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Sitting quietly in front her make-up mirror, Tina Swanson could not help but feel sorry for herself. Her previous life, as hard as it was, was over. Now it would just be hell. In less than 24 hours, she had been completely destroyed. In the mirror, staring back at her was a blonde slut. Her hair was now neatly done up again. Lip glossed had been applied to her lips, giving it a suggestive shine. All of which would suggest a state of normalcy- an attractive girl making herself more attractive. Yet, the flaky semen on her face reminded her of her role in life – Carlos’ bitch. She was afraid of him, so much so that when he casually told her to keep his cum on her body, she did.
The entire day passed by as a blur. Carlos had generously came back to leave his beat up car for her so she can drive Alex home from school. He took all the cash in her wallet to catch a cab. When she took his car, he found a darker reason for his return. On the passenger’s seat was a black silk dress – flimsy and small, some lace undergarments, and an a pair of obscenely high heeled shoes. Attached to it was a piece of notebook paper with some chicken scratch on it. She had to read and reread to understand its humiliating content.
Hey Slut:
I found out why a slut like
you can’t get enough cock. You have to show off your whore’s body. Tits, legs, and ass. Flash some cunt while you’re at it. I’m
helping you out. Wear this tonight with the thongs and lace panties. And the streetwalker shoes. Remember to dolly up. If I don’t
like it, you’re going to the big house and we’ll adopt Alex. Oh, these clothes
cost $300. You’ll pay me back in full.
Carlos
ps. Hope you haven’t forgotten not to wash. We’ll be
giving you another bath tonight.
A tear slipped passed her tightly closed eyes as she remembered what she had done to the only person she loved – little Alex. In order to avoid having him see her like this or worse, meet those men, she had crushed a slipping pill and powdered his food with it. She was alone, and so terribly scared.
The doorbell rang, and she sashayed her way to the door in her heels. There were no surprises on the other side. Carlos and Juan were standing there. Carlos the short stocky Mexican, and Juan was the slightly taller skinny one. Both were in the same thug outfit. Khaki pants sagging, oversized white T’s leaving their bear tattooed arms expose. In addition, the two of them shared the same welcoming smile. “Not happy to see us?” asked Carlos.
“Not at all sir,” replied Tina sounding foolish. The delinquent pair were just several years her junior, and yet she was constantly addressing them as her superior.
“Then how about a kiss. A deep sluttish one that you give to a man,” requested Carlos.
Obediently, the girl tipped toed and embraced, both orally and bodily, each of the men. “Hmmm,” cooed Carlos. Leaning over her, he sniffed her neck. “Smells like my nuts. That’s my bitch for sure.” The men shared a good laugh while the girl gave them an embarrassed smile. “Come on now,” her man said, holding her hand, “we’ve got a date. Time to get some thug love puta,” and led her into their car.
Juan was the driver this time around. After all, it was Carlos bitch. He was not jealous knowing his homeboy shares. In the back, Carlos had one hand around Tina’s shoulder and the other roaming her body. Her body was his- his playground. He loved how the silk felt. It was light and smooth. The design was magnificent as well. While the strap held the dress onto a woman’s body, it had a deep neckline. The material covered, but they fell short, not even to mid-thigh. There was where Carlos had his hand, between Tina Swanson’s tanned athletic thighs. Her face grimaced in pain. This was expected as Carlos pudgy fingers pinched her inner thighs even after she parted them for his inspection. He rubbed her sex through the thong and cruelly crushed her clit against her body. She let out a painful gasp but quickly transformed the pained expression to one of lust when Carlos stared at her. “How’s Alex?” he asked.
Tina understood the threat, and she told herself not to make the same mistake again. With renewed enthusiasm, she allowed Carlos to pinched and pawed her body. “Sit here and face me,” her master commanded. She did, draping one long leg after the other on either side of Carlos. He admired his choice of shoes. High heeled with the straps that keep it on her ankles. They won’t fall when they fuck her. He put his hands under her sex. “Fuck my finger.” As simple as that, Tina Swanson, young and sexy Tina Swanson, gyrated her crotched against the disgusting fingers of the man who’s semen still reeked from the pores of her body.
