure, to be accorded nothing in the way of  basic decency, to only be used in any manner they saw fit. That it was freely craved, requiring no coercion, no act too perverse or humiliating, each time the need had been felt she had willingly placed herself upon the altar where all proper decorum and decency were sacrificed in the name of demeaning pleasure.

She had learned to deny the need was impossible. With that realization she had given into them. In doing so, she had come to meet him. It had been then she had truly crossed over the line of common human decency.

They had met in a darkened bar in a part of the city where she was sure there would be no chance of meeting anyone she knew. Upon first seeing the seedy establishment he had suggested she had wondered if she’d made a mistake. Entering the dimly lit premises she knew her designer clothes made her look so out of place. The green silk blouse she had selected provided a generous view of her cleavage without being completely indiscreet while the cream coloured skirt that ended above her knees had immediately drawn leers from the men who were nursing their drinks at the bar. The thoughts behind the looks had been barely veiled as their eyes had inspected the curves of her body. Their facial expressions further underscoring the darkness of the desire that had led her here. To have acted shocked in anyway at all at what they were thinking would have been hypocritical to say the least given the request she was here to make. Although lending an ominous gravity to the reason for her presence, at the same time the looks had further stoked the flame of the dark desire that had brought her to be there.

Ordering a glass of white wine, she had then quickly proceeded to a dimly lit booth so as to be partially shielded from the view of those lining the bar. With the arrival of the wine, giving the bartender a quick thanks, the same look was in his eyes as those of his other customers. His thoughts easily read, she had pressed her thighs together, the small tremor of excitement that his look had produced was still contrasted by her apprehension at perhaps having made an error at being there.

Sipping the wine, making a face she quickly pushed it aside. The barely touched glass could at least remain on the table for appearances sake. As expected it had been cheap and raw to the taste, it’s coarseness not out of place at such a rough establishment. Having had the benefits that a wealthy upbringing could provide, the fine vintages she was used to would have been very out of place there. Could not the same thing have been said for her? Not unlike those expensive wines, her own presence was at odds with the roughness of the workers that gathered here to drink and forget about whatever troubles were plaguing them.

While it had been she who had sought him out and asked for the meeting, being not sure what to expect or what might happen, upon being provided the address it had only added to her already nervous condition. This part of town was always an area she had strived to avoid. Yet, she had gone just the same. That it was crass and uncultured, that her friends and family would have been shocked had they known, was that not a part of what she had been seeking? To be treated properly and given respect was not why she had made the drive to that rundown section of the city.

She had arrived a bit early on purpose. Having to wait about five minutes she had idly played with the wineglass while feeling a growing sense of nervousness as her thoughts had remained jumbled, the words she would use continued to elude her. Laying in bed the previous night, she had rehearsed over and over again in her mind what she would say. With the arrival of morning, the words had still not been found. How did one make such a request of a man one had never met before? Knowing what was wanted in her own mind did not make the asking any easier. To ask for such arrangements to be made so she would be treated not unlike a common whore was not an everyday request. Actually she had to admit she would be treated worse than a whore. At least they received money, she would receive no such compensation.

Raising her head at the intrusion of daylight, the bright sunlight providing a stark contrast to the dimly lit interior. Looking towards the door, without needing to be told she knew immediately it was him. Seeing him pause and survey the room, his face had been devoid of emotion giving no indication of what he thought of the rundown bar. She’d had to remind herself that it was he who had arranged the meeting, of course he would have already been acquainted with the place. Speaking briefly to the bartender, he had then made his way towards her. Watching him approach, nervous anticipation had caused her pulse to accelerate remembering the reason for being there.

“Good afternoon…… Sir.” Trying to cover the pause, it had suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t even know his name.

“Good afternoon. You found the place alright?”

“Umm, yes Sir” Nervous and feeling tongue tied as he had moved to seat himself in the booth beside her as his drink arrived, she’d hardly noticed the presence of the bartender. The curtness of his question had startled her.

“Is there something wrong with the wine?”

“No,No, it is fine. I guess I am just not thirsty.” She had smiled weakly at the man, unsure as to whether he had believed her or not.

“I am sure it not what a refined lady such as yourself is accustom to.”

Again she had smiled in silent acknowledgement of the truthfulness of the statement to the man now seated beside her. Listening to him, she had been struck by how his voice seemed to hold no emotion. Hearing the hint of a hard edge in the tone, she’d pressed her thighs together for the second time since arriving. His brusque demeanour having immediately captured her complete attention, it had also produced an erotic edge to her nervousness. The other drinkers and the seediness of their surroundings had quickly been forgotten.

Aware of his eyes examining her as he had sipped at his drink, she’d found herself fumbling for something to say.

“I want you to arrange for…” Her voice had trailed off not sure how to precede.

“I already know what you want.”

“But how?” That he might already be aware of her request had caught her off guard.

