A Victim of the Recession

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The last six months had been dire. It had started when the factory where her father worked closed down. The loss of his salary was a huge blow. Then the coffee shop, which served mainly the factory workers and where her mother worked, closed too. Instead of her part-time earnings from the DVD store being hers to spend, Sally (and that is not her real name) found her money being used to put food on the table. Her parents started arguing. About money, of course. She used to shut herself away in her room, trying to block out their shouting. Her dad got some money in state benefits but they stopped. "Some irregularity!" Sally heard despite having her hands clasped over her ears.

For a time, the shouting stopped too. There were days without any arguments and without empty stomachs. But they did not last. Soon, the shouting started again. Worse than before. However, Sally had not been prepared for the sight that greeted her when she entered the kitchen when she came home from the DVD store.

Three strange men, two Hispanic looking; the third very dark-skinned who she took to be of African descent. None of them the sort you would want to meet, even in a well lit street. Thugs.

Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table, head in her hands; her father by the sink, while two of the men stood guard by the doors. In the DVD store, Sally played a game where she would give the customers names. The two Hispanic guys she instantly labelled Scar and Nose, because of damage to their faces; the other guy just had to be Lips - they were huge. Instinctively, Sally knew that things were bad.

"Welcome," said Scar as Sally walked in, her hands pulling her hair back into her usual ponytail. "Your father was just about to tell us how he is going to pay back his fucking loan."

"I can't, I don't have any money," her father murmured.

"Nothing at all? Perhaps we will just have to take what we fucking want then," replied Scar as he moved to stand behind her mother. Pulling her mother's head back, he slide his hand inside the top of her dress, groping at her breast.

Her father lurched forward, as if to stop Scar, but Lips was quicker. Out of nowhere, a pistol was pressed against her father's head.

"Where are you going?" Lips asked pushing her father backwards with the barrel. Scar dragged her mother up off the chair. With one hand, Scar clawed at her breast through her dress while the other pushed between her legs rubbing over her sex, deliberately showing her father how impotent, how useless, he was.

"Leave her alone!" cried Sally, distraught at the tears following down her mother's face. Scar simply chuckled. Although he stopped a few seconds later, it was because his mobile phone rang rather than through any compassion. As Scar moved to answer his phone, Sally ran to comfort her mother.

"No, nothing at all ... Yeah, all three," Sally heard Scar say. "Both? ... And him? ... Okay."

"Your lucky day," Scar said to her father. "You get to live. The boss says he has a little job that these two can do to help pay your debts."

"Nooooo!" cried her father although Scar ignored him, simply waving his little finger at Lips.

"Look, ladies. We have a choice," Scar said to Sally and her mother. "Either we turn him into a fucking cripple or you come and do a little job for us."

Lips tucked his gun away and grabbed at her father's hand, bending the little finger back until the sound of breaking bone and her father's scream echoed around the kitchen.

"Now, do we break all the other bones in his fucking body?" Scar asked. Sally found herself shaking her head, surrendering to doing the little job. She offered no resistance as Nose lifted her to her feet, as he led her out of the kitchen. Sally looked back at her father's distraught face; she held his eyes for a second before he bowed his head in defeat. She did not speak as Nose continued to lead her out of the house. Sally knew she ought to fight, to try to escape, to seek help, but she also knew that she could not. Her father's life and maybe those of her and her mother were at stake.

Sally allowed Nose to bundle her into the back of a van; her mother followed a few seconds later. They had to sit on the floor, adding to their discomfort. Neither Sally nor her mother spoke as the van moved off. Instead, Sally sat with her arms wrapped around her mother, both of them sobbing quietly. She took no notice of the time, the van could have been moving for just a few minutes or for over an hour.

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Eventually though, it stopped and the doors were opened. Scar and Nose dragged Sally and her mother out of the van and up an exterior stairway into an office above a scruffy warehouse unit.

Another man, who Sally assumed was the Boss, sat behind a large desk. He eyed them coldly as they stood before him.

"Mother and daughter," said Scar. "You think they could work as a mule team?"

The Boss clearly was not convinced. He stared at them for a while before shaking his head.

"No, too much risk that one or other of them would give the game away." Looking at Sally's mother, the Boss added, "Just the one. She can run the stuff for us while we look after her daughter. She will have good reason to deliver if she wants her daughter back. The question is, does she want her daughter to live?"