Inside Carlos run down home, Tina Swanson, pretty, white, and classy, was in complete contrast to her surrounding. A Hispanic teenager nervously stuck out her hand, “Nice to meet you,” he spoke in accented English.
Surprised by his politeness, she extended her own hand. “A pleasure.”
She learned that the young man was Jose, Carlos’ nephew. The teenager was in obvious shock as to how his uncle and Juan had brought home such a sexy girl. She was obviously not a prostitute. She was too clean and her eyes shone keenly. Yet she was dressed extremely provocatively. Sluttish was the only fitting word. Her dress was pretty much bedroom material.
“No need to be so polite,” Jose’s uncle said. “She’s a slut. My slut, and she’ll fuck you if she gets a chance.”
Tina glanced at the floor. The youth looked incredulously at the scene. His uncles control over the girl was absolute. “How you like to see her naked?” he asked.
“Si, quiero,” was the teenager’s response. He was surprised at his instinctive answer, and retroactively blushed, and too stared at the floor. When he finally had the courage to look up, the girl was naked except the heels. Juan laughed.
“See? Puta is a puta. Fucking can’t stand clothes no matter how little they wear,” the skinny man mocked.
“Bad news for you girl,” said Carlos. “You’re not getting much of man cock tonight. You’re going to repent.”
The girl looked up surprised. Before she could mutter a thing, the men led her down into a dark basement. They tied her hands behind her. Her palms faced one another as if in prayer or in pleading. The difference was it was behind her, painfully arching her shoulder and jutting out her breasts. Her hair was tied and lifted painfully back pulling her up onto tip toes.
“Please, what are you going to do?” begged Tina.
“Come on Jose, join us. You’re an hombre now,” urged Carlos.
The scene was already too much for the lad. He had already came in his pants. Seeing this, his Uncle took the soiled briefs and plastered the semen onto the girl’s face. “Lick the rest up,” he ordered.
The tied girl’s pink tongue lithely darted from her mouth and lapped hungrily at the boy’s jism. Tired and possibly bored by her lack of success, the man jammed it into her mouth. Juan produced some electric tape to which they taped her mouth shut. Tears began to well up again and streaked her face. Her legs trembled from standing on her toes.
The men released the belts from their pants. “This is for Jesus. The kid who died,” and began to whip her. Even Jose, oblivious to the girl’s evil fate, joined in. He aimed his blows at her calves, mesmerized by how taut they were. The shoes were something. Each man attacked the girl according to his fetish. Carlos aimed at her thighs. The back, the front, and even the interior by forcing the girl to participate in her own torture. Whenever she tried to close her legs, Carlos would stop the beating and repeat in a slow calm voice to tell her to open them. As the girl’s long legs parted, he would carefully aim a blow, first at her crotch, then at her inner thighs. Struggling to keep her instincts at bay, the girl would shift in her bonds.
For Juan, he was in tit heaven. Each blow aimed cruelly at her breasts. He liked how they jiggled and bounce with each stinging hit. Her back was not spared as if the men wanted to turn the white girl into a reddish pulp. Finally after an eternity, the men stopped. Carlos went over to a tool box and produced two alligator clips. Tina with her head tied back saw it and started to whimper. It was no use. He clipped them onto her tortured nipples, and the girl convulsed in her bonds. They waited for her to calm down.
Looking into her eyes, he told her that she was going to pack back the Mexican neighborhood for her sins. “You don’t know what he means?” asked Juan.
The girl shook her head gingerly. “You’re going to be a real cheap puta. $10 fuck slut. Cum bucket for man seeds,” continued the man. Tina shook her head more violently now. They cannot whore her. Rape was enough. Sharing her between them was enough. Now they wanted to whore her? This was too much.
