Cursed Ch. 08

I hadn't had any experience drinking hard liquor straight before tonight and was surprised at how rich and smooth the whiskey was. I felt a warm glow burn its way down my throat into my empty stomach. I hadn't eaten in hours, but more than anything, I was thirsty.

While the men were chatting, I walked over to the bar and filled a glass with ice cubes and tap water. I was gulping down the second tall glass of water when I heard Carmen laugh.

"I think it's time for some entertainment from mia puttana carina while we wait for our dear police chief."

There was a slow romantic song playing in the background that I liked for pole dancing. Of course, the large party room had a stage with a pole in one corner. There was a nylon rope looped over a pulley on the ceiling above the edge of the stage. The corner on the other side of the bar held a small bed. The bedframe had metal rings on all four posts. I was terrified of being restrained. I decided to take control and quickly made a suggestion.

"Would you like me to dance on the stage?"

Carmen said, "Maybe later, puttana. My guests have their special requests first. Each of these gentlemen has a unique fetish. It's best for everyone if Evan goes last. I think it's only fair if Michael and Greg cut to see who goes first."

My plump boss shuffled a deck of cards and placed it in front of Michael. He cut the deck and turned over a Jack. Greg beat him with a king.

Carmen said, "I assume you want your customary lap dance?"

"Oh hell, yes. I watched the Ice Princess dancing all night in the club, and my cock is aching for some action."

Greg stood up and began removing his necktie. He stripped down to his birthday suit and hung his clothes on the hooks by the door. I'd never seen anyone covered by such a thick coat of black hair covering every bit of his arms, legs, and torso front and back. He had a scraggly bush of pubic hair with a fat pink mushroom growing in the center. I felt nauseous watching his erection expand now that it was freed. I preferred clean-shaven men.

I knew Greg wanted more than a lap dance, but I was powerless to protest. Carmen would punish me if I refused to have sex with the hairy gorilla. My fat boss kept reminding me that I was his pretty little prostitute, but even worse, I was a dirty slut who had enjoyed herself tonight. I tried telling myself it was the drugs, but a wanton harlot had been awakened in me in the last week, and it frightened me.

When I'd fetched the whiskey, I'd noticed an iPad on the wall that controlled the music. I selected a song by Rihanna with a hard-driving beat, hoping to get him off fast.

Greg pulled his chair back from the table. He sat down and beckoned me while his friends looked on and offered encouragement. I took a deep breath before walking over to him and straddling his hips. I put my hands on his broad hairy shoulders and began grinding my bare wet pussy on his still growing erection. Rihanna sang the chorus.

"Come here rude boy, boy

Can you get it up?

Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough?"

Greg's wiry pubic hair scraped across my clit, and I inhaled sharply. The hairy man smelled like an animal that had been caged at the zoo without being cleaned for ages. I nearly gagged when he pulled my lips to his and drove his tongue into my mouth. His mouth tasted of cigars and whiskey.

The mayor was like an octopus. His big hairy hands mauled my breasts for a moment. He twisted and pulled on my sore nipples before clutching my wet ass cheeks. I squealed into his mouth when he drove a couple of thick fingers into my anus. I ground my tender pussy harder against his steel-hard erection, praying he would cum soon.

Greg lifted my ass and hissed, "Put it in, angel."

I didn't hesitate for a second. I reached down and steered Greg's fat cock to the opening of my hungry vagina. As soon as I lined us up, Greg grabbed my hips and impaled me. I screamed like a cat in heat as his cock bottomed out deep in my wet pussy. I set my feet on the rungs of the chair and began bucking on his cock to the driving beat. The mayor grabbed my bouncing breasts and began mauling them. I used one hand on his shoulder to steady myself and shoved the other down my sweaty abdomen. I found my clit and rubbed hard.

I bounced faster, and after a couple of minutes of frantic fucking, I screamed like a banshee as I came hard. "Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!"

A moment later, Greg yelled as he surrendered to my vagina, squeezing his fat hard cock. "Oh, God damn! What a sweet pussy. The bitch is milking my cock hard."

I felt Greg shoot his warm seed deep in my fertile womb. His hands clutching my hips held his cock deep as he sprayed my cervix with what felt like a gallon of cum. I prayed the birth control pills I had just begun taking would protect me. My nostrils flared as I inhaled the fetid odor of his overheated body. I collapsed, shuddering in his arms. Give me a little ecstasy, and I could fuck a Neanderthal.

