Authors Note: Thank you all for the wonderful responses to Becky's story of blackmail and her descent into becoming a slut. For those of you new to this story, Becky is a real woman I met here on Literotica and who asked me to write this fantasy for her. She has worked with me on the creative process the entire way and is absolutely fine with everything that has gone on in the story. We both really appreciate your comments and thoughts, so please keep letting us know what you think - and if you haven't yet chosen to Favorite me as an author, please consider doing that now. And now for the standard disclaimer...
This is a story of forced fantasy and Non consent. All characters are over the age of 18. If NC is not your cup of tea, we will not be hurt if you look for other stories to amuse and entertain you. Thank you, and now on with the story.
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Becky sat in the passenger seat of Charlottes car once more and stared out of the window as they made their way through traffic. Even as she watched road signs and cars and the landscape pass by, her mind kept shuttling back to what had gone on at the Lovers Superstore. She was in fact still dressed in that horrible pink leather harness that Charlotte had purchased for her, no real top to speak of, just a couple of black leather pasties. She supposed she should be grateful that she hadn't cuffed her hands again. But after she had let that creepy young clerk violate her ass and fill her pussy with those vibrating...what had she called them...Ben Wa balls, she had purchased all the various outfits that the fellow had recommended and then headed out towards their next location. Becky's ass was still throbbing from having another cock shoved deep into it and she had to admit she was nervous as to what Charlotte had in mind next.
"Where are we going?" She finally worked up the courage to broach the subject. She wasn't certain she would like the answer, whatever it was, but she felt that at least it may help her be prepared for it. Charlotte plastered a wide smile on her face and just shook her head ever so slightly.
"Oh Becky, you really are excited to see what comes next, aren't you? I knew you were a cock-hungry slut deep down inside!" Becky's eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently.
"No! I not...I didn't mean it that way. I just..." at that moment they were both startled at the sound of a loud airhorn from right next to them on the road. Becky started and jumped, looking around. Driving up next to their car was a large semi-truck. The driver, a large, grizzled looking man was staring out of his window right down through the passenger window of Charlottes car where he could see Becky on full display in her harness. He grinned at her and blew his horn again in approval! Becky flushed crimson and quickly looked away, covering her upper chest with her arms. Charlotte just laughed brightly!
"Why Becky, it looks like you have a fan!" If Becky could have melted into the seat in shame and just disappeared, she would have. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the floor of the car. Charlotte giggled seeing her in such distress. Then, she leaned over and gave a quick wave out of Becky's window at the trucker. Then, quickly, before Becky could react, her hand darted out and grabbed at one of the stick-on pasties covering Becky's nipples and yanked it off, exposing her to the driver. Becky squealed and twisted her body, trying to rapidly cover herself.
The truckers face lit up and he laid on the horn again. Then, he suddenly hit his brakes and jerked his truck as he almost hit the car in front of him. Charlotte was enjoying all of this and laughed with glee and sped up, leaving the trucker behind.
"That was wonderful!" she cried. Becky just grabbed at the leather nipple cover and quickly pressed it back onto her breast. Then she folded her arms and kept her head down, not looking at Charlotte or the other drivers on the road around them. Charlotte smiled, shrugged, and continued driving. The car ride continued for another half hour or so and despite her efforts to ignore everything, Becky was becoming very curious, and nervous, about their destination. Just as her patience was reaching its breaking point, Charlotte apparently saw the offramp she had been looking for. Signaling, she pulled right and got off the main highway. Becky looked around as they turned onto a smaller road. It seemed a very rural area, lots of open fields and bare ground. The couple of buildings she did see appeared to be squat, dull office buildings or maybe a farm. Becky did not recognize anything and was becoming concerned how far out from her usual haunts she was.
About five more minutes of driving Charlotte slowed the car and began turning into a large parking lot. The asphalt was grey, weathered and cracked and along its south perimeter stood a long, narrow building, a cross between a barn and a warehouse. The building had a brick foundation that ran about four feet high and then became industrial hardwood, painted an unassuming grey in color. It looked to be a single-story building, though its peaked roof gave it a sense of height. On the long west side of it, there was what looked like half of a shed attached, with single glass-fronted door. Next to that on the wall was a large marquee with bright red letters identifying it as "Pleasure Palace." Below that was a silhouette of the city skyline and two women, one to either side bent over, apparently using their ass's as bookends.
