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Anita's Sex Sacrifice -
Chapter 11
The brothel security people made short
work of Anita's assailant and sent him on his way with a warning that his type
of behavior would not be tolerated here. The woman in charge of keeping her
fresh and attractive while she was working busied herself giving Anita warm
salt-water douches to remove whatever the young man had deposited in her cunt
and asshole. Then she applied a fresh coating of rouge to Anita's swollen cunt
lips and still erect nipples, finishing by repainting her lips with carmine
that made them glisten and appear even fuller than they were. Then Anita was
given another white garter belt to wear with black sheer stockings. Little did
she realize that the brothel was charging her for not only the woman's time, at
an outrageous rate, but also whatever she used, even down to the douching
solution, not to mention the costumes she wore.
By the time Anita was ready for her next
"client", she was already fifteen minutes behind schedule. Since she
worked double shifts, any overtime cut into her rest period and after sixteen
hours of having vigorous sex with over twenty clients, some came in pairs; she
needed to recover from the wear and tear on her plump sexy body. Little did she
know that the brothel owner also had arranged for her to be featured at a
private party that very evening, where she would have to take on upwards of a
dozen randy young men who were celebrating the impending wedding of one of
their number.
At the end of the second shift, Anita had
been inside that small cubicle for nearly seventeen hours and she was sore and
exhausted. You can imagine how she reacted when she was informed that within an
hour she was expected at a private party taking place in the brothel. The woman
burst into tears, and for this dereliction of duty a pair of employees thrashed
her soundly using rubber hoses wrapped in heavy cloth. They knew exactly where
to hit her so it wouldn't show on her naked body, but unfortunately it made her
cunt and tits quite sore.
Promptly at two o'clock in the morning she
was marched into a large, well-furnished room occupied by at least a dozen
young men. She was stark naked except for a gold chain around her pooching
belly that called attention to her fat-lipped cunt and her walnut sized
clitoris which had been enlarged for most of the time she was working her two
shifts and taking on man after man in her mouth, cunt and asshole. A few of the
men made disparaging remarks about her body, claiming that they were being
short-changed by a woman of her advanced age. However a much larger group
dragged her over to a mattress set up in one corner of the room.
It happened so quickly that Anita hardly
offered any resistance to them. She was roughly thrown down and two men
straddled her, one on her chest, trying to push his large cock into her mouth,
and the other prying her plump thighs apart so he could wedge his fat prick
into her sore, stretched cunt that had been used and abused all day and half
the night. The cock in her cunt drove the air from her lungs and made her try
to scream. Unfortunately the other had overcome her resistance and his hard
length of cock was almost half-way down her throat already, cutting off her air
and keeping her from making any noise.
Quickly two lines formed, one at her head
the other between her spread legs. For almost two hours she was screwed
relentlessly by the gang of youths, even the ones who had insulted her at
first. They were even more violent than the others, taking out their annoyance on
her helpless body. All one could hear was the slap of flesh upon flesh, her
grunts, their laughs and the squishing sounds that their cocks made as they
pounded away inside her worn out cunt and down her convulsing throat. A stain
formed on the mattress between her spread thighs and grew with time as more and
more hot cum was pumped deep into her twat as she grunted and squirmed beneath
her assailants.
The brothel security people had to rescue
her after her two hours were up, or the group might have fucked her to death.
To add insult to injury, Anita was not given so much as a rupee for her
efforts. Little did she know that this gang had paid the owner a handsome
price, twenty-two thousand rupees, for the use of Anita. She would not know of
this nor would she ever see any of that money for her troubles. She was
considered nothing more than a cheap prostitute working off a debt and
therefore had no rights to any money that was paid to the brothel owner for her
services. Had she known that, she would never have entered into the devil's
pact she made with the owner in order to protect her son.
Pradeep
was still recovering from the terrible beating he received from the owner's
men. Worse still for Anita, the boss was now letting Pradeep gamble again, using
the money that his mother was earning as a prostitute. Anita would be horrified
to discover that today, after her expenses had been deducted, she had earned no
more than five thousand rupees, but even that pittance had already been lost by
Pradeep's gambling, meaning she was further in debt since the interest on his
debt was growing at something like five thousand rupees a day. Anita had been
neatly trapped into sex slavery by her love for her son and his terrible
weakness for gambling.
After a fitful three hours of sleep, Anita
was roused from her pallet and prepared for another nightmarish double shift as
the brothel's star attraction. The owner had ordered her helper to give Anita a
special cocktail consisting of a powerful sex stimulant mixed with a drug that
would keep her wide awake for at least twelve hours. She was like a wild woman, attacking her
clients and begging them to use their big sex organs to fill her aching cunt.
