Jennifer 15
I was woken by Jared beginning to fuck me. I winced as I was sore and dry but he
pushed in savagely, filling my pussy and using me. It hurt badly, I gritted my
teeth and hoped he would finish quickly, just lying there while he used me like
a masturbating machine.
"You're too fucking dry, you dumb slut!" he said angrily, pulling his cock
savagely out. "Suck it, slut! His cock pushed into my mouth and I automatically
began to suck him, running my tongue around his cockhead. His fingers gripped
the side of my head, holding me still as he fucked my face, using my mouth and
suddenly he came, spurting down my throat.
Without a word, he left me on the floor and went to the bathroom. Groggily, I
remembered everything that had happened to me yesterday and quickly looked down
at my pussy. There was light stubble appearing and the slut tattoo stood out
like a beacon.
He returned after a while, showered and dressed, the smell of his aftershave
hung in the room. As I looked up at him, I realised I must smell and look
terrible from the constant fucking and sucking yesterday. I was indeed a slut
now.
There was a knock on the door and Jared let David in who was wheeling a large
trunk. David smiled when he saw me curled up naked on the floor, chained to the
table leg. "The boys seemed happy when I dropped them at the airport, didn't
mind losing at all."
"No, told you they wouldn't notice I was cheating. How could they with a naked
slut available, all holes ready to be used." He laughed coldly. "Get her ready,
if you want some action, I suggest she sucks you, her holes are a bit over
used." He laughed again and went back into the bathroom.
David unlocked the chain, pulled me into a kneeling position and guided his cock
into my mouth. Again, I knew what to do; I was nothing but a used slut now so I
quickly sucked him, even licking his balls in an effort to get him to come
quickly. My pussy as well as my bottom were terribly sore, painful, the new
tattoo stung and my breasts were tender from the many hands that had squeezed
them.
"Over your tits," he grunted and I pushed my arms under my breasts to push them
up so he could spurt over them, his come thickly lying on my breasts. I saw the
red nipples, red from the dye they had applied and flushed in shame. I knew my
pussy lips stood out because of the same dye. They had marked me for life with
my dyed nipples and pussy along with the tattoo.
David handcuffed my wrists to my collar so my hands were kept near my throat and
opened the trunk. I looked in horror as I suddenly realised they were going to
put me in it. Jared returned, laughed when he saw my face and said, "This time
you're travelling a little differently. Open wide," he said as he produced a
ball gag, his fingers roughly squeezing my jaw. I wanted to scream my protest
but I was so afraid of him, I knew he would hurt me badly if I made a noise so I
kept still as the gag was pushed in.
Jared lifted me with my hands, which hurt as they were attached to the collar
and David lifted me by my feet to put me into the trunk. I had to double up on
my side, my hands helpless at my throat, lead down and gagged. "Any noise from
you slut and I'll break all your fingers!" Jared warned and I shivered. The lid
closed and I was in darkness.
I heard them locking it and their muffled voices as they moved away. I thought I
hear Jared's laugh and then there was silence. I could breath at least, I had
been worried but I could breathe easily, it was just very uncomfortable.
Lying there, I felt a familiar feeling. Oh no, I though, is my period starting?
It wasn't due to today, was it? Time had merged and maybe it started earlier
because of the continual fucking I had experienced. As my hands were fastened to
my throat, I couldn't reach down and check.
The trunk didn't move for sometime and I drifted off to sleep, to be woken
suddenly when the trunk began to move, two muffled voices talking as it was
rolled along. The voices didn't sound like Jared and David, they were deeper and
different and I had no sense of direction, no idea where the trunk was going.
With sudden force and a bang, the trunk stopped and I felt the entire thing
shake. I guessed it was being loaded onto a truck and when a deep engine turned
over, the trunk vibrated with it and I knew my guess had been correct.
We moved off and the vibrations lulled me back to sleep. I had no idea how long
I had been asleep but I now knew for sure my period had started, I could feel
the blood stickily between my legs.
I slept some more; time had disappeared for me, I felt I had been in the trunk
for days but guessed it had, at the most, been one day. I woke when the truck
stopped. The deep voices reappeared and I felt the trunk start to move. My whole
body was stiff and sore, I had been bent in this awkward position for what
seemed like ever and I was sure my crotch was now covered in menstrual blood. I
had also been drooling constantly with the gag and salvia had pooled on my
breasts.
I also had to pee and with no way to hold it, I relaxed and the urine pooled
around me, warm, sticky and very smelly.
The trunk bumped up some stairs and I shook with every movement. More voices, a
laugh, which I thought, was Jared's and then a woman's voice. Was that Sylvia?
The trunk opened and I blinked and grimaced in the sudden light.
"Fuck!" Jared said. "What the fuck is that blood?" I squinted around and saw I
was back in Sylvia's apartment.