Sally caught her mother's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Of course, she wanted her daughter to live. The Boss nodded at Nose.

"Take her and explain what she has to do. And remind her, no delivery - no daughter."

After Nose lead her mother out of the office, the Boss just sat and stared at Sally. She felt more and more vulnerable, worrying about what plans the Boss had for her. Eventually, he spoke - just the one word.

"Strip."

"Pardon?" Sally replied. She knew that she had heard his command correctly but her response came out automatically.

"Strip," he repeated. Sally did not like where that action might lead and she shook her head.

"Please, no. Let me go," she begged, tears running down her cheeks. The Boss looked at Scar and nodded towards the door.

"Tell him to get rid of the mule once she has dropped the stuff off. Any way he likes as long as it hurts," he said. Scar started moving and Sally knew she had no choice.

"Okay," she murmured as her tears continued to run. "Okay."

The Boss put his hand up to stop Scar before waving at Sally for her to proceed. She noticed that her hands were shaking violently as she brought them up to the buttons on her blouse. Struggling to control her fingers, Sally undid the buttons one by one before slipping the blouse off her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. She stopped; she looked at the Boss as if pleading for him to let her go. He just pointed at her skirt. Again, Sally gave in and soon the skirt was on the floor. She felt even more vulnerable now, standing there in her bra and panties, oddly embarrassed that they did not match.

"Please," she begged again, trying to cover her underclothes with her hands. She felt Scar step up close behind her, his mouth close to her ear.

"Are you fucking stupid?" he hissed. "The Boss said strip, so fucking strip!"

Shaking again, Sally reached around her back and undid her bra before stripping off her panties. Instinctively, she place one hand over her breasts and one over her mound. Scar grabbed both her arms, pulling them around behind her back, exposing her to the Boss' gaze. Sally felt increasingly scared, fearing the worse.

"Over the desk," the Boss said. "Hold her." Scar pushed Sally up the desk, pushed her forward so that her chest lay on the desktop. He released her arms before moving around to the other side of the desk. Scar placed one hand on her head, pressed her head hard against the desktop, squashing her down. The Boss meanwhile moved round behind her, out of sight. Sally knew that something bad was going to happen.

Her scream ripped out as the Boss rammed his cock deep inside her without warning. She was not ready; her pussy was not ready. It felt as if his cock burned as he shoved it hard into her pussy. Squashed on the desktop, Sally could not reach to push him away. She tried pushing herself off the desk, but Scar just pressed her harder into the surface. The Boss started thrusting in and out, stretching her pussy open but it was still dry. Sally's tears started once more, running down onto the desk. With each thrust, she found herself being pushed against the edge of the desk, her screams mixed with pleas for the Boss to stop and gasping sobs. She prayed that he would finish quickly, that this would soon stop.

Sally's prayers were answered, eventually. She felt him pausing, throbbing. She felt him cum, his seed shooting into her. Now another thought, another prayer, flashed through her mind. She could not bear the idea of carrying this bastard’s child.

The Boss pulled out and Scar took his hand off her head, allowing Sally to move a little. She was not brave enough to lift herself off the desk and lay there waiting.

"Take her away," the Boss said. "Take her downstairs," Scar pulled at Sally's hair, lifting her up.

Relieved to be moving, moving away from the Boss, Sally allowed herself to be lead out and down the exterior staircase. It was dark outside, the gloom broken by a couple of dirty streetlights. Although she looked around in the hope of finding someone to rescue her, the road by the warehouse was empty - even the van had gone, presumably with her mother inside. As she climbed down, feeling the Boss' cum drying on her thighs, she realised that she was still wearing the trainers she had worn home from work; she started thinking about running. Sally waited until Scar was busy opening a door into the warehouse. She was off, running - naked. She did not know where the road went but she had to get away. She did not dare think about what would happen if she went inside the warehouse.

Sally's heart was pumping. She heard Scar shout, knew that he was chasing her. She began sobbing again as she ran, frightened for her life. Desperation drove her on. Yet Sally knew that it was hopeless. Scar was getting closer and closer, she knew he would be reaching out, that his hand would soon be grabbing at her ponytail. It came as no surprise when she felt her hair being held, being pulled, bringing her to a stop.

"You fucking stupid bitch!" Scar snarled at her. He twisted her around to face him, placing one hand around her throat. Sally felt his grip tightening, choking. Her hands flew up in a vain attempt to break his grip.