Carlos, ignoring her resistance dragged out a large square box, with menacing looking wires. Slowly he attached them to her clamps. A dial was turned, and the bound blonde girl screamed, violently into Jose’s cum soaked briefs, almost choking on its contents.
She held out as best as she could, but after an hour of electrocution, the girl was resigned to her fate. It was a losing battle. They occupied all the key areas on the battlefield. Whether she assented to it or not was minor. She finally realized that. They were going to whore her anyway. If not, they can just invite people over to rape her. Was she going to say no thank you and leave? They had the tape and that meant her future and Alex’s. The act now was just to humiliate her. She had to be humiliated. So when the men removed the clamps from her tortured nipples which sent another whimper from her, she nodded her head like a crazed woman.
Carlos removed the tape from her mouth, and while she pushed the foul briefs from her mouth, she was released from her bounds. “What are you now?” quizzed Carlos.
“Tinnie’s a fucktoy. Carlo’s bitch. Mexican whore. Cumbucket,” answered the girl in the third person and with her new name. Tinnie was more childish, more degrading. She hoped that one of those adjectives would make the men happy. Was it enough? She saw Carlos playing with the clips, opening and closing them.
Scared, the girl crawled over to her owner. “Please, Tinnie’s good. Tinnie fucks well. Tinnie fuck for you sir. Fuck for money. Tinnie make you rich.”
Carlos shook her head. “No se,” he said in Spanish, and looked over to his nephew who had another hard on. He had another idea. Juan who was videotaping the whole thing smiled. “Come here Jose,” Carlos gestured. “Look into the camera and tell them how old you are.”
“Eighteen,” the youth said with his erect penis pointing back at the camera.
Carlos then walked over to the girl and whispered into her ears. Her eyes darted back and forth as if thinking of an alternative. Finally, the men patted her matted hair and walked up towards the stairs. Jose followed, but the girl crawled after him. Hugging his leg, she kept him. The men looked back, smiled, and left.
“Please sir,” she said to the boy. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Tinnie’s got a tight cunt. Put it here, in my warm cunt.” As she said those words, she laid face down, arching her back and spreading her legs, exposing her pussy.
Unable to hold himself anymore, Jose mounted her. Screaming in pain, the girl felt every painful thrust. She was still sore from last night. With this new intruder, she felt a new type of pain – that of a slut. Tina Swanson was now fucking in front a camera. The boy slapped her ass, and yanked her blonde locks painfully back. Arching her neck to ease the pain, she screamed, “Ooooh daddy…yeeaaa…ride this slut…ooohhhHH.”
An endless stream of tears rolled down her chin. No matter how you look, the youth who was punishing her and living out his adolescent fantasy on the perfect body of this white girl was the aggressor. No, he was not he rapist. She was. Tinnie the slut was raping the adolescent, and all of it was documented on film. This was her gift to Carlos and Juan to further strengthen their absolute hold on her. Right now, she lifted her legs and rested them on the shoulders of this skinny youth. Her high heels still on her as he deeply penetrated her. She clenched her already tight pussy. This was her gift to Jose, her eighteen year old master.
He was about to cum. She felt his penis twitching. In an instant, the twenty three year old’s vagina was flooded by the semen of a boy five years her junior. Finally, she was worthy. Her formerly useless cunt had now served its purpose- to receive cum, just like the rest of her body. Cum was why she was alive and free. They cum in her, on her, and she would live to see Alex grow up. One day, she was sure, the men would be bored of her. Maybe that would be when her looks fade or when she died of some contracted disease, but in the near future, she would be theirs.
Carlos no longer had her walk around in his cum. She needed to work to support him. During the day, she went about her old job. It was at Carlos whim that she would work as his whore. Her wardrobe also changed. She no longer wore slacks or long pants. A slut’s asset must be on display. Being a leg man, Carlos had her wear skirts or shorts. Her neckline also plummeted. “A man’s gotta see some cleavage,” he told her.
