Jillian: Taken By The Neighbor Ch. 02

Slave. That's what I'd become. I awoke from a wonderful dream only to be snapped back to reality. "Fuck," I remembered. I was nothing more than Sam's sex slave now. It was time for my morning ritual. I labored out of bed. I could barely move. Everything on me was sore. My ass and tits were screaming. They were purple with bruises. I slowed as I passed the mirror. On other occasions I'd taken pride in how I got them. This time though, they were Sam's. The bruises, the welts, my tits, my ass, they all belonged to him now.

I brushed my teeth quickly, even though part of me knew he didn't deserve it. I took a deep breath. I threw on my shorts and a tight top and hustled out the door. Three minutes. That's all it was from the time I brushed my teeth and dressed before I was on my knees sucking his cock again. It was like this every morning. He got his blowjob before he left for work. After he filled my mouth with his cum he made me let it pour out of my mouth and down my chin. Then, he always made me stay there, on my knees, facing the glass screen door while he finished up getting ready for work. He wanted to display his cocksucking slut.

It was no real comfort, but I did know that the only two houses with a clear view of me there would be Darla's and Bob's. Both of them had seen me in action before, it wasn't them I was worried about. I was more worried about some of my older neighbors who might be out on their walks. It didn't matter though, I was going to be displayed whether I wanted to or not.

Sam only gave me one day after the poker party to rest my pussy. He was back to filling it in the evenings. Like he said about himself, he was an opportunist. He was not going to waste any opportunity to fill his slut. Thankfully, he let my ass recover from the fucking at the party. He did not, however, stop his abuse of it completely. There wasn't a time he was fucking my pussy he didn't use his hand or my belt on the sore skin of my backside. He told me he didn't care that he was putting black and blue marks on top of black and blue marks. He was proud at how I wore them and how I accepted the lashings. I really hated him but I just can't control the fact that his rough use was what I needed to get me off.

I'd always been able to walk away from prior such use. Darla had always made sure of it. Now, even as this use made my pussy ache, the dread of him wearing me out and destroying the life I had tormented me. He didn't mention any new plans of using me. I was hoping I got lucky and all this talk of giving me away, selling videos of me would somehow miraculously disappear.

It was the middle of the week and I was on my knees fellating him when he mentioned haphazardly that he should take some pictures and videos of my bruising before it goes away.

"Fuck," I thought. It snapped me out of the fantasy that he'd changed his mind about the other uses of me he had planned.

"Pictures of this bruised cunt might be good on the internet site Ray is getting going. He said he's all but done setting it up. He has the original video of you washing my car and being used as well as the one from the poker party," he mused as if talking to himself. He didn't even look at me.

Cunt, I was just his slave, his toy. He had no regards for me as a person now. Still, he had so much on me now in terms of blackmail that I just did as he commanded and posed, showing off his brutal handiwork to the camera, with a smile.

Thursday, at work, I got a call from Sam. I was right in front of my bosses in a meeting. I knew I'd better not disappoint him though so I stepped back into a corner and took the call. He told me I had a task at lunch. He asked me what I was wearing and I told him in the softest whisper I could. He said he left the video camera in my car and that I needed to record it all for the website. He urged sternly that I was not to disappoint. This was a long time business contact of his. My bosses were giving me the evil eye. When I hung up I just lied and said my mom was having surgery and that she was ok.

Now he was crossing the boundary at work. I wondered if I'd ever have any boundaries left. I saw the irritation in my manager's face.

He knew I only had an hour at lunch. I had to hurry. I had on a flowing dress that went over my knees. I had on a lavender button down blouse. I went to the restroom and removed my panties and my bra as instructed. I rushed out to my car. I drove to the address Sam gave me. It was an office building. I found the suite and walked in. It was a lawyers office. The receptionist asked if she could help me. I read the name on the card Sam gave me.

"Mr. Phillips?" I said with uncertainty.

"Hmm, I didn't know he was expecting anyone," she said with slight disdain. I saw her eyeing me. The silk fabric of the blouse along with the fear and excitement of the danger had my nipples stony. I knew she had to notice. She buzzed him.

"Send her in," came the gruff reply.

