I took lunch and brownies down to Mavis. Even though I knew there’d be no sex, I undressed in the garage and entered nude. Mavis told me that wasn’t necessary and gave me a robe. I told her about my cumm restrictions which she thought were definitely in order.
We talked for a long time about things, some about Jas, some about Whitney and Karen. She’s still greatly disappointed in Jas. I served her lunch. TWhen we'd finished lunch, she wanted a relaxing bath and some attention. Without hesitation, I removed the robe, drew her bath and bathed her. After I'd washed her, she moved my hand over her sex. With her still in the tub, I began playing with her pussy. She reclined in the tub; I added more hot water and kept massaging her until she sighed in satisfaction. I dried her off and helped her into a robe. We went to the kitchen, me still nude, and ate brownies and drank milk.
Mavis phone rang; it was Daphne indicating she was coming over with her girls. I threw on a robe before they entered. Daphne and I hugged and she actually cried on my shoulder. Mavis took the girls back in the kitchen and fed them brownies while Daphne and I talked. She’s extremely apologetic for what happened back in the spring. I told her all was in the past and I wanted to move forward from here. I wasn’t looking back. Daphne looks great. She’s lost weight and her mood is vastly improved.
We slipped back into Mavis bedroom, closed the door and I undressed her. Mavis took the girls outside to play which gave Daphne and I some time together. She lay back on the bed and I slowly frigged her to a cumm. I told her as soon as I get these bandages off my face I’d look forward to serving her as I did in the past.
Mavis brought the girls inside and Daphne and I came out of the bedroom. They left and I gave Daphne a parting hug before they left. Mavis seemed extremely pleased at everything that happened. I hugged her, thanked her for all she's done and left. Once in the garage I dressed and came home. It wasn’t wild sex but it was good for me to ease back into things.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Oct 10, 2009: The Art Fair
Katrina and I did the art fair late this morning for a couple of hours in what passes as the gay and lesbian district of town. We browsed all the booths; there really wasn’t a lot going on. We went to a restaurant for lunch and then walked along the 3-4 blocks of what constitutes the main shopping district in this alternative lifestyle part of town. We probably hit about 5-6 funky, off beat shops.
In one shop, Katrina found a ridiculous micro mini and insisted I try it on. The dressing room was midway in the shop against one wall with only a set of canvas curtains slung on rods around the other 3 sides. They curtains didn’t even come all the way down to the floor. She insisted I try this thing on, then come out and show her and the clerk, some diminutive Indian gal with a tat on her bare shoulder. The skirt was way too small for me but I came out anyway, even though I couldn’t fasten the waistband. Fortunately or unfortunately they didn’t have a larger size so I didn’t get it.
When I went back into the dressing room, Katrina whispered in my ear to take off the mini and the black top I was wearing and masturbate. I went ape. The privacy was about zero, but nonetheless, in heels and a bra, I did. There were several other people shopping, some women and some couples. Embarrassed as hell, I could hear footsteps of people passing by, talking about things in the shop. Their presence was distracting yet erotic and I found the right space in my mind concentrating on my cunt and the fact that only a piece of canvass separated me from them. I kept fingering my cunt until in squeezed off an orgasm. I could smell myself and sucked my fingers to try to get the scent off. When I came out, Katrina was still talking to the clerk and the look on my face, a combination of sheer guilt and shame, probably said more than words could have. The clerk looked me straight in the eye and I ducked my head. She gave me her card with her name, Narayani, and phone number written on the back. She did not say anything other than she was sorry the skirt didn’t fit and gave me a coy smile.
We left and I asked Katrina what that was all about. She said it was clear to anybody who paid attention what I was doing behind the curtain. In fact, Narayani asked her what was taking me so long to get dressed again; Katrina said she told her I was probably in there masturbating, that I had a high sex drive. I groaned. She told me to keep the card, and after I’d satisfied some other obligations, call her and ask for sex; she’s sure the girl is a lesbian.
Katrina called Annette since she lives in the same neighborhood and asked if we could come by. We bought a bottle of wine, walked about 4 blocks over to her place and had some wine. I had to tell Annette what I’d done, masturbating in the dressing room, which Annette found hilarious but not surprising. Katrina and I went back into Annette’s bedroom were we undressed and I ate her pussy then licked her ass. Katrina called Annette in and asked to borrow her strappy. She began fucking me. Annette watched for a moment them began undressing. She settled over my face and I ate her while they told me what a shameless whore I was. She said how interesting it’s going to be to have me sucking off this little Hindu princess. I came like a skyrocket. We shifted positions on the bed and Katrina used the strappy on Annette and gave her a slow fuck while I sucked her breasts.
We hung out there until around 5:30, then left and went back to Katrina’s. I picked up some of my fall and winter clothes out of her basement and left.
In one shop, Katrina found a ridiculous micro mini and insisted I try it on. The dressing room was midway in the shop against one wall with only a set of canvas curtains slung on rods around the other 3 sides. They curtains didn’t even come all the way down to the floor. She insisted I try this thing on, then come out and show her and the clerk, some diminutive Indian gal with a tat on her bare shoulder. The skirt was way too small for me but I came out anyway, even though I couldn’t fasten the waistband. Fortunately or unfortunately they didn’t have a larger size so I didn’t get it.
When I went back into the dressing room, Katrina whispered in my ear to take off the mini and the black top I was wearing and masturbate. I went ape. The privacy was about zero, but nonetheless, in heels and a bra, I did. There were several other people shopping, some women and some couples. Embarrassed as hell, I could hear footsteps of people passing by, talking about things in the shop. Their presence was distracting yet erotic and I found the right space in my mind concentrating on my cunt and the fact that only a piece of canvass separated me from them. I kept fingering my cunt until in squeezed off an orgasm. I could smell myself and sucked my fingers to try to get the scent off. When I came out, Katrina was still talking to the clerk and the look on my face, a combination of sheer guilt and shame, probably said more than words could have. The clerk looked me straight in the eye and I ducked my head. She gave me her card with her name, Narayani, and phone number written on the back. She did not say anything other than she was sorry the skirt didn’t fit and gave me a coy smile.
We left and I asked Katrina what that was all about. She said it was clear to anybody who paid attention what I was doing behind the curtain. In fact, Narayani asked her what was taking me so long to get dressed again; Katrina said she told her I was probably in there masturbating, that I had a high sex drive. I groaned. She told me to keep the card, and after I’d satisfied some other obligations, call her and ask for sex; she’s sure the girl is a lesbian.
Katrina called Annette since she lives in the same neighborhood and asked if we could come by. We bought a bottle of wine, walked about 4 blocks over to her place and had some wine. I had to tell Annette what I’d done, masturbating in the dressing room, which Annette found hilarious but not surprising. Katrina and I went back into Annette’s bedroom were we undressed and I ate her pussy then licked her ass. Katrina called Annette in and asked to borrow her strappy. She began fucking me. Annette watched for a moment them began undressing. She settled over my face and I ate her while they told me what a shameless whore I was. She said how interesting it’s going to be to have me sucking off this little Hindu princess. I came like a skyrocket. We shifted positions on the bed and Katrina used the strappy on Annette and gave her a slow fuck while I sucked her breasts.
We hung out there until around 5:30, then left and went back to Katrina’s. I picked up some of my fall and winter clothes out of her basement and left.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Oct 3, 2009: The Cellar; Day 3
If waking up Friday morning was a blur, this morning was worse. Chanel came to check on me and said I smelled to high heavens. My head was pounding and my cunt and ass either swollen or bruised or both. My hands were still cuffed in front of me.
Chanel took me upstairs for coffee. I ached all over. We went into the kitchen which looked like something out of a 1960’s home décor magazine. She said all the girls slept over last night and were still asleep. It was 9:30. She said I looked terrible, go look. She led me to the bathroom, stepping over two girls who were asleep in the short hall. I looked in the mirror and groaned. I was covered in welts and red mark some of which had turned to bruises. My eyes were puffy and my hair a rats nest of tangles. I muttered … too late to do anything about it now. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and she said okay. I sat on the commode then wiped myself the best I could which wasn’t easy with my hands cuffed in front of me. I wanted a cigarette so we sat on the steps outside the kitchen drank coffee and talked a few minutes. I ate a few pieces of pizza crust left in one of the boxes. The weather was warm and the sunshine felt good. Although I was naked, I wasn’t too concerned about being seen because there was a ramshackle shed between the side of the house and a main road, probably ¼ mile away where lots of traffic was. To my left was the gravel driveway leading to the side road and to my right was a decrepit garage that looked like it’d fall under its own weight. There were overgrown fields beyond the yard and woods in the distance one way and some commercial buildings the other. I basked in the sunshine, enjoyed the cigarette and coffee
I decided to sneak back into the bathroom and wash my face. Chanel didn’t think it was a grand idea but I was desperate to feel refreshed. I went back in. No sooner than I had than Whitney came in and asked what the fuck was I doing. I told her I just needed to wash some of the stink off. She grabbed me, pushed me out the door into the hall and pounced on me, wrestling me to the ground. With seconds Jessie and Ellie were helping her and I was face down in the hall, my cuffed hands under me. By then Jas and another girl, Keisha, came out. Jas mistakenly thought they’d caught me trying to run away, even though Whitney told her I wasn’t escaping, she’d caught me in the bathroom. However, it didn’t register with Jas and she slapped my face several times. Chanel came to check and told Jas to ease up.
