Chapter 4 - PimpDaddy's New Bitch
Her China Special had gotten rave reviews. Vikki, the lesbian Producer, was
giving herself a little reward for a job well done. In the Have-A-Nap motel
(rooms by the hour!), Vikki groaned ecstatically as she came in the black girl's
face. Charlene, beavering away with her long, wet tongue between Vikki's parted
thighs, could apparently breath through her ears. The talented Charlene sucked
on Vikki's clit and flicked her tongue skilfully over it like the extremely
experienced mouth whore that she was. Vikki came repeatedly in her face,
greedily cumming again and again and again. Flushed brick red right down to her
pubic triangle, her nipples achingly erect, panting hard, rivulets of sweat
running down her taut bare belly into her sodden bush, her cunt juice washing
Charlene's shining black face, smelling like a bitch in heat, her cuntlips red,
wet and fully distended, Vikki was in the grip of the most exhilerating,
pornerastic, cataclysmic wave of orgasms that she had ever experienced.
When, at last, she was done, Vikki slumped, completely exhausted. She looked
down at Charlene, whose black hair looked and smelled like a sodden swamp from
being flooded with orgasmic woman juice. Vikki ran her hand through Charlene's
slimy hair and gave her one of her favourite TV producer lines.
"I'm going to make you a star, Charlene!"
Charlene gave a dirty snigger.
"I already am a star - a silver tongued, scum-sucking whore of a star!"
Vikki laughed. Life was good when you could afford to hire talent like
Charlene. Charlene looked up at her, grinning like the Cheshire cat from between
her legs.
"Say hi to Pimpdaddy!"
Vikki, her brain fogged by lust, furrowed her brow in puzzlement.
"Huh?"
Two strong black arms clamped themselves on either side of her neck,
skilfully putting Vikki into a sleeper hold, cutting off the supply of blood to
her brain. Vikki had a brief view of a very large black gentleman as she
struggled feebly, darkness falling rapidly over her consciousness. Her eyes
rolled up in her head and she blacked out.
As soon as Vikki lost consciousness, Pimpdaddy released the sleeper hold. He
wrapped his fist in her hair, grabbed Vikki's pantihose up off the floor and
effortlessly dragged her nude body to the bathroom.
The cold water helped bring her back to consciousness. Vikki slowly awoke,
on her belly in the bathtub, hogtied with her own pantihose. A large, muscular
black man wearing an unbelievable weight of gold chains was running cold water
into the bathtub. Vikki shivered, her nipples shrivelled to tight little acorns
with the cold.
"W-What do you want?"
Pimpdaddy looked at her, his eyes cold as arctic ice-pits.
"Did I say that you could talk, bitch?"
"Uh, no, actually."
Pimpdaddy shook his head disgustedly, wrapped his fist in Vikki's hair,
pushed her face underwater and held it there.
Charlene, the mouth whore, wearing a silk bathrobe, was sitting on the
toilet, lazily chewing gum, watching avidly. She loved watching Pimpdaddy break
in a new bitch. She loved it especially if it was a white, haughty, snotty,
rich bitch like this one. Teaching a stuck-up bitch how to crawl was a Pimpdaddy
specialty.
Vikki squirmed frantically. Her finely manicured fingernails dug into her
palms and her pretty painted toes splayed wide as Pimpdaddy effortlessly held
her under. Bubbles foamed up from around her head. Pimpdaddy waited a beat to
make sure that Vikki had sucked in two lungfuls of water and lifted her
contorted face out of the water.
Vikki coughed and sputtered, gulping air into her water-choked lungs in
great, ragged gasps. As soon as she got enough air into her lungs, she tried to
apologize.
"I'm sorr..."
Pimpdaddy cut her off.
"You really are one dumb cunt. I still haven't given you permission to
speak."
He shoved Vikki's head back under. She gulped in a quick lungful of air
before she went under. Having a lungful of air only made her anguish last
longer. Pimpdaddy waited patiently for the foam of bubbles around her head.
Charlene, perched on the toilet, eyes glittering, licked her lips with her
wet, muscular, mouth whore tongue as she watched Vikki's naked body wriggle
helplessly, writhing like a worm drowning in a mud puddle after a rainstorm. She
chewed her gum noisily, blew a bubble and popped it. She smirked evilly.
"Betcha she shits herself."
Pimpdaddy smiled and, with his free hand, ruffled his mouth whore's hair
affectionately.
"The white bitch is not getting out of the tub until she empties herself out
of every orifice."
Obligingly, Vikki puked when he brought her up for air the next time. He
watched her carefully as she frantically sucked oxygen into her burning lungs.
"Looks like she's going to try to say something again. Some bitches take a
long time to learn."
Vikki was horror-stricken.
"Noooo."
Pimpdaddy smirked as he pushed Vikki back under, her vomit swirling about
her ears in the tub.
"Told ya so."
It was at this point that Vikki fulfilled everyone's expectations and
squeezed out a nice, thick, juicy turd. It floated between her legs in a yellow
sea of pee. Pimpdaddy kept her under until she passed out. He pulled Vikki out
of the tub. Charlene wiped Vikki's face clean with a towel and gave her
mouth-to-mouth to revive her.
Vikki's bloodshot eyes fluttered open. Pimpdaddy wrapped a hand in her hair
and, with his other hand, gripped her by the crotch with a thumb up her asshole
and a couple of fingers up her cunt, something he called 'the six-pack grip'. He
picked her up and heaved her back into the tub for another swimming lesson.
Vikki was well on her way to learning the deepest respect possible for her
new pimp owner. Pimpdaddy gracefully allowed her the opportunity of putting her
financial affairs in order before she left, signing over everything she owned to
Pimpdaddy and arranging to transfer over the contents of her bank accounts to
him in a manner that wouldn't attract undue notice. With Pimpdaddy listening in
on the phone, she arranged for a long term leave of absence, pretending to be
another victim of TV burnout. It was deeply upsetting how easily Pimpdaddy
folded up her former life and took it all away from her.
A week later, Pimpdaddy, Vikki and Charlene were waiting quietly at a
private landing strip on an island just outside of US territorial waters. The
private jet of the Chinese Ambassador landed peacefully. Vikki had no luggage,
just the clothes she had on. Pimpdaddy escorted her on board the jet. He
graciously, and needlessly, introduced himself to the Spymaster's henchmen and
handed over Vikki in return for a suitcase full of unmarked bills of small
denomination. He spoke contemptuously to his former bitch before he and Charlene
left the plane to return to his beloved pink Cadillac and the good ole USA, land
of opportunity.
"You can take off your raincoat, Vikki. It's not going to rain inside the
plane."
Everyone laughed at stupid Vikki. Licking her lips nervously, Vikki removed
the raincoat. She was naked underneath, except for her spike heeled, thigh high,
whore boots.
"You keep everyone amused during the flight. You hear what I'm telling you,
bitch?"
Vikki nodded humbly. The Spymaster's henchmen sniggered and led her back to
the room with the big double bed and the mirror in the ceiling. It was a long
flight to China. There was lots for a hard humping whore to do in the way of
providing inflight entertainment.