The office door opened and I walked past her, she had the hint of a dismissive sneer.

I was met by an older man. He was bald on top with gray hair on his temples. He looked distinguished. He had on a finely tailored suit, complete with suspenders for his pants. He had a crooked smile.

"So what brings you here today, miss?" He said sweetly.

"Oh fuck," I thought, "I hope Sam at least told him what this was all about." I cringed at having to do it.

"Um, Sam sent me?" I squeaked uneasily. I could hear the goings on in the office, right outside our door. This was hardly a private setting.

He laughed. "Well, I knew that. He told me that you would be able to explain it."

That fucker. He wanted the full humiliation. I couldn't linger though, I was due back at work soon.

"Well, perhaps he owes you something..." I began, the attorney's face didn't change in recognition. "Fuck it," I thought. "Well, I don't know the why," I said quickly. "But I'm sure I know the what," I said as I approached him.

Again, he betrayed nothing in his countenance.

"I'm sure I'm here to suck your cock, sir," I blurted out, just to be done with it.

He chuckled. "Damn, Sam just told me you were coming by to sign a contract," He said while my face turned scarlet. "But, he did say that I wouldn't be disappointed, now I know why."

I avoided his gaze. Sam had done it again, humiliated me so effectively. Then suddenly I remembered, "A contract? What contract?"

The attorney handed me a contract. In it, it gave all rights for internet and video endeavors to Sam. I didn't have time for all this, I didn't want to get fired. I signed quickly. What choice did I have, really? I noticed that the contract gave him these rights for a specified date. It was just less than two months from now. I took a little comfort in the fact it didn't just say, "forever," though I doubted that would be legalese enough. He told me to lock the door.

I said, "Sir, about the blowjob, I was just kidding..." I was trying to bullshit my way out of it.

He just beckoned me to him. "Hush, verbal contracts are also binding," he said with a wink.

He made me unbutton the front of my blouse so that he could see my tits. Then, just like every morning I found myself on my knees in front of a man, expected to please. I started to unzip him before I remembered the camera. I took it out of my purse. He balked.

"Miss, I'm an attorney, I can't be videotaped having sex with some slut in my office," he said with some indignation.

Now, I knew this was all some sort of game, Sam no doubt had anticipated all this. I knew I was to bargain.

"I'll only video from your waist down," I said hopefully. "Sam wants this."

Mr. Phillips still didn't look convinced. I had to hurry, my time was running down.

"He mentioned this might go on that website or something," Mr. Phillips said, betraying a prior conversation with Sam.

"Sam wants this," I begged. I really had no time, I looked at the clock, I didn't know how I was going to make it back to work on time.

I improvised. "How about you operate the camera, make it a point of view thing. Just me, on my knees, just showing me sucking your cock? There are a ton of those on the internet," I said hopefully.

That was the answer he was looking for. I took out his cock. I gave him the best head he'd no doubt ever had. He had a nice cock, really. It was nice and hard which surprised me, due to his apparent age. I worked my magic on him and had him ready to blow.

"Don't forget to swallow," he gurgled, lost in ecstasy. I looked up into the camera.

"I won't," I winked. He filled me. I was just a cocksucking slut, first for Sam, now for...well....who knows how many others.

I helped myself up. "Thank you, sir," I said with a smirk.

I started to leave. "Oh," he said. Contract signings are seventy five dollars each."

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, not only did I have to blow him but now I had to pay him for it." I had no time to argue.

"Just give it to my secretary," he smiled.

I walked out to his secretary. I had to look at her superior face as I handed her the money. She had her eyebrow raised. She'd heard it. I knew she did. Through the thin walls I'd heard someone with their ear pressed against the door. She was staring at my chest. In shame I realized I hadn't buttoned up all the way again. My tits were basically spilling out. My face was lit with heat.

"Fuck it, what's done is done," I thought. I hoped I'd never see her again anyway. She handed a receipt to me. As I reached for it I could feel a cool drip work it's way down my cleavage. I knew it was some of his cum. No doubt that's why she was staring. I stepped in the elevator and was facing her. Her eyes were locked on mine. I took my index finger and scooped up the small stream of cum. I put my finger in my mouth. I licked my lips lewdly, tasting him on me. She just curled her lip in disgust as the door closed on me.

