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.
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