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Story 01 – Gambling Debts
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Copyright 2004
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"Mary Cahill," said someone behind me. When I turned around, a fist slammed into my stomach. Air exited my lungs with a whoosh. I grabbed my gut and bent double. My mind was so focused on the pain and trying to breathe I didn't register hands grabbing me under my armpits and dragging me across the pavement. In a couple of blinks, I was thrown into the back seat of a black sedan that sped out of the parking lot of the Trump Marina Casino.
"Watch it asshole, you made me spill my beer," spoke a female voice whose lap I had landed in. I looked up into the face of a plump fiftyish woman with platinum blonde hair who was busily dabbing the front of her blouse.
"Fuck you Mabel, you shouldn't be here in the first place," said Ed who had piled into the back seat further forcing me across Mabel's lap.
"Mabel's here because I said so, you don't like it, get the fuck out," said someone from the front seat.
"Ron, I'm just saying we got a job to do and we don't need her," said Ed.
"I need her," said Ron with a tone of finality.
My head was still in Mabel's lap and my legs were across Ed's knees. My diaphragm had returned to working order and I could breathe again.
"What's this about?' I said as I struggled to pull myself into a seated position. I asked the question although I had a feeling I knew the answer.
"You're the Mary Cahill that has a $20,000 marker out from Bally's?" said Ron.
"I don't know anything about a marker," I lied. Three months ago I went up $100,000 at Bally's roulette table then down to zero in the course of three hours. I asked for as much credit as they would give me. They must have confused me with a high roller because the pit boss handed me $20,000 in chips and a piece of paper to sign. I promptly lost the $20,000. I didn't have $20,000 so I decided to forget about it and gamble elsewhere. One of my fellow gamblers had told me you could not legally collect gambling debts in New Jersey so all the Atlantic City casinos can do is bitch.
I took that as gospel until last month's group session at Gambler's Anonymous. One of the women had talked about her experiences ignoring a marker.
"The casino sold the $15,000 marker for twenty percent to this bunch of thugs, AAA Debt Retrieval Services. They keep eighty percent if they collect it all," said Myrna the chain smoking forty-year-old nurse who admitted to gambling since she was sixteen.
"Were they rough on you?" asked Carl, the group's moderator. He was the leader of the local chapter of Gamblers Anonymous. He claimed to have won and lost several million in his gaming days. Carl also claimed not to have placed a bet in ten years.
"I won't tell you everything they did. It's too embarrassing. But I'll show you these, said Myrna pulling up her slacks to reveal two long ugly scars down the length of her shinbones. "The scars are where the doctor had to operate to pin my legs after they broke them," added Myrna.
That scared the shit out of me. But I'd not gambled since I gave that marker and thought if I just stayed out of the casinos I'd be all right. My problem is that compulsive gambling is a sickness and I hadn't been cured. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was already planning another trip to the tables.
A distant uncle had died and left me $5,000. I didn't tell my husband about it. It sat in my account for weeks untouched. This morning the gambling demon whispered to me. I went to the bank and withdrew the whole $5,000. I told myself that I would give gambling one last shot. Maybe I would win enough to buy back that marker. That's the kind of stupid logic that people with a gambling problem like me come up with. I hadn't even made it into the casino.
"She's the right Mary Cahill," said Ed. He had gone through my purse and was looking at my driver's license. He was comparing it to a piece of paper he had in his hand.
"You're sure?" asked Ron. "Wouldn't want to make another mistake like we did with the Windsor kid."
"Who would have thought there were two fuckers named Doug Windsor living at the Bradstreet Apartments?" laughed Ed. "Address is right. Even got the same Social Security Number."
"So you are the Mary Cahill that signed a $20,000 marker at Bally's. You got $20,000?" asked Ron.
"I got $5,000. It's in my purse in an envelope," I said. I was frightened and if giving up the $5,000 got me them to leave me alone then so be it.
"She's right, Ron," said Ed pulling the envelope out and thumbing through the hundreds.
