Cursed Ch. 07

"Oh, God, please don't. Please leave me some dignity. Please leave my ass alone."

Someone grabbed my flailing arm and bent it behind my back. My other arm soon joined it when I used it as my last attempt to defend myself. My scream was cut off when the quiet guy finally got what he wanted. I gagged as his long cock rammed down my throat. I squirmed when I felt the bottle press against my ass again, but I was held tight. When it popped through my tight sphincter, I would have screamed, except the cock jabbing the back of my mouth was shooting massive quantities of cum down my throat. I coughed up gobs of slime while trying to catch my breath.

The bastards held me down, and the asshole didn't quit fucking my ass until a couple of minutes later when Alberto said, "Time's up."

The laughing group had destroyed my last private part. Oh yeah, it's the quiet ones. You have to be careful of the shy ones.

The jerk behind me offered me the rest of the beer in the bottle he pulled from my ass. He laughed when I told him to fuck off.

"Tomorrow night, you'll be screaming my name while I fuck your sweet ass."

I turned around and sat on the table. That was when I noticed that Carmen's cameraman had been filming the assault on my ass. His camera was pointed at the junction of my thighs. The big-screen TVs all displayed a close-up of my still distended vagina oozing beer foam. Thankfully, I was sitting on my aching ass, and I didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of seeing my abused asshole on the TVs. The jeers from the mob left little doubt everyone in the club had watched me driving my hips back to take the bottle deeper.

I'd heard disgusting stories about The Dollhouse for years, but the reality was far, far worse. Everyone in the club seemed intent on degrading me. They delighted in using the morals my parents had drilled into me as weapons against me. I justified my actions by telling myself that sacrificing my soul was necessary to save my daughter. I had no answer to the question about how I could be a good mother to Amber while working as Carmen's whore until no man wanted my sorry ass.

It was almost as if Alberto was reading my mind. "I'm glad you are enjoying your first night in our club. Most of our new Dolls have a hard time adjusting, but your body has responded eagerly with one orgasm after another. Tomorrow, you'll be a real Doll, and I won't have to protect you any longer."

#

The next half-hour passed in a blur. Every time I served drinks at a table, one of the assholes would bounce the weights tied around my tingling clit while his companions groped my practically naked body. Alberto was right about the tips. Every time I returned to the wait station, I pulled wads of money out of my rolled-up waistband and stuffed it in the overflowing tip jar.

As it got closer to my last dance set and the auction, I became more and more agitated. I knew much of my excitation was from the speed mixed with the ecstasy in the four bottles of spiked water I'd recklessly consumed. The ecstasy's effects seemed to be getting more powerful, and I worried that I would never come down. I'd never recovered from the first doses Carmen had given me before I drank the last four bottles.

What scared me the most was that I was enjoying it. I found the rude remarks and constant touching stimulating. My body was so aroused that a few bounces of the weights hanging from my clit set me off. I didn't even care that my rolled-up bottoms left me completely exposed. I loved every man in the club. I even felt warmth for the stranger who had raped my ass with a cold bottle of beer. After all, he had driven me to one orgasm after another.

Still, I had no idea what degradation I would face next, and the thought of performing lewd acts at The Dollhouse for the rest of my life terrified me. I tried to tell myself the auction would be over quickly. I would dance, and afterward, Alberto would auction off my bottoms. I would be at the mercy of the winner for a couple of minutes, and the long night would finally be over.

With the Japanese customer's fat tips and my share of the night's take, I would take home more than half of what I needed to pay for Amber's new prescription. I was sure that I could earn enough Saturday night to make up the rest. For the remainder of tonight, all I had to do was smile and put up with a couple of minutes of some drunk's crude fumbling. I would sell my soul to save my daughter.

When it was time for my last set, Alberto led me back to the bar and asked, "Do you need something to drink? It's your last chance before the auction."

I was dying of thirst, but I knew what had happened the last time and shook my head vigorously. I was startled when Carmen slipped up behind me and put his fat arm around my waist. The fat toad pulled me against his jiggling stomach and gave my bare ass a painful squeeze.

"Mia bella puttana, has Alberto prepared you for the grand finale?"

