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SIR'S bitch IN THE BACKROOM
Chapter 2
As i looked up at the obese guy standing between my legs, i was trying very hard not to show the apprehension that i was feeling. Instead, i tried concentrating all my efforts on relaxing my cunt. i knew, just by looking at him, that this guy meant to cause me a lot of pain and i was pretty sure that he'd start in on doing that from the get-go. Even though i was trying to hide it, i could tell that the man knew that i was afraid. And that pleased him. It made him very happy. But it didn't make him mean - i knew he had been that way to begin with.
"Open those legs wider, you piece of trash," he started in on me. "I want everyone to see the faggot cunt I'm going to pulverize."
"Yes, sir," i responded, using my hands to pull my legs apart even further.
"More, you fucking bitch," he snarled, accompanying his order with a stinging slap to my cuntholder. "Spread that hole more. Show yourself off like the faggot slut you are." Another slap landed on my ass.
Trying to stifle a moan, i pulled my legs even further apart until my adductor groin muscles were painfully stretched almost to the tearing point. And then i heard, "Yeah, that's right, bitch. Show everyone your cunt. Now keep 'em spread. Do you understand, cunt-boy?"
"Yes, sir," i managed to squeak out, breathing heavily at the exertion of spreading my legs so far apart. The next thing i knew, the man had begun spanking me. Hard. Very hard. But not on my cuntholder. Directly on my cunt. He was spanking my cunt in front of a full room of on-lookers, his rigid hand colliding directly with my tender pussy-lips on every stroke. And it hurt. It hurt like hell.
It took a few moments for those watching to fully comprehend what was going on but, when they did, the room erupted in raucous laughter. "He's spanking the bitch's pussy. The little bitch is getting pussy-spanked," one guy shouted out from the front of the crowd of aroused men surrounding me. "What a wuss!"
i could feel my face turning scarlet. It was unbelievably humiliating just to be lying there like that - my legs spread so wide apart that my pussy was actually slightly open. But to be displaying myself like that in front of a room filled with horny guys - like some cock-besotted whore in an Army barracks - while another guy spanked my cunt in front of all of them was probably the most degrading, demeaning thing i'd ever been forced to do in my entire life.
And, on top of that, there was the pain. my pussy-lips were already sore from the fucking the black dude had thrown at me. Now, this guy's hand was smashing into them over and over again, stinging them, bruising them, making them burn like he was holding a lit match next to them. The pain, itself, was enough to bring tears to my eyes. And he was doing this to me in front of a room filled with strangers - and friends. 'Oh, my God,' i thought. 'My friends are watching this. They're watching me get cunt-spanked.' And realizing that, i almost lost it - i almost began to cry.
But i caught myself. i was not going to let the bastard who was doing this to me see me cry. i refused to let him make me cry. Not that; i wouldn't give him that. Even though i was shouting out in pain with every slap by then, i could feel my jaw clenching in determination as i told myself, 'this bastard is not going to make me cry. i won't cry. i won't.'
The cunt-spanking went on and on. It felt like my pussy-lips had swollen to two, three times their normal size. And the longer the guy kept slapping my pussy-lips the louder and more vocal the watching guys became. And above the babble of insults flying in my direction, i heard, clear as a bell: "What a fucking bitch! You'd have to be a total fucking pussy-bitch to let another dude spank your cunt like that!"
i recognized that voice - it was Todd, one of my best friends, one of the guys i used to run around with, joking about and mocking the bitches we'd shared. And i was sure that he could hardly wait to tell all my other friends how i let another guy publicly cunt-spank me in the backroom of a bar. Fuck. He was probably taking pictures. He wouldn't just tell them - he'd show them: he'd text all of my friends pictures of me getting my cunt burnished by a complete stranger with a crowd of guys standing around and laughing at me.
Everyone would see those pictures. All of my friends would. And after that, not one of them would ever be able to look at me again without seeing those pictures in his mind - me, holding my legs ridiculously far apart so that another dude could spank my cunt. And they'd all know what a total pussy i was.
Lying there, i had no doubt that was going to happen and there was nothing i could do about it. Even though my cunt felt like the guy was holding a blowtorch to it, I was sure that the rest of my body was almost as red.
At that point, i just wished that i could crawl somewhere and hide. But, of course, i couldn't. i had to lie there while this total stranger continued to publicly brutalize my cunt; i had to lie there and just take it while he completely humiliated me in public. Despite my earlier resolve, my eyes were brimming over with tears of anger and frustration and an embarrassment deeper than any i could ever remember.