"Good, that's a start but $5,000 ain't $20,000," said Ron as he turned the car into the entrance of a rundown motel and stopped the car in front of registration.
"Usual deal?" asked Ed before exiting the car.
"Sure, tell Billy we don't want to disturb anyone."
"Look I can get the other $15,000," I said to Ron.
"We'll see what we can work out when we get to the room," said Ron.
I didn't want to go to the room. For that matter I didn't want to go anywhere with Ron and Ed or Mabel who was sitting quietly sucking on her beer.
"Billy gave us No. 125. It's in the back. He said the motel is vacant," said Ed getting back into the car.
It was as cheap a motel as you can find in Atlantic City. Foam mattresses, stains on the carpet, plastic furniture, cigarette burns on the coffee table. It was a dump.
"Look, there's no need to get so damn rough," I yelled when they pushed me into the room. I was still under certain illusions about how far you could go collecting a gambling debt.
Ed stepped forward and delivered a bitch slap that sent me sprawling across the bed. I saw stars and felt blood in my mouth. He straddled me and punched me in my right tit so hard his fist went down to the bone. Then he did the left tit. He got up off me as I rolled over clutching my chest and screaming in pain. My chest was on fire. Ed was smiling when he hit me in my boobs. I could tell he was enjoying himself.
In a panic I tried to escape. I struggled to my feet clutching my chest and ran toward the door. Ed grabbed me by the arm and spun me around so his big fist could make contact with my chin. I saw stars then watched the carpet rise up to meet me. Things turned black as I landed.
I had no idea how long I was out but someone pouring ice-cold water over my head brought me awake with a start. I was lying on the bed hurting like all hell. When I looked up, Ron was slowly squeezing one of those sports bottles of Poland Springs on me.
"Wake up Mary, time to pay the piper," said Ron tossing me a thin bathroom towel to dry my face.
When I glanced down I understood why the water had felt so cold. I was naked. The bastards had undressed me while I was out. My clothes were in a pile by the bed. The very real possibility of rape came front and center to my brain and terrified me. At this point I realized I was into something far deeper than I had expected.
"How old are you, Mary?" said Ron pulling up a chair beside the bed.
"She's twenty seven," said Ed reading my DOB off my driver's license.
"I didn't ask you, fuck head," barked Ron.
"What you do for a living?" asked Ron looking over at Ed like if he answered that question there would be hell to pay.
"I work in retail," I replied. What other kind of job can you get with a two-year degree from a community college?
"Where?"
"Ann Taylor, I'm the store manager."
"Nice store," said Ron. "Mabel, you ever buy anything at Ann Taylor?"
"Once or twice, kind of expensive," said Mabel who appeared behind Ron. The fact that I was naked and they were clothed was scaring the shit out of me. However there wasn't much I could do about it. The realization had already hit me that they had not undressed me to look for birthmarks. I was going to be raped.
"Look, you've made your point. Let me go so I can get you the rest of your money."
"Somehow I just don't think you mean it. What do you think Mabel?"
"She's lying," said Mabel sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting her fat hand on my ankle. I automatically moved my leg but Mabel grabbed my ankle and pulled it back. I left it there.
"I don't think she likes you Mabel," said Ron.
"Give me my clothes," I said fighting panic.
"What's the matter, Mary? Mabel not your type?"
"Please don't rape me." My mind was turning over possibilities and each one was getting worse.
"Rape, who mentioned rape? I once read in my wife's Cosmopolitan that rape was the number one fantasy of women. Are you fantasizing that we're going to rape you?"
"No."
"But you brought it up. None of us had mentioned the word rape. Somewhere deep down you want us to rape you. Is that true, Mary Cahill?"
"No, please I can't handle this. Let me go. I'll get the money. I swear." I started to bawl. I was at the end of my rope. Ed was standing behind Ron slowly rubbing the front of his trousers. I wasn't going to get out of that room without being raped and I didn't think I could handle being assaulted.
"Are those real tears or are you role playing as part of the fantasy?" said Ron.