I only managed to utter a pitiful moan as his pudgy hand kneaded my ass. Oh, God, was I so far gone that I couldn't even stop my body from responding to Carmen's repulsive fingers?

My squat boss grabbed my chin and tilted my face down. He laughed as he peered into my eyes.

"Fantastico! Your dark pupils are so large that I can't see a trace of green. Your little brain must be boiling on ecstasy. I'd bet you'd fuck a stallone if I brought one on the stage. Tony was a fool. It took me only one night to break you. If he'd used a firm hand, maybe my old enemy wouldn't have had to disappear when the Pink Pussycat went bankrupt."

Carmen dragged me onto the stage, and the room erupted in cheers and rude catcalls about my love for Miller High Life bottles. Someone yelled out a greeting to the Bottle Queen.

My new boss commanded me to assume the Doll pose. I slid my high heel shoes shoulder-width apart and thrust out my breasts. I grabbed my hands behind my back and forced a smile.

My body was burning with intense arousal. The weights responded to my trembling by swinging back and forth and exciting me further. My breathing got deeper as Carmen explained the auction rules. All I heard was that some stranger would be allowed to remove my PJ bottoms and do whatever he wanted for five minutes. Finally, he announced that the auction for my PJ bottoms would be after my first dance.

The DJ queued up 'Shake That' by Eminem. I guess my days of dancing to slow romantic tunes were over. My hips began gyrating by themselves. I whimpered as the weights danced on my hard clit.

'There she goes shaking that ass on the floor

Bumpin' and grindin' that pole

The way she's grindin' that pole

I think I'm losing control.'

I backed up to the pole as my hips shimmied to the beat. I grabbed onto the steel rod above my head but lost control before making my first dance move. I held on tight as my body shook with a soul-shattering orgasm, and the crowd roared their approval.

When my orgasm faded enough for me to dance, I worked my way up the pole. I heard cheers every time I spread my thighs. I finished with my back against the pole in a squat. No one cared that my last move came after the song finished. The weights danced between my widespread thighs, driving me to another body-shaking orgasm. Everyone's eyes were focused on my gaping wet pussy and my nectar dripping from the bottom of my trembling ass cheeks.

The cameraman was lying on his stomach to get his shot. Every screen in the club showed a close-up view of my flowering pussy. Carmen waited a bit before he grabbed my bicep and pulled me to my feet.

He whispered, "Smile, Princess."

Carmen led me closer to the front of the stage and said, "I think we should start the bidding at two hundred dollars. The winner gets to remove the remnants of her shorts and spend five minutes in heaven with no holds barred. The only rule is that no friends are allowed to help. You can fuck any of her holes while everyone gets to watch. The losers will have to wait until tomorrow night to enjoy our newest Doll."

I looked at Carmen in horror. I was breathing hard, and my legs were shaking. I would have fallen if Carmen wasn't holding my arm tight. Somehow, I'd hoped I could finish the night without fucking a stranger on the stage. Now, Carmen was not only offering my pussy but my virgin ass as well.

"Please, Carmen, no. I can't."

I heard the bidding start with shouts coming from around the room. Carmen ignored the bids for a moment and hissed in my ear, "What's the difference between fucking on the stage and doing it with Mr. Masahiro in the Asian room? I watched you happily fuck the college boy, and everyone saw how eager you were for the big black guy to fuck the shit out of you. Hell, you even enjoyed getting fucked with a bottle. Since last Saturday, I've known your true nature when you enthusiastically responded as I played with your pussy at Tony's club."

Had it only been a week since I fell from grace?

"Come on, relax. Accept the fact you are a whore, and you love sex. You'll get half of the winning bid if you just let go and enjoy yourself. If you refuse, you'll lose everything you earned tonight, and you'll never work in Rivervale again."

Carmen turned back to the crowd and said, "Who bid three hundred?"

The bidding reached four hundred dollars and stalled until I heard someone yell 450. The winner was John, the crew chief. Everyone laughed when he tripped, running up the stairs to the stage.

Carmen whispered in my ear, "Take a deep breath. Enjoy yourself, and for God's sake, don't stop smiling."

Carmen handed me to John and said, "Your five minutes in heaven have just started. Try not to hurt my prize dancer."