“Our mutual friend. Did you think I would come here blindly not knowing the reason?”

His words not spoken unkindly, they had again been coolly succinct and businesslike, as if he had been providing instructions to a subordinate employee.

“You are very pretty. Are you sure though that is what you want?”

For the first time his voice had betrayed a hint of softness. She had slowly nodded her head at his question. She’d asked that same one many times, each time after much deliberation the answer had been the same. In silent acknowledgment of what the answer had been each time she had slowly nodded her head once again. “I do. Totally and completely, without hesitation. After I call you, until it is over, you are in complete control. My feelings are of no consequence. Whatever is arranged will not be refused.” Hearing the words coming from her mouth she’d been swept by a strange sense of relief. She’d said it. In this he was now the master of her destiny. There would be no turning back. Her nod had been met with one of his own as he had contemplated her words.

“As for refusing, that has yet to be proven. For now we will begin by improving the taste of that wine. Get on your knees.”

His comment about the wine having caused her to look at the glass, his final words being unexpected, she had stuttered in reply. “Y,y,yes Sir.”

While spoken too quietly to be heard across the room, sensing her movement as she slipped from the booth to obey him, the men at the bar had turned to see what was happening. What an image she must have been. To be seen in such a position in such dingy surroundings while dressed in her designer clothes. She’d instantly been very self-conscious despite being possessed by a small tremour of excitement.

“You there, at the end of the bar, come here.”

Hearing him inviting one of the men over, seeing the man leave his barstool and approach them she had been gripped by nervousness apprehension. Seeing him stop to stand beside her, she had been unable to raise her eyes to meet his.

“This little princess here doesn’t like the wine. She thinks it isn’t good enough for her. Give her your finger.”

What the man might of thought of the request she had no idea. Still keeping her eyes lowered, she’d been able to watch the hand as the index finger was extended towards her.

Instinctively she had known what was required. Aware that all of the eyes in the room were on her, raising her head, she had brushed her lips across the finger, kissing it lightly, feeling the roughness of his skin against her touch. Then, trying to keep her mind from wondering what his hands might have been engaged in earlier in the day, she had parted her lips and slowly sucked the finger into her mouth.

“Mmmmm. The little princess seems to like that. Maybe she is more whore than princess.”

His comment had elicited a small laugh from around the bar. Hearing herself being talked about in such a way had both caused another shiver of excitement to be felt and been a reminder that she too had privately contemplated that idea as the darkness of her desire had grown.

Not wishing to disappoint in obeying the first order he had given her she’d swirled her tongue around the finger wetting it with her saliva. Its coarse feel being a reminder that it was a common worker she was tasting in her mouth.

“Enough. What attention you have shown his finger you will now show elsewhere.”

Raising her head slightly to allow the finger to slip from between her lips she had nodded in understanding. “Y,yes Sir.”

As if with a volition all their own her hands had moved to the front of the man’s trousers and slowly unzipped them. Slipping her hand between the fabric and curling her fingers around his manhood it had been immediately apparent that her attentions had already had an effect. Already hard, drawing the rigid shaft out of his pants she’d lowered her mouth and encircling it with her lips she had slowly begun sucking. His arousal already awakened it hadn’t taken long before the first moan had escaped his lips. Continuing to slide his hardness in and out of her mouth her tongue had traced over it in a teasing way. But for the man’s moans she’d realized the bar had gone completely silent as everyone’s eyes were upon her.

“Make sure you get it all in the wineglass.”

Releasing the cock from her mouth, she had again acknowledged the order with a  ‘yes sir’ as she reached for the cheap goblet. Taking it from the table, with her other hand she had slowly begun stroking his hardness. Holding the glass below the swollen purple head of the cock, sliding her hand back and forth along the shaft in short quick strokes, feeling it begin to pulse, she had mutely watched as the man’s milky essence jetted into the glass to mix with the wine. Obediently she had ensured that no drop missed the glass as she continued milking the shaft until the man had no more to give. Unsure why, but with his spending complete she had bent her head and placed a kiss upon the mushroom shaped head before letting go of the now limp flesh.

“That I am sure will be much more to your liking. Drink it.”

With the man’s cum now intermixed with the wine, it had warmed the glass. Feeling her heart pounding, her excitement despite the demeaning order was no longer a surprise. It was because of it that she had sought out this man. Lifting the glass to her lips knowing that again each of her movements were being watched she had swallowed all of its contents before setting it back down on the table.

“Very good. The princess has proven herself capable of obedience. You will be contacted.”

“Yes Sir.” Still on her knees, she had again slowly nodded her head

He had then immediately departed. Rising from his place in the booth she had remained on her knees beside it. Only after he had left and the door had closed behind him, aware once more of the looks from the bar, she had stood and gathering up her purse had hurried out of the bar.

To be continued

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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