Anita had unknowingly caught a ride with pirates.
She hadn’t even thought to ask why this friend of a friend of a friend had so much money laying around or why he was so happy to loan it to Anita without any guarantee. ‘’Just pay it back when you can,’’ he’d said. ‘’Within 6 months would be perfect, but we’re flexible with the payments.’’
She hadn’t even thought to question the ‘’we’’, overwhelmed by relief and gratitude as she was.
And that’s how she ended up owing money to an honest to god gang leader.
That’s what bothered her. Not the fact that she’d had to borrow money in the first place, but that she’d somehow ended up borrowing it from a gang. A gang that now wanted it back. To be fair, it had been six months, but Anita didn’t have the money. She had some of it, but not nearly enough.
At least they were flexible – whatever that meant.
Anita sat in the office of the gang leader, Leo. Maybe it had been the name that had thrown her off the scent at first, because Leo didn’t sound like a gang leader name. His office didn’t look like a gang leader’s office either. Anita had expected something darker and more sinister, all polished wood and antique book cases, imposing black leather chairs, that type of thing. But the office was bright and airy, with high windows and light walls, with furniture that looked like it could’ve come from Ikea, all simple clean lines and Scandinavian minimalism.
And Leo himself seemed more like a guidance counselor than a gang leader. Well, a very handsome and well-dressed guidance counselor with a perfect Hollywood smile and pronounced widow’s peak. But he was jovial and liked to joke and Anita genuinely expected him to hand her a pamphlet with further education possibilities any moment now. The only thing about him that was even remotely gang leader-like, was the thin scar that ran through his left eyebrow.
‘’Now, Anita, we could maybe extend the payment period to a year, but how likely do you think it is that you will have the money by then?’’
Truth be told, that wasn’t very likely, and clearly Leo knew it too, because he continued without waiting for Anita’s answer.
‘’So maybe it would be more… Beneficial to both parties if we discussed alternative payment methods?’’
Anita was pretty sure that ‘’alternative payment methods’’ meant working for Leo in some capacity, which wasn’t the ideal solution, because honestly, she just wanted to be free of the debt and find some nice place and just start over. But being involved with a gang… No one ever really walked away from that, did they? Or maybe Anita had been watching too many gangster movies. The idea didn’t sit right with her, but she still nodded a little hesitantly, because what else could she do?
Leo smiled his blinding but curiously sharp smile. ‘’I won’t beat around the bush. You see, a few of my men are doing time right now. They won’t be out for another year at least. Of course, I provide them with what I can, but sometimes cigarettes just don’t cut it, y’know?’’
She wasn’t quite following, but Anita still nodded along like she understood what he was talking about.
‘’They’ve been there for a while and prison life… Well, there are certain urges that you just can’t satisfy in jail. So I’m willing to erase your debt if you let my men fuck you.’’
Anita felt her eyebrows shoot up. He couldn’t be serious! He couldn’t actually expect her to - and the men were in prison. How was she supposed to get in there?
‘’I,’’ she said after a while, but it still took her a few seconds to start to form a coherent sentence, because her thoughts were a mess. ‘’I’m not sure it’s…’’
‘’Remember, you owe me. I’m giving you options, Anita, and given your situation, I’m being nice enough as it is. I am usually very, very strict about deadlines,’’ said Leo. He didn’t drop his friendly tone for a second and that made his words so much scarier. ‘’So you can either do this and work your debt of in a day, or I’m afraid we’re going to have to collect interest - and the rates will be pretty high.’’
That wasn’t really a choice, was it? Because Anita and Leo both knew that whatever the interest rates were, she wouldn’t be able to afford them? So really, the only option was to whore herself out. Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? How the hell had her life come to this?
‘’Is there a third option?’’ Anita asked. There had to be a third option.
‘’No, sorry,’’ replied Leo and his tone suggested that he wasn’t sorry at all.
‘’But, umm…’’ Anita felt her cheeks heat up. ‘’Isn’t… I mean, if they’re in prison, how am I going to get in? I can’t just go to jail. Besides, aren’t there separate prisons for men and – and women,’’ she finished awkwardly, still shaken up by the idea and embarrassed over her babbling. She shouldn’t even be considering the idea.
‘’Don’t you worry your pretty head over that. We’ll take care of the logistics, you just have to take care of my men.’’
Again, the way he spoke, you’d think he was a kindly counselor talking about the best scholarship options, not a gang leader demanding her body as payment.
‘’And if I choose neither?’’ Anita asked even though she could guess the answer.
Leo made a noncommittal gesture. ‘’Then we’d have collect collateral and since you don’t have anything of value, it would have to be a friend or a family member.’’
Yeah, Anita had expected that on some level, but still, hearing him say it like it was nothing, like he wasn’t talking about actual human lives at all, made her recoil in disgust. She tried to suppress her reaction, but it was like she finally understood the stakes at play.
She wouldn’t let them hurt her friends or family, that’s for sure. She also knew that there was no way that she would land a job in the next few months which paid enough to pay off her debt. So it left the third option. But he’d said that it would only take a day.