By this time there were girls everywhere and they dragged me into a central hall. I was leaning back against a wall and Jas stood over me and pissed on me. Whitney told her not to since the pee would ruin her grandmother’s wood floor.
They herded me through the kitchen, out the door and into the side yard which was more dirt and weeds than grass. I was lying in the dirt and some of them had pissed on me again. While they did, another car drove in and three more black girls got out. All of them hugged and started boisterous conversation. Jas pointed at me. They laughed and walked over with Jas. I recognized them; Llewellyn, Rosanna and Nikki whom I’d met as part of Sophia’s gang.
They mocked me. Jas bragging about what they’d done to me so far. However, the three gang members, Llewellyn, Rosanna and Nikki expressed some serious misgivings as to why Jas hadn’t invited Sophia and the gang and they came out to see what was going on. How they knew where we were, the farmhouse, is beyond me. After more conversation, Jas had her girls pull me out of the dirt. She led every one down to the bunker.
The gang girls liked the set up. They told Jas to uncuff me, which she did. Nikki came over to me slapped me and said how ya doing sweetheart. I said okay. She asked if I was glad to see them and I nodded. She pulled her shorts off and lowered her panties and told me she hadn’t stopped thinking about what a cunt sucking bitch I was last month. She spit at me, slapped me and pulled me against her pussy. I started licking her pussy. I ate her. She bitched back and forth about Sophia not being informed. She asked me about the whip marks on me and I told her Jas and her friends did it. She said I was too good a white bitch to be hanging around with Jas and I needed serious women who could handle me. She took her handcuffs out of her pocket and cuffed my hands behind me. She told me to kneel and I did. She pissed on me and said I was hers now. She threw me on the mattress and got the strappy and put it on. I was on my back on the bed. She mounted me and slid it into my cunt. She was fucking the hell out of me, looking down into my face and telling me I was hers now, hers and the gang. She dirty talked me told me what a filthy fuck I was, did I like getting fucked by a real dyke. She told me I was wet down there and she took one finger and massaged my clit while she fucked me. She told me to fucking scream that I liked her fucking me and I did. She kept fucking even though I’d cumm and she had, too.
Llewellyn came over and asked me my name again. I said “eve’. She spit in my face and said my fucking real name doesn’t mean anything to her that we could chose “cunt”, “slut” or “whore”. She said chose one. I said “slut”. She said that will be your name from now on. Rosanna took the strappy, stripped and started fucking me. She picked up right where Nikki left off. She told me my life would change forever, that I would come to crave and seek out the degrading experiences, that I’d offer myself for whatever I had to and I’d accept the pain, the thrills, the degradation that I would now get from them. I came like crazy, I couldn’t help it. She laughed at me.
Rosanna finished fucking me, took the strappy off and pushed my face into Llewellyn’s pussy. She told me to worship it and that I’d be gang property. My heart was racing but I ate her until she came.
While all this was going on Jas and her friends just stood around watching. When the three gang girls had finished with me, they invited Karen, who they found out was the youngest there, to come over. They told me to eat her ass. While I did, they had Karen eat all three of them. Jas and friends just stood there.
I licked Karen's ass forever. The gang girls asked me if I liked the taste of ass so much I’d do theirs. I’m not sure whose was first, either Llewellyn or Rosanna but I started licking. They were standing with their asses pouched back and I was still kneeling on the bed, with my own ass stuck back by Nikki’s instruction. While I ate them, Nikki beat mine. I cried because I couldn’t take much.
When all of them had finished they took their handcuffs off me and invited Jas and her friends to get the leftovers.
They did. The three gang girls watched. Jas was somewhat deflated but all of them shoved me around and one rammed a dildo in my cunt. I was so sore I couldn’t cumm but Llewellyn told Karen to fist me. I shrieked please no which only added to the laughter. She lubed her hand and worked it in me. I was moaning and crying. While she fisted me the other girls started using my face and mouth. Llewellyn kept urging Karen on and shouted at me that I’d better cumm. Eventually I did and Karen withdrew her hand. I pissed uncontrollably. The gang girls told Jas they wanted me at the meeting place tonight. Jas agreed. Chanel talked to the gang girls in private. They all left. Chanel talked to me. She said I didn’t look good; I was pale and my eyes glassy. I told her I didn’t feel that I could continue.
Chanel called Katrina and said I seemed to be at my end. A decision was made to stop the session and get me out. Jas wasn’t happy about any of this since she promised the gang girls she’d have me at the meeting place in a few hours but Chanel said that wasn’t going to happen. There was some discussion between Jas and Chanel but I don’t know what the outcome was. I didn’t care. Chanel grabbed a garment out of the old ladies closet for me to wear and drove me to Fran’s where Katrina met us.
There were 12 girls who used me this day; Jas, Jessie, Whitney, Ellie, Cherie, Maya, Karen, Keisha, Natalie. Llewellyn, Rosanna, Nikki.
Chanel took me upstairs for coffee. I ached all over. We went into the kitchen which looked like something out of a 1960’s home décor magazine. She said all the girls slept over last night and were still asleep. It was 9:30. She said I looked terrible, go look. She led me to the bathroom, stepping over two girls who were asleep in the short hall. I looked in the mirror and groaned. I was covered in welts and red mark some of which had turned to bruises. My eyes were puffy and my hair a rats nest of tangles. I muttered … too late to do anything about it now. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and she said okay. I sat on the commode then wiped myself the best I could which wasn’t easy with my hands cuffed in front of me. I wanted a cigarette so we sat on the steps outside the kitchen drank coffee and talked a few minutes. I ate a few pieces of pizza crust left in one of the boxes. The weather was warm and the sunshine felt good. Although I was naked, I wasn’t too concerned about being seen because there was a ramshackle shed between the side of the house and a main road, probably ¼ mile away where lots of traffic was. To my left was the gravel driveway leading to the side road and to my right was a decrepit garage that looked like it’d fall under its own weight. There were overgrown fields beyond the yard and woods in the distance one way and some commercial buildings the other. I basked in the sunshine, enjoyed the cigarette and coffee
I decided to sneak back into the bathroom and wash my face. Chanel didn’t think it was a grand idea but I was desperate to feel refreshed. I went back in. No sooner than I had than Whitney came in and asked what the fuck was I doing. I told her I just needed to wash some of the stink off. She grabbed me, pushed me out the door into the hall and pounced on me, wrestling me to the ground. With seconds Jessie and Ellie were helping her and I was face down in the hall, my cuffed hands under me. By then Jas and another girl, Keisha, came out. Jas mistakenly thought they’d caught me trying to run away, even though Whitney told her I wasn’t escaping, she’d caught me in the bathroom. However, it didn’t register with Jas and she slapped my face several times. Chanel came to check and told Jas to ease up.
By this time there were girls everywhere and they dragged me into a central hall. I was leaning back against a wall and Jas stood over me and pissed on me. Whitney told her not to since the pee would ruin her grandmother’s wood floor.
They herded me through the kitchen, out the door and into the side yard which was more dirt and weeds than grass. I was lying in the dirt and some of them had pissed on me again. While they did, another car drove in and three more black girls got out. All of them hugged and started boisterous conversation. Jas pointed at me. They laughed and walked over with Jas. I recognized them; Llewellyn, Rosanna and Nikki whom I’d met as part of Sophia’s gang.
They mocked me. Jas bragging about what they’d done to me so far. However, the three gang members, Llewellyn, Rosanna and Nikki expressed some serious misgivings as to why Jas hadn’t invited Sophia and the gang and they came out to see what was going on. How they knew where we were, the farmhouse, is beyond me. After more conversation, Jas had her girls pull me out of the dirt. She led every one down to the bunker.