Finally, after a good seven or eight minutes, the guy stopped slapping my cunt. i suspected that the only reason he stopped was probably because his hand was hurting him but any discomfort he was feeling was small consolation for the pain and humiliation he'd just put me through. i couldn't even think of anything that might compensate me for being cunt-spanked in public, for being so publicly degraded. What made everything even worse was that, just looking at him, i knew he wasn't done with me, not by a long-shot. And, as if to prove me right, he suddenly pressed his hand hard against my battered and burning cunt.
"Nice and hot," he sneered, "just perfect for fucking." Suddenly, i groaned loudly as he thrust three hard fingers deep inside of me. He jerked his fingers roughly around inside my cunt, tenderizing the inside just like he'd already done to the outside. Then, without any warning he stuck a fourth finger into my pussy and, with his thumb pressing firmly just beneath my scrotum, he began lifting me by my cunt until my entire ass was a good four inches off the table. The crowd hooted and hollered its derision as i squirmed in renewed pain.
"Ready to get fucked, bitch?" he asked. "Ready to get your fucking pussy fucked, bitch?"
"Yes, sir," i answered stiffly, trying to keep my voice from quavering, trying not to let it show how much he was hurting me, how much he had already hurt me.
"Yeah," he replied, scorn dripping from his words, "I bet you are, bitch. I bet you are."
He stood there for another full minute just staring at me, holding my ass in the air by the four fingers he'd wedged up my pussy. Then, with a jerk of the wrist which just underlined his utter contempt for me, he yanked his fingers out of my cunt and my ass fell back onto the bench with a loud 'smack.' Before that sound even had a chance to die down, he proceeded to bury his hard dick all the way up my cunt-hole and began fucking my bruised pussy with a vengeance.
His cock was nowhere near as big as the one the black guy had used on my hole but, after the terrific battering my pussy-lips had just taken from his hand, the fucking he proceeded to give me actually hurt more and i was unable to keep from squealing in pain as he ravaged my battered pussy. i was thrashing around under him, my head turning back and forth when i remembered the poppers which i was still holding in my right hand. i raised my hand to my face and was using my fingers to unscrew the cap when the bastard reached down and roughly grabbed my wrist, forcing it away from my face.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch," he laughed at me. "No poppers for you. I want you to fully experience this fuck. I want you to feel, really feel, the way I'm destroying your fucking pussy. So you just keep your hands at your sides and enjoy the ride. Understand, bitch? Understand?"
At that moment, looking up at the man and remembering everything he had already done to me and understanding all too well how he intended to continue to use me, to use my body, i was consumed by such hatred that i was literally shaking. It took all the training that Sir had poured into me to keep from balling my fingers into a fist and smashing that asshole right in the face.
i knew that outside, in the world outside the bar, he'd stand no chance against me. He was big, all right, but it was all flab. i knew that i could pulverize him, i could literally beat him to a pulp if i let myself go. But i also knew that i couldn't - that if i let myself pummel this sadist into submission Sir would be furious. He had sent me to The Pit to service these men. He had definitely known the type of man who would take me up on the invitation to fuck my cunt and he expected that i would suffer pain and humiliation when they fucked me. But He had also expected me to be strong enough to suffer the pain and humiliation that bitching myself out to total strangers would inevitably entail.
Hitting this asshole, even merely resisting him, would show Sir that He had been wrong - that i wasn't the bitch He thought i was. And while Sir would certainly punish me - and punish me severely - what would be far worse would be the knowledge that i had failed Sir, failed to live up to the expectations He had for me. And it was that thought, and only that thought, that allowed me to dampen my anger and force myself to submit to the man fucking me.
i looked the man straight in the face and answered, "Yes, sir. i understand, sir," and i relaxed my arm, leaving it resting loosely at my side. i saw the look of triumph in my abuser's eyes; he was fairly gloating in what he perceived as his victory over me. But i knew the truth; he hadn't won, i had. i was following Sir's instructions, doing His bidding, letting myself be used, abused and humiliated because that was what He wanted. And although this knowledge didn't lessen the pain or ease the embarrassment i was feeling, it was enough to give me the strength to endure the ordeal i was going through.