She was however, given some privacy. Carlos had wanted to move in with her but she vehemently refused. She would not have him sully Alex, and being in the same house with this monster would surely damage and strip Alex of his innocence, like what Carlos had done to her. In return for that one freedom, she surrendered everything else. She found an apartment near where she lived for him. Not only that, she also found him work as office boy at her work. Carlos had insisted he wanted to go straight after meeting his bitch. At the same time, he wanted to keep an eye on his slut. Being the slut that she was, he told her, she was bound to be fucking around.
She had thought it ironic. She had to be the good girl for him, and yet here he was, sharing her. At parties or other gatherings, he would sometimes give permission to his friends to fuck her. She would be obliged to follow. He loved to show her off. Before, Tina Swanson rarely frequented clubs. Now she was a regular with her beau. Men everywhere envied the out of shape Mexican. Flat nosed, fat lips, and crude manners, he would have this hot blonde next to him. She would market herself as the tease, the way Carlos wanted her to. He wanted others to envy him back. She would gyrate her hips suggestively on the dance floor and men would rub up against her. If Carlos liked it, he would watch as they felt her up. Other times, he would glare at her, and his private whore, would be just that, his private whore. She would leave the dance floor, and sit on his lap and gyrate, rub, and kiss, only him.
Life for Carlos was getting better all the time. He lived in a nice apartment, furnished and paid for by Tinnie. He “worked,” but that was entertaining as well. His white bitch was like a display case of perfect feminine flesh, his fuck flesh. She wore the clothes he picked out.
Today, she was wearing her five inch heels with ankle straps. Her naked legs ran up, up, until they were seductively covered at mid-thigh by her skirt. Men in the office and on the streets wondered what lied further up, but only Carlos knew. A vibrator was lodged in her cunt, and he held the control. Her life was either normal or hell depending on his feelings. He also made it clear to the office that Tina was his girl. This embarrassed the girl even more since everyone could not believe she would choose such a man. During his coffee break, Tina would get her cum break, sucking him dry. Life was great.
Tina felt the buzzing in between her legs. She hunched over and looked around. There was Carlos, and she smiled back at him. She felt like a battery powered sex doll. After a full ten minutes, he turned it off. She went up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheeks.
“Goodbye Tina,” waved a coworker.
“Goodbye,” replied Tina. Carlos took her to the gym. She used to love working out, but not anymore. She didn’t like anything about her life anymore. She felt like a sex puppet. Carlos made her wear the most provocative sports wear and made her be receptive to all men’s advances. His theory was that sluts are always man hungry, but because she was his slut, she would have to have his permission. He made her fuck one or two of the old perverts there. The ones who thought they still have game and go there to lift weights and hit on women half their age. She had thought them disgusting, but now she fucked a few of them. Word has gotten around that she was quite the slut. Men ogled her as if thinking what she would do in bed. What had she done wrong to have Carlos hate her so?
On the way home to Carlos’ apartment, she finally said, in a weary tone, “Please sir, Tinnie is tired. She can’t take this anymore. Tinnie gave you most of her money. You can have the rest. Just please leave Tinnie alone.”
Carlos looked at her, and put his hands on her thigh, stroking gently, he said, “But I like you. You’re a fine bitch.”
She hated it when he referred to her like an object. “You’ve fucked Tinnie. Tinnie yours. Please, at least don’t make Tinnie fuck around.”
“Don’t like to fuck around?” pinching her already bruised thigh, he continued, “a whore lives to fuck. How you going to be my whore when you don’t like to fuck.”
“Please. I cannot…I just can’t…” she lapsed back into herself and sobbing.
“What about me? I am a man, I need a pussy from time to time.”
“You’ve had me. I’ll be yours. Just please, don’t…don’t make me…anymore….” Pleaded the girl.
