Groomed, Trapped, Enslaved. The Complete Story.

by Amelia Stark

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

  From the smirk on her face, I can tell she’s enjoying herself.

  “Well, I reckon you’re ready, Judy. I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse.” She says mysteriously.

  “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out!” I challenge her.

  “Never mind, you’ll soon find out,” she says shrugging her shoulders. “I’m looking forward to when you eat my pussy later Judy, and Paulo will give me a bonus when you do.” She boasts changing the subject.

  My mind spins, as I absorb the fact that this whore will be paid a bonus if I have sex with her. Fucking hell! I’m furious and Sergio gets my services for free! I’m seething and hope she drops the subject, but she doesn’t and keeps trying to taunt me.

  “Don’t worry, he’ll soon be paying you for your services.”

  Now I was out of responses to her taunts, so I shrug my shoulders and start walking again. The effect of the drug is making me feel comfortable in the clothes I’m wearing and excited about being on the street with another prostitute. The actress in me wants to blossom and now that I’m in character, I want to experience at first hand the feeling of flaunting my body with Candy.

  Half of my brain tells me that I’m behaving exactly the way Sergio has planned all along. He wants me to work alongside the real deal – Candy, who’s helping him achieve his aim! The other half is in denial and thinks that he’s attracted to me looking like a prostitute.

  We arrive at the main road and start walking along in front of the dark shop fronts. When I see the heads of the drivers turn to ogle us as we walk slowly along the pavement and a young man cat call us out of a passenger window, I feel thrilled by their interest. I begin fantasizing that a young man stops and after handing over a wedge of cash takes me away in my car.

  “We’ve got to be careful that some pimp doesn’t spot us and accuse us of invading his strip. Some guys will badly beat up trespassers to teach them a lesson,” Candy warns.

  I look around anxiously. “We’d better go back then.”

  We’ve just started walking back when a black car from behind, pulls alongside us. The window slides down smoothly and a young man pops his head out. He has short neat dark hair and a friendly face. He seems like a nice guy.

  “What you selling darling?” he asks.

  A thrill courses through my body and I feel excited by the situation. I’m not going to do anything with the guy, I reason, I just want to see what it feels like to talk to a kerb crawler.

  “I’ll leave this punter to you.” Candy says, putting on an act. “Catch you later.”

  I turn to see her strutting away toward the alleyway. I’m caught by surprise at being left on my own, but I shrug my shoulders and turn back to look at the guy. I bend forward to take a closer look and put my hands on the open window sill, just like I’d seen in the movies. The top of my tube is clinging to my bullet hard nipples, but the guy can see the rims of my areolas.

  “What’s the matter darling, aint my money good enough for you?” he asks

  “No, your money is good. What do you want?”

  “What you offering Babe?” The guy is quite attractive and I picture my lips closing over the plum of his cock. The thought suddenly jumped into my mind and I can’t stop the words from falling out.

  “Would you like a blow job?” I bite my lip and cringe at having asked a complete stranger such a question, but the thrill returns again, in the pit of my stomach.

  “How much, luv?” he asks.

  “Er…fifty. I charge fifty pounds for a blow job.” I have no idea of the going rate and as I’m not actually going to do it, I thought I’ll say a ridiculously high price.

  “I’ll give you twenty five, or fifty for full sex? What’ll it be?”

  “I’ll give you a blow job for twenty five then.” I offer brazenly.

  He begins to open his door and I step back in surprise, as he stands up in front of me. He lifts his hands and shows me a silver badge in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.

  “Miss, I’m arresting you on a charge of soliciting for sex. I must warn you, that anything you say may be used against you in a court of law!”

  “No, no, you’ve made a mistake. I’m with my friend.” I babble. He takes my shoulder bag, walks behind me and fastens a set of hand cuffs onto my wrists. I look down the street to see Candy standing staring at me from the service road where we’d emerged earlier.

