“Prendergast Holdings are, if I can put it delicately for you, a somewhat unethical
and unusual organisation. My guess is, if I leave here tonight without a solution to your
debt, they will simply send round a couple of heavies. You would essentially be kidnapped
and forced into sexual slavery, probably in Africa.”
“Africa?” Maria was now listening intently.
“Yes, PH has a lot of business in Africa and they would, to be as delicate on the
matter as possible, basically force you to act as a black man’s whore until your debt was
repaid which, at the rate they would reduce your debt, would be at least five years.”
“But that’s insane. It’s totally illegal. They can’t just walk in here and force me
to do these things. I have rights.”
“Well, you did until you signed the contract. There, in the plain print is a simple
statement of you assigning your life and rights over to whomsoever they nominate if you
fail to keep up repayments. So, technically they can do what I’ve just described.”
“But, that’s awful!” Maria exclaimed. “What can you do then?”
“I can help you earn the extra money to pay off your debt, but first I have to be
damned sure you are suitable. If I get it wrong,” he lied, “then we both end up in a real
mess.”
“But what must I do?”
“I have contacts that will pay well for your talents, but they are exacting men and
I am, as yet, far from sure you would be suitable.”
“What kind of talents do you mean. My office skills...”
“I’m not talking office skills. To be direct, I am talking sex.”
“You want me to become a prostitute?” Maria was shaking with fear at the thought.
“No, that’s not exactly what I mean. You won’t be standing on any street corners or
anything like that and you won’t be soliciting either.”
“But you said sex, so what do you mean?”
“I mean you will be fed a string of clients who will pay me for your services.
Under our own little agreement which I have in my attaché case, I will then agree
to pay off your debt and you will also earn 10% of whatever I get paid.”
“You pay off my debt, how?”
“You’ll see. You just have to trust me that it will happen.”
“But I could agree to this and then you pay off my debt and then I change my
mind.”
“Oh, you won’t do that, I promise you. But first you have to prove you can do what
my clients will want of you.”
“And what is that?”
“If you want to give it a shot I’ll show you. I can get a much better impression of
your abilities if I don’t go into great lengthy explanations first. It is much more
representative to see how you react when you are unprepared as that will demonstrate if
you can be prepared for most things.”
“Err, give me a minute to think,” said Maria. Suddenly she was being offered a ray
of hope and a way out of her predicament and the long months of worry since she realised
she was in over her head. She could, she thought, take this guy’s money and disappear.
Maria didn’t take too long to think about things. If this guy was telling the truth
then her creditors would probably have her enslaved as a sex slave in Africa before too
long and she didn’t want that.
“Okay,” she said softly, “I’ll try it your way.”
“I thought you might. Now, here is our agreement. You need to read it and sign
it.”
Maria scanned the papers and scrawled her signature on the bottom. In under two
minutes she handed the papers back to Carl.
“Okay. Now you are my property to do with as I please until such time as your debt
has been entirely paid off. That is, assuming I leave here this evening convinced you can
fulfil my client’s needs.”
“So, what do you want me to do?” Maria shrugged her shoulders. Carl looked
respectable and Maria didn’t fully understand what he meant by calling her his property,
but she knew she had no choice if she didn’t want something worse to happen at the hands
of her creditors.
“Well, you can start by standing up and removing all your clothes.”
While Maria stood slowly and began fiddling with her clothes, Carl continued. “It
is going to take you just six months to pay this debt off. Basically, if tonight goes well
for you, I will pay your creditors on a monthly basis, one sixth of what they are owed.
When my clients pay me, I pay your creditors. You’ll get your 10% at the end of each
month. So, if you take a month off and there is no money, your creditors will simply come
and cart you off to Africa. I guess that should keep you in line for the six months.”
Maria had her jumper over her head now. She realised she was now trapped in this
arrangement and a fresh dread rushed through her body. With her world in darkness thanks
to the damned jumper that would not come off easily, she heard the man stand up. In a
moment his arm was around her waist.
“What, what are you doing?” She stuttered.
“You are mine now, so I will do what I want. When I tell you to strip I expect you
to be standing before me totally naked in less than twenty seconds. In fact, in future
when I come round, which will be once a week, you will be wearing only a bathrobe. If you
wear anything else I will not pay your debt off for that month.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Well you do now.”
Carl had his hand on the front of her jumper and having brushed his hands over her
breasts as he raised the hem of the jumper, he helped her lift it over her head, which
pushed her arms down behind her.