‘’And if I agree to the, um, prison thing. It’s a one time thing, yes? I do it once and the debt is paid?’’
Leo nodded.
Anita twisted her fingers together in her lap. ‘’I guess I don’t really have a choice here.’’
‘’No, Anita. You really don’t.’’
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The plan to get Anita into the jail involved hiding under a prison bus, being smuggled through the garage into the repair and woodwork shop and finally to the laundry room. From there she would be taken to the cells with a laundry cart. All through the ordeal, she kept wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
She wasn’t doing this willingly, but her own bad decisions had brought her here. Well, one decision specifically - borrowing money from a gang.
Several times during the trip, she thought that the guards were going to catch her and the two men who were in charge on getting her in. But after a while she realized that at least some of the guards were paid off. Did that mean that they would get in on the action, too? How many men were expecting to use her?
She should’ve been more careful or she wouldn’t be hiding in a laundry cart, in a prison for Chrissake, wondering how many men were going to fuck her.
Anita was pretty sure that the inmates who had escorted her through the prison were the men Leo had been talking about. They were both burly and tall, towering over Anita’s petite frame and they genuinely looked like they could snap her in half.
She was wheeled into the cellblock and told to get out of the cart and into a cell. To her surprise, the two inmates left, pushing the cart back into the laundry room, leaving Anita in a tiny prison cell with three men. They were just as tall and burly as the two who had smuggled her in, and heavily tattooed. They were wearing tank tops so only the ink on their arms and shoulders was visible, but Anita could guess that it probably extended over their torsos. With their tattoos and rugged looks, they actually looked like gang members.
‘’Well, shit, look at you,’’ said one of them, openly leering at Anita. She felt awkward and exposed under their
gaze, even though she was wearing a regular t-shirt and leggings – comfortable clothes, as she’d been instructed – so it was nothing too revealing.
‘’Where’d he find you?’’
‘’You get into big trouble, doll?’’
Anita didn’t know how to answer, so she just looked at the ground, mortified and scared. One of the men walked around her and slid the cell door shut and Anita couldn’t help but to jerk at the awful metallic sound it made.
Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and the man pressed his body against her, and Anita could feel that he was already getting hard. With one hand, he tucked her hair behind her ear before leaning in close.
‘’Oh, we’re gonna have fun with you alright,’’ he whispered, his breath uncomfortably hot again her ear.
Anita couldn’t help the shudder that ran through her. The fear made her tense up, which made the shaking even more pronounced so she tried to suppress it, although her heart was beating wildly. What were they going to do to her? Like the men who had escorted her in, the guys in the cell looked like they could snap her in half is they wanted to. Anita had a feeling that they weren’t going to be gentle with her and she couldn’t stop them from doing whatever they wanted with her.
It’s only for today, Anita reminded herself. She just had to get through the next few hours and it’d be over and she’d be free. Only for today.
The man behind her stepped away and went back to the other men sitting on the bunk beds. They were all looking at her with overt lust and hunger, and their leering looks freaked Anita out. She wasn’t usually shy, but being in the center of attention like this sent another shiver down her spine. Of course, this kind of attention was different and frightening, because – Because Anita was nothing but a toy to them, wasn’t she? She was nothing but a living, breathing blow-up doll. But again, it was her own bad luck and even worse decisions that had brought her here, so Anita had no one to blame but herself.
‘’Why don’t you strip, doll?’’ asked one of the men, and it sounded more like an order than a suggestion.
Still, Anita hesitated. She almost thought it would be easier if they ripped the clothes off her, because that way, she would have no choice at all. To be honest, she didn’t have a say in this anyway, but it sounded so much easier than stripping in front of them.
‘’Go on,’’ urged the man.
But Anita felt like she had no control over her hands, she just couldn’t make them move to take off her t-shirt.
‘’The sooner you do, the sooner it will be over. Unless you want to draw this out.’’
His words were met with laughter and that’s what got Anita moving. She didn’t want to draw this out – it was the last thing she wanted. She wanted it to be over, the sooner, the better.
Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra and dropped it on top of the shirt, trying her hardest to ignore the wolf whistles. Anita toed off her sneakers before sliding off her leggings and panties in one go, biting her lip and keeping her eyes firmly on the floor as she finally stood naked in front of the men. She clasped her hands together in front of her, trying to maintain some modesty.
Anita heard the men move, but she didn’t dare to look up. She heard footsteps and saw movement in her peripheral vision before there were suddenly two pairs of hands on her, squeezing and grabbing and caressing.
She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her as the hands explored her body, sliding over her ass and between her legs, over her breasts and down her stomach. She tried to stay still, but the touches and the fear made her tremble.
‘’Look at you, you pretty thing,’’ said the man on her right. ‘’Leo really outdid himself this time, didn’t he, boys?’’
‘’Oh yeah,’’ agreed one of the others. ‘’I was kinda expecting him to send us some old whore, but you ain’t even close to that, doll.’’
Someone grabbed her breast and ran a teasing thumb over the nipple and despite everything, despite the situation and despite the fear, it felt kind of good. Anita tried to suppress it, because it wasn’t supposed to feel good, none of it was!
