Blond Ambition

This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means they are adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.

Excerpt from the end of Part 4. We got out. I dried Mickie, then she dried me. We went into the living room and found a DVD with a date written on it. It was last night's date.

The phone rang. I picked it up and said hello. It was Robert. He said, "Watch the DVD." "I will know if you don't."

I looked around the room. Robert said, "Yes, while you were snorting Coke and sucking cocks, I had my IT team wire your apartment for sight and sound." "I can see and hear everything, in all the rooms." "Did you have a nice cry in the shower?"

"You demented fucking son of a bitch!" I screamed.

"You're the insane one, Samantha." "You fucked your own dear old Daddy."

"Fuck you!" I screamed.

No, Samantha, "Fuck you, the proof is on the DVD. Watch it," he said, then the phone went silent as he hung up.

I got up, slipped the DVD into the player, and sat with Mickie. I used the remote to turn on the TV and start the DVD.

Again, the video started out with both of us getting fucked and snorting Coke. I showed us orgasming and massaging our own breasts and genitals. We were both pleading for more. Anyone watching this would think we were the lowest of low-life skanks.

We were videotaped getting fucked in our asses and cunts. We sucked cocks and cunts. We were spanked while giggling and snorting more Coke. Scenes played out with Mickie and me side by side, taking on all forms of sex from men and women.

We were spanked, used, and abused. The scene included my father walking in, recognizing his baby girl, and trying to pull me from the orgy. The scene then went foggy with no distinguishable visuals. You could tell there was a struggle and hear unintelligible words.

Next, I saw my father sitting in an armchair with his head back and his hand on the back of Mickie's head as she sucked his cock. When he opened his eyes, they were glazed. Anyone could tell he was stoned. He had traces of Coke powder around his nostrils.

He pushed her off as he got up and came over to me. He was naked. His cock stood out from the curly hairs on his pelvis like a curved banana. He was not very large, but formidable in length and girth. He climbed into the bed between my legs and called me a fucking whore as he pushed his cock into my cunt.

The scene continued, progressing to the point of sexual climax as my father dumped his sperm into my well-used whore cunt. All of our damning words were caught on video. He got off of me, and someone offered him a shot. He drank the shot, then went to Mickie and shoved his cock into her mouth.

He didn't even wipe it off. It was dripping with my juice and the mixed cum of other men. While I was eating some bitches' cunt, the camera returned to me, and an Oriental man pushed his large, uncut cock into me. Then back to my father, spewing his cum on my best friend's face.

I looked at Mickie and said, "Mickie, I'm so sorry." "I dragged you into this depravity."

Mickie cut me off with a deep, soulful kiss and said, "Please, don't." "I love you and will be a whore for you."

We were both still naked. It was now six in the evening. I said, "I guess we should get used to being naked."

Mickie said, "Why not? We are whores."

It was the first of many times I would hear Mickie casually refer to herself or me as whores. The phone rang. I picked it up, and Robert said, "Put it on speaker."

Robert continued with his dialog. Both of you whores have made me a lot of money. The videos and the parties are in high demand. You will no longer come into the office. You both are being moved to an apartment more suitable to our business needs. Your food, rent, utilities, and clothes will be paid for.

You will receive both American Express and Visa cards. They will each have a five-hundred-dollar monthly limit. You will still receive and pay appropriate income taxes as that money will be considered your salary.

Ladies, you two are possibly some of the highest-paid cunts anywhere. You two deserve it. You make me more money than you can imagine. Now pack your rags and tags. A car will be over to take you to your new home.

Then he hung up.

I thought, "I have a good idea how much he has us for a bargain." I leaned into Mickie, kissing her, and said, "We better get dressed and pack, sweetheart."

We had just finished when there was another call. I answered the call and then looked at Mickie, saying, "Our ride is here."

We rode in silence to our new home. It was in a very exclusive neighborhood, with "porte-cochere" entrances and doormen. The doorman treated us like royalty and gave us our keys on gold personalized key chains.

