Here is the sixteen installment in the series. I'm catching up to myself on material that I've written but doing my best to have decent chapters to post in a somewhat decent time frame. Thanks for your feedback and suggestions. I'm seeing what I can work into the storyline. Please post more comments if you would like to let me know your thoughts; and rate too if you would like. Thanks again.
How long I slept, I wasn't sure. I can tell you that I had wild, unpleasant dreams. They all involved scenarios of this new life of mine; more blowjobs, more spankings, more toys, more fuckings. The last one I remembered was a guy three times bigger than me. He had a chain of all things that he decided to use on me for his fun. I begged and pleaded for him not to hit me but that just made him laugh hysterically.
Behind the man was Brady that laughed even harder and louder. The giant began delivering the blows and I winced with each lash. Each strike sounded like harsh pounding on my body. The large man's face turned to a scowl; as if he were not inflicting enough damage to me. His blows became harder, louder, and faster until I felt myself almost shatter from the abuse.
The pounding sound seemed to morph. It didn't sound like metal chain links striking flesh and blood, but more like hardy thuds on a solid surface. A shock of my chastity jolted, no pun intended, me out of my sleep. It was the motel door making the pounding sound with Dimitri standing just on the other side.
"Open the fucking door, slut!" He demanded from the other side. Another zap at my chastity quickly got me out of bed and scurrying towards the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I said, hoping that would stop him. On the way over, I tripped over the damn heels I thought I'd kicked far enough out of the way just a few hours earlier. I stumbled a few steps before colliding with the door. If there was any good thing about my faux chest, it was that my tits helped to cushion the impact.
When I opened the door, Dimitri stood there glaring at me. I wondered how long he'd been standing out there? It was fairly bright out; probably well into the morning. How long had I slept?
"Move aside, slut," Dimitri said as he barged past me. The bitter cold wafted in after him and I quickly shut the door.
He had brought something with him that I quickly noticed. For once, it wasn't anything to harm or humiliate me. It was a normal, Styrofoam plate with what looked like actual food. His other hand held a small plastic cup that looked to have orange juice in it.
"'I'm coming, I'm coming,'" he mocked. "I'm sure those are the words that are music to your ears. I bet you were hoping to lure in another guy, answering the door naked like that," he joked.
He harshly sat the plate down on the dresser. It contained a small portion of plain-Jane oatmeal that looked only borderline editable. Had it not been all clumpy, I'm sure the shock of striking the dresser would have slung it all over the place; though there was also a piece of grapefruit that did get a little bit of the oatmeal on it.
"If I hadn't had to stand out in the cold so long, that would probably be warmer. Now eat up before your owner gets here," Dimitri said. The food was for me! It looked absolutely disgusting, but it wasn't cum so I was thrilled about that.
"And don't forget to wash it down," he added. It appeared like the orange juice was mine as well. He didn't just hand that over like the plate of food. First he took a small swig, which was about half of the damn cup, before setting it along side the plate. By that point, after all that had happened to me, a little back-wash from some thug was no big deal.
I quickly began to eat what was provided to me. To say it was shitty food would be an understatement. The oatmeal was cold; and I don't think it had anything to do with the time it spent outside. The grapefruit looked to be on the cusp of spoiling. Yet, I was so famished that I devoured them both. The orange juice I saved for last since I was going to get one good swig at best.
"Now go get showered and cleaned up. Try not to look so much like a two-dollar whore when he arrives," he chuckled. Dimitri took a seat in the chair by the door. I figured he was back on guard duty; though more so to keep me in instead of keeping others out.
The first thing I did was clean out my pussy; as I shamefully thought of it as. It, plus the rest of me, felt absolutely filthy. I had cleaned it after every fucking I'd received the night before except for my last client. When Dimitri told me we were done, I was far too exhausted to do much of anything.
Though I'd gotten used to the procedure of inserting the plug to allow the fluid to flow in me, it was much more painful that morning. My ass was incredibly sensitive and sore. Looking in the mirror, I could tell why. It was red and bruising from its endured torture. Those guys really did a job on it for their own amusement. I didn't think I could take another day of such abuse.
In the shower, I got the water close to scorching hot. It helped to soothe my aching body. My wig, still stoutly attached to my cranium, I tried to wash thoroughly. I already knew there were wads of cum I hoped would come out. The rest of my body I scrubbed twice to rid it of all traces of those men's semen they joyfully coated me in.
After bathing and getting myself as clean as I could, I stood leaning against the tiled wall as I let the previous evening replay in my head. A few tears rolled down my cheek amid the shower water from not only my physical abuse, but my mental abuse as well. How was I going to cope with not only the rest of the weekend, but also the months that lay ahead of me?
"Alright, girlie, that's enough fucking around in there," a voice said at the door. It wasn't Dimitri this time but rather Brady. He had arrived from my warm, quite home where I'm sure he got a good night's rest. A second later and the shower curtain ripped back. He eyed me with a curious lust.
"Get outta there and dried off. Hurry it up," he said before turning and heading back towards the front of the room.
Timidly, I turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. After drying off, I wrapped the towel around me, but not for concealment. I hadn't taken any clothes into the bathroom with me since modesty had long flown out the window. Instead, I was hoping that it may keep me somewhat warm against the chill of the room.
I found Dimitri still sitting in his chair while Brady stood next to the door propped against the wall. The two spotted me out of the corners of their eyes. They stopped their conversation and turned to look at me.
"Well, Dafni, you looked refreshed," Brady said with a smug look. "Dimitri tells me you've had quite the evening, which I figure is why you've got a glow about you this morning. Did your first round of clients have a good time with you?"
