Bound By Blackmail Ch. 16

"Master, I'm not sure I had that many guys last night!"

"Records are made to be broken," he smirked. "That'll give you something to strive for."

"But couldn't one of those be where I can go home tonight? Please!"

"Dafni," he said my slut name in a condescending manner. "You'd have to suck an awful lot of cocks this afternoon for me to let down the ones who have already reserved an appointment for this evening."

"Master, I...I can..," I started before he cut me off.

"I know you can and you will. Now, breakfast is pretty much through and the late sleepers will be getting up about now. I think it's time to get into slut mode," he said before adding in a low tone, "as if you weren't in it all the time."

Dimitri got up and went around the room retrieving the cameras off the walls. I couldn't help but notice that the ones in the bathroom were left; I guess to make sure I was peeing like I was to supposed to or to just be creeps. Brady adjusted my top and dusted off my skirt. His hand landed hard on my chastity which caused a singe of pain in my groin. The way he acted, I doubted it was an accident. His final nit-picking was straightening my pigtail over my shoulders. He stood back and looked upon me proudly.

"Once you go fishing, you'll definitely reel in a few; and I know you're hoping to land a big one too," he joked. "Now, get your stockings and heels on and complete that fantasy picture that is sure to lure them in."

Both Brady and Dimitri exited the room and made the short troupe to their surveillance station next door. My door had been left open for the sounds of my videos to flow out of. Anyone within earshot would know I wasn't watching some wholesome, family programming. It made me quite embarrassed but even more frightened at the prospect that it just may pull someone in. The three drunk guys from the night before came to mind. They would have definitely taken advantage. Were there more like them that would actually take the bait?

My stomach was in knots as I sat on the edge of the bed putting the rest of my uniform on. Would this actually work? If it did, could I really put on that much of a slutty act? I supposed most importantly, just who would these men be and how would they treat the slut that lured then into her room?

There was a rapping on the wall from next door and a jolt of my chastity; a signal to start my fishing spree. Using the remote, I sifted through the videos and found one of a beautiful, busty brunette who was fully nude, down on her knees with a nude male directly in front of her. His cock was semi-stiff and already looked to be a foot long. Just the screen-shot caused a twinge in my chastity cage. It had been sometime since my own release; having come close but being denied while Alyssa bathed me.

Taking a long huff, I started the video. The brunette had an elated look at the massive cock staring her in the face. The male, simply toying with her, swung his cock playfully into her cheek. Her mouth was opened and you could hear the impact from his hefty member. As she went down on him, the tell-tale sounds of a porn flick began to emerge; the slurping, the gulping, the gagging, the grunting, followed by a bit of dialog;

"You like that? Take it all down your slut throat!"

I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed. On my lap was the notepad that I used to tap my pencil on. Next to me sat my trainer cock for any passers-by to easily see. A couple of minutes went by before I felt a short, slight jolt at my chastity along hearing a beep from my sissy phone. Brady didn't think the volume was high enough and I was ordered to turn it up more. I felt even more embarrassed as the moans and groans became even louder.

After ten minutes, I hadn't seen the first person come to check on what all the perverted noise was about. Brady had clearly been too presumptuous in his deviant guests theory.

And then I got a bite.

"Hey there," I heard a guys voice say.

My head turned to see a relatively young guy standing just outside the threshold. He was wearing a plain-white T-shirt that looked a bit tattered and stained over his thick khaki cargo pants and a pair of muddy boots. The guy looked like he was about to head off for a weekend job of sorts, though his thick head of hair looked clean and neat. There was a sly smile to his thin, pursed lips. His eyes first peered sideways at the TV and then back to study me sitting there like some tantalizing treat.

"Oh my," I said in mock astonishment; as if I had no fucking clue that I would draw anyone to my room.

"Hey, I didn't mean to scare you there. I was heading back downstairs when I heard your..."

He didn't enter the room, but he did brace himself against the doorway and lean in to get a better view of the TV. The busty brunette was still crouched down on her knees with her legs spread wide. Her mouth gaped open and her tongue glided up and down the lengthy shaft. Using my visitor as an excuse, I quickly grabbed the remote and lowered the volume to a just barely auditable level.

"Oh, don't stop on my part," he said as he leaned back out and shook his hand at me.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have had it that loud," I said in an embarrassed tone, knowing I'd been made to have it that loud. "And I probably shouldn't have had the door open, but I get so hot sometimes and I like the cool air." Another bullshit lie! I was quite cold in my skimpy attire and on the cusp of trembling from it.

"Yeah, I bet you do get hot," he said with a smirk. His eyes looked me over, drinking in all my sluttiness. A real girl would probably be elated at being gawked at. His eyes seemed to stop next to me and he pointed out the pink dildo at my side. "Whatcha got there?"