I was fifteen minutes late back to work. My manager tapped her watch and voiced her disapproval. I had to be careful, they were very intolerant there. People have been fired for little to no justification.

Later, between when Sam had me tied up to the ceiling spanking my ass and fucking my pussy raw, I told him I couldn't afford to lose my job.

His face, as always, showed his total lack of concern. "Why should I care? You're a whore, probably have a job too good for you anyway. That gives me an idea though, maybe if you lose your job you could go to work stripping for one of our bar owners that Ray and I talked about. This guy owns one really seedy titty bar, you'd be the hottest piece of ass in there. Well, at least until we're done wearing your skank ass out, then you might not be good for much. But until then, it's a job," he said as if he was seriously considering having me do it.

He left me hanging, literally, from the ceiling on my tippy toes as he watched the video of me sucking the attorney. "Ray says this shit is really going to sell, you are one smokin' slut. He said we should put you on web cam too. He'll be over sometime to hook it up in the basement here. He said we need more of the torture type stuff, whippings and such and we can do it on webcam while people pay to watch and suggest things."

I was lost. My world was disintegrating. Even as I sobbed softly I could feel the wetness between my legs at his mention of whippings and torture. I'd come to know myself that way. It was truly what I needed, but not at a price of losing myself. Sam didn't care, he sent me home cum filled again.

He told me he had another task for me on Friday night. He told me I could forego the morning blowjob that next morning. He left me to worry about it until then. The answer came in an email.

"Slut, Ray has so graciously setup a meeting for you with one of our clients..." I read as I could feel my fists clench. "...one of our best clients in fact. You are to meet him at the Wyndham hotel, 7pm sharp." My head slumped. "This guy is important to us, don't you fuck it up," he warned. "I've heard he's really into lingerie. Bring several of your best getups." I cringed at the word several, this was not going to be a quickie, I surmised.

I emailed him back, "What am I supposed to do, exactly?"

He replied instantly, "Whatever the fuck he wants, for as long as he wants, whore! The whole weekend if that's what he wants."

I cried myself to sleep that night but again, for reasons which were becoming so clear I couldn't keep my hands off my sore, stretched pussy.

I was thankful that I didn't have to blow Sam again that morning. To me, it was almost worth it to do someone else just so that he didn't get me that way. He was getting the best and he treated me as if I was nothing. I know its what usually gets me off, but it also just infuriated me.

I met his client in a bar in the hotel. He actually was very nice. I wondered why the hell he had anything to do with Sam, but I realized it was just business. He was in his late forties, early fifties perhaps. He was pudgy, his hair was thinning, but he had a warm smile. Guys like this hit on me all the time. Older guys seem to really dig me. This was just another one, if we were at any bar, any other time, in any other situation, I'd have shot him down like I did hundreds of times before. I was too good for him, at least that's what I used to think. Now, he was going to have me in any way he wished.

He was really chatty as the drinks flowed. He was nervous, it was obvious. After a dinner and some more conversation he asked me, "So, how do we do this?

"Do what?" I asked, though figuring what he was about to say.

"Well," he hesitated, "Sam told me...well...you and I...." he stammered. It was kind of cute, actually, though it was hard not to think of his sweaty body doing god knows what to me at the same time.

I put my hand on his in reassurance. "Sam told you that you and I would have some fun, right?" I said with particular emphasis.

"Yes," he said with an embarrassed grin. "I mean, I've never had a prostitute before so I..."

"I'm not a prostitute," I snapped.

"Oh, oh my, I'm so sorry, I thought Sam said, I mean....oh, I'm so sorry," He said, apologizing profusely.

I said, "It's ok, it's ok" I said, patting his hand.

"But then why would you...with me, like this?" He asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Let's just say Sam and I have an arrangement and leave it at that," I said succinctly.

"So you have sex with his clients, as kind of a business incentive?" He asked.

"Well, you are the first, actually. In no way am I getting paid for this though," I said in honest truth.

"Wow," he said. I could see he took it to mean that I got off on doing it, that it wasn't about the money. It was misinterpretation on his part, but I didn't bother correcting him.