The gang girls liked the set up. They told Jas to uncuff me, which she did. Nikki came over to me slapped me and said how ya doing sweetheart. I said okay. She asked if I was glad to see them and I nodded. She pulled her shorts off and lowered her panties and told me she hadn’t stopped thinking about what a cunt sucking bitch I was last month. She spit at me, slapped me and pulled me against her pussy. I started licking her pussy. I ate her. She bitched back and forth about Sophia not being informed. She asked me about the whip marks on me and I told her Jas and her friends did it. She said I was too good a white bitch to be hanging around with Jas and I needed serious women who could handle me. She took her handcuffs out of her pocket and cuffed my hands behind me. She told me to kneel and I did. She pissed on me and said I was hers now. She threw me on the mattress and got the strappy and put it on. I was on my back on the bed. She mounted me and slid it into my cunt. She was fucking the hell out of me, looking down into my face and telling me I was hers now, hers and the gang. She dirty talked me told me what a filthy fuck I was, did I like getting fucked by a real dyke. She told me I was wet down there and she took one finger and massaged my clit while she fucked me. She told me to fucking scream that I liked her fucking me and I did. She kept fucking even though I’d cumm and she had, too.
Llewellyn came over and asked me my name again. I said “eve’. She spit in my face and said my fucking real name doesn’t mean anything to her that we could chose “cunt”, “slut” or “whore”. She said chose one. I said “slut”. She said that will be your name from now on. Rosanna took the strappy, stripped and started fucking me. She picked up right where Nikki left off. She told me my life would change forever, that I would come to crave and seek out the degrading experiences, that I’d offer myself for whatever I had to and I’d accept the pain, the thrills, the degradation that I would now get from them. I came like crazy, I couldn’t help it. She laughed at me.
Rosanna finished fucking me, took the strappy off and pushed my face into Llewellyn’s pussy. She told me to worship it and that I’d be gang property. My heart was racing but I ate her until she came.
While all this was going on Jas and her friends just stood around watching. When the three gang girls had finished with me, they invited Karen, who they found out was the youngest there, to come over. They told me to eat her ass. While I did, they had Karen eat all three of them. Jas and friends just stood there.
I licked Karen's ass forever. The gang girls asked me if I liked the taste of ass so much I’d do theirs. I’m not sure whose was first, either Llewellyn or Rosanna but I started licking. They were standing with their asses pouched back and I was still kneeling on the bed, with my own ass stuck back by Nikki’s instruction. While I ate them, Nikki beat mine. I cried because I couldn’t take much.
When all of them had finished they took their handcuffs off me and invited Jas and her friends to get the leftovers.
They did. The three gang girls watched. Jas was somewhat deflated but all of them shoved me around and one rammed a dildo in my cunt. I was so sore I couldn’t cumm but Llewellyn told Karen to fist me. I shrieked please no which only added to the laughter. She lubed her hand and worked it in me. I was moaning and crying. While she fisted me the other girls started using my face and mouth. Llewellyn kept urging Karen on and shouted at me that I’d better cumm. Eventually I did and Karen withdrew her hand. I pissed uncontrollably. The gang girls told Jas they wanted me at the meeting place tonight. Jas agreed. Chanel talked to the gang girls in private. They all left. Chanel talked to me. She said I didn’t look good; I was pale and my eyes glassy. I told her I didn’t feel that I could continue.
Chanel called Katrina and said I seemed to be at my end. A decision was made to stop the session and get me out. Jas wasn’t happy about any of this since she promised the gang girls she’d have me at the meeting place in a few hours but Chanel said that wasn’t going to happen. There was some discussion between Jas and Chanel but I don’t know what the outcome was. I didn’t care. Chanel grabbed a garment out of the old ladies closet for me to wear and drove me to Fran’s where Katrina met us.
There were 12 girls who used me this day; Jas, Jessie, Whitney, Ellie, Cherie, Maya, Karen, Keisha, Natalie. Llewellyn, Rosanna, Nikki.
Oct 2, 2009: The Cellar; Day 2
I had the feeling I’d slept for several hours though it was difficult to tell. At first, I was disoriented and it took me a minute to remember where I was. My pussy felt like it had been raped. During the night one girl came down, pulled the cover off and pissed on me. She whipped my cunt several times, threw the quilt over me and went upstairs. Despite the quilt, I was chilled by the piss. I’d barely drifted off to sleep again when someone else came down, pissed on me and raked their nails over the soles of my feet. I pleaded for whoever it was to tell me what time it was. They didn’t speak to me. I had no idea whether it was day or night and that was maddening.
The blindfold was especially irritating. I lay there unable to move my position. I listened for noises but heard nothing. Not knowing where I was, what time it was, what came next bugged me tremendously. I desperately needed to pee and eventually pissed on the mattress. I felt abandoned and hopeless. I truthfully regretted that I agreed to do this.
I heard faint noises upstairs. Though I perceived I was definitely in a basement or something, this was different from Mavis basement; here I barely could hear sounds above me. Footsteps came down the stairs again and a voice said hey bitch this is Whitney, remember me? I said yes. She said to say hello to Karen, her younger sister who skipped school and came over this morning. How she got there I have no clue but I later found out Whitney drove over and got her. Whitney grabbed the cover off me and exposed my body. Karen mocked and made comments about me. Whitney slapped my face and pissed on me. I figured Karen was watching.
Whitney wanted me to eat Karen. I felt her body straddling mine and her pussy and her pussy within inches of my face. I could smell her cunt, I paused for a few seconds and flicked my tongue, and she lowered her pussy closer. I explored up and down her slit. She was smooth. My tongue tip found the area just above her pussy, the smoothness of her skin was like silk. I could not sense any sign of hair or stubble at all. She shifted her position slightly; seemingly pushing herself more to me. She tasted like honey and my tongue flicked inside her cunt. The warm wetness that I touched with my tongue seemed to run the full length of her cunt. I pushed a little further with my tongue.
She worked her hips up and down, even telling me to lick her deeper until I heard her say Yes that’s it slut, just there. I circled my tongue around her clit, licked up and down; there was wetness everywhere I touched. I could feel her moving over me, she was squirming around on my face. I found myself getting aroused, sensing that I, too, was wet. This girl was good. I continued to lick her cunt now for all it was worth. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head, called me a fucking old slut, gave a guttural moan, and exploded into a massive orgasm. Without a doubt I think this was the highlight of my ordeal. I thanked her then asked her how old she was. She giggled and replied, 14.
Other girls came down so I figured it must be mid morning. I smelled coffee. I know Jas is a late sleeper given the opportunity. I heard Chanel’s booming voice asking me how I was doing. I nodded okay; but the plug and blindfold were irritating me. I asked Chanel if I could have coffee and something to eat. She sent a girl upstairs. Chanel said they had to get me off this stinky mattress, so they took the chains off the cuffs and unhooked the chain at my collar. Weakly I shifted off the bed and stood. Even though the chains were off, the cuffs were still padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I was told to clasp my hands together behind my back. They had me stand and turn my butt to them and work the plug out. It stank. Jas told me to show them what a pig I was and lick it. I hesitated and someone, probably Jas, wrestled the plug from me and shoved it down my throat. I gagged; it was gross. I though I’d throw up. Someone took the plug and forced a beer into my mouth. I thought this is useless degradation.
Chanel told them to ease off for a minute. She had some of them take the pee soaked mattress off the bed, take it upstairs and let it dry and air out in the sun.
Someone returned with a coffee and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I thanked her, thanked Chanel and devoured it. Jas came down while I was finishing the second cup. She told me to get on my knees so she could piss. Chanel took the coffee cup and I knelt. She pissed and another girl did too. I sighed, I’d lost track long ago of how many times I’d been used as a toilet. For a few minutes I sensed girls standing around as if nobody was quite sure where to start on me. I asked for permission to shit and pee. Jas seemed to relish that I was now asking for the most basic of human privileges. Chanel told someone to get a bucket and paper. Someone shoved a bucket under me and I had to squat over the bucket I knew they were watching but it didn’t make a difference. I cleaned myself and mercifully some girl carried the waste upstairs. Finally Jas told me to eat her off and I did. Another girl stepped in. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head and pulled my face tightly against her cunt. I wasn’t really eating her she was just using my face to grind herself off. She orgasmed against my face then pulled my face back by my hair and had me lick her clean. I have no idea who that was. I was just reacting to what she dictated.
Chanel said she was going to a deli to get some food and would be back shortly. Jas didn’t like the fact that I was sitting on the floor untied and I remember Chanel telling her to do what she wanted. So Jas attached the wrist cuffs behind my back and had me sit cross-legged. She attached something to my collar, bent me forward and tied the rope to my ankle cuffs. I was sort of in a ball position, unable to sit up straight. Another girl pissed on me then they went upstairs. I waited, fatigued and defeated, in total despair.
