C.U.F.F.S.

CHAPTER 29

A WHORE HAS A BUS TO MEET

 

Trent came down with clothing for Susan. None of the items were any of her old things. He told her to hurry and get dressed and come into the other room. Already Susan was apprehensive anytime she had to go to the room next to her cell. So far it has always meant pain and suffering for her but obedience was her only choice.

 

She looked over the small pile of items. Not too surprisingly there was no underwear and a matter of fact there were only three items in total. A thin nylon white midriff halter top that tied just below her breasts and but barely contained them. It was tight and pushed her breast together creating a wide deep cleavage effect. She felt like she was all cleavage with her tits trying to pour out of the shiny halter. The bright red skirt was also nylon material. It consisted of a 6 inch panel of solid material covering all around from the waist on down to just below her cunt and about 12 inches of matching tassels. The solid material covered her pussy barely but a third of her ass cheeks in back were exposed when the tassels separated or bounced with her walk. Susan had to wonder if he was planning on prostituting her or something. The boots for sure were whore style. Matching patent leather red 5” heel mid-calf  boots.

 

By the time she was dressed sort of speaking, she felt every bit a hooker. She had no mirror but knew she was being dressed for gaining attention. Obediently she went to the other room where Trent was waiting holding a large pear shape butt plug. The moment he saw her, he told her to bend over.

 

Doing so, Susan confirmed there was no movement what wouldn’t expose her ass to everyone looking in her direction. Trent had applied some lubricant to the plug tip. The tip was metal while the plug was black rubber with 4 metal stripes running from the tip down all 4 sides. As he pressed the plug to her opening she knew it was larger than any she had taken up her ass before. He told her to relax so it would pass her sphincter. She tried but relaxing under such circumstances wasn’t easy. She moan then squealed as he continued adding force to the base of the plug until finally when the widest portion passed her opening it nearly popped in. Sue was uneasy about moving. Her backside was so filled that she stood slightly bowlegged. “Walk around the room.” Trent commanded.

 

As she did she caught a glimpse of him snickering at her. “Perfect. You look like a two bit whore with your tits thrust out and freely bouncing and your ass shaking. The base of the plug plays peek-a-boo with the fringe when you move but who will be looking at some whore’s ass and tits anyway?” he joked.

 

Trent held up a small black controller. The butt plug began emitting mild socks into her ass. Susan’s hand reached behind her when she noticed the shocks were getting stronger. “Once the cycle starts there is only one way to stop it”, Trent stated, “and that is to bend at least at a 35 degree angle.” Susan bent at the waist without delay and sure enough the stinging jolts disappeared. Satisfied he put the controller into his pocket.

 

“Now sit down. I want you to look at something and I want you to listen carefully.” Susan went to a chair next to Trent facing the small TV screen he had used before. When she went to sit she flinched and jumped up. “I told you to sit down slut. You should be use to taking big black dicks up that slutty ass of yours by now. Didn’t your boy friend, Larry, sell your ass a lot?” She didn’t look at him and only relied yes. Carefully she found the least uncomfortable position to sit. It felt like the monster within her ass would split her in two.

 

‘It’s time to test your love for your husband in comparison with your devotion to your niece.”

 

“Pammy, what does she have to do with anything?”  Sue was taken aback.

 

“You and I are heading to the bus station. Her flight from Europe came in last night and I convinced Bob to leave a message for her to take a bus home where you and a friend will be picking her up this afternoon. And you are going to cooperate.”

 

“No, not Pam. You have me and have stolen everything we had own. Please leave her alone.” Sue pleaded.

 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen slut. Now there are two ways this can go down. We can pick her up and she can have an easy go of things. A young girl will sell quickly and I can take less and assure her a good owner. Or without your help things will be radically different. Since she is already expecting someone other than Bob, I’ll pick her up and not go too easy on her. I’ll make sure she has a much worse time than you had and the first thing I will do is contact an Arab connection not to be in some harem but sold to a nomadic tribe as their torture slave. But also if you do not cooperate 100% you will be decreeing your husband’s torturous demise.” Trent clicked on the TV. There was Bob tied lying upon a frame. There were wires running to his testicles, up his ass and bare copper wire wrapped around his prick. To Susan it all looked hideous. In reality the only genuine working item was a zapper up his ass and that was mild compared to the one Susan experienced. Trent used his cell phone. In a few seconds her husband began screaming as she felt a jolt in his ass. Trent knew Bob didn’t have the pain capacity his wife had and when he first tested Bob’s limits he discovered he over reacted to most everything.