I managed to rest a moment while we both caught our breath. I shuddered when Greg's cock finally slithered out of my pussy. He roughly pushed me off his lap, and I fell to the floor in a heap between his widespread thighs. He grabbed my braid and tilted my head back.

"Clean my dick, princess. Suck it hard, and I'll take you for another ride."

His cock tasted almost as bad as he smelled. I tried not to gag as I licked cum mixed with my nectar from his flaccid cock. After several minutes of licking and hard sucking, his cock was still soft.

Michael got tired of waiting for his turn. "Hey man, give it a rest. You're not a teenager anymore. You can have another go after Evan and me. We've got all night."

Greg was annoyed, but he gave in to the logic of Michael's statement. He shoved me off of his still soft member with his foot on my shoulder.

"Fine! Take the whore. The fucking bitch has no idea how to suck a cock. All she's doing is making it sore."

I crawled to my knees and looked up at my next partner. Michael was a big muscular middle-aged man, and he was stark naked. He and Evan had taken off their clothes while I was riding Greg. Both men displayed impressive erections. The DA's was longer, but the skinny judge's cock was surprisingly fatter and heavily veined.

Michael threw back a glass of whiskey and rose to his feet. Fortunately, he wasn't interested in getting me any drunker. Unfortunately, he was more interested in the contents of a drawer labeled 'Sam.' I watched him pull out a cigar box. Inside was a small mirror and a bag of white powder. He used a razor blade to make four lines of coke on the mirror.

Michael talked while he cut the fat lines, "One of the benefits of being the police chief is having access to primo nose candy seized from assholes too dumb to bribe a cop. Sam said to help ourselves if he wasn't here for our monthly game. This snow has barely been cut, and there's plenty to go around."

Michael paused to snort a couple of lines with a hundred-dollar bill rolled to make an expensive straw.

"Little lady, I saved a couple of lines for you."

"Thanks, I'm good."

Michael was one of those guys who doesn't take no for an answer. He scooped up some of the white powder with his rolled-up bill. He grabbed my braid and tilted my head back. When I stopped struggling, the DA put the bill in my nose and blew. He repeated the process with my other nostril. I leaned against his chest as my heart began to pound. I felt like I was on a roller coaster speeding down into a dark abyss. I held on to his muscular arms for dear life. After a few minutes, I began to feel invincible.

While I was enjoying the rush, Michael changed the music to 'I want to fuck you like an animal' by Nine Inch Nails. He pulled me to my feet before bending me over his chair. I grabbed the armrests and tried to stand, but a heavy hand on my neck held me down. My protests turned to incoherent babbling when he drove a thick finger coated with grease into my anus. My body began shaking as he ground his finger around in my ass. I gasped for breath when he pulled it out. More lubricant dripped onto my butt crack, and I squealed when the bastard shoved a couple of fingers into my ass.

I'd always thought anal sex was disgusting, and now Michael was going to fuck my ass in front of an audience. My protests were met with laughter, and soon, his long skinny cock slid deep into my bowels. My hands gripped the armrests tightly as he ground his hips against my ass.

I wailed when he slowly pulled it out inch by inch before jamming it back in a rush. My cries began coming in bursts as he set up a steady rhythm. The chair squeaked on the floor with every hard lunge. My breasts swung back and forth painfully until Michael grabbed them and began stripping them like cow udders swollen with milk. My howls increased as he mauled my breasts.

He kept pile-driving his cock into my ass for what felt like an eternity. I only found pleasure when he let go of one breast and slid his hand down to my clit. After a moment, my cries turned to mews of joy. I began wildly bucking my hips. The wet slaps of our bodies banging together followed the pounding beat of the music.

I screamed at the bastard plundering the depths of my ass. "Come on, you shit-loving bastard. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass harder."

I screamed again when I began cumming. Michael ignored my jerking body and kept up his hard pounding. His hand continued strumming my clit, and a couple of minutes later, I was surprised when I came again with such intensity that I felt faint. My body had betrayed me. Somehow, it was aroused by the disgusting act of sodomy. I came again and again, but the cock in my ass kept pumping into my bowels. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I was so tired.

"Oh, God, please cum. Please, for the love of God, please, please finish."