Someone came back, Chanel, I presumed. I figured they were eating and whether it was breakfast or lunch I had no idea. They came back down. Some girl pulled my head back and stuck her pussy in my face, and I ate her like some mechanical robot. By now though the girls seemed a little bit livelier and Jas untied the rope from my collar to my feet and stretched me out on the floor.
One girl quickly mounted me, squatted over my face and said this is Whitney again; she was going to give me a present. She lowered her ass trapping my face under her cheeks. I began licking. I was responding like a robot. I felt her hole expand and her say ahhhhh. I shouted out a groan, tried desperately to shift my face to one side. She started shitting. I kept trying to move away but couldn’t. I cried, knowing she’d browned my face. She got off, called me a shit faced bitch. I lay there crying, smelling her mess. They howled in laughter. I shook in despair. The goo fell off and they smeared my face. Jas shouted at me called me a pig and had I oink. The girls were laughing. I cried. They taunted me mercilessly for that. Jas didn’t waste a moment and squatted over me and shit, this time right over my cunt. I thought if they all do this to me, I’m doomed. But for some reason no one else did. Jas laughed, this girl laughed. I found out later it was Jessie.
I smelled like an absolute pig and the room reeked of shit. It was so strong some of them left and went upstairs leaving the mess piled on me and around me. I burst into tears again. Someone came down and I heard Chanel say it stunk like shit down here. She made one girl come down and pick up the poop. She told me Katrina was on her way over and that brightened my spirits.
Someone drove up and within minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs and Katrina’s voice saying … well salope you are one fucking mess. Jas gleefully related all the activities they’d done and a chorus of voices added details she missed. I thanked Katrina for coming. Then I pleaded with her to please take the damn blindfold off. She asked how long I’d been blindfolded and I responded since they’d picked me up at the meeting spot. Katrina told them to remove it at once.
They returned me to a sitting position and took the tape off them the blindfold. At first I couldn’t see and squinted. Everything was dim until my eyes adjusted to the light. Katrina and Chanel were standing there along with Jas, Jessie, Whitney; the other three girls I didn’t know. They were introduced as Karen, Whitney’s sister, Keisha, fairly plain, and Natalie, the chubby one. My eyes moved to survey the enclosure. It wasn’t much bigger than an average bedroom about 12 x 12. The floor was rough concrete and the walls made of old brick. The room was lit by a bare light bulb in the ceiling. There were no windows. The ceiling was made of rough cut beams. In one part of the enclosure was the bed frame I’d spent the night on and other than that there wasn’t anything down there except for some old wooden shelves that had some miscellaneous dusty junk on them, my toy bag was on the shelves. Next to the shelves was and a wooden box. The place was more like a bunker than a basement. One wall of the room had a metal door that presumably led outside. There was some kind of a large pipe opening in one wall that I later learned provided ventilation to the damn bunker.
I asked where I was. Whitney told me this was her grandmother’s house off highway 74 east of the city. The room I was in had been dug out as a storm cellar. I asked what time it was which day it was, and was told around 2:00 on Friday. I sighed. I hadn’t been there a full day and it felt like weeks to me. I asked about my clothes and Jessie said they’d ripped them to shreds. To prove it she sowed me a piece of my skirt and bra which she was saving as a token. I shivered.
Katrina told them to go upstairs except for Chanel. She untied my hands and ankles but the cuffs remained padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I noticed the cuffs were white glossy leather with small padlocks keeping them firmly in place. Katrina said lets talk. She wanted a rundown. I gave her my version of what had happened since yesterday afternoon. I asked where my car was and she told me it was at Chanel’s not to worry, keep talking. I told her the blindfold had made me disoriented. She promised me it would not be put back on again. She told Chanel to see if the metal door could be opened and Chanel succeeded in pushing it open enough to get some more ventilation down there and get the stink out. The fresh air felt fabulous. Then she asked how I was feeling. I told her my mood wasn’t great and I’d had moments of anguish when I really wished this wasn’t happening. She said first of all, I fucked up and that’s why I was here; let’s not forget that. I nodded. She said secondly, in discussions between herself and Jody it seemed Jas was a logical choice to be the one to have her way with me since it was well known I was afraid of her. It was unfortunate my mood wasn’t good but I’d put other people in a bad mood so we’re not stopping just because I didn’t feel good. She said she almost burst into laughter when she came down the steps and saw me tied up and lying in shit residue because I reminded her of some pig. Beyond that she's sensitive to my situation but I needed to suffer a little bit. I told her I understood but they’d fucked me incessantly last night and used me as a toilet since the beginning. She shrugged and said, well, they’re having fun. And if laughing at me, humiliating and beating me is their way of expressing fun then I’d have to accept it. She asked other than Jas who’d been the meanest to me, I said I didn’t know since I’d been blindfolded but Whitney was getting her jollies off for sure and she was the only one who identified herself when she did things.
By now the enclosure was aired out and Chanel shut the metal door. They went upstairs, told me to wait patiently that they wanted to talk to Jas privately. I felt better having talked to Katrina but I waited in anticipation. The three of them came back, Katrina, Chanel and Jas. Katrina told Jas that she was basically pleased with what was happening and there was no reason to change course other than no more blindfold. I froze. Katrina gave me one of those looks and said its 4:00, she was leaving. I exhaled. Deep inside of me I was hoping this thing would be over but obviously it wasn’t to be.
Jas called the other girls down and proudly announced Katrina gave her thumbs up to continue. They cheered; I groaned. With a look of power & lust in her eyes, she attached my wrists cuffs together with a clasp and attached a chain to that. She said she was going to tie me to the ceiling , take out a strap and beat my naked body and make me dance until they’re ready to use my mouth for a toilet and fuck my holes again. Jessie moved the wooden box over and stood on it and wrapped the chain around a thick beam and padlocked it. My arms were stretched above my head until elbows about even with my forehead. Jas got a long strap and told me she was going to beat me because Katrina said I needed it. I cringed. Jas started swinging at me. The first few left me dancing in pain. Jas laughed and said dance you fucking bitch.
Jessie ran upstairs and came back with two belts and some wire coat hangers. She had a bottle of tequila and a giant bag of chips. She stuck the bottle between my lips and had me guzzle. The girls picked up belts and coat hangers and in a flash it seemed every one of them was swinging at me yelling at me to dance. I danced and screamed. I was shaking so much now. They kept hitting me, finding my tits, tummy, ass, cunt legs until I was in tears. That didn’t stop them. Jasmine’s fingers found my clit and that’s when I lost control. She knew what to do to me; she was fingering inside my cunt and pinching my clit. I could feel an orgasm building inside me; At that point, I don’t know what happened, what came over me or why I yelled to make me cumm. I was delirious. I shuddered through an intense orgasm. Everything was a blur. I lost full control of my body and my mind.
They knew it. They unhooked the chain holding me up and let me slump to the floor. They were on top of me like wild animals after fresh meat. A pussy was over my face and I started eating her. I looked up through tears and saw Jessie on me. I sucked her. Things became a blur as one ass or pussy after another smothered me. I do remember opening my eyes and seeing Karen mount my face like she’d been doing this all her young life. Whoever wasn’t on top of my face seemed to have their hands in my cunt or on my nipples. I came repeatedly. It was surreal and seemed to last forever until they were satisfied or I was too weak to continue; I don’t remember which. I lay on the floor in a daze. When the first stream of piss hit me I just laid there like a rag doll and let them drench me.
They left me like that. Hands still cuffed in front of me lying in piss exhausted from sex. I either passed out or fell asleep immediately.
I was awakened by water being poured in my face. I barely knew where I was or what my name was. I looked up and saw Jessie and Jas. They said I’d been asleep for over four hours and it was nearly 10:00 at night. I couldn’t believe it. They said some other girls arrived and wanted me. I vaguely remember seeing Ellie, Cherie and some girl introduced as Maya. I remember Ellie rolling me over and hands pulling me to all fours. Somebody had a strappy on and started lubing and fucking my ass. I remember eating Ellie, then Cherie and this other girl Maya who seemed older. I don’t remember much detail other than once again it was sex. It didn’t matter how degrading it was. I just did it in robotic fashion. One girl farted in my face and I kept eating. It didn’t faze me. I know I was pissed on a lot. My body ached all over from being beaten. My mouth was so sore I could barely function. I remember the strappy or dildo’s fucking every hole in my body. The last thing I remember was a bunch of them lifting me off the floor and tossing me back on the mattress on the bed.
Note: from Chanel’s record, 9 girls used me this day; Jas, Jessie, Whitney, Ellie, Cherie, Maya, 17, (n), Karen, 14, (n), Keisha, Natalie.