"Please, let me go," she gasped, struggling to breathe. "Your boss screwed me, now let me go."

"He might have, you little slut, but I haven't." He held her against the warehouse wall, one hand around her throat while the other fumbled with the front of his trousers. Scar took her there, pushed his cock into her pussy that was still sore after the attentions of the Boss. Although some of the Boss' cum remained in her pussy, it still hurt as Scar jammed his hard cock into her. The warehouse wall tore at Sally's back as he pummelled in and out.

His hand closed around her breast, squeezing, mauling at Sally's soft flesh. Fingers pinching hard around her nipple, rolling the little bud, causing yet more pain, more tears. Sally felt her mind divorce itself from her body, refusing to accept what was happening, separating itself from all the hurt. Her body was a limp rag, waiting for Scar to finish with it.

He stopped, pulled his still hard cock from her raw pussy. Scar pushed her to the ground, stood over her, jerking at his cock. Suddenly, his cum was spurting out, splashing onto her face, her hair. The shock, the smell, the stinging as some splashed into her eye, was too much for Sally. She retched, an acid ball shooting up from her stomach, before curling up into a ball.

Sally was only vaguely aware of Scar lifting her, of him half-dragging her back to the warehouse, of him passing her to Lips. Inside, an area had been set up with a few beds, cots with metal frames. Lips fixed handcuffs around one of Sally's wrists and the frame of one of the cots. She did not resist when Lips opened her mouth or when he popped some crumbled tablets into her mouth or when he poured in some water to wash the tablets down her throat,

Exhausted, Sally just curled back into her ball and fell asleep.

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The smell of frying bacon caught her attention as she started to wake the following morning. She felt very hungry. Confused at first by her surroundings, her memory of last night came flooding back and Sally screamed once more.

"Ah, you're awake," said Lips as he attended to a pan of bacon on a small cooker. "You want some breakfast?"

"Fuck you!" Sally snarled back.

Lips, the only other person in sight, came over and forced her mouth open. He pushed more crumbled tablets in, holding her mouth and nose closed so that she was forced to swallow. Lips repeated the process with a little water, ensuring that Sally had swallowed the tablets.

"Sorry about that," he apologised. "Just a little something to help you," he added before undoing the handcuffs, releasing her wrist.

"There is a toilet and a shower over there," he nodded to a corner door. "Oh, and your clothes and a hair brush too. But don't get too excited, there are no windows and no other way out. When you're finished, I'll do you some breakfast."

Surprised by the kindly words from the large black thug, Sally muttered a thanks before shuffling off to the shower - noticing as she went that her shoes had disappeared. She hadn't expected Lips to lie about there being no way out and a quick glance told her that there was no escape. There was a large and clean shower as well as a pile of towels on a warming rail. Sally just wanted to wash away the events of yesterday. She still felt soiled, ashamed. She stood under the shower and let the water run and run. Sally suddenly started to feel light-headed as she began to relax. She knew that she was not safe but did not feel brave enough to try to escape again. Lips had spoken kindly to her, perhaps the worse was over, perhaps her mother would deliver the 'stuff' today and they could both go home.

A rumble in her stomach reminded Sally that fried bacon was on offer. She suddenly felt hungry. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a warm towel - only to yelp when it rubbed over her back. A look in the mirror confirmed that her back was covered with scratches caused by the warehouse wall. Carefully, she dried her body and used the hairbrush and an unexpected hairdryer to untangle her hair, which she again pulled back into a ponytail. Her clothes were there, all except her shoes, and she hurriedly pulled them on. A touch of normality in a strange world.

Lips was still the only one there when she came out of the shower room. "Bacon?" he asked, smiling at her. "And some coffee?"

"Yes to both, please," Sally replied before sitting on the end of her bed. 'Her bed?' she thought - had she accepted her situation already?

Nothing further was said as Lips served her a pile of bacon and toast and a mug of coffee, although she noticed that he made sure the coffee was not very hot before trusting her with the mug. She dismissed the idea of throwing it into his face before running off, besides they had probably taken her shoes to stop her from running.

"Does your back hurt," he asked, as he finished washing up her breakfast things. Sally nodded.

"They are only pain-killers, but they should help a little," Lips said as he offered her a couple of tablets and a cup of water. Trustingly, Sally took the tablets and washed them down.

"When will let me go?" she asked.