"Oh, this?" I said, letting my hand drop down to take hold of it. As if embarrassed for having him spot my little toy, I quickly took it and slid it under one of the pillows. I didn't have to put on an act for that part.

"Just a toy really," I said, letting my pigtail whip back over my shoulder as I turned my head back towards him. "Just something I use to learn."

"To learn huh? Is that what that cute, little costume is for?" He noticed my attire obviously.

"Yeah, I guess it helps to get me in the mood."

This was where I began to give off subtle gestures. I slightly grabbed ahold of my shirt and pulled it ever-so-slightly open while at the same time using my other hand to pull my skirt up just a tad to show a little more leg. My head lowered a little bit and I nibbled on my lower lip. The guy seemed to take notice of each of these queues.

"What uh...what exactly are you...boning up on?" He asked. His little pun wasn't lost on me. I thought it was lame but to keep the act up, I gave a quaint, little giggle.

"I guess it's silly really," I said as I bowed my head. Again, the embarrassment wasn't all fabricated. "I'm just intrigued with...well...blowjobs."

I wasn't looking directly at him, but I heard him give an interesting hum. He undoubtedly sensed that he may be able to receive one of my apparent fetishes as I noticed him ease into the room from the corner of my eye.

"Is that a fact? You know, I've always been one for a girl furthering her education. Especially in a field she feels very passionately about." He thought he was being cute.

"You do? Isn't that just sweet!" I wanted to puke at our playful banter.

"I'm no teacher," he said, standing there in his worn-down attire, "but it sometimes helps to have a study-buddy."

He flashed a sly grin that I'm sure he thought melted the ladies. Hell, maybe it did, but I wouldn't know. Still, I had to act somewhat interested. As much as I didn't want his cock anywhere near me, I still had to put on my slutty act. They seemed inevitable and perhaps I could at least get some of Brady's perks out of them.

"Yeah, perhaps."

I uncrossed my legs and got off the bed. It was time to put into play what Brady had suggested to let these guys know that my mouth wasn't going to be for free. The ploy sounded stupid, but so did reeling in a blowjob recipient.

"I was actually just about to do my work. I clean a few rooms here at the motel and get paid twenty dollars for it."

"You don't have to go now, do you?" He asked, taking a step towards me. Either through movement or from my sissy-studies, my eyes peered down to see a slight bulge beginning to emulate in his pants.

"A girl's gotta eat, you know," I said with a subtle shrug of my shoulders. Then, I let my head tilt to the side and my pigtail fell over my shoulder. I smiled back up at him as I brought my finger up to play with my hair. This was a trick I noticed Alyssa doing that she graciously taught to me. He seemed to be catching on and taking the bait.

"Well, I'd like to help you eat," he said, not even being sly about grabbing his crotch. That wasn't all he grabbed. He also pulled a twenty from his pants pocket and proceeded to toss it on the bed. "Maybe that'll help you out."

Hook, line, and sinker. I couldn't fucking believe it!

"Well," I started as I picked up the bill, folded it back, and slid it into my shirt. "Maybe I could spare just a few minutes to, you know, get another lesson in."

I was shocked and sickened that that whole scheme worked. Not quite as sickened as what I was about to do, but still.

After I sauntered over and shut the door, I walked back and stood directly in front of him. I had to say that while he looked relatively clean, there was a stench about him; like he'd already been doing some work. Perhaps he was on break and had now found something to occupy his time.

After giving my best smirk, I lowered myself to my knees. His cock looked to be aching to be released from his pants. I brought my manicured hands up and released his member. It happily flopped out of his boxers and sprung up and down in a semi-hard dance. Again, as I didn't seem able to help it, I judged his size and figured I wouldn't have any problem taking him all the way in. It was a revolting notion.

"I'm sure the real thing doesn't compare to that little, pink toy of yours."

First off, I thought, that trainer cock was much larger than he apparently thought he was. He was clearly one of those guys that liked to exaggerate their own endowment. Then I began to wonder why I was worried about it. I tried to quit comparing sizes and focused on getting him done and out of the way.

He swung his hips ever so slightly so that his dick swung back and forth. I was hardly amused but again couldn't say otherwise.

"I love when I get to play with the real thing," I said, almost choking on my own words.

Wanting to get it over with, I leaned forward and placed my hands on his thighs. As my mouth came closer to his junk, I couldn't help but get another whiff of some nasty B.O. I hesitated, wanting desperately to pull away and not put his nasty cock in my mouth.

"What's the problem, baby?"

"Just admiring it is all," I lied, looking back up at him.