The blindfold was especially irritating. I lay there unable to move my position. I listened for noises but heard nothing. Not knowing where I was, what time it was, what came next bugged me tremendously. I desperately needed to pee and eventually pissed on the mattress. I felt abandoned and hopeless. I truthfully regretted that I agreed to do this.
I heard faint noises upstairs. Though I perceived I was definitely in a basement or something, this was different from Mavis basement; here I barely could hear sounds above me. Footsteps came down the stairs again and a voice said hey bitch this is Whitney, remember me? I said yes. She said to say hello to Karen, her younger sister who skipped school and came over this morning. How she got there I have no clue but I later found out Whitney drove over and got her. Whitney grabbed the cover off me and exposed my body. Karen mocked and made comments about me. Whitney slapped my face and pissed on me. I figured Karen was watching.
Whitney wanted me to eat Karen. I felt her body straddling mine and her pussy and her pussy within inches of my face. I could smell her cunt, I paused for a few seconds and flicked my tongue, and she lowered her pussy closer. I explored up and down her slit. She was smooth. My tongue tip found the area just above her pussy, the smoothness of her skin was like silk. I could not sense any sign of hair or stubble at all. She shifted her position slightly; seemingly pushing herself more to me. She tasted like honey and my tongue flicked inside her cunt. The warm wetness that I touched with my tongue seemed to run the full length of her cunt. I pushed a little further with my tongue.
She worked her hips up and down, even telling me to lick her deeper until I heard her say Yes that’s it slut, just there. I circled my tongue around her clit, licked up and down; there was wetness everywhere I touched. I could feel her moving over me, she was squirming around on my face. I found myself getting aroused, sensing that I, too, was wet. This girl was good. I continued to lick her cunt now for all it was worth. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head, called me a fucking old slut, gave a guttural moan, and exploded into a massive orgasm. Without a doubt I think this was the highlight of my ordeal. I thanked her then asked her how old she was. She giggled and replied, 14.
Other girls came down so I figured it must be mid morning. I smelled coffee. I know Jas is a late sleeper given the opportunity. I heard Chanel’s booming voice asking me how I was doing. I nodded okay; but the plug and blindfold were irritating me. I asked Chanel if I could have coffee and something to eat. She sent a girl upstairs. Chanel said they had to get me off this stinky mattress, so they took the chains off the cuffs and unhooked the chain at my collar. Weakly I shifted off the bed and stood. Even though the chains were off, the cuffs were still padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I was told to clasp my hands together behind my back. They had me stand and turn my butt to them and work the plug out. It stank. Jas told me to show them what a pig I was and lick it. I hesitated and someone, probably Jas, wrestled the plug from me and shoved it down my throat. I gagged; it was gross. I though I’d throw up. Someone took the plug and forced a beer into my mouth. I thought this is useless degradation.
Chanel told them to ease off for a minute. She had some of them take the pee soaked mattress off the bed, take it upstairs and let it dry and air out in the sun.
Someone returned with a coffee and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I thanked her, thanked Chanel and devoured it. Jas came down while I was finishing the second cup. She told me to get on my knees so she could piss. Chanel took the coffee cup and I knelt. She pissed and another girl did too. I sighed, I’d lost track long ago of how many times I’d been used as a toilet. For a few minutes I sensed girls standing around as if nobody was quite sure where to start on me. I asked for permission to shit and pee. Jas seemed to relish that I was now asking for the most basic of human privileges. Chanel told someone to get a bucket and paper. Someone shoved a bucket under me and I had to squat over the bucket I knew they were watching but it didn’t make a difference. I cleaned myself and mercifully some girl carried the waste upstairs. Finally Jas told me to eat her off and I did. Another girl stepped in. Without warning; she clamped her legs around my head and pulled my face tightly against her cunt. I wasn’t really eating her she was just using my face to grind herself off. She orgasmed against my face then pulled my face back by my hair and had me lick her clean. I have no idea who that was. I was just reacting to what she dictated.
Chanel said she was going to a deli to get some food and would be back shortly. Jas didn’t like the fact that I was sitting on the floor untied and I remember Chanel telling her to do what she wanted. So Jas attached the wrist cuffs behind my back and had me sit cross-legged. She attached something to my collar, bent me forward and tied the rope to my ankle cuffs. I was sort of in a ball position, unable to sit up straight. Another girl pissed on me then they went upstairs. I waited, fatigued and defeated, in total despair.
Someone came back, Chanel, I presumed. I figured they were eating and whether it was breakfast or lunch I had no idea. They came back down. Some girl pulled my head back and stuck her pussy in my face, and I ate her like some mechanical robot. By now though the girls seemed a little bit livelier and Jas untied the rope from my collar to my feet and stretched me out on the floor.
One girl quickly mounted me, squatted over my face and said this is Whitney again; she was going to give me a present. She lowered her ass trapping my face under her cheeks. I began licking. I was responding like a robot. I felt her hole expand and her say ahhhhh. I shouted out a groan, tried desperately to shift my face to one side. She started shitting. I kept trying to move away but couldn’t. I cried, knowing she’d browned my face. She got off, called me a shit faced bitch. I lay there crying, smelling her mess. They howled in laughter. I shook in despair. The goo fell off and they smeared my face. Jas shouted at me called me a pig and had I oink. The girls were laughing. I cried. They taunted me mercilessly for that. Jas didn’t waste a moment and squatted over me and shit, this time right over my cunt. I thought if they all do this to me, I’m doomed. But for some reason no one else did. Jas laughed, this girl laughed. I found out later it was Jessie.
I smelled like an absolute pig and the room reeked of shit. It was so strong some of them left and went upstairs leaving the mess piled on me and around me. I burst into tears again. Someone came down and I heard Chanel say it stunk like shit down here. She made one girl come down and pick up the poop. She told me Katrina was on her way over and that brightened my spirits.
Someone drove up and within minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs and Katrina’s voice saying … well salope you are one fucking mess. Jas gleefully related all the activities they’d done and a chorus of voices added details she missed. I thanked Katrina for coming. Then I pleaded with her to please take the damn blindfold off. She asked how long I’d been blindfolded and I responded since they’d picked me up at the meeting spot. Katrina told them to remove it at once.
They returned me to a sitting position and took the tape off them the blindfold. At first I couldn’t see and squinted. Everything was dim until my eyes adjusted to the light. Katrina and Chanel were standing there along with Jas, Jessie, Whitney; the other three girls I didn’t know. They were introduced as Karen, Whitney’s sister, Keisha, fairly plain, and Natalie, the chubby one. My eyes moved to survey the enclosure. It wasn’t much bigger than an average bedroom about 12 x 12. The floor was rough concrete and the walls made of old brick. The room was lit by a bare light bulb in the ceiling. There were no windows. The ceiling was made of rough cut beams. In one part of the enclosure was the bed frame I’d spent the night on and other than that there wasn’t anything down there except for some old wooden shelves that had some miscellaneous dusty junk on them, my toy bag was on the shelves. Next to the shelves was and a wooden box. The place was more like a bunker than a basement. One wall of the room had a metal door that presumably led outside. There was some kind of a large pipe opening in one wall that I later learned provided ventilation to the damn bunker.
I asked where I was. Whitney told me this was her grandmother’s house off highway 74 east of the city. The room I was in had been dug out as a storm cellar. I asked what time it was which day it was, and was told around 2:00 on Friday. I sighed. I hadn’t been there a full day and it felt like weeks to me. I asked about my clothes and Jessie said they’d ripped them to shreds. To prove it she sowed me a piece of my skirt and bra which she was saving as a token. I shivered.
Katrina told them to go upstairs except for Chanel. She untied my hands and ankles but the cuffs remained padlocked around my ankles and wrists. I noticed the cuffs were white glossy leather with small padlocks keeping them firmly in place. Katrina said lets talk. She wanted a rundown. I gave her my version of what had happened since yesterday afternoon. I asked where my car was and she told me it was at Chanel’s not to worry, keep talking. I told her the blindfold had made me disoriented. She promised me it would not be put back on again. She told Chanel to see if the metal door could be opened and Chanel succeeded in pushing it open enough to get some more ventilation down there and get the stink out. The fresh air felt fabulous. Then she asked how I was feeling. I told her my mood wasn’t great and I’d had moments of anguish when I really wished this wasn’t happening. She said first of all, I fucked up and that’s why I was here; let’s not forget that. I nodded. She said secondly, in discussions between herself and Jody it seemed Jas was a logical choice to be the one to have her way with me since it was well known I was afraid of her. It was unfortunate my mood wasn’t good but I’d put other people in a bad mood so we’re not stopping just because I didn’t feel good. She said she almost burst into laughter when she came down the steps and saw me tied up and lying in shit residue because I reminded her of some pig. Beyond that she's sensitive to my situation but I needed to suffer a little bit. I told her I understood but they’d fucked me incessantly last night and used me as a toilet since the beginning. She shrugged and said, well, they’re having fun. And if laughing at me, humiliating and beating me is their way of expressing fun then I’d have to accept it. She asked other than Jas who’d been the meanest to me, I said I didn’t know since I’d been blindfolded but Whitney was getting her jollies off for sure and she was the only one who identified herself when she did things.