"Huh?" I didn't understand. Later I realized that Ron was a pretty clever bastard. He did a good job of raping my mind as well as my body.
"Ed, do you want to be part of Mary's rape fantasy?"
"Yeah, but first how's about Mabel and her getting it on? Girl on girl action always get my cock hard," said Ed.
"I bet deep down Mary was hoping you'd say that," said Ron.
"No, please don't." I'd started crying harder.
"Now you're going to tell us you've never done anything with a woman and it's against your religion," said Ron.
"Yes, I've never touched a woman," I said. That wasn't a lie. I hated dykes and wanted no part of sex with another female. For that matter, I wasn't too keen on sex with men either.
"This is really coming together," said Ron. "Mabel, subconsciously Mary desires you. You're the key player in her rape fantasy. She's never touched a woman but she's become bi-curious. Let's satisfy her curiosity."
When I looked at Mabel I saw she had already started to unbutton her blouse. I lay there trembling as she stood up finished unbuttoning and slipped it off her shoulders. Ron stepped behind her to unhook her brassiere. When the bra came off, he put his arms around Mabel and placed his palms underneath her boobs and hefted them then pulled on her nipples as he kissed the top of her shoulder.
"Mary's thinking about it's going to feel when she's sucking these, right Mary?" said Ron.
Mabel was leaning back on Ron obviously enjoying what was happening. Her breasts were huge, fat and ugly with stretch marks and visible blue veins. I glanced toward the door but Ed was between it and me. What was I going to do, run outside naked? Hell yeah, I would have done that if I could.
"I don't want this," I sobbed.
"Mary is getting deep into the fantasy. Mabel, let's show her your cunt."
Mabel kicked off her shoes as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. Pantyhose and panty came down in a wad. I could see the elastic marks on her white skin. Mabel was not a woman who took care of herself. She was forty pounds overweight, enough that a thick fold hung over her pubic region. She wasn't a shaver either and her full dark pelt hadn't been trimmed recently. Collar and cuffs didn't match that was for sure.
"Look at her ass, Mary," said Ron turning Mabel around so I could gaze at two large globes of cellulite dimpled flesh. "Is your mouth watering and your pussy wet?"
"I'm not doing anything with her," I said determinedly. I didn't really think I could. She was disgusting and for that matter I'd never done any thing sexual with a woman.
"I can see you want us to make you. It's critical to your superego that you don't have a choice. Besides, it's not really rape unless they make you do it. Ed, show Mary your persuader."
Ed placed a small canvas bag on the coffee table. He took out two wooden blocks that were formed into half circles and a piece of iron pipe.
"You know what that is, Mary?" said Ron.
"No, I replied although I had a good idea.
"It's a bone breaker. We'll put one block under your knee and the other under your ankle. Ed will hit you right on the shin with the pipe and your leg bone will snap right in two, like a matchstick."
"Oh Jesus," was all I could manage. I pictured the pipe landing on my shin and the bone cracking and making a jagged exit through my flesh.
"We'll break your right leg to start. If you still object to Mabel as a sexual partner, we'll do the left. After that you still got two arms for Ed to work on."
"Ed, anything else you'd like to do to Mary if she doesn't cooperate," said Ron.
"Pull her teeth," said Ed reaching into his bag to extract a pair of dental pliers.
"Oh yes, Ed should have been a dentist. He loves to pull teeth. And he's pretty good at it, aren't you Ed?"
"Damn straight," said Ed.
"You want a demonstration, Mary? If you're having a problem with one of your teeth, Ed will be glad to help you out."
"No," I said.
"So what's it going to be, lesbian rape with the lovely Mabel or broken bones and home dentistry? I might add that a full set of caps is going to cost you more than $20,000 so if you are a person who decides based on the numbers, take that into account."
"I'll do what you want," I said giving up any idea of further resistance. No matter how disgusting, sex with Mabel was better than the alternative.
"And the fantasy lives on, Mary hasn't got a choice so she must allow herself to be raped. The lovely Mary faced with horrible possibilities reluctantly chooses the only path open to her. None of this death before dishonor for our girl Mary," mocked Ron.