We were on the sixth floor, with two bedrooms at opposite ends and an open-concept living room and kitchen area. The amenities were very posh. sunken tub with jets; huge glass-double shower with white marble walls. Elegant fixtures and great lighting.

Mickie and I looked around like a pair of schoolgirls mesmerized by the sights. We had a large private balcony/sunroom that overlooked a park and the bay in the distance. It had electrically operated sliding doors that opened to create the balcony or closed to create a climate-controlled sunroom.

Each bedroom had a guest card with our name attached. Inside was a private bath and dressing room. The dressing rooms were well stocked with the latest fashions in each of our sizes.

In the open area was a well-stocked mini bar, which included a supply of Coke, a mirror tray, and a glass straw. There were also boxes of condoms and little blue pills for the men needing assistance.

We each had an appointment calendar, and we were given new iPhones that were pre-loaded with important numbers. Both Mickie and I had gynecology appointments the next morning. The house phone rang, and Mickie answered it. Again, it was Robert.

He asked us how we liked our new home and warned us not to indulge in too much Coke or he would cut us loose and we would become Coke whores working the streets for that pimp named Ice.

I've seen some of his working girls; they looked hard and fucked out. They are empty shells with no spark of real life beyond serving men and women to keep their bodies and minds numb with drugs.

They were the true walking dead. The series didn't even begin to tell the true story of the world's walking dead sex workers. I now realize that Mickie and I are lucky. We're not whores, not in the real sense of whoredom. But we are party girls, call girls, and high-end whores who walk the streets of the best neighborhoods as if our cunts were golden.

All of this comes with many demands. Demands go beyond simple sex. We must maintain our weight. We must work out and stay fit. We must eat healthily and have regular health care appointments. We are screened monthly for STDs. Our monthly hair, nail, and spa treatments are paid for.

The building we live in has a fitness center. We use it daily. On nice days, we jog outdoors in the park wearing shape-hugging, fashionable Under Armour sportswear. I still resent that someone has so much control over my life.

Mickie has accepted her role and is quite content to live as a kept woman. An owned sex slave. But Mickie was always subservient by nature.

I would rebel, often receiving punishment as the subservient guest of a dominant master or mistress. I would be punished for days on end, often requiring days to heal. They never left permanent marks on me. They were under orders to not damage the merchandise. Namely, me. A scared whore is not desirable to anyone but barroom thugs.

We are, of course, required to not only attend regular parties, thinly veiled orgies with Mickie and me as star attractions. But we are also hired out for private sex rendezvous with high-paying or high-value clients.

Both Mickie and I are now permanently denuded of all our pubic hair through the process of electrolysis at the spa. No more razor burns or bumps on our groins. A guy can cum on my mound and it cleans up easily between clients.

I'm supposed to go to a party tonight, but I'm not in the fucking mood. Literally and emotionally. I left the apartment ten minutes prior to the arrival of our ride. I wore a nice skirt and blouse. Nothing too fancy, as I didn't want to appear wealthy outside of my neighborhood. I wanted to blend in.

I kept walking and got lost. By now, the car sent for me had given up and returned to Robert without me. Surely Robert will be pissed and I will pay for my transgression. I never knew just how connected he was. But he made some calls and he was rewarded with information on my whereabouts.

Rather than send some henchmen after me, he called the local gang leader whose turf I was on. Robert told the leader that he and his gang could have me for two days to do as they wished, but not cause any permanent physical harm or marks. They would be paid two thousand dollars for their cooperation.

As I passed a group of guys and girls sitting on some steps, the gang leader said, "Hey pretty lady, are you lost?" I kept walking without answering. Suddenly, there was a hand over my mouth and a group of guys dragged me into an old service alley.

The leader stepped up in front of me and said, "Robert gave you to us for the weekend," as he reached out and ripped the front of my blouse, sending the little black buttons flying in all directions.

He pulled out a switchblade and expertly severed the material between the cups of my very expensive bra. "Nice fucking tits, bitch."

I was scared. This guy had a cold look in his eye as he reached out and mauled my tit and nipples. He then reached up and pushed my blouse and bra off my shoulders, leaving them to fall to the ground in a puddle.

