Another story written when I was in a very dark place
From what was a fantasy became reality for me, in doing so I lost everything, my home, job and family. I now live in a bedsit in the red-light district and now have nothing not even my self respect.
I did the street walking at first being new and a bit younger I could still get a few customers but now I have to rely on more extreme ways to earn my money. It used to be so easy before just walking the street for several hours getting a reasonable amount of money to pay my pimp and having a little for myself. He would beat me when I didn’t 'pay my way' and threatened to 'sell' me to someone else if I didn’t work harder and longer. I told him I would do anything to avoid that which enabled him to select more 'dirty' work for me to do. It was a Thursday morning when I was taken to the back door of an old shop, near a Mosque, run by some Pakistanis. In the room was an a dirty stained mattress on the floor, I was made to strip down to my knickers and my clothes were taken away by my pimp 'You won’t be needing these' he said as he left. What I didn’t know was that for the next 3 days I wouldn’t leave that room except to use the piss and shit stained toilet to relieve myself and later I found to be my only supply of water! There was no handle to the toilet and the lid was screwed down, I later found out the toilet was flushed only once a day and it was usually when I was being fucked so by the time I got to get my drink it had already been used. The toilet was attached to the room with a locked door nearby for people to come in and out of.
The first day became a constant stream of men young and old doing to me the things their wives and girlfriends wouldn’t do. I lost track of the number of times a cock was rammed in to my arse shooting its spicy inside of me then being made to lick the cock clean afterwards. My pussy got some attention but every day I got up to 10 loads of come inside of my arse. The mattress had a few more damp patches for me to sleep on when I was allowed to, if I dropped off whilst waiting for the next person I would be whipped with a cane to wake me up, I got used to having red stripes on my legs and back, hurting even more if the same place was hit twice. My only food was the occasional squirt of come in my mouth, when I did ask for food they just laughed and beat me again. There was no window in the room just a bare light bulb I soon lost track of time, I just used the brief interlude of men as a guide that it was night-time.
The previous day was a piece of cake compared to the next day. It would appear that everyone who went to the Mosque for prayers knew where I was and what I was there for. No hole was left untouched as cock after cock found its way into me shooting hot come inside of me or down my throat. My only break was when they had to go back for prayers then it would start all over again. A couple of men even pissed in my mouth unable to swallow it all, it ran down my body and wet the mattress. II passed out of few times as the strain of all the abuse took its toll on me, only to be woken up by shouts and the cane biting into my tender and bruised skin and the abuse continued.
No one spoke any English when I did hear a voice, my instructions were usually by a slap, pull of my hair or the roughly pulling apart of my legs. My tits received a lot of attention too getting pulled, groped and bitten. It didn’t take long for small bruises to appear together with scratch marks from their nails after 3 days the small bruises became large ones. They became so sensitive despite all the pain they had suffered it was almost if my body wanted more of this attention, my nipples became erect every time I heard someone come into the room. The inside of my thighs were also badly bruised almost looking like they were dirty, dried come covered the bruises and was very evident. I guessed my backside was more badly marked as that was where the spiteful cane was used the most, so much so I couldn’t sit down and had to lay on my side to relieve the pain.
I was just a fuck slut in that room, to be used by any man who heard that I was there, there was no emotion or gentle contact just a stream of never ending brutal sex day after day. I would seem my pimp has found a means for me to ‘pay my way’ I had a feeling this would not be the first assignment I would be doing for this purpose.