The bed sagged as Mabel lay down beside me. I could smell her cheap perfume as she rolled over on her side and put her arm around me. I stiffened up when her arm rested on my breasts.
"Kissee, kissee," said Ron from the side of the bed.
I guess Mabel was into the lesbian scene because she wasn't just going through the motions. We tongue kissed as her hands played with my nipples. Mabel was in no hurry. No one was. Ed and Ron took seats beside the bed and watched.
Mabel started moving her mouth between my lips and my nipples. She had big soft lips and they were all over me. Her tongue worked its way into my ear canal as her hand slid down my belly to my vagina. Mabel hooked a foot around my ankle to spread my legs further. Then her fingers slipped into my slit and began a slow massage around my clit.
Mabel's tongue found its way to my armpit. That was something I had not expected; but I didn't know squat about lesbian sex. Maybe all the dykes sit around licking each other's hairy armpits but I'd never heard that. Mabel's tongue started at my bicep then stopped dead center in my armpit and swirled around. From the way she was breathing I could tell she was getting turned on.
"Suck my fingers," said Mary placing two of her French manicured nails in my mouth.
I did as instructed and sucked on her fingers as she buried her face in my armpit. All that stimulation was getting me turned on. I don't mean sex-crazed. It's just that I have my sensitive areas and if you tweak them right I react like any normal woman.
Her hand on the back of my head pulled me toward her boobs and once again I did what was expected. I'm thin, Size 6, 5'7, and 115 pounds. Ann Taylor doesn't hire store managers who look bad in the clothes the store sells. I'd guess Mabel as Size 16, a size my store didn't carry. My face sunk into the too soft mound of her breast. I parted my lips to take in the spongy nipple and flicked my tongue across it.
"Suck harder," whispered Mabel.
"Fantasy is truly a powerful thing. Mary's repressed libido probably starts with a lesbian rape and goes on from there," said Ron who I figured had at least completed Psychology 101.
"Suck that tit, bitch," added the always more graphic Ron.
I can't say anything other than I was doing what I had to do. I admit this part wasn't all that bad and Mabel's mouth was arousing me sexually. Still my primary motivation was fear. There were two blocks of wood and an iron pipe waiting if I didn't cooperate. I put my hand around her areola placed my lips on her nipple and sucked hard. Like the rest of Mabel, it was pliable and a good inch came into my mouth. I must have moaned or made some kind of noise because Ron made a comment.
"Mary's in her fantasy world," said Ron in a quiet voice. "She's a Cosmo girl."
"Lesbo sex makes my dick hard," said Ed.
"Is her pussy wet, Mabel?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, check the oil in her transmission," added Ed.
I felt Mabel slide a finger in my vagina. It slipped right in.
"Wet and warm," replied Mabel. "She's ready."
"Let's get ready to join Mary's fantasy," said Ron standing up and pulling his sweatshirt over his head.
I glanced over to see that Ron and Ed were undressing. I pushed the thought of what was going to happen to me out of my mind. I'd never been involved with group sex or even came close to it. I'm one of those women who don't enjoy sexual intercourse. My husband Sam is a driver for one of the big long haul trucking firms. He's gone for weeks at a time. When he gets home, I act the good wife and let him screw me. Sometimes I get by with jerking him off. Thank God he's not into oral. Sam's fifteen years older and not very demanding. That's probably why we get along okay.
Sam was not my first sexual partner. He was my third. Curiosity brought about the first. It hurt like hell and I threw up afterward. The second served to confirm my first experience. Sam's a hell of a nice guy so I accommodate him. I lie quietly while he gets on top. I'm small down there at least that's what Sam says and I need a lot of lubrication. As soon as Sam shoots, I run to the bathroom and douche. I suppose I'm not any man's idea of a dream sexual partner but Sam doesn't complain.
When Mabel reported my vagina was wet I was surprised. It must be the stress I was under. My body was reacting differently.
Mabel's finger went into my vagina then came out wet and took a swirl around my clit.