Filll it they did, over and over and over as she lay beneath them, pumping her
hips to get the last inch of their cocks into her clasping cunt. As soon as
they spent themselves, she was down sucking furiously to keep them hard so they
could continue to pound her hot, wet, oozing hole that never seemed to be
satisfied. More than one client heaved a sigh of relief when the buzzer
sounded, signaling the end of their session.
She begged for the men to open her tight
asshole and make it easier for her to accommodate them at her backdoor. The
thicker the cock, the more she wanted it spreading her tight rear entry to its
limit. She had no shame, this wild woman. Once that piece of man meat had done
its job in her asshole, she was on it like a cat, sucking furiously to get
everything that had accumulated on that cock while it was buried in her dark
fetid place. The men loved this kind of treatment, and soon word spread about
this older prostitute with a plump curvy body featuring big tits, who fucked
like a jungle animal, and would do anything for a big, hard cock plunging in and
out of her tight asshole.
Instructions went down to the woman
responsible for keeping Anita fresh and attractive to keep her naked, make no
attempt to use perfume to mask the scents that her body and those of her
clients generated, and not to use any kind of cleansing procedure such as
douching or toweling off the perspiration and dried cum that covered her bare
body. The owner knew his business and what made his clients excited when it
came to his prostitutes. The young ones were kept clean and fresh at all
times.Their firm flesh was artfully presented by erotic underwear and proper
cosmetics.
In the case of Anita, everything was to be
turned inside out or upside down. He wanted his clients to feel as if they were
having sex with the local prostitute or the easy lay of the neighborhood, or
perhaps their sister or even mother for that first forbidden time. Only this
time it was they who were in command not the woman with her experience and
knowledge of things sexual. There were the exceptions; those who were fixated
on their mothers but lacked the courage to make the overture. These were
steered to Anita. You can imagine the shock they experienced to face this plump
older woman with big tits, a thick hairy bush guarding her cunt mouth, and the
stink of sex emanating from her plump curvy body. It was she who was the
aggressor and many a youth turned tail and fled from this little room
frightened by the strange look on the wild woman's face.
By early afternoon the little room
containing Anita and her clients was more like a steam bath. Most of the men
hardly noticed, they were so busy being
sucked and offered her holes to care too much about a little honest sweat as
they broke the whore to their will. Anita on the other hand fell victim to
dehydration and so she began to take gulps of the now warm water left there for
her at the start of this session. This in turn began to stimulate her kidneys
and then her bladder filled to the point that it impeded some of the positions
she enjoyed while her insides were being pounded, pummeled and penetrated by
the thick lengths of cock that never seemed to soften. Those observing Anita
via the monitor were excited when they witnessed her shamelessly squatting over
the chamberpot and pissing like a cow as her client played with his cock to
keep it ready for her cunt once she was done emptying her bladder.
It was inevitable that one of her clients
would offer Anita money to watch her drink a portion of the chamber pot's
contents. His offer was insultingly low, less than two hundred rupees for two
swallows. Anita was not that desperate yet. She did however pay a penalty for
turning down his offer; his hard cock moving between her asshole and mouth
every few minutes as he took nearly the rest of the session before ejaculating
all over her face, even managing to get some in her eyes, which stung. Those
monitoring her session clapped delightedly at his efforts.
Around an hour before the end of her first
shift, Anita's water supply was gone,
and she was ravaged by thirst. Her last client quickly noticed her distress,
and began to make plans to use it to his advantage. He mounted the sweating
woman and began driving his thick, hard cock into her sore, swollen cunt with
machine-like precision, pumping deep but never losing control. All the while he
mauled her big soft tits until she winced from his touch. After perhaps ten
minutes of steady pumping, he would rest, placing his entire weight upon Anita
and giving her deep kisses with plenty of tongue. Despite her exhaustion, the
sex stimulants were still working and so she would begin pushing her body up
against his in hopes of getting him started once more. This worked twice and
then he just kept her pinned to the bed, teasing her with his kisses, his hands
roaming over her body, pinching and poking her sweaty flesh.
Anita began begging him for more cock and
he refused her. She began to sob and plead, her resistance falling rapidly.
That was when he sprang the trap, telling her his bladder was full and it was
too uncomfortable to continue fucking her under these conditions. She offered
her chamber pot and he laughed, declaring that he wanted her to put his cock
into her mouth and allow him to piss down her throat to relieve the pressure
enough so that he could fuck her hard again.The poor benighted woman, totally
spent and desperate to scratch the itch that the drug cocktail had induced,
capitulated.
This tape became a collector's item as
soon as the observers realized what Anita was allowing her client to do to her.
They sat in stunned silence and watched her gulp down his acrid offering that
went on and on until Anita choked and a portion of it spilled onto her bed. To
his credit, the man gave her exactly what she wanted, a hard, almost brutal
pounding that brought her blood to a boil and sent her off on her first orgasm
of this lengthy session that to her had seemed endless.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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