He then cut my skirt and thong off of me and laughed at my hairless sex. "Damn, this fucking hoe ain't got no cunt hair." The guys murmured, and the girls laughed.

The one girl said, "What a fucking skank."

The gang leader pushed me to my knees and pulled out his big black cock, ordering me to suck it. It smelled of sex and sweat. The ally smelled of piss. I then realized I was kneeling in a puddle of piss. I tried to turn my head and the leader pushed the tip of his switchblade into my throat.

Again, he demanded, "Blow me bitch."

I opened my mouth and sucked his large black cock into my mouth. It tasted sour and salty. I know he still had one of these bitches cunt juice on his cock and it was nasty.

I knew he wasn't going to last long, so I doubled my efforts, and when I felt his cock jerk, I relaxed my throat and let him cum in my throat so I wouldn't have to taste his vile sperm.

"Damn, this bitch deepthroated my joint," he said.

The big black girl said, "Only a pro-slut does that."

Next, the gang dragged me into a basement with a single low-wattage bare light bulb and deposited me on a piss-smelling and sperm-stained mattress. One by one, they flopped down on me, filling me with their cocks and spewing their jizz into my sloppy cunt.

I started to have orgasms streaming out as I came. They kept coming into that basement, fucking me then leaving. At some point, one of them gave me a glass pipe with coke in it, and I snorted it, causing me to lose track of reality.

After I lost count of how many guys soiled my cunt, one of the girls tossed me a dirty rag and said, "Clean up that white trash cunt your fucking slut."

Next, a big black bitch removed her jeans and squatted over my face, shoving her cunt into me and saying, "Clean my cunt, white bitch."

I have never smelled such a nasty smell in my life. It was foul, a combination of unclean sex and piss. I thought I was going to puke. I licked and sucked her cunt until she grunted and juiced all over my face. She got up and another girl took her place. I must have eaten about six cunts while feverishly rubbing mine to quell the horny itch inside.

I was exhausted, naked, and had cum all over me. The tee shirt I was using was so wet from wiping up the cum that it was useless. Most of the gang members slept, drank, snorted Coke, or shot up.

I lay there, cum leaking out of my cunt. As the night passed, some would get up and use me again. Others came in from outside after working their corners and would fuck me or have me blow them. Some made me swallow their sperm while others sprayed my face with their spunk.

Somewhere in the night, I fell asleep in a fetal position. One of the gang members spooned me, getting his large cock covered in all the sperm inside of my cunt. Then he pulled it out and pushed his wet lubricated cock up my asshole, stretching my sphincter ring further than it had ever been stretched.

I was instantly awake and grunting as he sawed in and out of my tortured asshole, depositing his sperm then rolling over to leave me there. The next time I woke up, there was a freshly fucked black cunt in my face with her hands keeping me in place as she came into my face.

All the men that used me were black, and the women were mostly black with two white bitches. One was clearly fucking knocked up. She came over and presented a sloppy cum-filled cunt to me to suck clean.

They kept me coked up both days as they used me as a cum bucket. I was constantly horny. When I wasn't cuming on a cock, I was cumming on my fingers and begging for a cock. The itch in my cunt drove me past the point of coherent thought.

Early the next day, one of the drugged-up guys walked over while I slept and pissed all over me, waking me up. I tried to get up and get away and two others grabbed me and held me as both guys and girls relieved their bladders on me.

After they were done using me as their toilet, they dragged me naked, covered in cum and piss, and pushed me out into the service alley. I looked around. It was probably around noon. The alley stank, as did I. I was thankful that there weren't people around or windows where I could be seen.

Naked, bruised, and wretched-looking, I made my way out to the entrance. I looked up and down the street. Seeing people sitting on steps, a van pulled up, and the side door slid open. The guy inside said, "Get in here now."

I ran, nearly diving into the van. It was an enclosed van. They had plastic on the floor. The guy said, "We need to clean this whore up. They pissed all over her."

The guy put handcuffs on me as they pulled into a garage. He got me out and led me to the center of the floor over a drain, where he put my cuffed hands into the hook of a chain hoist. I didn't complain; I was exhausted and broken.