"What is this place? Becky asked hesitantly. There were several cars on the asphalt lot but no signs of people. Charlotte parked the car near the door and started to get out.
"This is where you are going to earn back the money for all those clothes I so generously paid for!" Now get out and let's go!" Becky was trembling. This did not look like a place she wanted to be and Charlottes comment about earning back money was concerning her. Plus, she was still in this awful bondage leather that she made her wear.
"I...don't know about this," she said hesitantly, still not moving to get out of the car. Charlotte stalked around to the passenger side and flung the door open.
"Did I ask your opinion?" She grabbed Becky by the arm and practically pulled her out of the vehicle. "Now unless you want me to abandon you here, dressed like this, get your ass moving!" Becky absolutely did not want to be left here looking like this. She stood up and began to follow Charlotte.
They reached the door and Charlotte opened it and went in. Becky followed along behind. Inside the door looked a lot like a theatre lobby. There was cheap red carpet on the floor, a counter with a cash register and a glass fronted display of items for sale, very similar to what she had seen at the last place they were at. The items here, however, consisted almost exclusively of condoms, lubes, and oils. There was actually a small section that also held "vitamin supplements" extolling their uses for sexual stamina and the like but Becky had serious doubts as to their actual medical value.
There was a man standing behind the counter. He was half leaning on it and paging through a magazine. He stood a bit over five-and-a-half feet tall and was what Becky could only call morbidly obese. His age was hard to tell but he looked to be between twenty-five and forty. He was balding with a shaggy mustache drooping down and almost obscuring his upper lip. He looked up as the two women entered and Becky saw a splash page with a lot of exposed flesh before he flipped the magazine closed and gave a practiced and not very authentic smile. Though, his eyes did widen a bit and linger on Becky dressed in her leather harness gear.
"Welcome to the Pleasure Palace," he said. Cover is ten dollars apiece. The movie theatre is back through those curtains," he said indicating a curtained doorway on the far wall, "and the booths are down the hall." He gestured towards another doorway that looked as if lead towards the main length of the building. He gave this little speech as if he said it dozens of times a day and had lost all appeal to him. Charlotte smiled and reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. The man's pudgy fingers reached out and took it with no real interest, rang it up on the register and deposited it in the till. Then, closing the drawer, he picked up a rubber stamp beside the register and reached out for Charlottes hand. He stamped a fuzzy purple stamp onto the back of her hand and then took Becky's and did the same. Looking at it, Becky saw it was a rather blurry image of the same logo she had seen outside on the marquee.
At this point, Charlotte had no more interest in the man and grabbed Becky by the arm once again and began pulling her towards the doorway that the man had indicated led to the booths, whatever they were. Becky stared around her as she was forced to follow her. As they moved deeper into the Pleasure palace, Becky had to admit that this place was really much more like what she had expected the Lover's store to be like. The walls were dull in color and stained. Once they left the lobby, the floor became tiled with a faded yellow and white pattern that didn't look as if it had seen a bucket of water and a mop in quite some time. The tile underfoot was sticky, and Becky was very glad that Charlotte had at least let her put her tennis shoes back on.
The hall that Charlotte was leading her down looked to Becky as if it might run the entire length of the building. It was lit from overhead by dim, hanging lamps. The hall had nor picture, posters, or decorations of any sort but it did have single wooden doors that were once white but now dirty and stained over years of use running the length of it, spaced about every five to eight feet. A few of the doors stood partially open and were shadowed inside. Occasionally Becky got a quick glimpse of a figure standing in one of the rooms, but they went by quickly and she couldn't get a good look. Becky was getting more and more uneasy here. Finally, Charlotte stopped at a door about two-thirds of the way down the hall. That door was open as were the doors both before and after it.
"This should do nicely," she said and pulled Becky into the room and shut the door. The room wasn't even quite the size of the dressing room they had been in when Charlotte had made her try on all those slutty clothes. It was barely five feet across and equally as deep. It was lit by a single bulb overhead. There was also another colored bulb in a fixture near the top of the wall, but it was apparently out. On the back wall was a small wooden bench attached to the wall with a questionable looking well used thin leather pad. The walls themselves had been drawn on with crude graffiti showing male and female genitalia and various crude words for each. The side walls also had a hole cut in them, large enough for perhaps a person's fist to fit through. Around one of them, someone had painted a crude pair of big, red lips. Becky was getting a very bad feeling about this and looked over to Charlotte.
