Snow Bunny Blacked And Bred Ch 05 1

Charlotte's Journal -- Wednesday, August 28th 2024, 3 am

Most cities in the world have quieter moments, usually overnight when most people are sleeping, fucking or working. Who wants to be out of doors at three in the morning when only the saddest, loneliest or worst of humanity are prowling around?

I've modelled and even lived in some major cities and even those, London for example, Paris, and Miami, have quieter moments in the dead of night. New York, and LA are always vibrant, and so is Amsterdam. With 24-hour clubs and cafés, the train runs at a reduced overnight service, but still, you can travel for free. And it was one of those free trains that I was ushered onto with Harry and the couple of the others with us.

"No, don't sit," Harry whispered when I moved to a seat. "And open the coat, let's see what people are willing to pay for you Lottie, a taster we'll call it..."

I had been dragged into Db's bed and used again, with him choosing my ass over my pussy. He'd refused to join us on this little expedition, saying that he wanted to be fresh for tomorrow.

I didn't ask what he meant about tomorrow.

I'd only been awake twenty minutes before I was woken and taken naked, wearing only the pink overcoat again, out into the streets of the city, and onto the train. The train car, this one especially, was half filled with people. Drunks, guys who looked high and strung out and then the silent watchers who probably ride the train all day just looking for a victim.

Earlier in the evening, after Harry had ordered the kitchen table cleared, he ordered me to lay flat across it and then, with my hands and ankles held down, he grabbed one of the eating knives from dinner and flipped it, wrapping a cloth around the blade, then he fucked me with the handle.

"You think you've earned an orgasm, Lottie. You think just because you've sucked cock like a pro and had your ass fucked, that you deserve it? Oh, little Snow Bunny, you're so wrong."

Over and over, he brought me right to the edge, before stealing my climax back...

It was a delicate game of power, and he revelled in the control he wielded over my body and my desires. Each time I felt the tension peak, it was as if he were teasing the essence of my being, drawing out every sensation to an unbearable intensity.

I cried tears in my desperation, begging him for release. My body ached with the anticipation he crafted so expertly, igniting a despairing need within me that only deepened with every skilled caress.

Just when I thought he was about to let me release, he would growl in my ear, reminding me of my submission, making me crave his approval as much as the release he so expertly denied.

"Do you really feel that you deserve an orgasm, Lottie?" He tormented me. Oh sweet little Snow Bunny, you could not be more mistaken in your thinking.

He kept pushing me closer and closer to the very edge of pleasure, skilfully bringing me right up to the edge of that electrifying moment of release that I had been craving more than anything else.

Again and again, just when I thought I was on the verge of crossing that line into pure bliss and complete satisfaction, he would pull back and take that anticipated climax away from me. The way he toyed with my emotions and desires left me in a state of frustrated confusion.

And now, in the early hours on the Amsterdam public rail network, as I opened the coat, tugging the belt free before pulling the edges wide, I felt again the thing he's used on me where it had bruised and used my body.

"Fuck..." A slurred voice barked, "Your slut is fine looking, is she available? How much?"

Harry laughed and suggested a price. The slob of a man eagerly agreed, and as money was exchanged, the guy now visibly shaking, Harry moved to me.

"You give him the fuck he's paying for, even let him cum inside you but if you orgasm, there'll be consequences. Am I clear?"

I nodded, and with everyone watching, no one cares about what they see on the overnight train, I was forced to my hands and knees. The guy, who'd paid a lot for me, growled as he poured his filthy seed into me, his fingers digging into my hips, my waist. I cried out, making the right sounds, like Harry said.

And when it was over, and I was struggling back into a seat, Harry was at me again. "No, Snow Bunny, leave it open..."

As a group, we left the train when it stopped and, of course, I tried to cover myself, but to no avail.

"Now go and sell your cunt to the highest bidder." Came the snarling order.

TBC