“That will do for now,” said Carl, appreciative of the fact she was not wearing a
bra. Her breasts were fully visible in the mirror that hung on the wall. They were not
overly large, a B cup, Carl estimated, but she had prominent nipples that were already
stiff.
With her hands effectively trapped behind her in the sleeves of the jumper, Maria
could only stand in silence as she felt him fumble with the buckle on the belt round her
jeans. It was soon undone and was quickly followed by the button being popped from its
button hole. Finally the zip rasped briefly as it was lowered.
Carl’s hands worked round the waistline of the jeans, pulling them down over her
hips and buttocks. Soon he had them dropped to below her knees. She wore simple white
panties that evidently covered a dark thatch of pubic hair.
“Okay, Maria. Have you ever been spanked before?”
“Only as a little girl, and only on one occasion. I guess it hurt so much I never
was naughty again.”
“I doubt it. Now, many of my clients will want a piece of your buttocks. Many want
a woman who can take a good spanking as a prelude to sex. Bend over for me, Maria.”
Maria knew she had no choice. Slowly she bent forward, her arms still bound by the
jumper behind her back.
“Your ass is firm. That is good,” said Carl as he rubbed his hand over the tautened
flesh. Then, without warning, he raised his hand in the air and brought it down with a
loud slap across the middle of her covered cheeks.
“Yeeeooww!” Maria cried out, as much from the shock of what had happened as the
pain.
“Oh, come now, that was just a teaser,” said Carl. “You’ll have to do a lot better
than that.”
“Yeeoowww!” Maria cried again when his hand slapped her a little harder.
“Yeeooowww! Yeoooow!” Yeeeooooww!” She cried as Carl delivered three more firm
slaps to her bottom cheeks that were still covered by her white panties.
“This won’t do at all. You have to take this in silence, or at worst with a gasp of
breath on each stroke. You simply can’t cry out when I’m hardly touching you. None of my
contacts want a cry-baby on their hands.”
“Sorry,” said Maria.
“You will be if I have to tear up the agreement before I leave here tonight. Now,
are you going to try harder?”
“Yes, I promise I will really try.”
“Okay. I’m going to pull your panties down and then give you ten on the bare with
my hands. I don’t want to hear any more cries.”
“I’ll try,” Maria said. Though he could not see her face, she knew she already had
tears in her eyes from the first five smacks. Then she felt her panties being pulled off
her bottom. This had a surprising effect on Maria. Firstly she felt embarrassment that she
was now effectively naked with this stranger, and then she suddenly started to feel
aroused.
The hand was rubbing her bare cheeks now, preparing for the next delivery. Maria
took a deep breath and let it out with a `whoosh` when the hand landed mid-buttocks,
leaving her cheeks with a fresh fiery heat in them.
“Better,” said Carl as she repeated the sound when he delivered the next four
strokes in under fifteen seconds. “Much better,” he said. Then he delivered the final five
strokes, noting now that Maria was gasping rather than `whooshing` the air from her lungs.
After the tenth stroke, Carl noticed her bottom was now a bright pink. He rubbed his hands
over it, fully expecting her to wince from his touch, but it only made her gasp again.
“Are you getting turned on by this?” Carl asked.
“God, yes. I didn’t know being dominated like this could be so good.”
Carl stopped rubbing her for a moment. He was genuinely shocked by her reply and it
was dawning on him that he just might have found his pot of gold for the next few months.
“Okay, well that was pretty tame. I think I should take it to the next level. To do
that I need you to strip totally naked. Stand up and I’ll help you with the jumper.”
Maria stood up, her face flushed and her eyes wide with arousal. Carl could smell
the familiar musk of female excitement as he helped her remove one arm from the jumper.
With her one arm free, it took Maria less than a minute to shed all her clothes.
“What do you want to do?” She asked.
“Come over here, in front of the coffee table, and kneel on the floor. Then bend
over the table and grasp the rail on the other side.”
Maria did as she was told, still aware she had no choice, but now wondering just
how aroused she would get with this stranger. It had been a long time since she’d enjoyed
anything other than her pencil vibrator and she was more than wanting a good seeing to.
“Open your legs wide so your stomach lies flat over the table,” said Carl.
Maria obliged and for some reason was not surprised when Carl’s hand started
stroking up the inside of her left leg. She gasped when his hand reached her sex and she
knew she was wet. Carl discovered that a moment later when his fingers parted her labia
and he slid a finger easily inside her.
Slowly he stroked her vulva with his finger, teasing her into a greater state of
arousal.
“One thing you will have to learn quickly is not to have an orgasm without
permission.”
“What?” Maria was surprised by the demand.
“If you want to climax, you have to ask permission or my clients will ask me to
punish you, and I can be pretty severe.”