 

Susan screamed for him to stop it but he ignored her and instead continued talking to her. “You see Susan electrocution via a man’s dick and tactical takes a long painful time. The charge as you well know is unbearable but not totally lethal. What happens the heart pumps faster dealing with the pain and stress. Anywhere from 2 to 4 hours it eventually gives out.”

 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Susan started to cry.

 

“Stop that shit slut. You know damn well why. Both you and your niece will be sold as white slaves no matter if you cooperate or not. The only question is how difficult you make her stay with me will be and if your sense of guilt is strong enough to sentence your own husband to a painful death instead of eventual release.” Trent was blunt and firm. He didn’t want her to breakdown to a whimpering piece of crap. “You have addressed me three times now with out referring to me as Master. That will cost you. Now stop your fucken crying this instant.” It took Susan more than a few seconds to finally get a hold of herself. It was like everything mounted within her needed release. Trent pretended not to notice the time it took her to finally stop. “Now are you going to cooperate or do I do it the hard way?”

 

“No. No master, I will cooperate.” She finally choked out the words.

 

Susan didn’t notice him clicking on the camera pointed at her. “I want you to tell me. I want you to think of your husband’s potential pain. I want you to say, Master, please no more pain. I will give you my niece Pamela instead.” Susan was still stunned by all this. She just looked at him. “Say it and mean it slut.” He shouted.

 

“Master please no more pain. Take my niece Pamela instead.”

 

“Ok, then,” Trent turned back facing the TV screen, “do you see that timer next to the frame your husband is tied on?” Susan nodded. Trent pushed a button on his cell and the timer began to move. “It is set to go on a 5pm. There is no remote off switch. It has to be turned off manually by me. Pam’s bus is scheduled to arrive at 2:30. That will give us plenty of time. We’ll have time to play a little while waiting for her bus and then to pick her up and bring her back here. If you try anything like alerting the police and we get detained, I’m afraid there is nothing anyone can do to save your husband from a very painful death. I would deny any knowledge of you or Bob. You have no idea where he is being held nor where you are now to prove anything. They would be forced to release me. Of course, I loose a couple of potential sales but have made a small profit that you and Bob graciously gave me. You would loose a husband and the knowledge of how you made him suffer for hours. Do we understand each other?”

 

Susan nodded then replied, “Yes master.” Trent thought how keeping the couple apart works so well on getting the cooperation from the other. Either Bob or Susan would probably have fought him and endured much pain alone. He didn’t want his merchandise to be so marred that he could only sell her to some low class backwater brothel but this way was working out well for him.

 

Trent placed a hood over her head and guided her out to the van. He cuffed her in the back and they drove to the bus station in Joshin. Once there, Trent removed her hood and cuffs when they reached the outskirts of  Joshlin . It was near noon. Trent wanted a little recreation time before conducting his third kidnapping in such a short time. His toy that he had dressed as a cheap hooker would provide him with just the relaxing entertainment he desired at this time.

 

“Ok slut, I want a demonstration of your willingness to obey no matter what. You are outfitted perhaps slightly sluttier than a lot of the women who work this area of the city.” Trent was right. When they were two blocks from the bus station Susan saw several hookers standing on corners or walking the sidewalks slowly trying to attract any kind of business. “The whores who work the streets in the day are usually the lowest of the low. You’re going to prove that logic wrong.” he said pulling the van over to the curb. Trent pointed to a building off to their right. It was a nondescript building but located up against a dead end alley. “We need change for the parking meter. I think $2.50 will do. You’re going to earn it slut.” Susan realized just as she thought when she dressed that he wanted her to proposition herself.

 

“What are you cunt?”

 

Susan didn’t know what he meant but answered, “a whore?”