#

It had been early in the evening when I had given John a lap dance, but I still remembered his fingers thrusting into my vagina and ass. I was sure that five minutes would easily give him enough time to repeat his earlier performance.

The idea of having someone finger fuck me to orgasm on stage was humiliating. I wouldn't be able to show my face anywhere in Rivervale. I laughed at myself for being a fool since everyone in the club had seen me orgasm repeatedly. I knew Carmen would soon post videos of me on the club's website. By next Monday, I doubted there would be a single red-blooded male in the area who didn't know I was Carmen's new whore. I glanced at the clock and prayed that John had gotten so drunk he was incapable of anything more than groping me.

John wrapped his massive hand around my neck and tilted my head up. He looked me in the eye and said, "Remember me, angel? I've been looking forward to this all night. You and I are going make beautiful music together."

John pulled my lips to his and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I remembered the sour taste of cigarettes and beer from earlier. He didn't waste any time before he wrapped his hands around my rolled-up bottoms and pushed them down my thighs.

My hips jerked when his rough finger slid up my slit and hit my clit. I watched the clock as he spent a minute of his allotted time rubbing his finger across the sensitive nub making the attached weights jump around. I groaned into his mouth and tried to push him away. I squirmed in his unbreakable grip as his finger slid between my pussy lips and found my wet vagina.

I was expecting him to shove his finger into me, but instead, he knelt and pushed my shorts to the floor. I heard them land with a wet smack. I had the presence of mind to kick them to the back of the stage. The wet rags of cloth were all I had to wear for the next week.

His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, and he pulled me toward his mouth. I squealed as he pressed his tongue into my wet pussy. I stared at the clock. Two minutes were gone. The TV screen next to the clock showed a close-up view of his tongue sliding between my pussy lips. Everyone could see my captive clit begging for attention. My legs began to shake harder when he started licking my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed I wouldn't have an orgasm.

I opened my eyes when he stopped licking. John put his arm around my waist and led me a couple of steps to the pole. He bent me over with my ass toward the audience and placed my hands on the pole at waist height. His boot nudged my feet until my trembling legs were spread apart.

"Hold on tight. I'm taking you for the ride of your life."

I heard him grunt, and one of his boots fell to the floor. The second one followed. I heard a rustle of stiff cloth and the clang of his belt buckle hitting the stage floor. I looked at the clock. Three minutes were gone, and the TV showed my engorged pussy lips glistening between my thighs. He had plenty of time to fuck me. I swore I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of responding.

John wasted more of his precious time tying my hands to the pole with his sweat-stained shirt. My hips twisted around, trying to escape his probing fingers. I groaned when he shoved the tip of his massive finger into my vagina. I heard laughter when I thrust my hips back to capture more of his probing digit. What was wrong with me? I looked at the clock and saw that four minutes had gone. I prayed he would waste his final minute without fucking me.

I stared at the big TV in disbelief as I saw his massive finger thrusting into my vagina. My pussy was gyrating around his finger as I pushed my hips back to encourage him to go deeper. Every twist of my hips made the weights dance. My bare breasts were hanging down and swaying in circles. My body glistened with sweat under the bright stage lights.

John pulled his finger from my wet vagina and parted my pussy lips. He pressed the tip of his cock against the opening of my vagina. I whimpered, "Oh God, please don't."

I squealed as he pushed the tip inside. His big hands grasped my hips, and he thrust hard. His cock felt thicker than the beer bottles.

"Fuck, you're tight!"

He took a deep breath and thrust again. I screamed, and tears filled my eyes.

"Please, please, please stop. I can't. I can't. Please no. Ah, ah, ah ..."

I felt his fingers fumbling around my slit. I screamed again when he grasped the strings around my clit. He jerked on them a couple of times before thrusting again. My body was trembling as John shook my clit and jammed his fat cock into me over and over. I thought I was going to pass out. I felt his pubic hair brush against my bare pussy, and he waited for me to adjust to his thick cock. It felt monstrous. I was scared he would rip my pussy apart.

I felt something warm on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw the cameraman lying below me. A spotlight on the camera shined on my sex. I looked up in horror at the TV screen as John slid his glistening cock slowly out of my pussy. He rolled my clit between his fingertips while he pulled most of his cock out of my engorged pussy. Maybe it was the camera angle, but his cock looked as huge as it felt. I shrieked as he thrust back into me. My breasts shook from the jolt, and my eyes flew open in shock.