I was desperate to get him to come, but nothing worked. I tried to squeeze his cock, but he must not have felt anything. The bastard just kept fucking my ass. When both of his hands went back to milking my sore tits, I reached between my legs and massaged his balls. I heard him bellow as I squeezed hard. I felt Michael's warm cum squirting deep in my bowels.

When his cock finally slithered out of my ass, he let go of my hips, and I fell weeping to the floor. My sweaty body was quivering, and all I was conscious of was the emptiness in my anus. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would lose consciousness. Maybe then they would leave me alone.

I felt someone cleaning my ass with a warm wet towel. I managed a pitiful moan when they rolled me over and cleaned my front. They used a second towel to dry me off. My body was sore and drained of strength. How much more could I take tonight? Oh God, was Evan preparing me for some new abomination? I knew the party was far from over. Greg had promised he'd be back for seconds, and I doubted the other two guests would be satisfied with just one fuck.

Someone picked me up and carried me. I didn't open my eyes until I felt something soft tighten around my wrist. I looked up and saw my hand was secured to a rope over my head. I jerked my hand, but the padded wrist binding was securely fastened. Evan raised my free hand and snapped a cuff around my other wrist.

"Wait! Please let me go. I don't do bondage."

Evan laughed. "Do you hear that, Carmen? Your pretty Doll doesn't do bondage. I'll bet that next she'll tell us she doesn't like whips."

Evan worked a lever to tighten the ropes attached to my wrists until I was spinning side to side on the toes of my high heel wedge shoes. I wondered if he really intended to whip me. Was that why Carmen had said, "It's best for everyone if Evan goes last." I imagined the gray-haired man flailing my tender skin from my flesh.

"Oh, God, no. Please, Carmen, tell him that I have to perform tomorrow night for the Japanese managers. They won't be happy if I'm marked."

Evan caressed the side of my torso and slid his hand up to cup my heaving breast. "Relax. I know it's your first time, so I'll go slow and make sure you enjoy it as much as I do."

His bony fingers pinched and pulled on my breasts before he turned to his watching friends and proclaimed, "Damn, these pert beauties are natural. I was sure they were silicon."

Evan turned his attention back to me. He coiled my braid around the top of my head and pinned it in place.

"We don't want your lovely red hair getting in the way when I paint your body. You should know that I'm very excited. You're my first redhead. I'm dying to know how your pale skin will react. I wonder if your pretty freckles will show through."

I stared at him with a blank expression as my body twisted back and forth on my toes. I had no idea what he meant by painting my body?

He opened a drawer labeled 'Evan' and pulled out something that looked like a duster. Hundreds of silk strips were bound to an ornate wooden handle. Each of the long strips ended in a knot. The bits of silk felt very soft when he brushed them against my cheek, around my neck, and across my breasts. My nipples got harder as the silk strips kissed my tender breasts. I whimpered as he continued caressing my bare flesh. He traced a path down my abdomen. I closed my eyes and moaned as hundreds of strands of plush silk grazed my protruding clit. He must have liked my reaction because he lingered on my sensitive nub for ages before he circled my hips and tickled my abused ass. Everywhere he had caressed, my body felt warm.

Evan said, "This is a flail that I reserve for beginners. I've dipped the silk strips in a light capsaicin oil. I find the combination of soft silk and burning peppers provides a nice blend of pleasure with just a hint of pain. Soon enough, you'll be begging me to use a leather whip on you."

I heard a whistling sound from the silk flail as Evan punctuated his lecture with a flick across my bare ass. I'd been spanked as a child, and in comparison, his flail barely tickled. He landed a dozen more across my jiggling ass cheeks before he set the flail aside. I felt a burning sensation that only grew stronger until I began writhing in pain. My body twisted around as I danced around the floor on my toes.

I cried out. "Oh, God, it's burning me. My ass is on fire. Please stop! Oh, God, please stop."

Evan laughed. "The pain is nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure you will experience. Don't worry. The discomfort won't last long once I quit. The flail isn't breaking your tender skin, and the negligible effects of the pepper oil will fade by morning."

I screamed as the pain in my ass continued to grow in intensity. "You sick lying bastard. It burns like hell. Let me go. Please, you have to stop."