“Oh God, no, that’s not fair.”
“It’s only for six months. I’m sure you would rather that than being packed off to
Africa.”
“Yes, of course. Christ that’s good. I need to cum, please,” Maria pleaded. Carl
knew the slow, rhythmical fucking action would soon bring this woman to a climax. He had
still not replied when Maria gasped loudly and he felt her climax. He continued to finger
her through her orgasm and then withdrew his finger.
“Did I say you could cum?” Carl said softly.
“No, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. It’s been so long, I just needed it.”
“Really? Well, I’ll now have to demonstrate what will happen to you when you
disobey your client’s instructions. They of course won’t do this to you, but I will on my
next visit after they report it. Stand up and come with me.”
Maria stood up and Carl picked up one of her soft soled slippers. He had not
brought his `Enforcement Kit` as he called it, so the slipper would do. He led Maria into
the bedroom and had her stand at the side of the single bed.
“Bend over with your legs together,” Carl said. As she did so, he rummaged through
the drawers of her dressing table and found a couple of pairs of panties. He folded them
up and went back to Maria. “Open your mouth wide,” he said and waited until she had
complied. Then, while Maria lay bent over the bed, he stuffed the panties into her mouth.
“That should keep the noise level down a bit,” he said. “Now, I’ll warn you that this is
going to hurt a fair bit but it’s nothing as bad as what will happen if you disappoint any
of my clients.”
“Huummm wufffarterwat,” she mumbled incoherently behind the gag.
“Make sure you keep them in.” Carl had picked the slipper up and was rubbing it
over her bright pink buttocks. They would not be pink for long. Placing one hand firmly on
the middle of her back, Carl took up position to begin the punishment.
Splat! Splat! Splat! He brought the slipper down hard on her bare buttocks, turning
pink to red. Maria gasped and cried out almost silently behind the gag.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Three strokes were delivered swiftly and painfully to the left
buttock and then three to the right. The heat was rising now and her red buttocks were
aflame. Carl slippered her until every inch of the pale flesh on her buttocks was a bright
red colour.
“Okay, now that and worse will happen if you ever cum for one of my clients without
permission or if you disappoint them in any other way.”
“Mmuugggerhhawrety,” Maria cried, real tears in her eyes now. She tried to reach
round and rub her sore orbs, but Carl brushed her hands away easily.
“Okay, that’s the pain side dealt with, now we are going to see if you are up to
the fucking side of things. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”
Maria grunted something behind the gag but Carl could not tell what it was.
“No matter, we’ll soon remedy that,” he said. The spanking and slippering had
greatly aroused him and in a few moments he had his trousers down and the rigid eight inch
pole of an erection was out in the open. He stood behind Maria, holding her arms out of
the way with one hand while he parted her buttock cheeks with the other, looking for the
pretty, puckered anus he was going to ravage.
“I suggest you relax. If you can’t take me then you have no hope with some of my
clients. So relax, and prove you can take this.”
Maria tried to oblige but the first ever touch of cock on her sensitive anus was
enough to make her tense up. Her cheeks clenched as her natural instincts of
self-preservation took over and her anal muscle clenched.
“It’s only a cock,” she was telling herself over and over. “Relax, it’s only a
cock.” Carl felt the sphincter soften a little and he pushed against it, seeking entry.
“Arrggggghhhh!” Maria screamed from behind the gag as his cock suddenly plunged
into her, forcing the sphincter open for the first time beyond what it was really designed
for. The pain of the muscle ripping slightly was no worse than the pain in the fleshy
mounds of her buttocks as Carl pushed his abdomen into them as his cock plunged up her
bottom to the hilt.
“Not bad. I think you’ll get used to my clients,” Carl said. Then he began to
stroke his cock in and out of her. He may have been greatly aroused but he was determined
he was not going to cum quickly and let her off that lightly. This woman was going to
suffer hell over the next few months and Carl was determined she was going to suffer as
much with him as any of the clients he would be sending her.
After five minutes of plundering her ass, he pulled his cock out. There was a faint
trace of blood where the muscle had torn but she had been relaxed enough to not cause a
lot of damage.
“Okay, that’s one hole. Let’s try the next one,” Carl said. In a moment, Maria felt
the throbbing gristle push against her labia. This she liked. She had really liked feeling
a hot, stiff cock at the entrance to her vulva, ever since her deflowering. Even now, with
the pain of having her asshole ravaged still coursing through her body, the feel of the
hot, throbbing cock at the entrance to her cunt, brought the memories of her deflowering
back to her.
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