Lips ran his thick fingers over his shaven head before shaking his head. "That is not up to me. I let the boss make the decisions and he is out of town right now. You'll just have to be patient. I'm sorry but I am under orders to chain you to the bed," Lips added apologetically. Sally watched as he took hold of her wrist. She thought how small her hand looked when wrapped in his. She allowed him to lift her arm, to slip the handcuff back on.

"Sorry, but I have to do both wrists," he said as he reached across for her other arm. "It's alright," Lips added as he smiled softly.

"As long as you let me go to the toilet when that coffee works through," Sally replied humorously, trying to make light of her predicament. She did not offer any resistance as Lips lifted her other arm, as he slipped another handcuff around her wrist.

As Sally lay there, the light-headed feeling returned; her head began to spin. 'Something's not right. The ceiling should not be dissolving like that,' she thought before blacking out.

When she came too, Lips was sitting beside her on the bed, his hand gently stroking her hair, the side of her face. She looked up at his face and smiled weakly. "What happened?" Sally asked.

"Oh, you were probably reacting to last night and this morning," he replied as he stroked his fingertips across her cheek. She found the gentleness of his touch vaguely comforting and snuggled briefly in encouragement. Lips traced the outline of her jaw before dropping his fingers onto her neck, brushing lightly back and forth, causing Sally to softly moan with pleasure. His fingers dropped lower, running along her collarbone. His touch was light, gentle, unthreatening. Sally noticed his hands smelt of soap as she breathed deeply. Lips ran his fingers round to her throat, down into the v made by the front of her blouse, down to play with the top button. Still Sally enjoyed the lightness of his touch. But she shook her head when Lips he popped open the top button.

"No!" she started, trying to lift herself up off the bed. "Please, no." Another wave of dizziness swept through her head; she collapsed back. She tried to move her arms, realising that she was trapped.

"No?" said Lips. "But I haven't had my turn." He grasped the front of her blouse in both hands, ripped it open, buttons flying across the room.

Sally tried to scream, but managed only a groan of protest as her hope that her ordeal was over faded away. She had no more tears to shed; she didn't even bother kicking out when Lips lifted her skirt or when he tore off her panties. He pushed her legs open and lowered his mouth down onto her sex. His breath hot on her skin, his tongue warm and wet as it lapped at the hood that hid her clit, drawing circles around it. There was no urgency in his movements, no sudden desire to take her. She felt his tongue flickering over her hidden bud, pushing back the hood before teasing her clit, flicking over it so lightly again and again.

Lips ran a fingertip along her pussy, softly, slowly moving up and down - caressing her pussy lips, making them feel warmer and warmer as he stroked. His tongue and finger working unhurriedly to give her pleasure.

Sally's body started to react to Lips' tender attention. Her eyes opened wide as she thought how wrong it was that her body reacting so differently to her mind, which sought to block out all her feelings, all her emotions. Yet she was strangely pleased when she noticed that Lips' finger was no longer dry, that it was starting to pick up her silky juices. Screwing her eyes shut, Sally let her body respond to his touch. Her hips began to move, lifting and lowering her pussy as she rubbed it against his finger, as she tried to increase the pressure of his tongue. She felt his finger slip between her lips, spilling her juices out, making his finger slippery and helping as it started to slide in and out.

The first orgasm took her by surprise. Sally gasped in shock. She had not realised that she could come so quickly. Even in the sanctuary of her bedroom, she had never responded so fast. She found herself wondering why her body had done so now. Could it be that she wanted this? She shook her head, dispersing that train of thought.

Lips pressed his mouth around her clit, sucking the now hard little bud into his mouth. A spasm of pleasure ran through Sally's body as he closed his teeth around her clit. A second finger slipped into her pussy, two fingers coated with her silky juices. Two thick fingers sliding in and out, pushing a little deeper each time. Two thick fingers rotating inside her as she pushed against Lips' hand.

"Please," she said as she started moving her hips faster. Lips responded, making his fingers fly in and out of her pussy - pushing harder, faster - his knuckles slapping against her lips. His tongue flickering over her clit in time with his fingers. Sally ground herself against him. She felt another orgasm building rapidly; she pressed her thighs around Lips, she held her breath.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried as the pleasure grew into a shuddering climax. A brief movement caught her eye and she turned her head to see Scar watching, a smirk across his face. He held her stare while she continued to quiver before turning away, moving out of sight. Sally smiled at the thought that Scar had seen her come, oddly pleased that he would know that he had not given her that pleasure. She looked down at Lips' shaven head as he continued to stimulate her.