"Munch Mary's rug," said Ron.
Mabel left a trail of kisses down my belly her mouth landing on my clit. There was skill and experience in the way Mabel performed and it made me for lack of a better word, hot. Mabel reached up to grab the pillow my head wasn't resting on.
"Raise your butt, honey," said Mabel.
I planted my feet and Mabel wedged the pillow under my rear.
"Grab under your knees and pull them back toward you, honey," said Mabel pushing my legs up. I'm pretty flexible so it was easy for me to put my hands in my knee pits and pull them back. The thought occurred to me that they were forcing me to acknowledge that I was available to the three of them.
"Ed, did you ever see a woman who needs a good fucking more than our Mary?" said Ron.
"The cunt needs it, that's for sure," said Ed.
"Did you know we were going to fuck you when we grabbed you, Mary?" asked Ron.
"No, I didn't know who you were," I replied. Mabel's mouth and fingers were stimulating my vagina and clit. It was hard to concentrate.
"But you'd glad we're just fucking you instead of breaking your legs and leaving you here for the EMTs?" said Ron.
"Yes."
"Give me a complete sentence answer," said Ron.
"What?"
"Tell me you're glad we fucking you in a complete sentence," said Ron.
"I'm glad you're fucking me instead of breaking my legs," I said in answer to Ron's mind game. It was true. It is better to be fucked than have someone break your legs with a length of pipe. Rape lasts for at most at matter of hours. I'd be walking in a cast for weeks if they broke my legs. Plus the pain would be terrible. I'd probably lose my job too. Rape was my lesser of evils.
"She's all yours Mabel," said Ron. "Mary has made her peace with what's going to happen to her. From now on, she's going to relax and do what we want."
"Suck her ass. I bet she gets off having her backdoor rimmed. All cunts do," added Ed.
That's when things got nastier. Her tongue took a long wet lick of my butthole. These people are perverted white trash I though to myself as Mabel's tongue formed a seal around the pucker of my anal opening. She did some things with her tongue and lips that caused me to relax my sphincter. Before long I felt her tongue slip inside my butthole. In spite of my feelings of degradation and shame I couldn't suppress a moan.
"Mary's like all them whores who love to gamble. She loves having her butt rimmed," said Ed. "Remember the one we packed her ass with chips from the Bogotá. Cunt must have shit chips for a month."
"All part of the fantasy. She needs to be forced or this wouldn't work for her," said Ron ignoring Ed's memory of some recent atrocity committed in the name of debt collection.
"Ron, you know a lot about how the female mind works," said Ed.
"Mabel loves butt work. See how she's got Mary to open her asshole so she can tongue fuck it," said Ron. "Mary, how does it feel having a tongue in your ass?"
"Good," was all I could manage.
"Damn straight it's good," said Ed. "I like to eat ass myself before I fuck it."
Mabel pushed the tip of her finger in my ass and returned her mouth to my vagina and clit. A finger on her other hand went into my vagina, hooked upward and found a sensitive spot. I endured it as long as possible then I lost control and had an orgasm. It was different from the ones I infrequently give myself. It went on longer and had a more profound effect. I let out a little cry and twisted from side to side as Mabel kept up her efforts until I slowly came down from the high.
"Did you see that? The whore dumped her wagon," said Ed with a sneer. "She fucking loved it."
"You're an artist, Mabel. Mary needed that. Didn't you Mary?" said Ron.
"Yes, I needed it," I said. Going along seemed the only way to travel.
"Now you get me off," said Mabel moving up toward the top of the bed.
I knew what Mabel was expecting. I wasn't sure I could do it. I'd never even considered having oral sex with a man let alone a woman. The thought of putting my mouth on another person's sex was disgusting. People get all kinds of horrible diseases from oral sex. I glanced around looking for a way out. My eyes came to rest on those two half circles of wood and the iron pipe resting on the coffee table. I envisioned what it would be like when that pipe slammed down on my shinbone. How it would look and feel when the skin split and the bone cracked. When I was little, one of the neighbor's boys had a bike accident and broke his leg. I remember seeing the jagged tip of the white bone sticking through the side of his leg. I also remembered he walked with a limp after that, a limp he never got over.
