Soiled

The clock continued its mantra as the door closed with a soft squeak. She looked up with mingled relief and gratitude. It was an hour past midnight, and her shift would end in two more hours. Hopefully no one else would ask for her before then. She was still crouched in a remote corner of the bed, completely naked and sweating profusely. Sighing, she dabbed her face with a corner of the bedspread, crawled to the edge of the bed, and grabbed her stained white blouse from the floor.

She tried to remember the days when she hadn’t been trapped under a different man every night, desperately begging them to pull out with her eyes, succumbing to their dirtiest wishes, but the only thing that surfaced in her mind was her stepfather. John. She knew what the women of her village had whispered about him, amidst giggles, about how gentlemanly he was, how successful he is as a businessman, and how his shaggy mustache must tickle whenever he kisses a lucky lady. And she had whispered and giggled along with them, until her seventeenth birthday, when her mother and father surrendered to the virus, and John had…had generously taken her as his stepdaughter, because he was not married. He had taken more than her custody. John. His face swam hazily in and out of her mind, even now, when they were separated by a territorial border. Every man who had fucked her had his handsome, taunting face. When their hands roamed over the most sacred parts of her body, it was his touch that she felt. Maybe she hasn’t escaped from him after all.

She blinked the tears out of her eyes and put on her blouse. Carmen would be livid if she saw her like this. She ran a hand through her tousled brown locks, smoothing it. There. She took a deep breath and just sat there, beginning to relax her body. Her body was still sore from the strain her last client had put on her, but she had learned to focus her energy on reducing the pain. She closed her eyes. The silence, the comfort of being alone, for now, was too good not to prolong. She needed to stay like this a while longer. She touched her skin gingerly, stroking over old damages. When she opened her eyes again she found herself staring at a man leaning against the doorframe, his toned body blocking out the light from the hall outside. His plain sleeveless white shirt seemed to highlight his strong arms.

It was late. She needs to please this last customer, fast, so she could sleep. She smiled, inviting him in, but the smile he returned was cold, knowing, sending chills down her back. How long had he been there? He walked towards her, still smiling. The door closed behind him with a muffled thump, sealing her in with this stranger. He stopped so close to her that she could hear his breathing and then stood there, without a word.

“S-sir…?” The way he looked at her unnerved her. She bent down and tugged tentatively at his zipper and when he made no sign no stop her, she tugged down his jeans, revealing black boxer briefs. Her breath caught in her throat; she could tell that he was considerably larger than average. She started to stroke his cock through the briefs, but he seized her hands.

“You think you can tease, but not give?”

It was the first time she’d heard him speak. She was baffled, but chills would not stop coursing through her body. “Sir?” she said meekly, avoiding his gaze and beginning to massage his erection again. She didn’t want to look at him, aware of the rising fear that clotted her throat like a fog. He had a smooth expression that doesn’t quite settle. She didn’t want to be afraid again, no, she was through being afraid. The man groaned softly and placed his hand on top of hers, guiding and gently applying pressure. When she tugged at his briefs, however, he took her hand away with a growl.

“I didn’t pay for a hand job, filthy little slut.” His voice was quiet but the words slapped her cruelly. He squat to her level and ran a finger through her hair, drawing her closer. His lips brushing her right ear, he whispered, “Tell me…has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?” She looked straight at him, panic flooding her face as she shook her head. He laughed. “Well I guess I’ll be the first, then.”

She felt his hot breath at the nape of her neck, his hands at her collar and starting on the first button. “No…” He paused momentarily. “I…I…please…C-Carmen won’t l-let you…”

He pushed her forwards, suddenly angry. “Let me? Let me?” Her head hit the floor with a dull clunk, cushioned by the carpeted floor. He stood up and grabbed the collar of her shirt roughly, a faint rip appearing. “Stand up…Stand up! You think Carmen can stop me from doing whatever I want to you? Times have changed, slut…”

He seemed to be pleased to see her standing so shakily and regained his composure. He smiled to reassure her and sat down on the motel bed, gesturing to his lap. “Sit.” She obeyed, tears still stinging her vision and threatening to fall.

“A-are you…a-are you going to…?”

He shushed her and began undressing her. He teased her with his finger, gently kneading circles between her legs. She begged him to stop, but he kept on with his teasing, gradually building the pressure and letting it subside. A moan escaped her lips. She could not help it, and she saw her tormentor smile. No…She wouldn’t let him do this. She rolled out of his grasp, but he was on top of her immediately. He held her down and slapped her as she felt a familiar sense of helplessness bubble in her throat.

“Get on your knees, baby. Now.”