"Fuck me." she hissed. "I want your cock in me." Sally was amazed at her own demand. For a moment, she tried to work out whether she really did want him or whether it was another way of getting back at Scar. Either way, she did not really want to know the answer. ‘What am I doing? How have I come to this?’ she asked herself.

Lips needed no second invitation. He sat on the edge of the cot, took off his socks and shoes before standing to shed his top. Sally’s eyes took in Lips’ muscular body as his top came off, guessing that he worked out regularly. He dropped his trousers and her eyes moved to his briefs, to the bulge. She had never had a black lover before, never seen a black cock. She had heard the stories and she could tell from the bulge that she was not going to be disappointed. Seeing Lips standing there made Sally feel more aroused.

'I should not be feeling like this, should not be enjoying this,' she thought. Yet, seeing his cock spring into view as he slipped his briefs off, she knew she wanted it; she wanted to feel his cock inside her.

Once free of his clothes, Lips wasted no time. He moved back between her legs, lowering his body onto hers, bringing his cock to her pussy. She wantonly twisted her legs, opening herself wide for Lips. Sally wanted to wrap her arms around him, to draw her fingernails over his back as he pushed into her, but was frustrated by the handcuffs. Lips pressed his cock against her pussy, slowly opening her lips. She had had a few boyfriends and Lips stretched her a little more than they had, but she was so aroused that it felt so good. Lips paused with the head of his cock buried in her pussy. Then, with one thrust, he was deep inside her, filling her like no other.

The flash of a camera caught her eye. She looked over to see Scar watching as Lips filled her. Flash! Scar brought the camera to his eye and took another picture. 'Sad bastard,' thought Sally. 'Probably wants something to wank over.' The sensations running through her body were too intense for her to be able to protest, for her to want to protest.

Lips started to pump in and out. Swift, powerful thrusts. Sally clenched her wet pussy around him, squeezing his hard cock. Soon, she was busy bucking her hips, matching his movements, driving him deep inside her, causing his cock to bang against her cervix. Flash!

"Slut." Scar said he took another picture. "You are just a filthy whore." Flash!

Somehow, his words and actions made Sally even more turned on. She wanted to be a slut, to be a filthy whore. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around Lips. Holding him tight against her as they moved together. Rutting. She felt his cock throbbing, knew he was about to come. Another orgasm ripped through her body as Lips exploded inside her. Flash!

Sated, Lips pulled out of Sally. He climbed off the bed, moving to stand beside her head. His wet and softening cock close to her face, close to her mouth. Without thinking, she moved to take him in her mouth, closing her lips around him so she could suck and lick him dry. The familiar taste of her juices mixed with the taste of him cum. Flash! She ran her tongue around the head, underneath the head, along the slit. She wanted to thank Lips. 'Thank him?' the question leaped from the rational part of her mind. 'Thank him for raping me? Did he? Did he rape me, or did I want him? Did I need him?'

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Flash! She saw Scar taking a picture from the foot of the bed, of her as she lay spread-eagled, her legs wide apart, a black cock in her mouth. Sally knew that it would show Lips' cum trickling out of her. Scar passed the camera to Lips before climbing on the bed. Sally stated to shake her head, rolling it from side to side.

"No. Please no," she said as she watched him release his cock.

Scar picked up her ankles, lifting her legs up in the air, bending them up towards her body, lifting her pelvis. He held her legs with one hand, ran his tongue over the fingers of his other hand before wiping those fingers between her ass cheeks - over her rosebud. No one had ever touched her there; she had never even thought or wanted to explore that part of her body.

"No!" this time Sally did manage to scream. "No, not there."

"Slut," Scar said as he smirked at her. She felt him probing, pushing a fingertip against her secret little entrance as he pressed down on her legs to hold her still.

"I'll suck your cock," she begged. "You can fuck my cunt. Just please not my ass." Yet Sally knew she was wasting her breath, she knew that Scar would do what he wanted. She clenched her muscles, trying to stop him from forcing his finger into her ass. Scar just probed harder. She felt him running his fingertip up to her pussy, picking up Lips’ cum to help lubricate her ass.

“Aahhh,” Sally gasped as Scar pushed his finger back against her ass. “No, please. No, I will do anything. Anything at all. But please, not there.” Her pleas grew more desperate as Scar wormed his finger inside, hurting as he forced it past her entrance.