I scooted down the bed and on Mabel's instructions I wedged the pillow under her butt. Mabel spread herself open to me with her fingers.
"Do my clit, honey," said Mabel. "Lick the little man in the boat."
I placed the tip of my tongue on the nubbin of flesh and licked it. I tried not to think about the feminine aromas that entered my nostrils. Mabel smelled clean but very much like a woman whose sex was stimulated. When I parted her inner labia, I could see that the entrance to her vagina was glistening with moisture. I moved my finger around the edges causing Mabel to moan.
Somewhere in my mind I remembered reading that the entrance to the vagina has a host of nerve endings. The nerves radiate downward from the clitoris. I used my tongue and forefinger to stimulate Mabel and it worked. Mabel began to talk dirty as I ate her. Some women are into that sort of thing. I've read that men like sex with women who talk that way during intercourse. The hair salon where I go is full of magazines with articles on how to turn a man on by using profane language. I had even considered trying it with Sam thinking it would cause him to orgasm quicker and put an earlier end to the unpleasantness.
"Eat my dirty hole, your filthy whore, that's right, suck my slimy twat," seemed to be Mabel's favorite. She had plenty of others.
"Now, Mary, its time to eat her asshole," whispered Ron. "You know you've fantasized of the moment when you put your mouth right on the shitter and suck that motherfucker."
"That's right, honey, do my ass, tongue Mabel's shithole," breathed Mabel adding her encouragement to Ron's.
I did it. I'd gone this far. What was the logic for objecting now? I kept my fingers working Mabel's clit and vagina as I lowered my mouth to perform an act that I considered utterly depraved.
Mabel had a prominent anal ring. I placed my lips on it, feeling the circular muscle that kept her sphincter closed. I could sense the band pressing against my pulsing lips. I ignored the faint smell of shit as I massaged the muscle with my lips and tongue. Her anal muscle relaxed under my assault. I pointed my tongue and pushed it against the center. The center parted. I did the hitherto unimaginable and forced the first inch of my tongue inside Mabel's rectum.
"Suck my shit, swallow my turds," breathed Mabel her mind focused on the interaction between my mouth and her butthole. She was able to contract her sphincter then relax it as I slipped my tongue in and out. How utterly degrading to be sucking the ass of an armpit licking asshole-tonguing fat queer as she mouthed filth.
I ignored the gritty flakes of shit that coated my tongue. It smelled like shit and it tasted how I imagined shit would taste. So this is what it's like to eat shit I told myself. I could tell Mabel took pleasure in what I was doing. She raised her legs and grabbed the soles of her feet pulling them backward to give me better access.
"You're at the tipping point, Mary. This is where the fantasy gets real," said Ron grabbing my hair and twisting my face toward his. He was holding the dental pliers only inches from my mouth.
"I'm doing what you ask," I replied terrified of the shiny metal instrument. I could imagine it clamping down on a tooth and slowly pulling it out. I'd had my wisdom teeth extracted a few years back. That had been done as a hospital outpatient under general anesthesia and I still popped painkillers for a week. I couldn't imagine the pain of having someone yank a tooth out.
"Mabel's is going to give you some shit to eat and you're going to eat it or be swallowing soup for the next month. Your choice, eat Mabel's shit or lose your teeth," said Ron emphasizing his point by grabbing one of my nipples in the dental pliers and squeezing it. I screamed in pain as my nipple was flatted to the width of a piece of paper.
"I'll eat it. I'll eat it," I sobbed my breast a fiery throbbing mass of agony.
"Good, Mabel, give Mary a sweet little turd to eat. You want to eat it don't you Mary?"
"Yes, Ron, I want to," I said not quite making a complete sentence.
"Ask Mabel real nice to give you a turd to eat,' said Ron.
"Mabel, can I please have a turd to eat," I said.