"Come on," I said. I took him by the hand. We walked up to his room. He was a kisser. He made me kiss him for the longest time. He barely put his hands on me until I moved his hands to my tits and then finally to my pussy. I wanted to do it and get it over with, he didn't seem to be the type to go all night so I thought if I could get him off, I might just be able to get out of there.

He brought up the lingerie. My shoulders sank a little. I pretended to be excited about modeling it for him. I put on a pair of frilly pink panties with matching bra. There was a see through top that went with it. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was fucking hot, no doubt. I wondered if a guy like this could appreciate getting something like this just thrown at him. I walked out, he just gawked. I pranced around a bit while he operated the video camera I'd brought. No doubt Sam had clued him in on this ritual.

I let him paw me in this outfit. His thick hands found their way inside the material. My breasts were fondled delicately, my nipples were treated like they were fragile, I wanted to scream, "Pull on those fuckers!" It was driving me crazy.

I went and changed into another outfit. It was devil red. The panties and bra matched the crimson stockings. He really liked that one. He had me pose longer and in various stages of undress until I just had on the panties and the stockings. He slipped his fingers under the material of the panties. He found my pussy hot, wet and ready. I was working myself up just on the thought of being given away. The thought being used as a whore was helping me. I actually couldn't wait to get his cock out.

It was laughable when I did. It was barely four inches and thin as a reed. I had to leave the room under the excuse of using the bathroom, just to keep from laughing in his face. I thought, "Oh my god, I might have to stop by Sam's later just to get some real cock to hush the desire building in my pussy.

I walked out, it was time. I positioned the video camera. I sucked his cock, at least he was hard already. It was very easy to suck, I deep throated him with it barely seeming to hit the back of my throat. He, on the other hand, was going crazy. I could tell he didn't get this kind of treatment much, if ever. I started to actually feel sorry for him. I could feel his excitement build. He stopped me.

His face was red, he was sweating. "I want to cum in your pussy," he panted. "Sam said I would get to fuck you," he said hopefully, as if he had to convince me. I nodded. I felt doggie style would be the best. One, I might actually feel his cock that way, and two, I wouldn't have to look at his soft, flabby, sweaty body as he did it.

It worked well for both of us. He sawed his little dick in and out of my pussy while I lost myself in the thoughts of how I'd been used recently. My hand worked my clit and I was just about to orgasm on the thought of Sam and Ray webcam torturing me in the basement when I was interrupted by the sweaty guy's spasms. He was cumming. I spun around quickly, it was instinctual. I put my mouth over his pencil dick just as he fired his first spurt. I sucked him down like a Hoover. I swear it was an almost steady stream. He must've not cum for the longest time. His cum had no acidic taste to it at all, it was actually quite pleasant. Not that I usually complain about the taste of cum. I've come to enjoy it in it's many tastes.

He thanked me profusely. I hoped it was over. I wanted to masturbate so badly. Unfortunately for me, this guy was one of the sensitive types. He made me stay there all night. I had to sleep with one of his meaty, bear arms holding me tight, like I was his long lost love. I kept running my hand between my legs as he slept. But, each time I managed to start getting myself worked up he'd partially awaken, and I'd have to start over. Finally, I gave up and reluctantly went to sleep.

I spent the next day out with Fred, the sweaty guy. Mostly we went shopping. He took me to Victoria's secret and bought me a number of outfits. I knew it was only to model for him later but I didn't mind, at least I'd get something out of it this time. He videotaped me modeling again and we went through the same routine at night. I sucked him, then he doggie style fucked me. I managed to get off slightly before he came in me. It was hardly enough, but it had to do as I had to sleep under his arm again. Finally, Sunday morning it was over. I sucked him off in the morning then left him with a smile on his face.

I walked by the front desk and the clerk behind the desk called me over. He called me into a small office.

"Ma'am," he said stiffly. "I know you are working this hotel," he began, as if judging my reaction.

I started to deny him when he continued. "Look, we have you on videotape..."

I just shrugged. What was he going to do, have me arrested for having sex with Fred? I knew it was a charade, hell, I didn't even get any money for it.

"What do you want?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Some of this," he said, roughly running his thumb over my pouty lips.