Groomed, Trapped, Enslaved. The Complete Story.

by Amelia Stark

  I sit up quickly, lean back into the corner of the seat and wriggle my dress down as far as I can in the limited space. My face burns with the shame of behaving like a prostitute, but no one seems surprised at what happened. Sergio is concentrating on his driving, while chatting to his companion and is totally oblivious to my plight.

  While I straighten my dress and thong, Paola turns toward Candy and encourages her to play up to him. She responds by stroking her hand down his face, while he gropes her tits and ass.

  I reach for my bag down by my feet, and retrieve a tissue to wipe my mouth. I can see in the mirror that my lips are still sticky with jiz, so I clean them and applied a fresh coat of gloss.

  I look sideways again to see Candy doing a trick by lifting one leg onto his knee, and allowing him to push his hand down the front of her panties and finger her cunt. Stupidly, I find myself feeling jealous that he fingered my anus and not my pussy!

  While he fondles and fingers Candy’s body, he slobbers all over her face, just like he had mine and I’m thankful that my ordeal is over - well for the time being anyway. To my relief, the car slows and Sergio steers into a parking space.

  As soon as we stop, I open the door and jump out, so I can quickly straighten my dress and thong, which have become twisted. Sergio is the last out of the car and still in an animated conversation with the guy he’s been sitting with, and doesn’t even look in my direction.

  Paola already has an arm round Candy’s shoulders and quickly catches up with me, so he can grab me round the shoulders with his free arm.

  He’s a huge man, over 6’0” tall and in his fifties, but he moves quickly and clearly has great strength in his arms. I look up into his face and see that Paola reminds me of Marlon Brando. He has a similar solid jaw, heavy eyebrows over deep brown searching eyes and a large, wide boxer’s nose.

  A two inch scar in the centre of his right cheek gives him a dangerous appearance, but his pure white hair and bushy eyebrows soften the image somewhat. He suddenly stops and pulls the two of us closer to him with his huge arms.

  “I can’t wait till later when you little whores put on a show for me!” He mumbles in broken English.

  I haven’t a clue what he’s talking about, but when I glance at Candy, she’s smirking again and gives me a huge wink. As we approach the entrance to the restaurant, the big man released us, so that we can file through the revolving door into the restaurant.

  Chapter 8

  I’m a lot happier dining in London, well away from friends I might have otherwise bumped into in Brighton. I’ve already been embarrassed at work, when I learnt that two of the girls in my department had seen me out dining in one of the restaurants in Brighton town centre, dressed in one of my tacky outfits.

  What they think of me, I dread to imagine, but I’m sure they noticed that I was comfortable wearing the scanty clothes that have come to be my normal evening wear when out with Sergio. It hasn’t taken long, I realize, for Sergio to transform me from a prude into a tart!

  We’re eating in a very posh steak bar in the West End of London. Heads turn to watch us file through the room, as we make our way to our seats. Most of the diners, I’m sure, imagine that the three men of our group are treating two prostitutes to dinner, probably in exchange for sex.

  We seat ourselves in a U-shape booth in the corner of the restaurant, where we have a modicum of privacy. I’m still getting used to the way people look down at me in my revealing clothes. Men are okay, because all they want to do is undress me with their eyes, and then fuck me in their imagination.

  Most of the women though, look at me as if I’m a piece of shit on the sole of their shoe. I’ve become anesthetized to this reaction from women, because the thrill I get from the men’s expressions, more than make up for their disgust.

  Sergio has taught me that I have a special body and shown me how to flaunt it. Six weeks ago I would have died in one of my outfits, but now my whole attitude has changed and I can’t help enjoying the men’s hungry expressions.

  Once seated, I find that Sergio has decided to sit at the head of the horseshoe with the men either side of him, so they can discuss business with each other. Candy grabs the seat beside Angelo, so I have no option but to sit next to their boss, Paola. Candy smirks across the table at me as if she’s won a huge victory.

