Emily Pt. 03

Running my fingers through my hair I noticed it was now gone eleven - my Dad would be waiting for me outside. I moved to go into the front of the takeaway but Abdullah grabbed my arm.

"See you Thursday, girlie whore." He said evilly.

"No." I said "That's it, no more."

"Oh yes more." He said and waved his phone.

Suddenly I realised what he meant and my insides went cold. He had evidence of my filthy behaviour and I knew a bit of careful editing would make it seem I was more than a willing partner in the whole sordid episode, maybe even the instigator of it. The thought of the humiliation I would suffer if my friends or family saw the video made me shudder.

I turned away, not answering, I couldn't come back here, could I?

Mustafa was waiting for me in the front and thrust a thick envelope into my hand. I looked down at it - was that what my virginity was worth - a couple of hundred quid? Had I really sold my innocence for such a small sum? I almost gave it back to him but then I saw headlights flash and I realised my Dad must be getting impatient.

I walked out to the car and quickly got in. I had to suppress a yelp as I sat down and I realised how sore my pussy was. Dad looked at me.

"What a mess you are. Must have worked you hard tonight, eh?"

"Yes, they did." I replied. Little did he know how hard.

Once I got home I had a shower and paid particular attention to my poor abused pussy. It was a sticky, stretched and sore mess. Finally, exhausted, I climbed into bed and tried to sleep but it wouldn't come. The night's events just played over and over. They had used me in the basest way, and what was worse was that I had been a reluctant but ultimately willing partner in my own degradation. Was I someone who enjoyed being treated in such a humiliating way, like nothing more than a thing for men to use and discard? I tried my best to say no, that somehow I had been forced or even tricked into doing it but I couldn't fool myself - I had enjoyed being treated like that and enjoyed it a lot.

I stayed awake for hours until I eventually gave in and let my hand move down between my legs and, very gently, touch my sore and well used pussy, until, fantasising about what Mustafa and Abdullah had done to me, I came again. My last thought before falling asleep was I that really needed to go on the pill.