Groomed to Depravity Ch. 05

It was the penultimate weekend before the end of term. I had my exams in the next few days, but I didn't get to spend any time preparing this weekend. Instead, Mohamed took me to the city again. It was our fourth such trip. The itinerary didn't change much so far. We arrived Friday night. Saturday was for shopping, and once the night came, I was once again to be greeted by my "fans". I became quite a sensation over the past month. Last time I had so many visitors in the hotel, Mohamed had to schedule them to come in cohorts.

The morning came and I got myself dressed. I wore a red wig with a white tee and miniskirt, all bought from my last shopping trip. We waited for the bus in the cold December air. I could scarcely feel my bare legs, which only had a pair of fuzzy, high-heeled boots to keep them warm.

We didn't go to the usual shops this time. Before we even got to the subway station, Mohamed told me that we were getting off. It was a string of shops in the middle of nowhere. He put his hand on my ass and walked me to a worn out piercing and tattoo parlour.

We went inside, and a heavyset biker greeted us at the door. He had a long grey beard and sported too many tattoos to count.

"You must be my 10 o'clock." He said. The man gestures to a chair inside, and I followed his directions. Did Mohamed want to get me pierced for earrings?

"Pretty girl, you've got there." He commented to Mohamed, "I've got a bit of yellow fever too."

"Yeah. She really knows how to suck a cock. I brought her down here to get slutted up for tonight."

I sat down trying to ignore the conversation.

The burly man came my way and sat down next to me. He laid out a few items on a tray and began to eye me greedily.

"Let's see them tits, sweetie." He said. I looked down at the two little metal barbell piercings on the tray. I hesitated, I wasn't here for ear piercings. I was here to get my nipples pierced.

"Don't be shy now, your man's going through trouble or getting these for you, you wouldn't want to disappoint him, now do you?" I obeyed and lifted up my shirt.

He put his fingers on my nipples and gently rubbed their tips. Against my will, they began to grow hard.

"A bit flat, aren't you?" I tried to ignore his remarks. "That's alright, I think they look delicious."

The man licked his lips. I looked around and saw no one but Mohamed and him. Was he going to rape me right here? I crossed my legs closed as a reflex. He didn't seem to know I wasn't a real girl either. Wonder how he'd react if he found out.

The biker took out some wipes and cleaned my nipples. He pulled out a needle and placed it along my left nipple.

With a quick motion he pierced it through. I moaned in pain. It was sharp and intense, but over quickly. He detached the needle and screwed on the other end of the barbell.

"Just one more." He said as he stoked the side of my cheek. I wished that Mohamed didn't treat me like his prostitute all the time, even if it were the truth. Whenever men see it, they felt like they had the right to do whatever they wanted to me. Since he didn't mind, then it was allowed.

He lined up the other needle and did the same. I moaned in pain once more. But this time before he took it out, the man wiggled it a little bit inside my nipple. I let out a whimper from the pain, and he laughed.

"Just having some fun." He said as he began to wipe the piercings. I wanted to spit in his face, but god knows what he would do to me. I bet he'd beat me and Mohamed would just stand there and watch. Maybe even film it and post it on his porn account.

He taped them up and told me the cleaning and care procedure. I got out of the chair almost immediately after he finished. I hid myself behind Mohamed as he went up to pay the bill.

"60 pounds huh? Why don't I let you have a go with my Sammy here and we'll call it even?"

I felt a cold sweat pour down my back, was he going to whore me out right here in the store?

"Yeah, she'll suck you off right now. How about it?"

Mohamed pinched my ass, a silent command for me to offer myself to this man. I try to swallow the humiliation of doing this in broad daylight, the thought that anyone might come through the door and see me being used.

I made a slow, hesitant walk to behind the counter. The slow click of my heeled boots gave my approach a sultry touch.

"Sounds good to me." The man replied with a lecherous smile.

I knelt myself underneath the counter and unbuckled his pants. I slid his flaccid cock into my mouth and sucked on it until it got hard. I took it in deep, covering his member with my a thick gag spit. I alternated between the strokes of my hand and my mouth. I've done this so many times now I felt like a pro.

The pleasured groans I hear above me tells me that I'm doing a good job. I dance my tongue on the tip of his cock inside my mouth and I feel him lean back from the intense sensation. The occasional pulse of his dick tells me he's getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"You can be rough with her if you like, I heard Mohamed suggest."

The man inside my mouth takes this as a queue and grips my head in his hands. I steady myself with my hands on his hips and stuck out my tongue as I prepare for what was next. The man began to thrust himself violently into my throat. My gag reflex had gotten better, but still struggled with how deep and forcefully he raped my mouth. Tears began to stream down my eyes as I gagged harder and harder.

I heard a groan and felt him shoot hot cum deep down my throat. I sucked out what cum remained inside his cock and swallowed everything.

I got out from underneath the counter as the man buckled up his pants. I instinctively walked back to Mohamed's side, like a hurt child looking for protection. Why I did that I didn't know, since it was he who forced me into offering myself to this man in the first place.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a small hint of security when he held me to his chest and rubbed my back.

Having done my job, we left without needing to pay. There were very few people on the bus back to the hotel. Mohamed and I had the entire upper deck to ourselves.