I checked the clock and saw that John had gone way past his time. It had been nearly seven minutes.

"John, please stop. You're done. Your time is up."

"What? No way. I just got started."

John looked at Carmen and said, "How much time do I have left?"

Carmen laughed, "Sorry, I was so engrossed, I wasn't paying attention to the time. I doubt she's right. Women are terrible at keeping track of time. They're always late."

Carmen held the mic to his mouth and addressed the crowd, "Was anyone watching the time?"

I heard the crowd laugh.

Carmen said, "Do you want to watch John finish fucking the Ice Princess?"

The crowd yelled their approval. Someone shouted over the din, "Yes, fuck yes. Don't stop now. The Ice Princess has been teasing us for years. Fuck the bottle slut. Rip up her cunt."

Carmen said, "Well, it's only fair if everybody gives her a good tip for going beyond the call of duty. What do you say every table tosses in twenty bucks? I want to see a pile of cash on the stage before I let John continue."

Men stumbled over each other to add their contribution to the pile. I prayed that John would lose his erection while we waited. He must have read my mind because he occasionally slid his cock slowly in and out. His fingers continued stroking my clit. My breathing became more labored as I struggled against my growing arousal. My toes curled in my pole dancing shoes, and my bound hands gripped the pole hard. My body twisted in his firm grasp, and I orgasmed hard around his cock. An animal roar from the crowd met my screams.

Carmen said, "We've got a big enough tip, now. John, you can go for it."

John didn't wait for me to recover. He began thrusting hard. His crotch was slapping against my ass with a wet smack. His fingers flew over my clit, and I lost it. I humped my ass against his plunging cock, and my dangling breasts shook with each pounding thrust. Sweat dripped from my nipples and flew from the tips of my red hair.

The whole room heard me on the loudspeakers screaming, "Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I thought John was cumming when he clutched my body tight with his cock buried deep. His fingers continued strumming my clit, and I orgasmed again. I was wrong about John cumming. He was just pacing himself and had paused with the fat head of his cock pressed against my cervix. After I finished my orgasm, he began pounding my pussy harder. I heard the crowd yelling out bets about how long John could last.

With my eyes closed, I lost track of time. My body began uncontrollably shaking as John continued to fuck me. I would have collapsed on the floor, except my hands were bound to the pole. My assailant's strong hands worked my pussy against his cock. At some point, he couldn't prolong it anymore, and his pace increased. I heard myself screaming incoherently as his fingers rubbed across my clit. I prayed he would cum soon. I had lost control of my body, and I was afraid I was going to faint. God knows what the crowd would do to me if I passed out.

I was taken by surprise when John came. He had just driven me to another orgasm. My vagina spasmed around his erection, and that pushed him over the edge. I heard him grunt. His body shook over and over as he shot his warm sperm deep into my core. He rested on my sweaty back. His chest was heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. My breathing was equally labored. My nostrils flared at the pungent odor of sweat and sex. I heard cheering as someone collected their bet on how long the big man would last. It was nearly thirty-two minutes since he began.

John's cock slid out of my distended pussy, and he let go of my hips. I fell to my knees and panted for breath with my hands still bound above my head. Carmen didn't give me time to recover before he jerked me to my feet. The bastard pushed the knot up the pole until I was standing on the toes of my shoes. He turned me around and leaned me against the pole. I saw my glistening body on the big TV. My chest was heaving as I gasped for breath. Massive amounts of John's sperm were running down my trembling legs. Carmen wrapped his arm around my back and cupped my breast.

Carmen took the mic and said, "Can we have a round of applause for the Ice Princess?"

After the crowd had stopped cheering, Carmen said, "It's almost closing time, but I think we can fit in one last pole dance by Tiffany.

I turned my head to protest to Carmen, "I'm so exhausted, I don't think I can stand. Besides, I'm too wet to climb the pole."

"Don't give me any fucking lip about being too tired unless you don't want your tips. I gave you enough speed to keep an elephant awake a week. I don't care if you climb the fucking pole. Just spin around it, shake your tits, flash your pussy, and for God's sake, smile."