By now the enclosure was aired out and Chanel shut the metal door. They went upstairs, told me to wait patiently that they wanted to talk to Jas privately. I felt better having talked to Katrina but I waited in anticipation. The three of them came back, Katrina, Chanel and Jas. Katrina told Jas that she was basically pleased with what was happening and there was no reason to change course other than no more blindfold. I froze. Katrina gave me one of those looks and said its 4:00, she was leaving. I exhaled. Deep inside of me I was hoping this thing would be over but obviously it wasn’t to be.
Jas called the other girls down and proudly announced Katrina gave her thumbs up to continue. They cheered; I groaned. With a look of power & lust in her eyes, she attached my wrists cuffs together with a clasp and attached a chain to that. She said she was going to tie me to the ceiling , take out a strap and beat my naked body and make me dance until they’re ready to use my mouth for a toilet and fuck my holes again. Jessie moved the wooden box over and stood on it and wrapped the chain around a thick beam and padlocked it. My arms were stretched above my head until elbows about even with my forehead. Jas got a long strap and told me she was going to beat me because Katrina said I needed it. I cringed. Jas started swinging at me. The first few left me dancing in pain. Jas laughed and said dance you fucking bitch.
Jessie ran upstairs and came back with two belts and some wire coat hangers. She had a bottle of tequila and a giant bag of chips. She stuck the bottle between my lips and had me guzzle. The girls picked up belts and coat hangers and in a flash it seemed every one of them was swinging at me yelling at me to dance. I danced and screamed. I was shaking so much now. They kept hitting me, finding my tits, tummy, ass, cunt legs until I was in tears. That didn’t stop them. Jasmine’s fingers found my clit and that’s when I lost control. She knew what to do to me; she was fingering inside my cunt and pinching my clit. I could feel an orgasm building inside me; At that point, I don’t know what happened, what came over me or why I yelled to make me cumm. I was delirious. I shuddered through an intense orgasm. Everything was a blur. I lost full control of my body and my mind.
They knew it. They unhooked the chain holding me up and let me slump to the floor. They were on top of me like wild animals after fresh meat. A pussy was over my face and I started eating her. I looked up through tears and saw Jessie on me. I sucked her. Things became a blur as one ass or pussy after another smothered me. I do remember opening my eyes and seeing Karen mount my face like she’d been doing this all her young life. Whoever wasn’t on top of my face seemed to have their hands in my cunt or on my nipples. I came repeatedly. It was surreal and seemed to last forever until they were satisfied or I was too weak to continue; I don’t remember which. I lay on the floor in a daze. When the first stream of piss hit me I just laid there like a rag doll and let them drench me.
They left me like that. Hands still cuffed in front of me lying in piss exhausted from sex. I either passed out or fell asleep immediately.
I was awakened by water being poured in my face. I barely knew where I was or what my name was. I looked up and saw Jessie and Jas. They said I’d been asleep for over four hours and it was nearly 10:00 at night. I couldn’t believe it. They said some other girls arrived and wanted me. I vaguely remember seeing Ellie, Cherie and some girl introduced as Maya. I remember Ellie rolling me over and hands pulling me to all fours. Somebody had a strappy on and started lubing and fucking my ass. I remember eating Ellie, then Cherie and this other girl Maya who seemed older. I don’t remember much detail other than once again it was sex. It didn’t matter how degrading it was. I just did it in robotic fashion. One girl farted in my face and I kept eating. It didn’t faze me. I know I was pissed on a lot. My body ached all over from being beaten. My mouth was so sore I could barely function. I remember the strappy or dildo’s fucking every hole in my body. The last thing I remember was a bunch of them lifting me off the floor and tossing me back on the mattress on the bed.
Note: from Chanel’s record, 9 girls used me this day; Jas, Jessie, Whitney, Ellie, Cherie, Maya, 17, (n), Karen, 14, (n), Keisha, Natalie.
Oct 1, 2009; The Cellar: Day 1
Jody and Katrina mandated a 4 day period with Jasmine as punishment for my recent bratty behavior. I understood that some form of retribution would be levied on me; however, I did not relish being given to Jas and her friends in the least and had a sense of foreboding. I’m aware that this wasn’t the easiest thing to plan and at one point cancelling it was mentioned. I’d have been relieved if it had based on a series of phone calls I received from Jas the evening prior.
Thursday, October 01, 2009.
During the early afternoon, I was told the weekend was cancelled; shortly thereafter, however, I was told it was back on. My instructions were to leave the house in the afternoon, go to a coffee shop and wait for a call to my cell. I was to bring my toy bag, purse and nothing else. After showering, I slipped on a skirt and blouse, thigh highs and black pumps. I smoked a few cigarettes had a glass of wine and left around 3:45. Katrina called to say Mavis corrected some misconceptions in Jas’s perception and they felt comfortable about Jas being in charge of me. I was nervous but would do as I was supposed to.
Around 4:30, Jas called my cell and gave me an address, general landmarks and to call her back if I got lost. She laughed and said they’re going to have a lot of fun. Panic boiled inside me, but I drove to the address realizing I was in a very seedy part of town. The address turned out to be a dilapidated series of four store fronts, two of which appeared to be boarded up. I wasn’t sure what to do. Nervous as hell, I waited until a faded red car with deep tinted windows, the radio blaring, pulled up beside me. The rear door opened and I saw Jas and Whitney in the back seat along with some girl I didn’t know. Jessie was driving and another girl in front with her. Jas yelled at me to bring my things and get in.
One of the girls I didn’t know grabbed my car keys from my hand and jumped out of the van. I tried to get them back but a slap across my face and an elbow rammed against my stomach left me breathless. I was pulled across the laps of Jas, Whitney and this girl. Car doors shut and we sped off. I was gasping for breath. Jas yelled that I was hers now. We drove several blocks through residential areas and then hit a main boulevard. Someone forced a blindfold over my eyes. Hands seemed to be everywhere yanking at my clothes, ripping fabric open, and sending buttons flying unceremoniously. I kicked at something unseen as a cacophony of black girls voiced yelled at me. I felt the waist band of my skirt opened at the zipper and ripped. Someone punched my tummy again. My will to resist faded. One of them pulled my arms behind me and snapped metal cuffs on my wrists. I heard fabric tearing. The last remnants of my bra and blouse were yanked off and my hose literally ripped of my legs. Another hand removed my black high-heeled pumps. I drew air into my lungs and as soon as I could breathe normally I begged Jas that I was hers and this wasn’t necessary. She told me to shut up and someone stuffed a ball gag in my mouth and bucked it behind my head.
They drove quite some distance. I could surmise by the sounds of less traffic and faster speeds we must be outside the city. Hands were everywhere mauling and pinching me. There were comments about the bruises from Kim’s whipping yesterday. The girls were laughing, pinching my nipples and groping me cunt. I remember the van made a sharp turn onto a rough road, drove slowly, turned again onto gravel and stopped. Doors opened. Someone put my heels back on. They wrapped a collar around my neck and attached a chain. Someone told for me to get out and I felt a sharp tug on the chain.
Blindfolded, gagged, bound, leashed and naked, I stumbled a few steps across rough gravel. I could feel sunlight on my body. Fingers wrapped around my upper arms and guided me up a couple of steps inside some building. They pushed me across a wooden floor and guided me down steps and I felt the dank air of what I presumed was a basement. One of them forced me to my knees, pushed me against a wall and hooked the chain attached to my collar to something. They told me they’d be back.
I could hear boisterous conversation in another part of whatever building I was in. At one point I heard what sounded like a car driving away, tires crunching over the gravel. I prayed they all hadn’t left. I explored my surroundings as best I could. The chain from my collar seemed to me attached to a metal bed which I could feel with my hands. The floor seemed to be rough concrete and the wall I could touch made of block or brick. I had very little wiggle room to move my neck. I knelt in sheer panic shaking so much that I peed on the floor.
In a few minutes I heard the car return, then bunches of laughter. Shortly thereafter, a procession of footsteps descended the stairs. Laughter ensued. A hand slapped me, someone spit in my face and Jas said she’d take the gag out but I had to promise not to yell. I nodded my head furiously that I would. She told me I better because I didn’t know where I was, they’d ripped my clothing to shreds and my car was miles away. I was shaking uncontrollably. Jas called me a bitch and asked was she getting her point across? I nodded “Yes Ma’am.” I knew they’d been drinking; I smelled the beer.