"You should be happy that you are in the hands of a master of pain. Tonight, I'm introducing you to a world of pleasure few people ever have the fortune to experience. Consequently, I find your whining tiresome. Your constant screams are hurting my ears. As a result of your bad manners, you leave me no choice except to gag you. You don't have any reason to talk. It's not like I gave you a safe word."

I continued to groan even after he shoved a rubber ball in my mouth and strapped it behind my head. Evan responded to my distress by taking my torture to the next level. He placed a pair of wood blocks on the floor three feet apart and bent down to guide each of my feet to the top of a block. I heard him ratchet my bindings. Once again, I was balanced on my tiptoes but with my legs spread.

"Please be careful. If your feet slip off the blocks, you'll dislocate your shoulders."

The pain in my buttocks had risen to the level where it felt like when I'd gotten a bad sunburn the first time I wore a skimpy two-piece swimsuit.

I watched Evan through tearful eyes. He took a shrink-wrapped package from his drawer. It was labeled in bright capital letters as a 'MAGIC BOOMERANG.' The packaging promised that 'YOU WILL KEEP COMING back to your Boomerang.'

Evan opened the package and removed a 'U' shaped device made of white plastic. The tips of the 'U' ended in elongated eggs that he coated in lubricant. He held the ends close to each other as he worked them into my ass and vagina. The tips sprung apart once inside, and the egg in my pussy pressed against my G-spot. The only part not inside of me was a thin connecting band that crossed my perineum. My body jerked, and I let out a muffled groan when he reached between my thighs and switched on the vibrators.

"Careful. Keep your feet on the blocks."

Evan followed his warning with a dozen swats across each of my jiggling breasts with his damn flail. He peppered my chest and abdomen before returning to my back. He worked his way down my back and legs and paid particular attention to the soft flesh of my inner thighs. However, the bastard seemed to enjoy whipping my ass the most. My screams were blocked by my gag, but I screamed even if no one could hear. Once I started crying, I couldn't stop. The burning pain was unbearable.

Then the bastard struck me between my widespread thighs from behind. A hundred strips of burning silk lashed my engorged labia. A dozen of them landed on my exposed clit. Soon, the pain was so intense that I thought I would pass out. I began praying that I would lose consciousness.

The bastard wasn't done. He flicked the flail between my thighs over and over until I lost count. He left my labia swollen and enflamed. My clit, with its thousands of sensitive nerve endings, felt like it had been dipped in molten lava. If I had a knife and I wasn't bound, I would have happily sliced off my clit.

Evan cursed as he continued to whip the flail across my burning sex. "My fucking wife divorced me and took my house and the kids. The bitch I lifted out of poverty had the nerve to call me a misogynist. Fuck her! I love women. Everyone knows that I love women. I'll show you how much I love women. That selfish cunt is a fucking idiot."

As his rage grew, he lost himself to thrashing my smoldering sex with a vengeance. The vibrator continued its attack on my G-spot, and an unbelievable body-wracking orgasm made me dance on the blocks. I couldn't understand how my body could react to the fiery pain with such intense pleasure.

Evan switched to flogging my breasts, and a couple of minutes later, I had another intense orgasm. Then, I had another. I lost my mind as my body began orgasming almost continuously.

The mixture of burning pain and intense pleasure became permanently associated in my drug-addled brain. Finally, Evan tired. He switched off the vibrators and headed to the bar to pour himself a large whiskey. After the last spasm in my vagina faded, I hung from my bindings in a semi-conscious state.

Evan had painted every inch of my body except for my face, arms, and feet. I burned everywhere the flail had touched. Fiery sweat flowed down my body and burned intimate places untouched by Evan's evil whip. My body twitched in reflexive response to each new pulse of agony. I drifted into a dreamlike state filled with nightmares. Would I ever be able to enjoy regular sex again? I worried that the unbearable pain Evan was inflicting would stop my heart. Who would take care of Amber if I died from Evan's torture?

Evan didn't let me rest. Of course, he didn't. Instead, the evil judge brought me to a new level of agony and euphoria. First, he reached between my legs and switched the boomerang to high. Then he snapped me out of my lethargy by applying his flail to my front with an endless series of upward slashes that unerringly struck my sex. Hundreds of burning silken cords blasted my clit, and the damn boomerang drove me to one orgasm after another. My mind evaporated into a sea of sexual arousal and torment.