[Sweetlust]

It took sheer willpower--not that there was much I could actually do—to keep from spitting in Vic’s face. I considered myself fairly tough. I grew up in one of the toughest boroughs in the city. I’d kicked ass and had my own kicked, so I knew who to avoid and who not to piss off. Up until I met Phil, I’d done pretty well in keeping out of trouble. After Phil, it was one hellish situation after another and this was as bad as it got.

Nobody wanted to be on Vic Barbossa’s radar and here I was held prisoner in his car. I had no idea where he was taking me and whether I would live to see the next day. I’d been sexually assaulted, roughed up and scared shitless. My toughness seemed to have vanished for the time being.

I felt my stomach churning with fear. These guys were the real deal and my ass was Vic’s to command. The roiling sensation made me feel as if I was going to vomit at any moment. Little dry heaves racked my body as I trembled from the battering my mouth and cunt had taken from both men.

Vic’s fat cock had spewed its thick cream down my throat as he held my face pressed hard against him while the rhythmic pumping of his hips slowed. That thing kept spurting hot liquid until he slumped back against his seat sighing in satisfaction. I had no choice except to swallow. I gulped down his cum as if my life depended on it. I suppose, my life did depend on it at that moment.

Vic had fucked my mouth hard and without mercy as if I was one of the whores on the street plying their trade. I tried not to panic, knowing full well he could put a bullet in my head if I didn’t do as he ordered.

It was bad enough he’d used me, but then one of his men—his ‘guard dogs’—shoved his thick fingers into my unwilling pussy. Having two men using me at the same time always seemed hot when Phil and I watched the occasional porno, but now it just seemed dirty and humiliating.

I wanted to hide my face in shame when I felt my own body betraying me as it signaled the onslaught of an orgasm.

Ohhh….god…it feels so good! NO! NO! NO! I’m no slut! Don’t cum! Don’t cum for these animals!

Inside, a frantic little voice begged me not to cum. My mind rebelled at the idea of feeling anything but revulsion at their groping hands between my legs, Vic’s hard cock invading my mouth. Yet, my pussy was in heaven.

I came with a strangled moan. Vic kept my head pushed down, his softening cock still in my mouth, as I ground my pussy against the other man’s hand. When I was finally allowed to sit up, I couldn’t look at either of them. The men laughed and made rude comments calling me a hot fuck, a real cumslut and any other degrading name they could think of while I sat there and took it.

Vic spoke in amused tones as he revealed how I could work off Phil’s debt. I couldn’t believe really expected me to fuck for money, like I was some fucking whore trolling the streets for customers. He laughed at the incredulous look on my face when he talked about how much I could make performing anal sex. The disgust showed on my face as I spoke without thinking.

“No one…NO ONE has ever fucked me in my ass!” I leaned away from Vic, though I was still on my knees in the back of the SUV. He gave me a strange look, as if it was unusual for a woman not to have done anal. Well, I was one of the few who had not. One or two boyfriends jokingly tried to get me to do it, but I rebuffed them. Phil always wanted to do it, but I just wasn’t ready. I managed to keep him from popping my anal cherry, too.

“Huh.” Vic seemed to think something over, and then continued. “Oh really? Well don’t worry baby, we’re going to fix that real quick.” He winked at me, a grin splitting his face.

“Oh man…Boss…don’t give her to Tyrone and his boys! Shit…those motherfuckers will loosen her ass up real good!” The driver guffawed.

“Yeah, she’ll need a fucking doctor when they’re done with her!” the one called Rico snorted.


A tear slid down my cheek as his men broke into more laughter. I wearily pulled myself back up on the seat, pressing myself close to the door as much as I could. I didn’t want him to touch me again, not even by accident.

“Hey! Princess…keep that top off. I want to see those melons bouncing around. Lean back…yeah…like that. Now play with ‘em.” He tilted his head as if considering which position he wanted me to take.

“Please…I…I didn’t do anything wrong! Please, can’t you just let me go?” my voice began to tremble. I didn’t want to cry in front of these assholes, but I would if it got my ass out of this sling.

“Look, I let Phil off, and then other dickwads will take advantage of my generosity. So, sorry sweet tits I gotta make an example of you, and if I find that fucking cocksucker boyfriend of yours, I’ll ream his ass with a fucking two by four! Quit that boo hoo shit and start playing with your tits.” He leaned back and crossed one leg over the other watching me.

His men chuckled and made rude noises. I felt my face grow hot. I knew I was probably as red as a tomato with embarrassment. I began to tease my nipples, pinching and twisting them. I pulled on the two thickening nubs. Licking each of my forefingers I traced the dampness around each tip. I heard the approving murmurs of the men as my nipples stood out hard and proud.