‘’Tell me, have you ever been gang banged before?’’ asked one of the men as he stepped closer and pressed himself against her body.
Anita shook her head. She had never even really thought about it, let alone actually done it. The thought alone was embarrassing and frightening.
‘’Come on now, doll, bet you’re real educated and shit. Use your words.’’
Anita felt like her lips were glued shut and it was impossible to get words out. She wet her lips with her tongue and gathered herself. ‘’No,’’ she forced out, her voice thin and quiet.
The man who was pressed against her weaved one hand in her hair and let the other travel down along her stomach and between her legs, his fingers spreading the lips of her pussy insistently, and Anita could feel his hard dick press against her ass.
‘’That ain’t nothing we can’t fix!’’ exclaimed one man and Anita shuddered. She didn’t know if it was from the words or the fingers rubbing slow circles between her legs, but in the end, did it matter? The situation was wrong and absurd in so many levels anyway.
‘’Bet you’re gonna like it, too,’’ said the man holding her. ‘’Good little girls like you always like it rough.’’
Anita didn’t want to like it, she couldn’t imagine wanting to like it, but she couldn’t deny that the way he rubbed at her pussy did feel good. It made her blush, the thought that she could like any of it. And yet, it did send little sparks of pleasure up her spine, signs that her traitorous body was enjoying this.
The other man grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them and pushing them together, and that felt kind of good too. Anita’s hands stayed awkwardly in front of her and she didn’t know at all what to do with them, so she kept them here, just like she kept her eyes firmly on the ground, in a weird show of modesty and shame and submissiveness.
‘’Stop fucking around, guys,’’ said the man who was still sitting down on the bed. ‘’I can’t wait to get my dick inside her.’’
‘’Johnny, come on, you gotta take your time. Gotta get her nice and wet before,’’ replied the man fingering Anita.
The words were punctuated with a finger sinking into her which made Anita whimper. It was a little uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant. The fact that she was enjoying this even just a little bit was embarrassing, and so was the way the men just spoke over her, like she wasn’t really there.
‘’That ain’t no reason why I can’t fuck her mouth,’’ said the man on the bed – Johnny, apparently.
Anita held her breath as she listened to him stand up and step over to her. The man fondling her breasts let them go and stepped away and the man behind her withdrew his hand from between her legs and placed it on her shoulder instead, forcing her down on her knees. He didn’t relinquish his grip on Anita’s hair, though, using it to tilt her head up and stare straight at the men towering over her. The floor was unforgivingly hard underneath her knees and she every hint of pleasure she might have felt a moment before was gone, replaced with fear.
One of the men pushed down his pants and pulled his dick out. Anita swallowed heavily; she wasn’t a virgin, she’d done this before, but for some reason she felt like it was all new again.
‘’Open up, doll,’’ said the man and held his cock out like an offer. Anita felt again like her mouth was glued shut, like she had no control over her muscles. But she didn’t want to push her luck either – and her luck had been incredibly bad this year – so she forced herself to open her mouth, just slightly, and waited for whatever was to come.
The man bent his knees slightly and pushed the head of his cock against her mouth. When Anita didn’t move – didn’t dare to move – he kept on pushing in, forcing Anita to open her mouth wider. Anita squeezed her eyes shut at the intrusion, whimpering as the man went in as far as he could go.
‘’Come on, you can take it.’’
Anita felt like she couldn’t, but she held her mouth open anyway, taking it as deep as she could. She kept her eyes shut, finding it easier to handle the situation if she didn’t have to look. The cock in her mouth was heavy and hot on her tongue and it already felt like it was too much, even though the man wasn’t even all the way in. The grip in her hair didn’t loosen for a second as the man started to fuck in and out of her mouth and Anita just squeezed her nails into her palms and tried to stay still. She could do this, she just had to try and stay as calm as she could.
‘’Come on, wider now,’’ grunted the man and before Anita could comply, a hand took a hold of her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth more. ‘’Fuck yeah, that’s it.’’
Her mouth was almost open uncomfortably wide, but there was no time to get used to it, before the man pushed in all the way, deep into Anita’s throat. She choked, her hands coming up involuntarily to grab the man’s thighs and try to push him away. It didn’t work, because he was too heavy and strong for her to even move him an inch, but he did pull out just a little.
‘’That too much for you, hmm?’’ The words were met with laughter and Anita could feel tears gathering at the corners of her eyes; she didn’t know if it was from the embarrassment or the physical discomfort, most likely it was a mixture of both.
‘’We’ll teach you to suck cock yet.’’
‘’Yeah, you’ll be a good little slut when we’re through with you,’’ another man chimed in.
Anita made a whining sound around the cock in her mouth. She wanted them to be through with her already, but it seemed like they were in no hurry to start.
Then, the cock in her mouth was pulled out all the way, giving her a chance to breathe. She sagged as much as the hand in her hair allowed her to, gasping for breath desperately, almost hyperventilating. A hand on her jaw forced her to tilt her head back up again and she opened her eyes, her vision bleary with tears.
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