  The three men soon become engrossed in their usual business conversations and generally leave us alone for a while. Candy remains silent during the starter, but when the dishes are cleared away, she stands up to leave the table and signals to me, so I follow her to the ladies.

  Once inside we park ourselves in front of a mirror to examine our faces and have a chat. She seems full of herself and is clearly enjoying my distaste for the big Mafioso boss.

  “So you’re Sergio’s latest recruit,” she casually comments.

  “Recruit? What do you mean?” The word surprises me.

  “Ah, you know…”

  I don’t know, but I feel she’s having another dig at me and I want to know more.

  Candy pulls out a small plastic bag from her purse and empties a little pile of white powder onto the shelf in front of the mirror. I watch her poke her finger into it and then suck and wipe it round her teeth.

  “What’s that Candy?” I enquire.

  “Snow. It’s useful to get rid of the taste of their fucking cocks. You want some? I noticed the big guy fucking your throat. Fucking animals!” She spits the last word out, as if she’s a real man hater.

  “You can talk,” I say defensively. “I saw you letting him maul you with his grubby paws!”

  I look at the tiny pile and think, what harm can it do? And considering I can still actually taste his sour tang, I relent, lean over and poke a wet finger into the pile and push it around my teeth. It has a bitter taste, but it’s preferable to the Italian’s foul cock.

  “What is it?” I ask salivating on the unusually strong flavour.

  “Blow. You need something to deaden your senses while these fucking animals maul your pussy! Go on suck a bit more, cos that big Italian guy has been leering at you all night and is gonna shaft your tight little ass later!” She moves sideways.

  I didn’t like the gleam in her eye, but I dab my finger in the powder again and suck it clean.

  “Here,” she said popping a similar plastic bag into my shoulder bag. “Might come in handy when the big guy starts humping your tight pucker.”

  I’m beginning to feel a little light headed, so I ignore her comment. I manage to finish powdering my face and feel happy that some of the tension in my body is slowly easing away. When we finally return to the booth I’m completely relaxed.

  Once the steaks are served, Candy and I silently tuck into our food, while the men continue to chat endlessly in Italian. However, it isn’t long before we’ve finished the main course and Paola turns his attention toward me.

  He’s sitting to my left and begins by hooking my left leg up onto his right thigh, just like I saw him do in the back of the car with Candy.

  In my befuddled brain, I reason that touching my cunt is much better than having my butt hole, finger fucked. He grips my knee with his left hand, then slips his right hand down my thigh, under the hem of the dress and onto my bulging vulva.

  His stubby fingers push the thin layer of red satin into my cleft and begin rubbing his finger along the valley he’s formed with his finger. All my inhibitions seem to dissolve, as my thought process focuses on the pleasant sensation coming from my sizzling sex.

  I find myself spreading my thighs wider, so that his great paw can squeeze and tease my labia through the thin material of my thong. I look across the table at Sergio who’s well aware of what’s happening beneath the table and catch his eye. In my befuddled state, I’m not surprised to see him wink at me and return to his conversation with the other Italian. I take it as a signal to let his boss finger fuck me there and then.

  Paola’s fingers are making me wet and I can feel my labia swelling and my j
uices beginning to flow, within the narrow confines of the tight material. My mind spins with all sorts of thoughts that I can’t understand, so I sit back and try to relax a little.

  My dress is up around my belly so I can see that his stubby fingers are having trouble getting under the elastic of the leg band. I nonchalantly reach down and pull the material sideways to allow his fingers to explore my saturated folds.

  With his left arm around my shoulders, Paola eagerly delves into my sopping quim with two fingers and begins finger fucking me with considerable force. His fingers are so thick and stubby, it feels as though a cock is prodding my vagina. I writhe and squirm, while sharp electrical sensations begin to jag and course through my body.

  The public location, with other diners just a few feet away, seems to heighten my arousal and my body soon dissolves into a shuddering orgasm, I loll sideways against the big man, who holds me upright long enough for me to get my bearings. Paola removes his fingers from my cunt and holds them up in front of my face.

  “Clean them whore!” he demands.