“Now rub that clit of yours and get that pussy wet.” Vic was lightly rubbing his crotch. I dreaded to think of what he planned for me. I slid one hand underneath my skirt, my legs spread wide as I toyed with my clit. The bundle of nerves responded to my touch. It should. I masturbated most nights when Phil was too busy scoring a deal, getting high, or just plain missing in action. I had to bring myself off. I did so often and quickly.

“SHIT BOSS, I can smell that fresh baked pussy!” Rico called back to Vic. “When can we have a taste?” he grinned.

“Not today fellas. She’s destined for greater things. First, she’s got to be trained. I got a shitload of clients with some seriously fucked up tastes, but I think our little Princess here will get the job done once she gets the hang of things!” Vic roared with laughter along with the other guys.

Closing my eyes, I worked my pussy, dipping two, and then three fingers inside. I pumped them and pinched and rubbed my clit which was humming with the pleasurable sensations. I kept my eyes closed tight, imagining some made up guy I would rather be with to bring myself off. Then I felt it.

“Mmmm….mmmm….ohhh…oh…oh…oh…!” I began to breathe faster. “Oh…god…ohhh!” I breathed as the climax washed over me. I felt my skin tingle. My hair stood on end when I opened my eyes. Vic sat there, his cock out. It was hard and thick. I shook my head.

“Come here Princess.” He growled an evil look on his face.

“No…no...Please...I already…please!” I begged.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look begging. Yeah…you are going to make me a lot of money.” A dark look came across his features as he reached for me again; grasping my wrist and yanking me back toward his cock. It was more than my life was worth to resist considering my position in all this. I grudgingly suckled his cock, but kept my feelings to myself.

Sometime later, we arrived at what appeared to be an old warehouse. The SUV pulled into the front. Vic exited the vehicle followed by both his men. They unceremoniously pulled me from the back of the SUV and half dragged me through the security doors as each opened.

I was still naked from the waist up and attempted to keep my arms covering my breasts. It was hard with both men dragging me along.

The place looked deserted, but I found that to be untrue when we made our way down a corridor that led to a large room. There was a bar and a man standing behind it cleaning glasses, and several women just lounging about. They seemed to ignore us until they realized who had entered. The man quickly put down his glasses and pulled out a bottle of what looked like whiskey. The women primped and fluttered about making all sorts of annoying noise.

“Boss, I thought you weren’t due back until tomorrow night.” The bartender chuckled nervously. The women crowded around Vic and his men and me.

“Yeah Vic, why you ain’t tell us you was comin’ in tonight. We could’ve had a real party waitin’ for ya!” a tall, slender young black woman smiled broadly, sidling up to him. She wore a short black halter dress that clung to her body like a second skin revealing everything. Her long hair was pulled into a braid down her back.

“Vic! Baby, where’ve you been? You said you were taking me to New York soon as you got back!” another woman with fake nails and long blonde hair grasped his arm. He snatched it away.

“Back off bitch!” he barked and the women stopped in their tracks. The bartender produced a drink as Vic strode to the bar. His men still had me in tow. The women noticed me, the topless woman at that moment.

“Who da fuck is she!” the black woman growled.

“She your new girl, Vic?” the blonde whined, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. She pouted—a cute look on a fresh faced innocent girl. On her, it was affected and nasty.

“Well…well…Vic…did you bring us a new toy, or is she off limits?” the third woman who had been silent and watchful, now spoke. She was a redhead. She walked boldly over to the bar and stared me up and down.

“Keep your hands off the goods Deena. If I find that you’ve been fucking around with her, I’ll sew your cunt up and let customers use you as an ass slut. Vic ran his business with an iron fist. He was a cold-hearted bastard with an acute ability to read people. If anyone fucked with his shit, they were dead. Everyone in the city knew that, including me.

It was almost comical to see the women looking like the ‘brides of Dracula’ as they backed away from me. I almost expected them to hiss and scurry back into the shadows. I nearly grinned until the gravity of my situation hit me again.

Vic owned me—lock, stock and barrel. There was no getting around it. I could not afford to let my guard down and judging by the women’s various features, I was not a welcome addition.

“You! Take this bitch in the back. Get her cleaned up. I want the works and a hot outfit. Don’t be fucking stupid. You do anything to her and I promise, your drunken, crackhead daddy won’t even want your ass when I’m done with you!” he ordered, shoving me at the women. The black girl got to me first.

“I’ll take care of her, baby. C’mon hon, let Honey take care of you. Those other two sluts ain’t worth shit when it comes to stylin’ a bitch. Don’t give me that look, you cows…you know it’s true.” She took me by the hand and led me to the back as the other women looked on with varying degrees of animosity.

I could hear Vic ordering everyone to get to work. He sat down to have his drink, raising his glass to me.

“Here’s to you, baby. Welcome to Vic’s world!” he chuckled as he downed the shot of whiskey.

The girl leading me away chattered away as my life flashed before my eyes. Images of men fucking me in every way possible made my knees turn to jelly and not in a good way.