Next, they turned on a hose, directing the cold spray on my body as the other guy used a carwash brush to sop up and wash the piss and dried sperm off of me.

They then walked away, got some beer from the fridge in the corner, and sat down. One was on the phone. I figured he was talking to Robert. I hung there, naked except for my ankle socks and sneakers. I was shivering from the cold water. My skin was covered in goosebumps. They left me to drip dry.

One of the men came over and pushed a lubricated hose into my cunt while the other turned on the water. The cold water shocked me again as it flushed the cum from my cunt. The same was done to my asshole. They then rinsed all the waste down the drain and left me to drip dry again.

About a half hour later, I thought my arms were going to rip from their sockets. There was a buzzing sound, and one of the guys opened the door.

A man walked in and walked around me, then said, "You have been disobedient, causing much concern and loss of income." "I convinced Robert to allow me to train you in obedience rather than sell you to a street pimp."

"But it is your choice."

He then said, "Have you anything to say?"

I didn't respond. He slapped my tit. I screamed.

He said, "The appropriate answer would be, "yes, master, if you agree to be my subservient," but you will learn that.

I replied, "Yes master," knowing it had to be better than becoming a street whore.

The Master reached out and attached a pinch-type clothespin to each of my nipples.

I screamed and thrashed about on the chain hoist. He again slapped my tit and said, "Now, settle down slut."

I got quiet, in fear of what this man might do next.

What he did next was place a belt around my waist. The belt had two D-rings. One in front and one in back of me. He lowered the chain hoist enough to remove my cuffed hands and attached them to the ring in front.

He then released one hand and fastened it to the ring in the back. He then repeated the process. He then attached a dog collar around my neck and showed me a remote device that looked like a car door remote.

He said, "This collar has a training module in it that can send electrical shocks to the wearer." "If you disobey or try to run, you will feel a shock that will be very painful." "Do you understand me slut?"

I responded immediately, "Yes, master."

"Good, kick off your sneakers and socks," he said.

I stood there trying to understand what the fuck he wanted when he pushed a button and I fell to the floor like a sack of shit. Mother fucker, that hurt like hell.

He quietly said, "You will learn to obey without hesitation."

I frantically kicked off my sneakers and used my toes to remove my anklet socks. Now I am completely naked.

The master then said, "Get up, we're leaving."

I struggled to get to my feet as quickly as I could. It's not an easy task with your hands bound behind your back. I had to move quickly to catch up with this man known only to me as "master."

We walked out of the building and to a conversion van with the side door open. The guy standing by the van took my arm and helped me into the van, where he proceeded to remove first one cuffed hand and then the other, placing each of the cuffs on dog hooks mounted in the ceiling of the van.

Next, he forced my legs apart and closed the shackles around my calves just behind my knees. The master got into a seat facing me and looked me over. He reached out and touched my labia, separating them to examine my inner labia.

"Humpf," he muttered, "Too small for piercing at this time. We will fix that," as he opened a compartment and attached weighted clamps to each of my inner cunt lips.

I yelled, "Take them off, you fucking ass," but I never got the chance to finish my sentence. He zapped me. This time it was longer and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"You will speak only when spoken to, do you understand?" he said.

I replied, "Yes, master."

The van started moving and every time it took a turn, I could feel the weights on the vaginal clamps swing and pull at my inner labia. We must have traveled for about twenty minutes until the van came to a stop and the doors opened.

I had no clue where I was, the windows of the van were blacked out and there was a bulkhead with a sliding door between the driver and us. I heard a garage door close, so I knew we were at our destination.

A moment later, the side door opened and the master got out as he instructed the driver to take me to the holding cell. Holding cell? I'm a prisoner? Doesn't he know he can zap me until I shit myself?

The driver didn't say a word. He just set about removing each hand and securing it to the ring on the back of the belt. Then he repeated that with my other hand. Afterward, he unshackled my legs and helped me out of the van. I tried brushing my tits into his chest but he pushed me away. He said nothing, he never really looked at me. Have I lost my ability to lure men?