Sally screwed her eyes tight shut, trying to shut out the abuse, the pain. She knew that if this was just his finger, it was going to really hurt when he stuck his cock in there. She found herself panting, trying to relax, as Scar worked his finger in and out, as he used more of Lips’ cum to make her ass wet.

“No, no, no. Please, no,” Sally cried as Scar shifted his body, as he took his finger away from her ass. She dreaded what was about to happen. He rubbed his cock up and down between her ass cheeks. Sally felt him smearing his pre-cum around her rosebud as he pushed harder on her legs, lifting her pelvis further.

Tossing her head from side to side, clenching her fists, Sally started biting her lip as she tensed. She could feel his cock starting to stretch her, spreading her little hole wider and wider. Too much!

“Arrgghh!” Sally shrieked as he forced the head of his cock into her. “Please, please stop! It hurts,” Scar almost ignored her. That smirk flicked across his face again before he pushed, harder than before, stretching her even more, causing Sally to shriek again. The pain was too much. Sally’s mind started shutting down, her vision blurred before she blacked out.

She came too some time later, spluttering as Lips forced more tablets down her throat. She coughed and choked as he poured water into her mouth, as he forced her to swallow. As her body awoke, Sally became aware of the burning soreness in her ass. At least Scar was not in sight. From the tenderness of her ass, she assumed that Scar had not stopped, that he had pumped his cock on and out of her ass until he came. She twisted her head into the bed, muffling her anguished crying.

The tablets made her feel light-headed again, but at least they took the pain away. Briefly, Sally felt her mind floating away from her sore body before she blacked out again.

Noise outside, angry shouting, woke Sally. She heard the banging of car doors, the sounds of people running. Nose came into sight. 'Nose! Where is my mother?' she thought, remembering how she had been led away yesterday. 'Was it just yesterday?' Sally began to worry that things gone wrong, that her mother had not made the delivery. She curled herself up into as tight a ball as she could manage, hoping yet fearing.

Nose saw her cringing on the bed. "Yeah, she fucked up," he told her. "She is going to suffer now."

'What did he mean?' she thought. 'Suffer? Were they going to rape her too? At least she was still alive.' Scar bundled her mother into the sleeping area, threw her to the floor. Her head covered by a cloth sack but Sally recognised her mother's dress.

"Mum!" Sally called. The sack turned towards the sound and she heard her mother start to answer before Scar lashed out with a boot. She heard her mother gasp out at the sudden pain.

"Who gave you permission to speak, you fucking bitch," he said to her mother. Scar and Nose tossed the bedding off one of the other cots, turned the frame onto its end, before leaning it against a wall. They dragged her mother to the frame, tied her wrists and ankles to the metalwork. Nose reached out, took the front of her dress in both hands and with a single tug ripped it completely open. A knife appeared in his hand; he sliced open her bra allowing her motherly breasts to spill out. He dragged the tip of the blade down between her breasts, down over her stomach, leaving a trail of bright red as it grazed the skin, before cutting away her knickers.

Scar came and sat on the bed with Sally, facing Nose and her mother. "I want you to watch this, bitch. I want you to learn what happens if you don't do exactly as we say," he said. She watched as Nose threw a bucket of water over her mother, over the sack; drenching the sack, her body and the ragged remains of her clothes. Sally heard her mother struggling to breathe, gasping for air through the wet sack. Nose rummaged in a cupboard, pulled out some sort of wand. He moved back to her mother, allowed the wand to brush against her mother’s body. Sally heard her mother’s muffled scream as the wand delivered an electric shock.

“Watch!” Scar ordered, grabbing Sally’s chin as she went to shut her eyes. Nose played the wand up the inside of her mother’s thighs; shock after shock making her mother jerk against her restraints, making her scream again and again. Sally watched as her eyes welled up, as she tried to block the sight of her mother being tormented. Nose ran the wand against her mother’s sex. Sally heard her mother shriek as the shock hit her there; heard her mother retching inside the mask.

"And what do you think your ma will think of you when she sees the photos of your lips wrapped around a black cock?" Scar asked. “When she sees how much you enjoyed being fucked? She will know that you are a dirty little slut. What will you pa think? Or your friends?”

Nose gave up with the wand. Sally though for a moment that her mother’s torture was over but Nose took up a cigarette lighter. She saw him flick the lighter, saw the flame as he held the lighter underneath one of her mother’s breasts, heard her mothers screeching as the flame licked at her breast.