  I lean forward grab his wrist and eagerly take his fingers into my mouth.

  I look up into his eyes, as I run my lips suggestively up and down his digits, while watching him drool at the prospects of fucking me later. The drug Candy gave me is making me behave completely out of character and I can’t help imaging the big man spearing me with his meaty cock!

  Once he’s withdrawn his fingers from my mouth, I sit upright and straiten my thong. I then notice that Candy looks a bit peeved, as though she’s missed out on getting a treat. Her guy has been ignoring her for most of the evening, so this time, I’m the one with a smirk on my face!

  “Candy, Judy, we’re off.” Sergio informs us.

  As I get to my feet, I realize that the drug is making me feel dizzy and giving me all sorts of whimsical thoughts. I’ve quickly gone from looking at Paola with disgust, when I first met him, to now imagining sliding my cunt onto his thick cock. On the way out of the restaurant I have to cling on to the big man for support, or walk straight into the door jam. I’m that light headed!

  We haven’t gone far, when Paola guides me into an alleyway between the darkened windows of two shops.

  “Wh… where are we going,” I mumble looking around for the others.

  “I just want to take a look at that cute ass of yours.”

  Before I know what’s happened, he’s pushing me down onto a low waste bin in the shadows of a service entrance. He starts to hoist the back of my dress up.

  “Where’s Sergio,” I ask, trying to twist round, but his huge paw pushes me back down and holds me pinned to the plastic bin.

  “Let’s see just how tight this ass really is,” he mutters more to himself than me.

  I can’t struggle, because I’m gripping my bag in one hand and steadying myself with the other.

  I feel him kick my feet apart, while I try to keep my balance and stop from toppling right over the low container. My wider stance helps my balance, but also gives him access to the cleft of my ass!

  He grabs my thong and tries to ease the waistband over my naked orbs. When it snags beneath me, he rips it off me in frustration. I try to wriggle free again, worried he’s destroyed my lovely satin underwear, but he keeps me pinned to the bin. SLAP! SLAP!

  “Ow!” I cry, when his huge hand impacts on both of my tender butt cheeks.

  “Shut the fuck up and keep this ass still!” he growls, while unzipping his fly.

  Having freed his cock, his fingers reach under me, searching for my sizzling orifice. I’m still wet and on fire from being frigged in the restaurant, so his double digits slip into my quim with ease. Having located his target in the darkness of the alleyway, he removes his fingers and immediately replaces them with his cock, which he drives in with such force, I fear we’re both going to topple over the other side of the bin.

  However, the bin is full and heavy and remains still, while he mercilessly begins to piston his thick cock into my tight, but creamy quim.

  “Red, you have one tight little tush!” he says, slowing down and removing the hand from my back. “I bet this ass is even tighter though!” he exclaims.

  Even in my drugged state, I fear that he’s about to spear my anus, which alarms me, so I start to struggle again. SLAP! SLAP!

  “Lay still whore!” he demands, while grabbing my globing butt cheeks with his huge hands.

  “Nooo…! I cry, from the pain and dread, as his thumbs search in the deep crack of my ass for my tight pucker.

  Then, in one swift motion, he withdraws from one orifice and immediately attacks the other. My poor anus doesn’t stand a chance against his rock hard slippery shaft, so the crown of his cock easily pierces my sphincter and begins its relentless journey into my unenthusiastic rectum.

  “Muuuuuuumph,” I moan, when my muscles complain and a dull ache begins to spread across my nether region.

  The man is on a mission though, and instantly begins a relentless piston fuck my tightest orifice, in an effort to finish before his lubrication runs out. The bin rocks under me, but I grimly hold on, while his heavy hips slam into my lighter, semi-naked body.

  “Waaaaaah!” I cry, thinking I’m going to fall over.

  With both hands free, Paola is able to grab my hips and slam into me even harder, while holding me still. His attack becomes more desperate and moments later the big guy finally shoots his load deep into my bowel, with a deep satisfying growl.