Inwardly, Carlos was very pleased. The girl is breaking down. She’s spilling her guts to him. He wasn’t going to change his position, but he wanted to hear her suffering. So he continued the game, “Why not? What about Juan and Jose? My business…sometimes I need to have good relations with the locals, the cops. A quality cunt is the best gift.”
“T-t-that is okay,” the girl conceded. “I’ll be your private whore. I’ll fuck to get you power. I’ll fuck for your money. But please don’t make me just fuck.”
“So you don’t like fucking for no reason? Ah, comprendo,” Carlos said, slamming the steering wheel. “How long do you intend to be my private whore?” He looked at her.
She searched his eyes for some sympathy. Finding none, she lowered hers and whispered, “Forever. As long as you let me, I’ll be yours.”
The car stopped outside a construction site. There were three construction workers left, packing their supplies. Turning to his plaything, he said, “Listen bitch. I entertained your fucked up brain farts. It fucking annoys me. I own you. You fuck anything and everything I say. I point at a pole, and you best put your slimy pussy on it. I give you a dog, and you fuck it. I shit, and you fuck that too. You hear?”
She knew it was foolish to begin with, but she had hoped against hope to gain some concession. Seeing his adamant response, she just nodded. “Yes sir.”
“Now come with me,” said Carlos walking toward the three men.
Tim, Deon, and Bo were dead tired. Another day working overtime. Fucking life. All three were in their early forties. Twenty years in the business and nothing to show for it. They did not look forward to going home either. Their fat overweight wives were waiting for them and they knew that the wives would nag endlessly. Perhaps a drink would do some good. Drunk as hell when we get home, they shared that collective thought.
“Look,” Bo said, elbowing his two companions. Ahead, walking toward them was a short Mexican man, dressed in Khaki pants and a dress shirt. Following behind him was a blonde girl. As she passed under the interspersed lighting, the men caught sight of her beauty. She was a man’s fantasy. They probably want direction, thought the men.
“Hey,” greeted Carlos.
“Uh…what up?” said Deon.
“Say hi,” the man barked at his girl.
“Hi,” Tina said, knowing where this would lead to.
“So, what you guys think?” asked the Mexican.
The three workers looked quizzically at one another. “The girl,” added the short Hispanic man.
“She’s first class man. You’re a lucky man,” smiled Tim. Inwardly he wanted to know how such a girl was with such an ugly man. She looked educated, classy, and he was worse than they were. They were losers, and this man was scum.
“You think she good enough to be at TT’s?” asked the Mexican.
“Uh…sure,” said the man with a smirk on his face. TT’s was euphemism for titties. The best damn strip club in town. There the strippers do more than just strip.
“Well, I’m not too sure. She might not have enough spunk. What if I tell you guys, to help me out here?”
The men were more perplexed. What could they do to help?
“Try her out and let me know,” producing his business card, he gave it to each of the men. “She’s yours. Call me when you’re done. If she’s not good enough or obedient, just tell me. I’ll lend her to you for a week.”
With that, he pushed the girl into the men. Bo caught the tiny girl and couldn’t resist copping a cheap feel off her breasts. They were firm, real. The men looked at one another and back at the abandoned building. In an instant, the four figures disappeared into it.
“Ummpphh…ummpphhh…ummppph…” moaned Tina. She was sandwiched between Bo and Deon. The men’s cock was in her mouth and cunt respectively. Her body dripped with sweat. Tim took another sip of beer and sat watching and admiring. On all fours, she arched her back in a sexy curvy S. Her firm round bottoms were palmed by Deon. Occasionally, he would squeeze them or slap them. Bo yelled, “Spank the whore!” He was lost in a cloud of lust. Every time the girl tried to scream, her throat would spasm eliciting waves of pleasure up his man-pole. Spurred by his co-worker, Deon hit her bare bottom. All three of the men could not believe their luck.
Yea, the girl was good. She was definitely A-grade pussy, Tim thought. He had fucked her previously while his compatriots went to buy the beer that he was drinking. But she was definitely not TT material. No, the girl was way too classy.