  “Miss, save your breath for your statement. You’ll get your chance to tell your story when you get to the station.”

  “Where are you taking me officer?” I ask.

  My head begins to clear a little and my situation comes into focus. When he opens the back door of the car and steers me into the back seat, panic and fear grips my guts and it takes all my resolve not to burst into tears. As soon as the car is underway I can see him studying me in his rear view mirror.

  “I’m taking you to Regent Street station. You can phone a friend from there if you want.” He pauses for a moment and then asks. “You’re new to this game aren’t you?”

  “I’m not a prostitute!” I say with anger in my voice. “I was out with my boyfriend and I came out for some fresh air. Can’t you let me go? Please.”

  “Sorry luv, I’ve heard every excuse in the book. I’ve been in vice for ten years and you wouldn’t believe some of the stories I’ve heard.”

  I hang my head in shame and fall silent for the rest of the ride. I remain so, even when he leads me into the station and logs me in with the desk sergeant.

  They search my bag and find the small bag of heroin that Candy gave to me, so I’m charged with possession of a class ‘A’ drug and soliciting. They take my fingerprints, DNA test me, photograph me and finally allow me to make a phone call. Sergio answers on the fourth ring.

  “It’s me, Sergio.” I snivel.

  “Where the fuck are you Judy?” he’s way past angry.

  “Regent Street police station. They’ve cautioned me with possession of an illegal substance and soliciting for sex.”

  “You were doing what? What the fuck Judy?!”

  “They said you can pick me up. Please hurry Sergio I feel dreadful sitting here in a cell.”

  I have to wait half an hour before he arrives to collect me and when he appears, he doesn’t speak to me until we’re standing outside the police station.

  “What the fuck were you doing Judy?” He demands. “The officer tells me that you propositioned him. Fuck Judy, you want to give a blow job and you pick a cop?”

  “The drug went to my head. I didn’t know what I was doing,” I try to explain. “I’m so sorry,”

  “You’ll fucking pay for this later,” he scows at me. “Get in the car!” I climb into the passenger seat next to him and remain silent for the rest of the trip back to Brighton.

  I sit and listen to the two men fooling around with Candy in the back seat, while I mull over the ramifications of becoming a convicted felon. Even though my mind is still befuddled by the drink and drugs, I still have the wherewithal to know that the events of tonight will scar me for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 10

  It’s 4.00 in the morning when we finally arrive back at our flat in Brighton. Sergio opens the front door and lets his two Mafioso friends and Candy enter, but holds me back for a minute.

  “Judy, I want you to go and get changed into your maids outfit and I’ll call you in when we’re ready for you.”

  Sergio purchased an expensive maids outfit from one of those specialist kinky places on the internet. He’s made me wear the black satin outfit a couple of times during the evening, but never when anyone else is present.

  “And you know how I expect you to behave!”

  “Please Sergio, can’t we do this in the morning when they’ve gone?” I plead with him. “You’ve never done this before,” I whine.

  “Listen, you little cunt, if you don’t do exactly as I say, the punishment
will be ten times worse!” He pushes me through the door and I stalk off down to the bedroom to get changed.

  I can hear Candy laughing happily in the lounge, which makes my situation all the more humiliating. Knowing that she’ll be watching when he punishes me, makes me want to turn round and run away from him forever!

  I remove all my clothes, take a quick shower and go to the cupboard to fetch the box that contained the maids outfit. After emptying it on the bed, I step into the black satin dress, slip my arms into the short puffy sleeves and zip it up at the back.

  The bodice is cut low and has half cups, which lifts my modest breasts, accentuating their size and displayed my prominent strawberry coloured areolas and nipples. I’m well aware though that my breasts still look modest compared to Candy’s, which have been threatening to burst out of her top all night.

  The dress has several layers of white taffeta petticoats which are ridiculously short and only just cover my bare ass.