"I'd say her period has started," Sylvia said calmly and laughed when Jared
wrinkled his nose in disgust. "You men," she laughed, "its just blood, that's
all. Help her out."
"I'm not touching her," Jared said, backing off. "I'll get that muck over my
suit. She can get out herself."
Sylvia sighed, bent down and removed the gag. I worked my jaw to relive the
stiffness. "Get out," she said and I started to work my way clumsily out of the
trunk. As I did and looked down, my crotch was covered in dark blood and I also
knew I must have smelt of sweat and urine.
"Fuck, I can't stand the smell," Jared said. "I'm going out." The door slammed
after him and Sylvia smiled.
"Men," she said quietly, "they can be such babies sometimes." She unlocked my
hands and I groaned gratefully when I lowered them "Into the shower, clean
yourself thoroughly and don't forget to shave." She looked at the blood. "I
assume you have a heavy flow on the first couple of days?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"I'll get something. Into the shower, quickly, you really are quite disgusting."
The water was wonderful and I soaped myself twice, shaved my pussy and soaped
again and shampooed my short hair. Sylvia handed me a towel and I dried myself
and she handed me a tampon when I had finished. "It's a Super," she explained
and blushing, I unwrapped it and inserted it in front of her.
Her eyes fell on the tattoo. "Very nice," she smiled, "and the red dye hasn't
faded. You are quite the slut now, aren't you?"
"Yes Ma'am," I murmured.
In the bedroom, I pulled on pink panties; complete with a panty liner she had
given me and a matching pink lace under wire bra. Meekly, I pulled white stay up
stockings on, white lace around the top and then a short white uniform that
buttoned up the front. Following her instructions, I left two buttons undone at
the top and two at the hem so my stocking tops would flash. The dress was short
enough that I knew when I bent over my pink panties would be displayed but I
remembered her early instructions that sluts don't bend at the knees.
In the mirror I saw that the pink bra could be seen peeking out at the top and I
looked like some slutty medial t or chemist assistant. "I've grown tired of the
maid's uniform," Sylvia said, from her position on the bed. "Now," she said
calmly, "you've had lot's of fun and I've had none while you've been away. Get
on your knees, slut and use that tongue with its stud."
Sylvia hiked her skirt up, pulled her panties and pantyhose down and then laid
back so I could crawl between her legs to begin licking.
I didn't mind so much anymore and she had been nice to me when I got out of that
trunk. My tongue worked it's new magic and Sylvia moaned as I flicked her clit
with the tongue stud. No, I really didn't mind that much, it was better than
being caned and I felt so clean and comfortable I would rather lick her than be
locked in the trunk.
I am such a slut.
Sylvia came in a rush, legs squeezing my ears off and she even stroked my punky
hair when she had calmed down. I stiffened when there was a knock on the door.
"That will be the handyman to take the trunk away. Open the door." The guys eyes
nearly fell out of his head and I felt embarrassed and humiliated as I still had
Sylvia's juices on my face.
"Here to get a trunk or something?" He mumbled while his eyes ran over me and I
felt a little tingle as I realised I was turning him on. I pointed back into the
flat and I knew he was staring at my bottom as I led the way. I bent over as I
had been shown to flash my pink panties at him while I quickly closed the lid on
the mess inside the trunk.
"Good," he said, "it's got wheels. Guess I'll take it downstairs," I mumbled,
eyes still fastened at my breasts. I smiled at him and leaned over a little so
he could see down the uniform.
"Give the man a tip, slut," Sylvia called from the bedroom and I squeezed up to
him, feeling his lean body through his jeans, the roughness of his work shirt
prickling my face.
"Yes Ma'am," I called back, my fingers stroking his cock through the pants. I
smiled up at him as I unzipped him, fingers digging inside to circle around his
hard cock. I gasped when I pulled his black cock out of his fly, he was huge!
"I'm Barnaby," he murmured as my hand started to stroke him, "what's your name?"
"Slut, Sir," I said dreamily as I started to pump him harder, "just Slut." He
leaned back against the door, head tilted back as I jerked him off. I was just
going to get down on my knees to suck him when he groaned, stiffened and spurted
huge dollops of cum into the air. It was an explosion.
Sheepishly, Barnaby said, "it's been a while so I came pretty quickly. Thanks,"
he added zipping up. He couldn't wait to leave and he was gone quickly, rolling
the trunk with him. I got a washcloth and got down on my knees to wipe up the
sticky puddle on the tiles near the front door. It looked like a gallon!
"When you've finished that," Sylvia said, standing in the doorway in her robe,
"you can clean the entire flat from top to bottom but first run my bath."
"Yes Ma'am."
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I'm spending Christmas with my Mum, don't think I can write porn there! :) I'll
have a little break but there is more to come if you pardon the really awful
pun! Merry Christmas.
Jennifer.
PS Thanks for your emails and reviews. More please, I'm insatiable.