"You sure can, honey, put your lips around my asshole and I'll push out a hot one," said Mabel.
I felt her strain and a soft turd eased past her sphincter and into my mouth. I had to use every ounce of self-control to keep my gorge down. Ignoring the smell, the awful taste and the sheer thought of what I was doing, I chewed and swallowed. I justified what I did by declaring that gambling had brought me to the point of accepting another woman's shit in my mouth. I was getting my just desserts.
It was hard to argue that I didn't deserve what was happening. If I hadn't asked for credit and signed that marker I wouldn't be here with Mabel's shit in my mouth. I wouldn't be facing the possibility of having my teeth ripped out or my bones broken or being raped by Ron and Ed. I could be enjoying the day off, shopping at the mall or going to the spa for a facial. But my out of control urge to gamble had brought me to this cheap hotel to be degraded and used by the three of them. I chewed and swallowed as Mabel's stick of shit slowly emerged. The last inch fell in my mouth as Mabel's sphincter closed it off. I quickly swallowed it down.
There are depths of degradation and degrees of humiliation but swallowing several mouthfuls of someone shit has got to be the nadir of human depravity.
"Mary, I'm impressed with commitment to your fantasy. Here, wash Mabel's turd down," said Ron handing me a bottle of Poland Springs.
"First, clean my ass with your tongue," demanded Mabel.
And I did. I served as her human toilet paper.
"As a reward being a good girl and eating all your shit you may go in the bathroom and wash your mouth out," said Ron.
I could have kissed Ron's ass right in the center of Bally's casino for telling me to clean out my mouth. I stumbled into the bathroom, rinsed, and gargled with a bottle of mouthwash someone had left.
"Hurry up, Ed's horny," yelled Ron from the other room.
When I came back, Ron was lying on his back stroking his cock and Ed was kneeling on the foot of the bed. Mabel was sitting on the edge of the bed fingering her pussy.
"Come here, Mary, and let's see how well you give head while Ed fucks you doggie fashion," said Ron.
No choice I told myself as I climbed between Ron's legs. I placed one hand on his shaft and put my mouth on the end. I'd never done oral but I had watched enough porn with Sam to know what to do. I encouraged Sam to begin our lovemaking by watching porn together. It shortcut what I had to do to get him to climax.
I felt Ed's hands grab my hips and position his cock at my entrance. Ed pushed in and I grunted. He was much bigger than Sam and it felt like something far too large was wedging its way past the entrance. I felt Ed pull out, heard him hawk a gob on spit on my vagina and smear it inside me with his fingers.
"Tight little twat you got there, Mary," said Ed grabbing my hips and slamming himself in me.
I saw stars. It felt like someone had rammed a baseball bat up my cunt.
"Oh shit, take it out," I pleaded.
"Sure, Mary," said Ed pulling almost all the way out before ramming it back in with all his might.
"Keep sucking," said Ron oblivious to my pain.
"I'll lick her clit while you fuck her," said Mabel sliding under me from the side.
I was in sexual hell. Ed was slowly fucking me from the rear. Mabel's mouth was working my clit and Ron's cock was in my mouth. And just to make matters worse, Ed stuck two spit-slickened fingers in my asshole.
"Let's change positions," announced Ron after a while. Get on top of me Mary. Ed come up here and let Mary suck your dick."
I straddled Ron managing to slide his cock in my vagina as Ed stood on the bed so I could suck his cock.
Mabel's mouth went to work on my tits.
"Lube up Mary's ass, Mabel," said Ron.
Mabel got off the bed, walked over to the king size purse she was carrying and pulled out a half used tube of K-Y Jelly. She squeezed some on her fingers as she walked back. I felt the cold lubricant being rubbed on my sphincter. Mabel applied some more K-Y as she worked first one finger then a second into my asshole.
"Mabel's doing you a favor, Mary. Tell her thank you," said Ron.
"Thank you, Mabel," I said feeling her fingers squirming around in my rectum. Ron and Ed were playing with my tits as we fucked. Ron put his hand on my crotch and started rubbing my clit.
