Dual Deception

My two weeks with Sam had almost finished. Sam was going to head back to the rig the next morning. It had been two weeks of sweet loving but my pussy was getting itchy for some rough sex with Jamal. It was strange how after a while sweet loving from Sam became routine and my mind began to think about Jamal. Sex with Jamal was not sweet loving. No sex with him was like being tied to the nose of a plane that was about to crash. He was not concerned if I had an orgasm. He did not care about whether I was enjoying sex. No, Jamal's idea of sex was pure, unadulterated fucking. Banging my ass till I passed out. It was done when he said it was done and that was usually after he had had multiple orgasms deep inside me. I found it completely intoxicating.

The feeling of a man taking total control was so fucking exciting, I got wet just thinking about it. Knowing that I would be his sex toy in less than 24 hours had my pussy wet. Sure, I would have sweet love with Sam in the morning but the thought of spending the next two weeks being fucked like a common whore made my whole-body tingle.

Around noon on Saturday, Sam got a phone call. It seemed to really get to him. He walked out of the house and continued the call outside. Once he was off the phone, he looked at the screen for what seemed like an hour, then texted for another hour. When I went outside to check on him, he sternly told me to go inside and leave him alone. He was actually mean, which was not like him at all. When he finally came back into the house, I asked him what was wrong. He said that the rig called and there was a serious problem. He said that the boat might not leave tomorrow and he may be delayed leaving. Fuck, I thought. Jamal will be expecting me, this could get dicey. I asked him if the crew on board now was coming back tomorrow. He said he had no idea.

The rest of the night he was very quiet and not nearly as loving. He kept looking at his phone and texting. I decided to let me deal with his work issues and went to bed. I awoke the next morning alone in bed. I got up and made my way to the living room. Sam was awake and sitting where I had left him the night before. I asked him if he went to bed. He said he could not sleep and spent the whole night "thinking."

I went to him and sat on his lap and gave him a kiss. I asked him if we could make love just in case he actually did leave today. He closed his eyes, and said, "I want to try something different with you that we have not tried. My heart fluttered a bit. Sam was not adventurous in bed and something new sounded fun. I agreed instantly to play his little game.

Sam asked me to get undressed. He left the room and came back with some rope. When I saw it, I nearly shit myself. I could not believe he was going to be that kinky. He picked up his phone, texted someone then waited. The phone buzzed and he smiled for the first time in 24 hours. I asked, "good news?" He responded with, "the best news I have had all day."

Sam laid me on the couch and tied my wrists together, then tied my ankles together also. Hmmm, this was getting interesting. He then pulled them all together and hog tied me up like a cow at a rodeo. What the fuck is he up to, I thought, but I played along. I started to ask him what he was doing and he told me to be quiet. I kept speaking and he looked at me sternly, then took off his dirty sweat sock and balled it up and stuffed it in my mouth. It tasted like old stinky feet; it made me gag. Fuck, if he thought this was sexy, he had another thing coming. I tried to talk but nothing came out that made sense.

Sam stood by the front window and ignored me. Suddenly I heard car doors. Then someone banged very hard on the front door. Sam opened it and said, "hey Jamal." Then I heard Jamal reply, "hey Sam, everything ok?" Sam replied yes. My heart stopped. Literally stopped. A second later Jamal and Sam and three of Jamal's work buddies were standing over me by the couch. Jamal got down and grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes. He told me that he had showed one of our sex videos to a buddy on the rig. His friend said that the girl in the video was living at Sam's and that Sam was fucking her too. To my surprise, they had both worked the same shift for years, so they knew each other. Jamal said he texted Sam and sent him the sex video, then Sam sent his video back.

Jamal told me I was one dumb bitch. He said he had warned me about cheating and if I did, there would be consequences. I tried to speak but Sam's filthy sock made it impossible. Jamal stood up and asked Sam if he was done with me and Sam said yes. Sam told Jamal that I was his now and he did not care what he did with me. I tried to scream but nothing happened. My whole body began to shake. Sam took a pillowcase and shoved it over my head, totally blinding me. Jamal told his buddies to put me in the truck. His friends picked me up like a side of meat and threw me on the floor of the backseat of his double cab pick-up. I twisted my body back and forth in an effort to get untied. One of Jamal's friends kicked me, then put his dirty boot on my head to keep me on the floor and in control.