Sally twisted her head away, screwed her eyes shut. But she could not block out the screams as Nose played the flame under both breasts, under both nipples, in turn. A pause as Nose moved and Sally could hear her mother gulping for air.

“No, no, no, no. No! Please, no, no! Not here!” her mother cried. Sally knew she had to look, then wished she hadn’t. She saw Nose playing the lighter up the inside of her mother’s thighs, following the same path as the wand, allowing the flame to lick up her legs as he slowly moved the lighter higher. Sally screwed her eyes shut again, pressed her head against her arm in an attempt to block out the noise. She knew her mother would scream again as the flame touched her between her legs.

“Aaaggggggh!” her mother yelled, her scream echoing around the room, around inside Sally’s head. She could hear her mother throwing up again, throwing up inside the sack before fainting, as the smell of burning hair drifted across the room.

“You want that done to your sweet cunt?” Scar asked Sally.

“No, please let us go,” Sally replied. “You have had your fun.”

“Ah, we might have had some fun, but the boss is still short a load of money. You prepared to help us if we let you ma go? Help us get some money back?”

Sally was not in a fit state to give a rational answer. She simply nodded. ‘Anything,’ she thought. ‘Anything to stop this.’

“Leave her,” Scar called out as Sally nodded again. “Going to take this one down to Joe’s. Get her to earn her keep.” Scar undid the handcuffs, allowing Sally the chance to rub her chaffed wrists. He grabbed at her ripped clothes, pulling her towards the door.

“Not like this,” Sally said. “I need new clothes.”

“Ha!” Scar laughed. “You won’t need many clothes at all.” Sally began to dread what might happen next. He pulled her out of the warehouse and pushed her into the back of van before slamming the door shut.

Inside the warehouse, Nose picked up a baseball bat. He waved it around experimentally a couple of times before bringing the bat down hard across her mother’s stomach. She gasped as it crashed into her body, at the feeling of things breaking inside. Again. Over her breasts this time, surely snapping ribs as it landed. Again. Over the sack, smashing into her face as her mother drifted into oblivion. Again and again as Nose turned her into bloody pulp.

[Blister]

The van pulled up down a dingy grey street and Scar led Sally to what she assumed was the back door. It was not yet dark and she saw a small siding window open when Scar tapped on the otherwise blank door, saw a pair of eyes take in Scar and Sally before the window closed. Sally assumed that Scar had been recognised for a few seconds later she heard bolts being drawn back and the door opened. Scar walked in, down a dark hallway; Sally simply followed, her head was hurting and she could not stop shivering even though she was not cold. Into a back room, dimly lit and full of cigarette smoke, set with poker tables – all but one empty. The players paid them no attention as Scar went through another door, emerging behind the bar.

Scar started talking to the guy behind the bar, who ran his eyes up and down her body - leering at her. ‘Joe,’ Sally assumed. A tired looking juke-box in one corner was playing tired sounding jazz. Even the tables and chairs that were dotted around the bar room looked tired. This was not a place that nice guys took their girlfriends. A couple of rough types were sitting a one of the tables, nursing their beers. She guessed that it was too early for the place to be busy. Lips was leaning up against the other end of the bar.

Sally smiled at him in recognition. ‘Why am I smiling at him?’ she asked herself. She watched as he picked up a couple of shot glasses and a bottle off the bar, watched as he walking up to her.

Lips put the glasses down beside her on the bar and poured two shots. He picked up the glasses and offered one to Sally. She took it, sniffed at the content. Tequila. Lips held up his glass in toast, before downing the shot. Sally almost automatically followed suit, allowing the liquid to warm her throat. Lips poured out another two shots as he opened his other hand, offering the contents to Sally. She looked down at the tablets, reached out and grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth before she even had a chance to think about what she was doing. She washed the tablet down with the tequila. Lips continued held his hand open, inviting Sally to take another, as he poured another shot. She did, rather she took two that quickly followed the first again washed down by the tequila.

Sally tipped her head back and shut her eyes, waiting for the tablets to take effect. ‘I don’t even know what they are,’ she remembered. ‘Anything though to get rid of this headache. I feel so rotten.’ There, she could feel the aches lifting, her head easing. She looked at Lips again, smiled warmly at him in thanks. He held her gaze as he slipped his hand inside her torn blouse, as he fondled her breast through her bra. Sally just stood there, basking in the good feeling generated by the tablets and the tequila, allowing him to touch her.