  Finally, he withdraws, grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet. Thankfully, he doesn’t expect me to clean his cock in the alleyway and instead seems eager to catch up with Sergio, who has wandered on ahead toward the casino.

  I’m in too befuddled a state to bother grabbing my torn panties, instead I have to make do with straightening my dress and following behind the big man, as he heads off down the street. I’m too anesthetised to feel the absolute horror and shame of the situation and appreciate the depths to which I’ve plunged. That will come later, instead I concentrate on catching up with the others.

  Chapter 9

  From the restaurant we walk to a casino, where I dive into the toilet with Candy to clean myself and tell her what happened. My ass is aching as though it’s been turned inside out, so I’m surprised to find it feels okay when I wipe all of Paola’s jiz off my butt cheeks. Luckily Candy’s got a spare thong in her bag and gives me one, saying that I now owe her a favour.

  “What planet are you on?” she scolds me. “I carry three spare pairs. These animals are always ripping them off. This is basic stuff you should know. How long you been on the game?”

  “Candy, I… I…” I nearly tell her that I’m not a prostitute, but what’s the point? “Not long…” I mutter.

  I watch her take another pinch of snow and when she offered me a little, I hold out my hand and accept it gratefully. The stuff is making me dizzy, but it doesn’t half take away the horror of being fucked up the ass!

  “Judy, try being nice to the big guy. I know he’s a fucking animal, but I can tell you that you’ll meet a lot worse! Remember Sergio could go far in the organisation if Paola decides to promote him.”

  “Is that what this is all about?” I ask, looking at my reflection in the mirror and seeing someone completely different to the person that should be staring back!

  My lovely red hair is dishevelled, my makeup is smeared and the black dress has a dirty mark across it, where the big guy shoved me onto the filthy bin. I brush most of the dirt off and let Candy comb my hair, while she talks to me.

  “Sure, Sergio is trying to climb the ladder. He wants to be a Lieutenant, like some of the others,” she said mysteriously.

  She seems well informed about the organisation for a prostitute, but I assume she picked up these little nuggets having been in their company more than me. I feel a lot happier after sucking some more snow, while I fix my makeup. Then Candy fetches some hand towels and wipes the shiny material of the dress again and does a pretty good job of removing the
mark.

  We return to the tables, where the men are engrossed on a black-jack table. We hang around for a while, but soon get bored watching the cards being turned over and seeing the men lose their money. We fetch some drinks for the guys, who are all pissed off and I begin to feel really woozy. The smoky atmosphere and the drink/drugs mix, are all having a bad effect on me and I begin to feel as though I’ll be sick at any moment.

  “I’ve got to get some air. I feel sick!” I declare out loud, to nobody in particular. Sergio looks alarmed and breaks off from the card game.

  “Candy, take Judy for a walk. Get some fresh air.” Suggests Sergio. “Take your time we’ll be here for a while.” Candy stands and walks to the desk to get her bag. I grab mine too and follow her toward the exit. I’m surprised by her eagerness, but pleased to have a companion at such a late hour.

  We pass the toilets, leave the casino through a side door and step out into a narrow service road. The cool air immediately gives me goose bumps and I have to adjust my skimpy dress, as it keeps scrunching up, revealing my thighs above the stocking tops.

  Everything seems out of focus, as we begin to walk toward the far end of the service road, where I can see a brightly lit street with traffic flowing in both directions.

  “How long have you been at Sergio’s now?” Candy asks.

  Her question annoys me, because it’s none of her business. I stop and look into her dull hazel eyes and can see from her expression that she genuinely believes I’m a whore. What’s the point of denying it, because in reality, Sergio was treating me like one and I’d begun to act like one!

  “5 or 6 weeks.” I answer.

  “The training takes longer, when you start from scratch,” she observes.

  The comment flummoxes me, but she’s as drunk as I am, so could be blabbing a load of nonsense. She’s trying to make it sound as though I’m a project that Sergio is working on and there’s an end game to the way he’s grooming me to be his tarty girlfriend. I try and make sense of what she’s saying, but I’m confused and annoyed by her attitude.