It must have been day 3 and after a lot more men had fucked and abused me, my pussy dripping and arse leaking, my body screaming in pain I was dragged naked to the door I had first entered. He opened it and pushed me outside into the cold wet alleyway and closed the door leaving me alone in the alleyway. I huddled myself near the door not knowing what to do or where to go, there was nothing in the alleyway for me to cover myself with. Just when I got to the point of trying to move away from the door a car pulled into the alleyway with its lights on full beam stopping me from seeing who it was. A silhouetted figure approached me and I curled into a small ball ‘Get up Bitch!’ it was my pimp speaking ‘Put this on’ I was then given a large bin bag with a holes for the head and arms. I gratefully pulled it over me covering my naked body and was dragged by my hair again to the back of the car. He opened the boot and it was lined with a dirty blanket ‘Get in’ he ordered. I did as I was told and climbed in then being plunged into darkness as the boot lid was shut. After a while of driving and being bumped roughly about in the boot he came to a stop and turned off the engine, the boot lid opened and was ordered out. He had brought me to a desolate part of town where the druggies, homeless alcoholics and tramps could be found. No one ‘normal’ ever ventured there, not even the police, it was a ‘no go’ area and everyone who knew that place wouldn’t go near it for fear of being attacked. He led me to a place under a bridge by the canal where I was made to sit on a metal bench, I shivered as my bare skin touched the cold rusty metal. He then attached my wrists to the side of the bench using cable ties stretching my arms apart, not fully but enough to prevent me from touching my body. He tied rope around each ankle and then pulling my legs apart he secured them to bottom of the bench forcing me to sit on the front edge of the bench exposing my cum soaked pussy under the bin bag I was wearing, I was unable to shut my legs and my pussy was easily accessible. My pimp then spoke ‘This is your reward for all the work you have done the last 3 days. After putting ear plugs in my ears a hood was then placed on my head covering my eyes and ears preventing me from seeing or hearing anything now then I felt him locking it on to my neck. The bin bag was then ripped off me and pulled away from my body, the coldness of the air hitting my tender and bruised skin. Then nothing, I didn’t hear him walk away. ‘anyone there?’ I asked after what seemed ages, it was useless as I couldn’t hear anything anyway. I must have fallen asleep as I was woken up by someone fucking me, I could smell stale alcohol and tobacco and then the smell of stale sweat hit my nostrils, it was horrible. He continued fucking me even though he realised I was awake clearly taking advantage of what was available. Eventually I could feel him coming inside of me as he thrust deep shooting his come inside of me. I then realised what my pimp had done, he had left me to be fucked by the lowest of the low, this was his way of reinforcing my status in his eyes and I would do anything he asked after this. This wasn’t the only time I felt a cock go into me or hands squeeze my tits or twist my nipples whilst tied to that bench, like in the shop, word must have got round and I was being used by everyone. I started to beg for a drink as thirst hit me, the first time my mouth was held open and someone spat into my mouth. Sometimes strong cider was given to me and haven’t not eaten for such a long time I became very light headed. I think at one point I was made to drink meths as whatever it was tasted like petrol and stung my mouth and throat as it went down into my empty stomach. I was given some bread once even that tasted mouldy but I ate it gratefully as I was so hungry.
I later found out it was 24 hours later when my pimp came and released me, by which time I had been fucked over 50 times, my pussy wide open and gaping as the juices from all the men just dripped out freely. He had one final humiliation for me, as he took off my hood removed the ear plugs he made me an offer. ‘If you don’t want to walk home naked I will give you your clothes on one condition. As you like associating with the scag heads then I think you should join them.’ He produced a needle with some brown fluid inside. ‘This will help you on your road to total dependence of me. You agree to inject this then I will give you your clothes back, do you agree?’ I nodded my head, he then placed a bag with my clothes beside me on the bench, cut the cable ties holding my arms open. I shook my arms to get the circulation back in them and in doing so the veins in my arms stood out. He handed me the needle, my hands shaking as I help it. ‘Take your time cunt, you wouldn’t want to miss that vein would you?’ Keeping my left arm straight I pulled the orange cap off the needle with my teeth and put the needle up against my arm touching the vein. I hesitated and looked up at him ‘Please do I have to do this?’ He picked up the bag of clothes and said ‘No’ and started to walk away. ‘Stop, don’t go, I’ll do it’ I begged. He stopped and looked round and watched as I pushed the needle into my vein, I didnt even feel it go in. He moved closer to watch, I looked at him again as I pushed the plunger in, immediately a warm glow hit my body despite being cold before. Then a numbness flowed all over me and I started to feel as though I was floating, I was high and loving it. He tipped the contents of the bag down into the puddle of my piss below the bench, it was just a short skirt and strappy top, it quickly soaked up the piss but I was too drowsy and happy to pick it up before they got too wet. ‘You’re ass is so mine now cunt, you will soon be asking me for more. You will be doing things for me my other girls wouldn’t touch regardless of how desperate they are. Don’t lose that needle you will be needing that again I am sure of that’ He produced a knife, I moved back as by instinct despite my slowed down reactions, he cut the rope holding my ankles freeing my legs, spat in my face and left.
With my head in another world I still managed to dress myself, my top sticking to my skin where it was wet with piss, my skirt dripping down my leg as I pulled it on. As I stood up it was mixed with globules of come as my pussy leaked down my leg. I put the cap on the needle and made my way along the canal to find my way home......