They removed the gag. Almost immediately a pussy was shoved in my face. Still shaking, I started licking. I sensed it was Jas because I could hear her voice saying that’s my old bitch, eat. I kept sucking her until she came. No sooner than she stepped away, another pussy was shoved against my mouth. I didn’t know whose. There was laughter and comments like … see; I told you she was good. This girl came on me and squirted.
The sound of more car tires on the gravel from outside; they stopped and someone said she must be here. I shook all over. A voice called out and one of them answered we’re down here. More footsteps on the stairs followed by laughter and a hushed voice and Jasmine’s excited voice exchanged some words. I heard a … don’t let me interrupt this, keep going.
By now someone forced my head into a third pussy. I could tell she was extremely fleshy and I sucked her off. The comments about me were outrageous and degrading. The laughter and shouting was continuous. At times hands pinched and pulled my nipples. Another pussy, extremely hairy, pressed into my face and I ate her and finally a fifth one. I don’t know who I serviced. All I know is each was wet with secretions.
There was no more; I figured five girls were around me. I didn’t know about the one who entered. Without warning I felt hot piss spew into my face and drench me. I groaned. Someone yelled for me to open my mouth. I was slow to react and a hand slapped my face hard and pinched my jaw. Another stream of piss hit me, then another as if all of them were pissing on me at once. I got a mouthful of piss followed by riotous laughter. My hair was dripping wet. Piss cooled on me and left me sticky and humiliated. Someone pried my mouth open and had me chug a beer. They poured liquor down my throat and by the taste I thought it was probably tequila. I felt the effect within minutes.
Somebody said they’d order pizza and used my money. I was slapped and asked how I felt about that. I said it’s yours. A person went back upstairs, presumably to order pizza and came back, apparently with more beers which I sensed them drinking. Somebody fizzed a beer and sprayed me. .
Someone unlocked the metal cuffs and the chain at my collar. Hands roughly shoved me in to my right against the bed and forced me on my back onto what felt like a thin mattress. One girl seemed to be holding my ankles, and two sets of hands were on each of my arms. I felt the texture of leather cuffs, my arms stretched flat against the mattress, the snap of padlocks. I realized my wrists had been secured to the corners of the bed. I struggled. I heard a voice, Jessie’s I think, say I wouldn’t do that if I were you. They pulled my body more toward the opposite end of the bed until my mid thighs were at the edge of the mattress and my feet on the floor, making my arms stretched out. Hands grabbed my legs and forced them back over my head. They wrapped cuffs around each ankle, sounds of padlocks and the clicking of chain and more snapping of padlocks. I sensed my legs were spread above me in a wide V, my ankles above my face and secured to something above me, probably in the ceiling. I knew I was well restrained. Worse, my cunt and ass were seemingly above my waist, completely exposed and ready for the taking. This whole process was interlaced with jeers and laughter.
It didn’t take long. I felt hands roaming through my cunt, a lubricated finger pushed into my hole. Something slapped my cunt, still tender from my session with Kim. I suddenly regretted letting her work me so hard. I yelled. Somebody climbed on the bed and straddled me and lowered their ass to my face; that distracted me. The bed squeaked. Something penetrated my cunt and began crudely fucking me. I screamed and all I got was an ass pressed against my mouth. The blindfold was maddening. I was fucked repeatedly, whether by the same girl or multiple girls, I don’t know. I know I sucked three different ass holes.
They went back upstairs, leaving me as I was. I lay there, legs suspended, in a confused state. This was horrible. My legs ached and my feet were cold... Mentally and physically I was waning. Within the few hours they’d used me, they’d wasted me and I knew there were days to follow. I recalled what Jody said, when they’re fucking, beating and pissing on me remember why it’s happening. That rolled through my mind repeatedly.
Someone came downstairs and asked me if I knew who this was. I said no. it was Chanel. I moaned and said please where am I. all she said was in a house. I asked if she came to release me; she snickered and said she’s here to keep an eye on things. I asked who was here and she said Jas and four friends. I asked how long I would be here and she said that wasn’t up to her but she’d be here as long as I was. I told her I didn’t think I could take much more. She said I could discuss that with Katrina, she’d be here tomorrow or the next day but for now I better suck it up. I asked if she could at least take the blindfold off, it was driving me nuts. She said, can’t do that, ask Jas; she’s in charge. I said I need to pee; again, she said tell Jas. I shook my head in despair. She said she was going upstairs and we’d talk later. I asked if it was still Thursday, she said yes, Thursday night.
I lay there a long time in solitude listening to the racket above me. They came down again and someone slapped my ass and asked me how I was doing. I said I’m cold. She said they’d warm me up and laughed. They slapped my ass and said did that feel better. They asked who left all those marks on my ass. I said Kim, my maid. There was more laughing and boasting they’d just add more marks. I said I needed to pee and they said so just pee, bitch. I peed and felt some of it stream down on me. The fucking started again, in both my ass and cunt. Someone used a dildo to fuck my mouth. I started crying. I heard Jas shout I think we’re breaking you, bitch, and spit in my face. She shouted for me to say I’d serve her all my miserable life, her and all her friends. I couldn’t say it. She grabbed my nipples and twisted them, shook them up and down making my tits flop, shouting at me to say it. Finally I did. They fucked me some more then unhooked my legs from whatever they were chained to. My wrists were still stretched to the corners of the bed above my head and my collar chained to something. I was still flat on my back, my feet on the floor at the end of the bed. Three of them pissed on me and it was clear to me they were using me as their toilet since I don’t recall hearing a commode flush.
They unchained my wrists from the bed but the leather cuffs were still padlocked around each ankle and wrists. My collar was still chained to whatever. Holding my arms so my hands couldn’t reach the blindfold, they had me sit on the floor, legs apart. Another girl pissed on me. They handed me a butt plug and told me to stick it in me. I rolled to my right side and inserted it. They returned me to a sitting position and told me to masturbate which to me was insane since I’d cumm several times from all their fucking and my cunt was sore beyond belief. Yet to their jeers and comments, I did. Once I’d finished another girl pissed on me.
They put me back on the bed, again on my back and chained my wrists and ankles to the corners of the narrow bed. Jas told me I’d sleep chained up like this. Before they’d left me they wound some tape around the blindfold to ensure it didn’t come off during the night. That made things tenser. I begged for a blanket since the place I was in was uncomfortably cool. Someone, Chanel, I think, said for them to do it. They went back upstairs and despite the stench of piss and sex, I drifted off to sleep.
Note. In conversations with Chanel, she helped me fill in this information.
Thursday, October 01, 2009.
During the early afternoon, I was told the weekend was cancelled; shortly thereafter, however, I was told it was back on. My instructions were to leave the house in the afternoon, go to a coffee shop and wait for a call to my cell. I was to bring my toy bag, purse and nothing else. After showering, I slipped on a skirt and blouse, thigh highs and black pumps. I smoked a few cigarettes had a glass of wine and left around 3:45. Katrina called to say Mavis corrected some misconceptions in Jas’s perception and they felt comfortable about Jas being in charge of me. I was nervous but would do as I was supposed to.
Around 4:30, Jas called my cell and gave me an address, general landmarks and to call her back if I got lost. She laughed and said they’re going to have a lot of fun. Panic boiled inside me, but I drove to the address realizing I was in a very seedy part of town. The address turned out to be a dilapidated series of four store fronts, two of which appeared to be boarded up. I wasn’t sure what to do. Nervous as hell, I waited until a faded red car with deep tinted windows, the radio blaring, pulled up beside me. The rear door opened and I saw Jas and Whitney in the back seat along with some girl I didn’t know. Jessie was driving and another girl in front with her. Jas yelled at me to bring my things and get in.
One of the girls I didn’t know grabbed my car keys from my hand and jumped out of the van. I tried to get them back but a slap across my face and an elbow rammed against my stomach left me breathless. I was pulled across the laps of Jas, Whitney and this girl. Car doors shut and we sped off. I was gasping for breath. Jas yelled that I was hers now. We drove several blocks through residential areas and then hit a main boulevard. Someone forced a blindfold over my eyes. Hands seemed to be everywhere yanking at my clothes, ripping fabric open, and sending buttons flying unceremoniously. I kicked at something unseen as a cacophony of black girls voiced yelled at me. I felt the waist band of my skirt opened at the zipper and ripped. Someone punched my tummy again. My will to resist faded. One of them pulled my arms behind me and snapped metal cuffs on my wrists. I heard fabric tearing. The last remnants of my bra and blouse were yanked off and my hose literally ripped of my legs. Another hand removed my black high-heeled pumps. I drew air into my lungs and as soon as I could breathe normally I begged Jas that I was hers and this wasn’t necessary. She told me to shut up and someone stuffed a ball gag in my mouth and bucked it behind my head.