  I know how Sergio expects me to present myself, so I tie my hair into bunches using white satin ribbon, put on some white hold-ups, a pair of black Mary-Jane flat shoes and a black leather collar round my neck.

  The last items in the box are a pair of nipple clamps, each with its own bell hanging from it. I wince when I snap them on to my nubs and know that I will have to endure a double dose of dull pain until they’re removed. The door opens and in walks Candy, who seems delighted to see me dressed in the maids outfit.

  “It suits you!” She sneers walking round me, before reaching over to knock one of the bells, causing it to ring merrily.

  “This is all your fucking fault!” I retort, trying to hold back my tears.

  “Don’t talk to me like that, you little cunt!” She snarls, making me step back in surprise.

  She’d somehow taken on an air of authority that made me feel uneasy.

  “Alright,” I mutter. “Keep your hair on.”

  “He won’t want to know your bad ass now. I won’t be surprised if he kicks you out! Most of his girls are squeaky clean, like me” Her words shock me, as that particular thought never even entered my mind.

  Surely he won’t kick me out! I resolve to take whatever punishment he decides to administer and then try and make it up to him in some other way. Then her last comment rings alarm bells in my head.

  “Most of his girls?! What do you mean? There aren’t any others. He loves me!” I cry, trying to sound confident, but ending up sounding lame.

  “Ha! You’re not the first girl from the agency to think that!” she retorts.

  “Are you talking about the model agency where he works,” I ask.

  Didn’t you know he owns the agency? All the girls spent a few weeks living with him until they get moved out into the apartment building, which he also owns,” she explains.

  “How many girls work for him?” I ask, becoming alarmed with the discovery of this new information.

  “Including me?” she asks and when I nod she replies. “Eight in total and we all live down at the apartments. Your stupid stunt in London, means you’ll be out of work and if Sergio kicks you out, you’ll be on your own and on the streets hooking.”

  The picture she’s painting can’t be any blacker. I have to try and convince Sergio that I won’t cause him any more problems.

  “He wants you to fetch one of the chairs from the kitchen and take it to the lounge,” Candy informs me, knocked one of my bells again.

  The slim prostitute then walks over to Sergio’s toy cupboard and starts rummaging around for something.

  “What are you looking for in there?” I ask, slightly alarmed.

  “Never you mind! You’d better get a moving. He’s waiting.”

  In a flurry of taffeta skirts, I leave the room and fetch one of the traditional country style wooden chairs from the kitchen and take it to the lounge.

  I enter the room to find the three men sitting silently on the sofa. They watch me place the chair in the middle of the room, so that the back faces the settee where they’ll get a good view.

  “Over the back of the chair.” Barks Sergio in his sternest voice. “And assume the position I’ve taught you!” I feel three pairs of eyes watching me intently, as I lift the front of my dress and petticoats and place them over the back of the chair.

  I rest my tummy on the top rail and lean forward, causing my nipple bells to ring musically. I reach out and grasp the top of the front legs and detect a few sniggers from the three men behind me, having gotten a view of my naked butt for the first time.

  I have to shuffle even further forward, and get up on tip toe, so that my hands can slide a little further down the front legs. This causes the satin skirts of the dress and my taffeta petticoats to fall down over my back, completely exposing my posterior.

  My weight is now concentrated on the back of the chair, which allows for free movement of my legs. Of course, the point of the punishment is to humiliate me and it will be even worse now that there’s an audience to witness my shame.

  I clamp my legs firmly together, but I know that the sadistic men can already see the tight lips of my pussy peeping through, at the top of my pearly white thighs. I hear the door open and Candy walk over to the men behind me.

  “Perfect,” he said. “Put these on her wrists to keep her still.” Sergio tells Candy, who then walks round in front of me and hunkers down by the front legs of the chair.

  She has two pairs of handcuffs, which she starts to close round my wrists. When each pair are secured, she closes the open ends onto a rail lower down between the front legs of the chair. I’m now completely disabled, until someone released the cuffs.