The man continued to fuck my cunt for what seemed like hours, though i realized that the raw agony of what i was experiencing was almost certainly distorting my perception of time. But it was not only my cunt that he was abusing. Virtually in his first minute in the saddle, riding me like a mare in heat, he had reached down and grabbed the chain connecting my nipple clamps together. Smiling with wicked anticipation, he had yanked up hard and been rewarded as my entire torso lifted into the air and an anguished screech escaped my lips as the pincers on the clamps tore into my tender tits. And he had laughed, amused, as i thrashed around in pain.
Since then, he had kept the chain in one of his hands as he fucked me and fucked me, using it like a pair of reins to steer me where he wanted, to control me. When he was fucking me hard, ramming his rigid cunt-buster through my bruised pussy-lips and could see from my face that i was already wracked with the pain of his assault, he held the chain loosely, just randomly giving it a sharp tug so that i could never forget who was in charge. But when the pace of his fucking lagged, as it occasionally did when he needed to catch his breath after a particularly vicious series of thrusts, and the waves of pain shooting from my cunt finally began to ebb, then he would pull up hard on the chain and suddenly my tits would explode with renewed agony and the pain from my nipples would replace the pain from my cunt as the central focus of my consciousness.
He might take a rest but i was never allowed one. i was in a constant counter-point of pain: first, my cunt and then my tits and then my cunt again and then my tits. And so it went, back and forth from my cunt to my tits, through the long, grueling, humiliating fuck that he was giving me. And, after a while, not only the crowd but even my sadistic assailant began to fade from my consciousness and all i was really aware of was the monstrous pain surging through my body - first from my cunt and then from my tits and then back to my cunt and then once again to my tits. Over and over again until it seemed as if it would never end and that i was trapped in some hell in which the only true reality was the pain.
But ultimately, even this remorseless sadist was a slave to his animalistic urges. He finally reached the point where his need to cum overwhelmed his pleasure in inflicting pain on me. After a crescendoing flurry of painful lunges, he shot his load deep inside my cunt and all i could think of at that moment was not how relieved i was that he had finally finished with me but how happy i was that he was wearing a condom. Merely the thought of having this man's scuzz spewing inside of me and coating my cunt-hole was enough to make my gorge rise. At least that was one indignity that i'd been spared.
After he shot his load in my pussy the man collapsed on top of me and just the feel of his skin rubbing against me was enough to make my own skin crawl. But i controlled myself and made no move to shake him off. Fortunately for me, the men waiting their turn in my pussy had become impatient during the man's long fuck and soon began urging him to get off my body and let some other guys have a go at my fuck-hole. As embarrassing as it was to hear these comments, i felt only relief when the man finally raised himself off of me and then extracted his softening dick from my aching cunt.
He was about to leave when he remembered. He turned back to me, reached down and then peeled the used condom off his dick. Just like the black guy's, his rubber was filled with sperm. Obviously, he had enjoyed using me. "I almost forgot, bitch," he said with his sneer, "you wanted this." He took the filled condom and tossed it directly at my head and i just barely managed to catch it before it splattered onto my face. He grinned as my anger resurfaced. He leaned down towards my body one last time and reached out and grabbed my diclit, raising it above my stomach. i was shocked to see that not only was it fully engorged and throbbing in his hands; it was clearly coated with pre-cum.
"Don't play the injured party with me, faggot," he sneered. "I watched your little boy-cock the whole time and you got hard the first time I slapped your pussy and you stayed hard till your boy-hole milked a gigantic load out of my hard cock. Fuck, bitch, your belly is coated with your own pre. So don't get all high and mighty with me, faggot. you enjoyed everything I did to you. you really are a fucking low-life whore." And then he pursed his lips together and spit directly onto my face. "Fucking cunt," he snorted as he turned and walked away.
i felt the blood surging back into my face as i tried to absorb the reality that i'd been aroused the entire time that asshole abused my body, the entire time he spanked my cunt, the entire time he brutally fucked me and tortured my tits i'd been aroused. my body had enjoyed it. What the fuck was the matter with me? my mind was reeling as i tried to comprehend what that meant.
As i lay on the platform totally drained, completely exhausted, my mind racing to process what just happened, i slowly raised a hand to wipe the spit off of my face. And even as i did that the realization blossomed in my mind - that was only the second guy, that was only the second guy. Holy Fuck, that was only the second guy. And even as that thought ricocheted through my brain, i felt a cold hand touching the furnace that was now my cunt. i looked up just as another guy forced his hard dick up my sore and battered cunt-hole. i couldn't help but groan as i realized that, though i might already be completely exhausted, my night had actually only just begun. And i had no idea how i'd be able to make it to the end.