They drove quite some distance. I could surmise by the sounds of less traffic and faster speeds we must be outside the city. Hands were everywhere mauling and pinching me. There were comments about the bruises from Kim’s whipping yesterday. The girls were laughing, pinching my nipples and groping me cunt. I remember the van made a sharp turn onto a rough road, drove slowly, turned again onto gravel and stopped. Doors opened. Someone put my heels back on. They wrapped a collar around my neck and attached a chain. Someone told for me to get out and I felt a sharp tug on the chain.
Blindfolded, gagged, bound, leashed and naked, I stumbled a few steps across rough gravel. I could feel sunlight on my body. Fingers wrapped around my upper arms and guided me up a couple of steps inside some building. They pushed me across a wooden floor and guided me down steps and I felt the dank air of what I presumed was a basement. One of them forced me to my knees, pushed me against a wall and hooked the chain attached to my collar to something. They told me they’d be back.
I could hear boisterous conversation in another part of whatever building I was in. At one point I heard what sounded like a car driving away, tires crunching over the gravel. I prayed they all hadn’t left. I explored my surroundings as best I could. The chain from my collar seemed to me attached to a metal bed which I could feel with my hands. The floor seemed to be rough concrete and the wall I could touch made of block or brick. I had very little wiggle room to move my neck. I knelt in sheer panic shaking so much that I peed on the floor.
In a few minutes I heard the car return, then bunches of laughter. Shortly thereafter, a procession of footsteps descended the stairs. Laughter ensued. A hand slapped me, someone spit in my face and Jas said she’d take the gag out but I had to promise not to yell. I nodded my head furiously that I would. She told me I better because I didn’t know where I was, they’d ripped my clothing to shreds and my car was miles away. I was shaking uncontrollably. Jas called me a bitch and asked was she getting her point across? I nodded “Yes Ma’am.” I knew they’d been drinking; I smelled the beer.
They removed the gag. Almost immediately a pussy was shoved in my face. Still shaking, I started licking. I sensed it was Jas because I could hear her voice saying that’s my old bitch, eat. I kept sucking her until she came. No sooner than she stepped away, another pussy was shoved against my mouth. I didn’t know whose. There was laughter and comments like … see; I told you she was good. This girl came on me and squirted.
The sound of more car tires on the gravel from outside; they stopped and someone said she must be here. I shook all over. A voice called out and one of them answered we’re down here. More footsteps on the stairs followed by laughter and a hushed voice and Jasmine’s excited voice exchanged some words. I heard a … don’t let me interrupt this, keep going.
By now someone forced my head into a third pussy. I could tell she was extremely fleshy and I sucked her off. The comments about me were outrageous and degrading. The laughter and shouting was continuous. At times hands pinched and pulled my nipples. Another pussy, extremely hairy, pressed into my face and I ate her and finally a fifth one. I don’t know who I serviced. All I know is each was wet with secretions.
There was no more; I figured five girls were around me. I didn’t know about the one who entered. Without warning I felt hot piss spew into my face and drench me. I groaned. Someone yelled for me to open my mouth. I was slow to react and a hand slapped my face hard and pinched my jaw. Another stream of piss hit me, then another as if all of them were pissing on me at once. I got a mouthful of piss followed by riotous laughter. My hair was dripping wet. Piss cooled on me and left me sticky and humiliated. Someone pried my mouth open and had me chug a beer. They poured liquor down my throat and by the taste I thought it was probably tequila. I felt the effect within minutes.
Somebody said they’d order pizza and used my money. I was slapped and asked how I felt about that. I said it’s yours. A person went back upstairs, presumably to order pizza and came back, apparently with more beers which I sensed them drinking. Somebody fizzed a beer and sprayed me. .
Someone unlocked the metal cuffs and the chain at my collar. Hands roughly shoved me in to my right against the bed and forced me on my back onto what felt like a thin mattress. One girl seemed to be holding my ankles, and two sets of hands were on each of my arms. I felt the texture of leather cuffs, my arms stretched flat against the mattress, the snap of padlocks. I realized my wrists had been secured to the corners of the bed. I struggled. I heard a voice, Jessie’s I think, say I wouldn’t do that if I were you. They pulled my body more toward the opposite end of the bed until my mid thighs were at the edge of the mattress and my feet on the floor, making my arms stretched out. Hands grabbed my legs and forced them back over my head. They wrapped cuffs around each ankle, sounds of padlocks and the clicking of chain and more snapping of padlocks. I sensed my legs were spread above me in a wide V, my ankles above my face and secured to something above me, probably in the ceiling. I knew I was well restrained. Worse, my cunt and ass were seemingly above my waist, completely exposed and ready for the taking. This whole process was interlaced with jeers and laughter.
It didn’t take long. I felt hands roaming through my cunt, a lubricated finger pushed into my hole. Something slapped my cunt, still tender from my session with Kim. I suddenly regretted letting her work me so hard. I yelled. Somebody climbed on the bed and straddled me and lowered their ass to my face; that distracted me. The bed squeaked. Something penetrated my cunt and began crudely fucking me. I screamed and all I got was an ass pressed against my mouth. The blindfold was maddening. I was fucked repeatedly, whether by the same girl or multiple girls, I don’t know. I know I sucked three different ass holes.
They went back upstairs, leaving me as I was. I lay there, legs suspended, in a confused state. This was horrible. My legs ached and my feet were cold... Mentally and physically I was waning. Within the few hours they’d used me, they’d wasted me and I knew there were days to follow. I recalled what Jody said, when they’re fucking, beating and pissing on me remember why it’s happening. That rolled through my mind repeatedly.
Someone came downstairs and asked me if I knew who this was. I said no. it was Chanel. I moaned and said please where am I. all she said was in a house. I asked if she came to release me; she snickered and said she’s here to keep an eye on things. I asked who was here and she said Jas and four friends. I asked how long I would be here and she said that wasn’t up to her but she’d be here as long as I was. I told her I didn’t think I could take much more. She said I could discuss that with Katrina, she’d be here tomorrow or the next day but for now I better suck it up. I asked if she could at least take the blindfold off, it was driving me nuts. She said, can’t do that, ask Jas; she’s in charge. I said I need to pee; again, she said tell Jas. I shook my head in despair. She said she was going upstairs and we’d talk later. I asked if it was still Thursday, she said yes, Thursday night.
I lay there a long time in solitude listening to the racket above me. They came down again and someone slapped my ass and asked me how I was doing. I said I’m cold. She said they’d warm me up and laughed. They slapped my ass and said did that feel better. They asked who left all those marks on my ass. I said Kim, my maid. There was more laughing and boasting they’d just add more marks. I said I needed to pee and they said so just pee, bitch. I peed and felt some of it stream down on me. The fucking started again, in both my ass and cunt. Someone used a dildo to fuck my mouth. I started crying. I heard Jas shout I think we’re breaking you, bitch, and spit in my face. She shouted for me to say I’d serve her all my miserable life, her and all her friends. I couldn’t say it. She grabbed my nipples and twisted them, shook them up and down making my tits flop, shouting at me to say it. Finally I did. They fucked me some more then unhooked my legs from whatever they were chained to. My wrists were still stretched to the corners of the bed above my head and my collar chained to something. I was still flat on my back, my feet on the floor at the end of the bed. Three of them pissed on me and it was clear to me they were using me as their toilet since I don’t recall hearing a commode flush.
They unchained my wrists from the bed but the leather cuffs were still padlocked around each ankle and wrists. My collar was still chained to whatever. Holding my arms so my hands couldn’t reach the blindfold, they had me sit on the floor, legs apart. Another girl pissed on me. They handed me a butt plug and told me to stick it in me. I rolled to my right side and inserted it. They returned me to a sitting position and told me to masturbate which to me was insane since I’d cumm several times from all their fucking and my cunt was sore beyond belief. Yet to their jeers and comments, I did. Once I’d finished another girl pissed on me.
They put me back on the bed, again on my back and chained my wrists and ankles to the corners of the narrow bed. Jas told me I’d sleep chained up like this. Before they’d left me they wound some tape around the blindfold to ensure it didn’t come off during the night. That made things tenser. I begged for a blanket since the place I was in was uncomfortably cool. Someone, Chanel, I think, said for them to do it. They went back upstairs and despite the stench of piss and sex, I drifted off to sleep.
Note. In conversations with Chanel, she helped me fill in this information.
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