Part 1 - It All Started with a Gloryhole...
Why Diane wanted to go to the Easy Sleaze for her bachelorette party I'll never know. The place was in a not so nice section of the city mostly in the industrial area with out much around it but dark and burnt out factories.
We'd been there an hour or so drinking and dancing on the crowded dance floor when Diane tapped me on the shoulder and indicated that she had to go to the ladies room. I followed her inside and all the stalls were filled except for one.
"You take it," she said almost too nicely, "I can wait for one of the others."
I should have known better than to trust her but I did. I closed the door behind me and slid the lock into place before turning to.. there was no toilet in the cubicle. I turned around and tried to open the door. It wouldn't open. I rattled at it and tried calling for help but it wouldn't budge and no one came to help me.. not even that bitch Diane. It wasn't long after that a deep male voice thundered into the room.
"Congratulations cumslut," the voice greeted me sarcastically, "You've been chosen to be gloryhole girl tonight. Open the door in front of you and prepare to suck every cock that comes through the hole. You'll obey every order or you'll be sucking cocks longer than just one night. Well, get to it bitch."
"No!" I cried. "Let me out of here. Diane! Please. Let me out. This isn't funny."
"It's not a joke either slut," the voice replied menacingly. "Get on your fucking knees and open the fucking door."
"No!" I said shaking my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe that these things happened to unsuspecting women. As I continued to refuse to do as I was told abuse continued to spew from the speakers.
I resisted as long as I could. I tried to just wait it out, telling myself over and over that someone would let me out eventually, they couldn't keep me there forever. I backed myself into a corner and wrapped my arms around my knees and continued to try to ignore the abuse coming from the speakers. There must have been a camera somewhere and I found that I really didn't care. I just wanted out of that room. I heard a soft noise and looked up with hope as the door to the soundproofed cubicle slid open.
The man standing there wasn't a giant or anything like that, but his eyes instantly froze me. The coldness as they roamed over me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat. He reached down and grabbed my hair pulling me to my feet, as I cried out at the pain. Before I was fully on my feet or knew what was happening, his free hand slapped me across the face and then backhanded me. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I cried out again, and the slaps keep coming. "Please, stop and I will do what you want just don't hit me anymore," I cry as I feel myself reaching my breaking point.
The slaps suddenly stop, and he looks at me with amused contempt. He lets go of my hair, and finally speaks his words making my heart sink even more. "Strip you stupid cunt," he orders.
I start stripping before him as he watches never shifting his eyes the least little bit or even blinking. I finish undressing, and he suddenly produces a heavy steel collar. I can't help but stand frozen like a deer in the headlights as he comes at me with it. I want to run, but can't do anything as he closes it around my neck and locks it with a heavy padlock. All of a sudden, I am knocked off my feet by another powerful backhanded slap as he turned and left the small cubicle.