"I wish you didn't treat me like a sex toy in public." I said to him. "People see it and think they can do whatever they like to me." There was CCTV in the bus, I didn't think he'd dare to hit me here.

Instead, he stuck his hand up my skirt and squeezed my balls tight. He leaned into me as I whimpered in pain.

"Listen bitch, I treat you how I want to treat you. If you don't like it you can leave. Of course, I might not be able to keep protecting your identity. That pretty friend of yours might still want to associate with you, but who knows what she'll think when she sees those videos of you serving all those men as their sissy rape doll?"

Even as he threatened me, I felt the hairs on my neck raise from the sensation of Mohamed whispering into my ear.

"Speak to me like that again and I'll tear these right off." He said as he crushed my testes in his grip. I let out another suppressed whimper, afraid of what he might do if I made too much noise. "Not that you'll need these anyways."

He loosened his grip on my balls and I felt them shrink back into me for protection. I breathe a sigh of relief as the pain receded, though a dull ache remained. I felt his fingers pinch my tiny cock and roll it in his hand.

"Plus, you like it don't you? You pretend it bothers you, but deep down you like what I make you do. You get off on it, you want more of it." He said as began to nibble on ear. I couldn't help but ooze presume and felt myself getting hard from his touch.

I nearly came but the bus had arrived at our stop. Mohamed hauled me up and we left the vehicle. As I walked past the driver I was desperately trying to hide the erection beneath my skirt.

We came back into the hotel room and I felt unbearably aroused. As much as it embarrassed me to admit, I couldn't get the thought of how good it would feel to get fucked right at that moment out of my head.

The hotel room phone rang and Mohamed answered.

"Alright, I'll meet you in the lobby." He said and hung up.

"Your first 'fan' has arrived." Without another word he left the room. I didn't even have time to object to how early we were starting this weekend. In the past he'd wait at least until sundown before whoring me out. It was barely past noon.

Mohamed came in with a tall young man. He looked like he was in his late 20s. He paid Mohamed and came inside the bedroom. I licked my lips invitingly as I spread myself on all fours on the bed. After my first couple weekends, some of the "fans" complained I didn't seem too into it. Mohamed asked that I acted more seductively, and in exchange he would filter out the brutes. Judging from the mild demeanour of this first one, he was holding up his end of the bargain.

The young man got naked and revealed his long erect cock. His length matched his height, and I felt a bit nervous at how that foot long dick would feel inside me. I crawled up to him and took his cock in my mouth. I alternated between taking him deep inside and stroking him fast while lapping up the tip with my tongue. He was gentler than most so I wanted to make him last. Just as I felt his cock pulse, I would slow down, sometimes withdrawing him fully to take a breather. I could tell he wasn't a huge fan of this as every time I stopped I could see his hand raised up, as if wanting to slap me.

"You can do it you know," I heard Mohamed say. Like many of my other encounters, he'd been filming this for public consumption later.

"Tell him Sammy, I can tell you know what he wants."

I swallowed. This was humiliating, I didn't want him to hit me. For him to do it was one thing, but this was me asking for it.

I looked at Mohamed and saw that he already took out his cellphone to film this.

"You can hit me if you want," I said looking up at the shy man.

He seemed to relax a little. And then.

SLAP. He struck me hard across the face. As if something had been uncaged within him, he took on a whole new energy. The man now forcefully grabbed my head and shoved his cock inside me. His foot long cock choked me hard. I had lost control, tears flowed down my eyes as I gagged and struggled for air. He would briefly release me only to strike me left and right across my face, before impaling my throat once more.

My ears grew hot and stung from the hard strikes. Soon he stopped fucking me altogether and just struck me repeatedly across the face. Desperate to make this end, I feebly grabbed hold of his cock with my left hand, stroking it in the hopes of making him cum.

He pushed me away onto my back and got on top of me. His hands squeezed my newly pierced nipples and I let out a pained scream.

"Shut up!" He yelled, now choking my neck with his hands as he penetrated me with his cock. He fucked me deep and fast, giving more pain than pleasure. I tried to peel his hands away from my neck, but couldn't overpower him.

I started to feel his cock pulse inside, and he quickened his pace. His hands squeezed harder into my neck, taking away my ability to breathe. I wanted to tell him to stop, but all I could manage was some strangled choking noises. A wash of relief came over me as I felt him cum hard into my ass.

As the man orgasmed, he released my neck. His long hard cock pulled out and left a gape in my anus. Cum leaked out of me as the man got up and walked away.

I started to shake and cry, never feeling so violated in my life.

"Don't be so dramatic." Said Mohamed as he came up to me and softly stroked my tiny, flaccid cock. He fingered the precum coming out the tip. "You can pretend all you want, but this tells me you liked it."

"Please, just take me home." I begged.

"We can't do that, there's already someone waiting outside."

"I'll do anything you want, please just no more today."

He smiled. "Fine, but from now on you do whatever I ask of you, when I ask for it."

"Yes Daddy, I'll do anything, please just take me away from here."

Mohamed sent the waiting man home. He cancelled with the other visitors, and we headed back. The whole bus ride, I worried about what he would ask me to do in exchange.