Trying not to puke, I ran my tongue up his stiffening shaft. I could almost taste the filth on him. His member continued to harden as I worked my tongue up and down. Once he was fully erect, I began bobbing up and down on it. My tongue continued to lick as his dick moved back and forth past my lips. I could distinguish the veins that were protruding out; throbbing fiercely.

"Ooohh," he began to moan.

I began bottoming out on his base. Just as I figured, I wasn't straining at all as his tip tickled the back of my throat. Both Brady and Eve would be proud! He was apparently getting into it and I felt him take ahold of my pigtails. His persuasion was mild at first. When I didn't protest, he began face-fucking me, taking charge of the blowjob.

"Arrrr...ghhhhh!" I roughly garbled with my mouth full of cock.

"Oh..Ah..Ahhh," he sounded. His cock began pulsating and he pulled back on my pigtails. Next was the familiar sensation of his think, warm cum spraying down the back of my throat. Something about this seemed more atrocious than any other I'd been made to consume; somehow even more than Brady. Maybe it was a mental thing because of the stench he was emitting or perhaps his bodily fluids matched his outward hygiene.

Despite that, I did like I'd been trained to do. I lifted off his cock with his load still in my mouth. With him looking down at me, I toyed with it a few seconds before allowing it to slide harshly down my throat.

"That was fucking great!" He told me.

"Thank you," I meekly replied. Then I had to give my appreciation for his manly fluid. "And thank you for your cum. I just love cum."

"Well, here's just a bit more for you then." He jerked his deflating cock a few times and a little bit more seeped from the tip. Giving another fake smile, I leaned up and licked his tip clean.

"I'll be around. Maybe I can help you study again soon," he said with a wink. I truly hoped I wouldn't see him again. After he buttoned up, he turned heel and headed out the door.

That little scheme worked a full seven times! I couldn't believe it! Three of them I was able to lure in roughly the same manner; blaring porn and acting coy when they came to investigate. They seemed intrigued to see a little blonde watching such smut and dressed like most guy's fantasy. The fifth guy followed by the sixth actually came along mid-blowjob, waiting patiently outside for me to finish my little lesson. With those, I didn't have to go through the whole spiel. I was actually kind of happy about that since the playful banter I was forced to put on sickened me.

Number seven was a close enough neighbor apparently and had caught on to what my little slutty ploy was. He didn't come over to complain or to play my little game. Instead, he got straight to the point.

"I don't need the whole schoolgirl-studying-to-give-blowjobs-and-also-working-for-a-whole-twenty-dollars bit. Here's my twenty, now make it a good one!"

Brady was quite pleased when I was allowed to stop my blowjob scheme later that afternoon. I hadn't gotten close enough to cut my second night as a sissy-whore short, but he kept his word about letting me have something decent to eat; sort of. I got a flattened out hamburger with a spritz of ketchup and one thin pickle along with a tiny container of stale, hardened fries. Both were cold as if they'd been sitting for hours. Sadly, it was the most delectable thing I'd had in a week.

"Don't get used to treats like this, Missy. I don't want you losing that girlish figure. The guys are seeming to like that," he said with a smile. Brady took the one-forty that I'd collected from my afternoon of fishing for blowjobs.

"Not too bad, slut," he complimented as he counted and sorted the cash. "This pales in comparison to what I'm bringing in off your ad, but it's still a nice, little bonus."

I knew it was pointless, but I asked anyways.

"Master, may I not keep that cash to help pay back the safe?"

"Sissy, I've already told you that as property, you can't really earn money for yourself. I mean, would a lawnmower earn itself money after cutting grass? No, because it is a tool used by its owner to make him money. Same thing with you; you're a tool who is going to make me money; lots of it, I hope."

My eyes began to tear up. Brady noticed this and gave a huff.

"Stop getting over-dramatic. I've already told you that part of the earnings you take in you can use towards getting yourself out of trouble. You've got a few months to earn as much as you can. Don't go hurting that ditzy brain of yours with numbers right now."

Brady left me alone after that, taking all the cash with him. I was ordered to clean up from lunch and then take a little nap. According to him, I was going to be in for quite a rough night.

"You've already got as many appointments books as all of last night and we haven't even made it to the evening yet! I've got a feeling you're going to break your own record."

"Ma...Master! I can't go through another night. I just ca...can't!"

"Stop your whining, slut! Lay down and get some rest. You're going to want to be bright-eye and bushy-tailed. You've got another wonderful night of cum-fill thrills."

Just like all the other times, there was no point. Brady wasn't going to give me any break. The only thing I could do was try to again bury as much of myself away and let Dafni take the wheel. I just had to hope I'd be able to make it through the weekend and be just that much closer to ending my nightmare.

To be continued....