 

“No slut you are nothing but a cunt. A piece of fuck meat. You are a slut slave. Those afternoon cheap whores charge anywhere from $10 to $20 for a blowjob. “If they are lucky enough to find someone desperate enough to want to fuck them that would go anywhere from $30 to $40. I doubt any would take it up their ass. You my slut, will charge 10 cents for a blow job, 20 cents for a fuck and 25 cents up the ass. Your motel will be that alley, nowhere else. Do you understand?” Susan reluctantly answered yes. “You have one more rule but first some motivation. For every cent you come up short of the $2.50 you will spend that amount of time hanging by your wrists with your tits tied and weights hanging from your nipples and of course the zapper up your ass.” Susan’s mouth nearly dropped she couldn’t imagine being suspended and tortured that long. “Your last rule is to assure you are seen as a complete slut. You have to strip right at the front of the alley for any cunt or ass fucking before you take your john back out of sight. Once you finish him you will redress and come over here to the van and hand me your earnings like a good little whore. Now remove your butt plug we’ll use that later.”

 

Trent enjoyed her humiliation as she worked the large plug from her ass before opening the door to go to work. “Don’t forget your hubby is depending on you not to do anything stupid.”

 

Susan felt nearly naked in the short skirt and halter top. Most of the time when Larry had exposed her it was evening or night and only a few times so publicly. Here she was right on a city street in broad daylight. She felt the stares of both men and women as she made her way to her work location. She didn’t even get across the street before some guy in a car beeps and shouted nice ass. She had forgotten just how little solid skirt material there was covering her in comparison with the repeated exposure the fringe permitted as it dance, jiggled and separated as she walked. The spiked high heels added notably just how much her ass swayed as she walked.

 

It wasn’t long before a man approached. Susan guessed he was perhaps in his forties, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He stopped directly in front of her. “You got to be kidding. I haven’t seen a piece if ass as good looking as you out on the streets at this time of day. How fucken much?” It all seemed to hit Susan at once. First the fact she wasn’t a woman to anyone but a piece of ass. Secondly, she knew when she would tell him how little she was charging it would be added to the humiliation of her situation. Susan told him. “You got to be kidding me?” he replied. Susan’s face went red with shame. “This is one of those hidden camera pranks, right?” If they only knew, Trent was recording everything with his zoom lens camcorder.

 

Susan couldn’t believe she nearly had to beg the guy to fuck her. He was sure it was either some kind of set up for a robbery or perhaps a police sting. Sue had to take his hand and placed it through the halter top. “No prank.” she said. Before she knew it, he pulled her tit out and was fingering her nipple. Susan anxiously looked around. “So do you want it?” she asked.

 

“Yah, sure. Let me get this straight. You’ll suck me and I can fuck your ass all for… ahhh…..ahh. Susan said “Yes 35 cents.” Susan started to lead him to the back of the alley then she remembered the stripping rule. She stopped and looked back toward the street and over to the van where she knew her tormentor was watching. Even though it took only a few seconds to untie the halter top and drop the skirt the fact she might be seen doing this was overwhelming. Her john couldn’t believe it either. No fucken slut whore her encountered would strip right out in the open. Susan pulled him to the back of the alley. Her clothes were left in a pile at the street. She got to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. She hoped she could get him ready quickly. Susan worked her tongue down his shaft and around. His dick swelled quickly as she began sucking. “Oh yah baby. You are the slut of sluts.” He muttered as she worked her tongue over him. Finally he told her to turn around and bend over. Susan pleaded for him to go slowly since her only liberation was her own saliva on his prick. At first he slowly pushed into her. Susan was grateful she wore the large plug during the ride there as he ass was already stretched. The man grabbed two handfuls of tit and started ramming her. All Sue could do was try and support herself with her hands against the brick wall.

 

Her john let out a loud groan and shoved her so hard she was forced to lean up against the wall she was facing. Susan felt him cumming up into her. With one last thrust, he half collapsed on her back. “Oh you are one fucked up bitch.” He told her as he pulled out. Reaching into his picket for change, he handed her a dime and quarter. “Next time if you do a better job, maybe I’ll tip you an extra quarter.” He laughed then quickly left her standing there alone and naked.

 

Susan quickly ran and grabbed the clothing that lay on the ground and got dressed. She thought she noticed a woman across the street so she moved as close to the building as she dressed. Finally she looked around and walked back to the van where she saw Trent holding his camera. “This was for a blow job and an ass fucking.” She said handing him the 35 cents.