He grabbed for another beer and opened it. Walking over to the girl, he poured it over her naked body. All three men howled in animalistic ecstasy.
After four hours of raping, the men were all exhausted. Tina was even more exhausted, but she was not given the luxury of resting. Bo had come up with an idea to keep her “engine” running. He found a long metal rode and threw it at her. Currently, the tired girl was sucking the pole as if it was one of their penises. Licking the underside of the metal instrument, inserting it slowly into her mouth, encircling it with her tongue again, the show went on.
The men watched their private sex show continue while asking one another who that man was. They wondered whether he would charge them money. Occasionally, one of them would turn to the girl and give her a new command. Now it was Deon’s turn, “Titty fuck.”
The girl put the pole between her ample breasts and pushed it together. The pole using the ground as base, she moved her body up and down on the pole. This was her new low, and she stopped all thoughts. She just focused on fucking the metal pole, making the metallic instrument happy. “Suck its tip,” added Tim. Her tongue darted out and licked it.
“Carlos Menedez,” said Bo looking at the card. “Think I should give him a call. The girl was fun.”
“Wait,” said Tim. “Since he was so generous, ask him if we can keep her for the week.”
“What?” asked Deon. “Why would he?”
“Remember? He said, if she wasn’t good, we keep her for a week. For a cunt like that? I’ll take the fucking week off, a whole damn month if need be. She fucked and sucked me dried,” commented Tim.
Tina, still sucking the rod, was nervous. She knew what
results the lie would bring to her. Carlos would definitely punish her. What
about Alex? She panicked, and when the men called Carlos, even at
“She’s a good looking girl, bro. But looks is not everything. She’s feisty, almost skinned my dick,” lied Bo.
The dropping of the metal rod on the cement floor echoed through the building and so did a loud shrieking “NOOOOO!” from the girl.
The men looked at her, Bo kept nodding his head. “Uh huh. Yea…uh huh…sure.”
He then looked at the girl, and said, “Your pimp daddy says, he’ll call Nancy, your babysitter to take care of the little bastard. If you behave, that is. Otherwise, he’ll look after the kid himself so he won’t turn out into a slut boy, like the cunt slut of an aunt he has. He’ll settle everything at work as well.”
Tina fell silent. Bo returned to his conversation, “Yea…Yep, we’ll punish her. No problem. Thanks man. We owe you.” With that, he hung up.
The men high-fived one another. “Well slut, looks like we’re going to have a good time.”
Tina was now dressed again. The men had decided on what their live sex doll should wear. Being from the South, all three wanted to a real life Daisy Duke. Tina Swanson was their live fantasy. In short shorts, and a tight shirt which showed off her bosom, she sat next to Bo in his pickup. Tim and Deon had to return home to report to their wives. They were going to lie about an emergency project they had to take on. Bo currently was not on good terms with his wife and so he didn’t give a shit.
All bitches were the same. Using their fucking cunt, tits, and ass to suck a man dry of his life. Yea, this bitch will pay. Even though she complied with their every word, she knew they would punish her. They had to in order to make their lie believable. The truck turned off into a trailer park a few miles outside the city. Bo parked it out and led Tina to his trailer, a ways off from the others. While she walked, her heels made her swing her little butt and the men, stared at her. It seemed like this trailer park was all for unemployed, out of shaped men. The losers of society conglomerated here. Only sparsely did she saw a woman, but they didn’t look at her with sympathy. Instead, she saw contempt. They were fat and ugly. She was petite and pretty. Dressed as she was, the women denounced her with their eyes and each glare screamed, “SLUT!”
Once inside, Bo pointed to the floor. Instinctively, she fell to her knees- as a slut should. He took out some food and asked if she was hungry. She nodded and he threw a piece of ham onto the floor. She picked it up, but he slapped it away. “No hands.”
So knelt Tina Swanson on the floor of some dingy trailer, eating like a bitch from the floor.
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