“Right, slut,” Scar announced, making her jump slightly. “You will be working here tonight. You job is to entertain the customers. They’ll pay us and you will do whatever they have paid for. Understand?” In the rosy glow of the tablets, Sally nodded almost unaware of what Scar had said.

The next few hours passed in a blur for Sally. She knew she was taken back into the poker room. Once there Scar persuaded the winning players to use the pots to buy her clothes, her torn blouse, her skirt and her bra. Soon she was naked and the only thing left to sell was her body. At first, the men seemed reluctant, paying simply to stroke or kiss her breasts. She sat on the poker table at one point, rubbing her pussy as the men threw their chips between her legs. However, the reluctance did not last long and it was not long before she was wrapping her hands and lips around cocks. Soon her throat, her pussy and her ass were being pounded. Scar had his camera out, clicking away as she pleasured the men. More than once she found drinks being thrust into her hands, drinks to wash down the cum that filled her mouth and throat.

She was taken back into the main room and made to crawl naked along the bar. Sally was conscious that there were more guys in there than earlier, she heard them calling her names, laughing as they taunted her.

She was on the floor in the bar room, crawling between the tables, underneath the tables, on the tables. Still Scar encouraged the men to part with their money, to use Sally in whatever way they wanted while he took more photographs. Scar was charging by the finger. Even more for a cock. Sally’s jaw, pussy and ass began to ache, even through the numbing effect of Lips’ tablets. More drinks, more tequila, vodka and rum; and a couple of lines of coke. More fingers, more cocks.

She knew she had been sick. She guessed Joe had expected it, for he had had a bucket ready. The ‘customers’ seemed to enjoy seeing her being sick. She vaguely heard cheers as she tried to shake out the acid taste in her mouth, as she washed it down with yet more drink. Scar continued to take money in exchange for her services, as the demands became increasingly perverted. Her brain refused to function; it refused to accept, to record the abuse she was having to suffer.

Someone must have paid to use her as an ashtray, she shrieked as he stubbed his cigarette out on her back. It brought waves of pain as others paid to stub out cigarettes on more sensitive parts of her body.

She was in the toilet. The splashes on her face as a man emptied his bladder over her body and the flashes of Scar’s camera disturbing her as she tried to rest.

Something scratching against her face caused her to jerk awake. Sally caught sight of a rat as it scuttled away. Her head was splitting, her body shaking. She brought her world into focus, realised she was sitting in the gutter, naked beside a pool of vomit. Daylight did nothing to improve the dingy grey street. She saw photographs lying in the dirt beside her, photographs of her entertaining Lips and many others she did not recognise.

She wanted her head to stop hurting, wanted to stop her body from shaking. Sally tried to work out what to do, where to go. Briefly, she thought about going home. She thought about how her mother and father would react if they saw the photographs of her, if they realised what she had done. No, she could not go home. Besides, they didn’t have Lips’ tablets. At that thought, she knew she had to have another one, maybe two. Just to stop her head from hurting so much, just to stop her body from shaking. She wanted a tablet more than anything else. Her eyes focused on the blank doorway in the back street. ‘Was it only last night?’ Sally thought.

She pulled herself to her feet, staggered to the door. Hoping that she would find Lips inside, hoping that he would give her a tablet or two. Her hand made only a slight noise as she tried to bang on the door, but it was enough. The sliding window opened. The bolts were drawn and she was allowed in.

Her heart leapt. Lips was there! She smiled at him, hoping that he would not care about her dirty dishevelled state, although she brushed her hair behind her ear. He held out one tablet between his thumb and finger. Sally almost pounced on it, swallowed it before he could take it away.

“That is your last free one,” he said. “Yesterday was for the boss. From now on you work for me and you earn each little pill.”

Sally didn’t care. As long as she could get a tablet. She sank to her knees, undid Lips’ trousers. She pulled out his cock before wrapping her hands, her lips, around it to thank him, to show how much she loved him. She was home.

[GermanChick]

Wow ...


rougher than I'm used to - but that's ok every once in a while!

Thanks!

xox

[Kristen]

I liked it a lot! You're a good writer. Yes, it was rough, but it felt real. And hot.

[Lonetone]

A well written , entertaining and very arousing read. I bet the scenes that didn't make it to the page are delicious