  “Please Sergio…” I snivel as my tears began to flow.

  Candy glances up into my face, winks and then returns to Sergio to get some more items. She brings a red ball gag and attached head harness and proceeds to fit it on me.

  “Please Sergio,” I cry, louder this time. I try twisting my head to see him. “Don’t do this I will be…” Candy forces the red silicone ball between my teeth and fastens the harness round my head. She’s merciless when she tightens the buckles, making me cry out in pain.

  She returns to Sergio and I hope that that will be the last I see of her. I suddenly realize that the things I dream and fantasize about, are actually going to happen to me! The flesh on the back of my legs is at full stretch and I know the men are studying the oily, fig-like convexity of my labia as it bulges at the apex of my stretched thighs.

  “Candy. Give her ten strokes with this.”

  I’m aghast to hear that Candy is going to deliver the thrashing. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life, but maybe it won’t hurt so much coming from her, I reason. I hear the faint hiss of a cane cutting the air. SWITT!

  “Muuuuuuuuph!” I cry through the gag, when a line of fire cuts right across my buttocks. I keep my heels together, determined not to give them the show that they’re all waiting for, but the pain is mind-numbing.

  “Candy, if you don’t put some effort into it, you’ll be over the chair next!” Threatens Sergio. I dip my head in despair and wait for the next blow. SWITT! SWITT! SWITT!

  “Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” White lightning flashes across my butt cheeks with each stoke she delivers. The agonizing pain shoots up my backbone like a wild fire. I lose count, but half way through the punishment my feet fly into the air and begin to flail about, providing the men with an obscene display of my tender folds and pouting sex. SWITT! SWITT! SWITT!

  “Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” I scream out of the back of my throat, as my butt seems to explode over and over again. A raging fire spreads through my tender cheeks and down the back of my thighs, when the blows tear into my sensitive skin. SWITT! SWITT! SWITT!

  “Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Candy delivers the final blows to the under slopes of my butt and the top of my thighs, which increases the torturous pain spreading in all directions. Hot anguished tears stream down my face onto the wooden seat of the chair and my legs continue to scissor an
d flail, even after the blows have ceased to rain down onto my defenceless posterior.

  Even though I continue to bawl my eyes out, I somehow manage to settle down and clamp my thighs together again. I hear the cane clatter onto the coffee table, followed by movement behind me.

  “Spread your legs Judy!” Sergio is right behind me. “I don’t know what you were thinking tonight, but I want you to remember that this cunt is mine!” He grabs my pussy and squeezes my labia painfully between the heel of his hand and the tips of his fingers.

  “Do you understand?” I nod furiously. “I say who uses it and when it’s used. You never try and sell it behind my back!”

  My chest is heaving, while my breath is coming in great sobs. I nod furiously again in affirmation as he squeezes my tender lips sadistically.

  I hear him undo his belt and within seconds, one of his cold hands rests on my blazing skin, so that he can guide the tip of his cock into the soft whirlpool of my gushing sex. My sizzling cunt gobbles up his granite erection eagerly and as he bottoms out, I feel my muscles tighten around him.

  I released a heavy moan, as he starts to thrust his cock back and forth, until his powerful thighs are slamming up against my quivering body. The chair begins to rock, as he picks up speed to thud against me with pile driving, dagger-like thrusts.

  I hold on for dear life, while he sates his lust and anger in equal measures by ruthlessly piston fucking my soft and defenceless body.

  My own animal desires are on fire from Candy’s thrashing and the humiliation of the situation. The pain, shame and degradation all seem to increase my arousal and tip me over the edge into a shattering orgasm, long before Sergio ejaculates his seed deep into the recesses of my womb.

  I’m a snivelling wreck when I’m released and allowed to stand before the three men. I touch the gag and plead with my eyes for him to remove it, but he shakes his head.

  “No it stays on till tomorrow. I’ve heard enough of you fucking whining for one day. Go and make us some coffee.”