 

“Slut what was my one rule for you?” he angrily asked.

 

Susan looked surprised after doing what she never in her life ever imagined herself doing. “Master, I propositioned him for an ass fucking and sucked his dick and I stripped before hand.”

 

“You were told to strip right at the front of the alley. You walked back about 8 feet before stripping. Haven’t you learned to follow explicit orders yet?” Susan stood looking shocked at him when he threw the change toward a sewer grate. “You’ll start over again but for your punishment for disobeying my explicit orders, your price have just gone down a nickel per service.”

 

Susan wanted to cry but giving up would just cause her tremendous punishment and pain. Over the next hour plus her earning came far short of the $2.50 demanded of her. She was fucked some 5 times along with 4 more blow jobs and 4 ass fucking for a total of $1.75. As the hour went on, the most humiliating part was being rejected even for a nickel blowjob or fifteen cent fucking. The looks of some men she approached made her feel every bit the lewd, dirty, slut she presented. And this seemed to get worse as the news spread around the area about the cheap whore in the alley. Susan spotted two small groups of kids perhaps 12 or 14 years enjoying her strip show each time she had to give an ass of cunt fucking.  On rare occasions these kids have seen one of the desperate wash-up whore exposing her saggy tits to try and attach a customer but even for this trashy part of town and a cheap hooker stripping completed naked out in the open was a new one.

 

The worse part was none of the men who fucked her appeared to give a shit as to why she was doing this. Instead all they seem to see was a slut and a golden opportunity to fuck her. She was seen as a slut and used as the cheap slut she appeared to be. As a matter of fact only one man gave her more than the required payment which Trent refused to apply towards her goal. Instead when the well fucked and defeated woman came into the van, he handed her the dollar tip and told her it was all her’s to keep. “How the fuck do you expect me to find a half way decent buyer for you when you can’t even fuck and suck your way to earning parking money?” As ludicrous as it was, Susan felt a sense of shame and embarrassment about this statement. She’d never fucked and sucked so many cocks in such a limited time frame and yet her efforts came way short and this made her somehow feel ashamed of herself.

 

This experience gave Susan an almost renewed sense of her sluttiness. Her feminity and her looks which she often used to her advantage were seen and sold for pennies. For the first time in a long time Susan felt the desire to cover herself out of shame. So when Trent handed her a different skirt to put on along with her make up bag, she was so appreciative for the small consideration that she thanked him for the small kindness.

 

“Can’t have you looking completely like the cheap street hoe but we don’t want to give Pam the impression her aunt is anything but a slut either.” He told her when she discovered the new skirt was just slightly longer than the original hooker skirt however this one was an elastic material, white and once stretched over her ass and hips molded her lower body disclosing every detail from her tight buns to outlining her hip bone with a its white stretchy material. Susan realized once stretched the white fabric’s knit broaden. She could make out her skin tone of her upper thighs and knew her ass would be similarly faintly flaunted behind. The clincher was when he told her to replace the black butt plug up her fucked ass. Since it was black and the base pressed up against the skirt in back anyone kinky enough could recognize that she had a butt plug. Whatever gratitude she felt a few minutes before when he handed her a new skirt was lost in the reality he would always present her as nothing but a slut.

 

“I’m going to warn you once more, your husband’s life is in your hands as is any additional punishment you could earn to go along with your failure to earn a mere $2.50 whoring.” Trent loved the fact that this slave was innocent enough to blush with most any additional humiliation or even talk of it. “You better make sure that bitch niece comes along quietly with us, so you better be convincing and quick.” Trent was actually concern about this abduction. First he had never abducted any of his victims in such a public place but mostly he wasn’t completely sure of Susan’s motherly instincts even if she wasn’t the girl’s real mother. Trent slid the van’s door open. “What will happen to your husband if you fail?” he asked her.

 

Susan’s face went sallow. “He’ll die.” She replied in a soft voice.

 

“He’ll die very painfully slut.” Trent added. “Are you going to be good?”

 

Susan nodded twice before she could reply just thinking of how torturous of a death it would be for her husband if she failed him. “Yes master. I will do my best. Please don’t hurt him.”

 

“Come on. We got a young cunt to pick up.”

 

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