Seeing no other options, she dropped to her knees, nude except for her panties. The man stroked the back of her head with one hand as he dropped his briefs with the other. Then he pushed his cock against her lips persistently. “Pl—” she started to say, but he pushed his entire length into her mouth, making her choke. Relaxing her muscles, she tried to get used to the intrusion, knowing it would be less uncomfortable if she was calm, but the man didn’t seem to want her eased. With his hand he pushed her head forward until his balls rested on her mouth.

“Impress me.” He loosened his grip on her head. She ran her tongue over his shaft, glad that he was letting her take rein for a while, but terrified of what he would do after. She knew that he wouldn’t be done with her after only a blowjob. It was the kind of thing that John used to do—Utterly humiliate her and then make her his. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, disgusted. He groaned with satisfaction and steadied her head, pushing himself in and out, pumping her mouth, his dick lathered in her warm saliva and his own pre-cum. He pushed himself deeper into her throat, enjoying the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He put his hands on the sides of her head and thrust hard, his cum choking her.

He pulled out but kept a palm against her lips. Taking the hint, she swallowed, humiliated. Tears stung her eyes. She reached for her bra but he swatted her hands away, amused. “Remember what I said about fucking your ass?” Her eyes widened. She shook her head desperately and backed away, but he picked her up and threw her facedown onto the bed with no difficulty.

She began to struggle. Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to scratch a part of his face, perhaps his eyes. But she couldn’t reach. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and ripped off her panties, pausing only to throw them carelessly over his shoulder. She felt the presence of his legs on either side of her, his hard-on nudging her bare back. He was going to ride her like a mare, and part of her—the part that had been created or perhaps brought to the surface during her time with John—bucked excitedly, wanting to feel him drive waves after waves of feral pleasure into her body…—No, no! She couldn’t let herself think this way. She would never forgive herself if she turned into the…the wanton whore that they all assumed her to be. She could not...

She felt his hands on her thighs, then on her buttocks, massaging the cheeks. Thwack. She felt a sharp sting as the back of his hand connected with her cheeks. “Such a firm ass…A pity that the first time will hurt. Like. Hell.” At the last word he plunged hard into her virgin anus, feeling it stretch around him and tear in some places, causing her to scream in agony. He didn’t even bother to lubricate her, but no matter. A thin trickle of blood streamed out from her nether regions, staining his member. A good lubricant as any, he thought. His hands loosened their iron grip on her thighs.

He moved in and out of her with urgency, pulling out only to slam his entire length back into her bleeding anus. By now her screaming had subsided into broken sobs, her hands no longer thrashing but limp at her sides. Defeated. Still thrusting, he brought his face next to hers and whispered, “Do you like that, baby?”

His voice dominating, level, his face close enough to taste the salt in her tears. She closed her eyes and attempted to withdraw into the deepest recesses of her mind. It’s happened before. But the thought did nothing to comfort her.

His hair the color of dark mahogany, thick with the slightest hint of waves. “I’m still waiting for an answer.” He squeezed her nipples, abusing them at free will as her face contorted. “Perhaps the reason you’re not answering…” He leaned closer to her, and now there was an undeniable reek of liquor on his breath, pungent, biting. “…is because you do like it…? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby…that’s already been established. If you weren’t a whore, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now…”

“I…I’m not…I’m not…”

“Not what? A whore?” He said this in a purr. His hands caressing instead of bruising, fingers dancing lightly over the sensitive nipples. One hand found her clit and rubbed until her cheeks flushed. Her nipples hardened. He continued to play with her most sensitive spot, steadily increasing the pressure, making circles with his knuckles while pressing, stroking.

Her breathing quickened. “Please…I can’t…I…Ohhhhh...” They crashed in unison. He pulled out as she hit the peak, spraying her buttocks with his seed. She winced as he rolled off of her.

“Now…since I have you for the night, why don’t I return you the pleasure…of satiation…” His turned her over so that her eyes met his, brown and glistening. He started to position himself over her dripping pussy, wet from her fluids and the blood that had seeped from her anus, making her beg again.

“Want me to make it better?” She managed to nod, eyes shut tight against the humiliation. “Then tell me you want to be fucked like the slut you are.”

“Please…don’t make me do this…please…John…”

Time froze. A second, a minute. There was nothing but a pair of brown eyes, forced open in shock of what she had just uttered in that split moment of carelessness, of truth.

Then the clock continued its mantra.

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SFC Omicron: So I wasn't just bumbling like an idiot! Yes! I'm trying to maintain a fine balance between ulternate reality and fantasy, though, because I think too much fantasy elements ruins the erotica. At least I think so.

artemis in indigo: I agree, actually. Sometimes when I'm writing, I think everything is fitting perfectly...but when I upload it, the writing seems inferior, the details jumbled.

Akenaten: Ta-da! Chapter 3! *hands it to you on a silver platter*

Jeanette X. Lector: The particular scar isn't as important as the fact that he has scars. The ring may show more significance...

:) Await Chapter 4.