Fuck, Jamal is going to kill me. He brought his friends along to dig the hole to bury me in. I had really fucked up. I began to sob uncontrollably but no one cared. One of the guys in the back with me started sticking his fingers in my pussy and teasing me about how many cocks had been in me. He then slapped my ass and told me to stop crying, everything would be over soon. My heart stopped again. I knew how I was going to die. Jamal was going to put me in his boat and take me out onto the lake and throw me in. My life flashed before my eyes. The truck stopped and the doors opened.

Jamal's friends roughly pulled me out of the truck and carried me to what I thought would be his boat. Instead of hearing water I heard the ding of a bell. My captors untied my arms and legs but held them so tightly I could not move. They flung me onto what felt like a chair and tied my wrists to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs. Suddenly there was a bright light, with intense heat. Someone pulled off the pillowcase. The light was so bright it was blinding. Someone pulled the dirty sock from my mouth and shoved some pills down my throat. I gagged and coughed. Someone poured water into my mouth then held it shut and told me to swallow. I could not breathe, I was choaking, I swallowed but nearly threw up. The pillowcase immediately returned. Minutes passed. I could hear talking but could not make out anything. Then I began to feel woozy, then very sleepy. Soon I was totally out, dead asleep.

I came too slowly. The first thing I remember was buzzing, constant buzzing. Next came pain, intense pain, all over my body. It felt like I had been burned. I tried to scream but could not. Someone had put a ball gag in my mouth. Whatever they were doing to me was sheer torture. Tears poured from my eyes. I just wanted it to stop. The buzzing stopped. I heard someone say, "I'm done." There was a moment of silence followed by intense laughter. I could hear them high fiving each other. Then I heard Jamal say, "well she wont cheat on anyone anymore." Laughter once again filled the room. Then suddenly, someone pulled off the pillowcase.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Jamal put his face close to mine and told me that he wanted to kill me but instead he decided to make my life miserable, then spit in my face. As he pulled away, he told me to look at his handywork. I looked down at my chest to find that I had a tattoo across my chest that said, "Warning: I am a cheating slut. Do not trust me." I then looked further down and screamed in horror. I nearly crawled out of my skin. I was covered in cockroaches. They had tattooed cockroaches all over my belly and all the way down to my pussy. There was some crawling out of my belly button and a couple that looked like they were coming out of my pussy. It was so fucking disgusting. Then I looked closer. They had actually tattooed nasty sores all around my pussy. It looked like I had some terrible STD. Some of the cockroaches were even eating at the sores. It was so fucking gross.

I screamed in horror. They all laughed hysterically at me. One of Jamal's buddies said go look in the mirror and look at your back. I bolted to the mirror and turned to look at my back. Fuck! They had tattooed the same puss filled sore all over my butt and down to my asshole. There were also cockroaches crawling out my asshole. On my lower back they had tattooed, "This ass is nasty." I collapsed to the floor and screamed bloody murder. They had marked me for life. No one would want to get near me ever again. I looked like some nasty homeless crack whore. My body was ruined. I completely lost it. I threw up all over the floor.

I lay there in my vomit, naked, branded, and cold on the floor. Jamal told his buddies to pick me up and bring me to the truck. They did. This time there was no need to tie me up, I had lost my will to live. They tossed me on the floor of the truck. We drove for about ten minutes before the truck came to a stop. The boys jumped out and dragged me out of the truck and threw me on the sidewalk. Jamal got down and grabbed my chin and told me that he was leaving me there on the sidewalk. It was the nasty part of town. The place where the whores walked the streets. The area where all the drug dealers did their trade. He told me that this was where I belonged, with all the other nasty whores and sluts. Jamal got up and then he and his buddies got in the truck and drove away. I laid there sobbing for hours until a man scooped me up and brought me to his apartment. He cleaned me up. I told him what had happened and how stupid I was. How I had ruined my life forever. He hugged me and told me he would take care of me. He had work for me. He would be my boss.

I work for Henry now. He watches over me. I have my corner. He says I am a good earner because I have a regular clientele. I do not make as much as the other girls because when men see my tattoos they freak out. I mostly give blowjobs and hand jobs, so I must work harder to make the same money as the other girls. Occasionally, if it is really dark, a client will fuck me. When I finish, I often cry softly remembering the life I destroyed. I am a stupid bitch.