"Her backdoor ready?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, she's grabbing my fingers with her shitter. She needs a good butt fucking," said Mabel.
"Go to it, Ed," said Ron. "Edward has been contemplating sticking his cock up your ass since we found you at Trump, Mary. Now his own personal fantasy is going to be satisfied."
Ed had stepped behind me. I was still on top of Ron in what I recall as the cowgirl position. I felt Ed's hard cock between my butt cheeks. I felt Mabel's hands grasp by buttocks and spread them apart. Next a very blunt object pushed against my anus. Involuntarily I clinched up which probably made it hurt ten times worse than if I had relaxed. Ed's hands grabbed my hips and I felt him push hard. For a second or two I kept him out then my asshole parted and I felt a very large column of male flesh enter my rectum.
"First time for anal, honey?" asked Mabel.
"Yes," I said grimacing.
"Hear that, Ed, you took her butt cherry," said Ron.
"She's fucking tight," said Ed pushing in deeper.
"Take it out, please," I whined.
Ed laughed out loud as he plunged in to me I felt his balls slap against my pussy that still had Ron's cock in it.
"Pound your ass till it bleeds," said Ed holding my hips and slamming into me.
For the first dozen or so strokes I was out of my mind with pain. Ever so slowly my bottom relaxed and accepted the unwelcome intruder. Having two cocks inside you is an incredibly weird sensation. You can feel them rubbing against one another separated by a thin wall of tissue.
Mabel's hand was working my clit as she went back to licking my armpit. It wasn't very long before Ed ejaculated in my rectum. After that, Ron rolled over on top of me and finished.
"Call Billy," said Ron getting off me.
Ed picked up the phone, punched a button and spoke.
"We're done. She's all yours," was all he said before he hung up.
The trio started to dress. I was hoping we were through and they would let me go when I heard a knock on the door. Ed opened it and this greasy longhaired kid who worked the registration desk stepped inside. He had a camera in one hand.
"She's not too bad," said Billy raising the camera to take a picture of me lying there with cum leaking out of my vagina and anus.
"Hurry up, we got another collection to do," said Ron.
"Did you break anything?" asked Billy as he snapped off several images of me on the bed.
"Not this time," said Ron.
"Shit, it's so cool when their legs are bent funny," said Billy. "The one last week looked like a rag doll."
"She owed a lot of money to some bad people,' said Ron.
"Pulled your legs up," said Billy to me.
"Do as Billy says. You're paying for the room," said Ron.
I grabbed the soles of my feet and pulled them up and back. Billy got on the edge of the bed and took close-ups of my orifices.
"You guys get one of her sucking my cock," said Bill handing the camera to Ron as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
I rolled over on my side and put my mouth on a very smelly and unclean penis that almost made me gag. It was almost as bad as eating Mabel's shit. Ron took photos of me with Billy's cock in my mouth. After that, Billy dropped his jeans and mounted me. He pumped away for a few minutes before releasing a second measure of semen into my vagina. I was about as degraded and humiliated as a woman can possibly be as he hurriedly dressed and left.
Ron came over to the bed, sat down and put his hand on my breast.
"Mary, you caught us in a good mood and you had it pretty easy today. Next time we may not be so nice. How soon can we expect the other $15,000?"
"A week, two at most," I replied.
"Here's my number," said Ron handing me a business card. "Call when you got the fifteen large."
"I will," I said.
"You better or you'll be learning to walk on crutches," said Ron.
They left me there. I dressed and walked up to the front where Billy called me a cab to take me back to my car.
When Sam my husband got back the next day, I had all the paperwork ready for a second mortgage on our house. We had enough equity to cover $15,000. I had to tell him about the marker and the fact that some seriously bad people were trying to collect it. I didn't tell him about what happened at the motel.
He reluctantly agreed provided I promise not to gamble ever again. I had to meet Ron and Ed once more to hand over the $15,000. Ron jokingly asked if I wanted to go back to the motel and fuck some more. I said no.
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