"Uh! uh! uh! uh! uhhhhuhuhhhhAHH!!!"
Delicia Sanchez moaned and grimaced on every strok of the thick 11-inch cock mercilessly probing her much-abused anal cavity.
"Oh god!" she wailed on the next mean-spirited thrust as she clenched her eyelids shut.
Her abuser was yet another of the many men she had once teased during Internet cam-to-cam sessions in the privacy of her bedroom, back when she had a bedroom that she shared with a husband in a home where she had a family.
But through a complex confluence of blackmail, shame, and her own demented sexual appetite, she made the mistake of letting one of her cam cyber sex partners get too close, learn too much. She went off with him to spare her family the scandal.
Delicia came from such a conservative, sheltered family and community that she truly believed they were better off not knowing her fate than knowing what she had been up to.
In the beginning, her ordeal was almost bearable. The deal with Jerome was that she be his sex slave/prostitute for three years, and then she was free to go. She spent countless hours dreaming up stories, trying to meticulously invent a lie to explain to her family why she had disappeared.
At times it occurred to her that Jerome would not keep his bargain. That he would somehow reveal to her family what she had been up to all along, or that he would simply keep her captive by force.
"Ohhhhhh! OhhohohhhhuhhhhAHH!" she moaned as this beast of a man held grip on her naked hips and thrust his piston-like erection up her outstretched colon. The shock of monster cock stabs up her anus brought her still to tears after all these months.
His name was Barry and he was a former semi-pro football player who now worked for a courier service in a town 400 miles away. He had a fat wife that had him pussy-whipped, but there were times when he was able to sneak away from that bitch, get online and like many other men get a little time with a Latina slutty housewife from Texas who just loved to show men her tits while they jerked off to her as she pulled on her nipples and sucked on life-like rubber dildos.
He could not believe his luck when one day he found she had moved and become available for real life hookups. He managed to make the trip down to see her about once every eight weeks. His only annoyance was that he could not afford private sessions.
Jerome insisted on gang bangs, so Barry had to deal with the awkwardness of being in Jerome's padlocked basement in the dim light with three other men. Fortunately, unlike some sessions, they were going at her one at a time, each having a turn while the others watched and stroked themselves.
Barry was in a particularly foul mood today. His wife had been more of a nagging bitch than usual in the week leading up to his trip and he took out his pent-up hostility and humiliation on Delicia's ass, ramming his hefty weight into her.
"Whap!" sounded the flesh of his groin and thighs against her. "AHH!" cried Delicia.
His ham-handed mitts squeezed at her ass, slid up her ribcage, cupped her sagging, bouncing tan tits and he pinched as he cock-stabbed and she howled, "Eeeeeahhhhh nnnn!!!"
All the sex slave fuckers present could hear her howls and sobs but it just made them delirious with lust. Delicia looked up, an expression of woe, looked pleadingly into the eyes of each man, hoping someone would speak up on her behalf. But all she saw were the dim glinting eyes of wolves patiently waiting for their pound of slut flesh.
It had been a full year now since Jerome had kept her in his basement. There were times when her regret would be so intense that she would spend every second with Jerome begging that he let her go, that he let her out of their bargain. He wouldn't consider it, of course.
Jerome could not believe his stupid luck. That he actually found her, and through trickery and the mixing of real evidence with fabricated evidence he had ruined her. He was power mad.
Jerome had done very well marketing her for sex on the Internet, thanks in part to how well Delicia had managed on her own to built a cyber buddy list.
She was now 39 years old and had been his property for a year. And he was using her hard, booking group sessions every week. There were some weeks where he had her taking 20 or more group sessions in a week.
But Jerome quickly became concerned with the vehicle traffic up to his house in Arkansas. It was obvious to his neighbors, so he sold his house in town, quit his job to better manage his new business and bought a secluded place in the country.
Suddenly, Barry felt himself losing control. He was going to cum, and sooner than he had wanted to. He reached up, gripped Delicia's thick long black hair and yanked, "You fuckinnnnnn WhORRR oh uhhhhhhhhhh eRRRR!"
He shot his cum into her colon in rapid, angry thrusts and Delicia was suddenly in so much pain she lost her breath. The veins in her reddening face bulged and she could only sputter and "Ack!"
Jerome found the more he exploited Delicia, the less he was concerned about her welfare. In the beginning, he was meticulous about getting her three meals a day. He would ask her what she wanted to eat. But her diet was different from what he was used to that he couldn't bring her the things she craved.
Delicia missed her homemade Mexican dishes. And Jerome always ended up bringing hamburgers or fried foods. Delicia lost appetite and over the months lost weight. She came to Jerome a curvy, pleasingly plump Latina mom. But between the constant and strenuous hard sex and her lost interest in food, she had lost more than 30 pounds and while not anorexic, was remarkably thinner.
Jerome liked it, this new, leaner look. But Delicia was not as aware of her self image. There were no mirrors in the basement and didn't ever get to wear normal clothes.
Barry pulled out of Delicia's gaped ass, a colon on the verge of prolapsing. She panted and the men around her watched her ribcage heave, rising and collapsing as her body tried valiantly to regulate her ragged breathing.
Cum drizzled out of her anus onto the cement floor, and Delicia on all fours slumped. "Uhhh," she grunted.
Barry leaned over, slapped her ass hard, "WHAP!!" and Delicia whinced, "nnnnn!!"
"Who's next?," Barry said, looking around as he magnanimously spread his arms out as if to offer what wasn't his to anyone present.
While Barry had been fucking her, the other men had been surveying the room. Jerome had generously stocked it with toys and contraptions. There was plenty of rope, collars, leashes, dildos, vibrators, a harness swing, a cage, a sawhorse, whips, clamps, paddles, chains, buttplugs, beads, a wardrobe closet full of skimpy theme costumes, bodysuits, teddys, and masks.
Two of the men in waiting had been discussing pairing up on her and how to go about it. They stepped forward now. One was an attorney from Chicago and the other owned a bowling alley in St. Louis. The bowling alley owner new Delicia from her cyber days but this was his first face-to-face session.
The bowling alley owner, a large, fat man, 5 feet 11 inches and 264 pounds of white man with a buzz cut, an ex-military man who would vacation in the Philippines because he had connections there that let him abuse their young whores, gripped Delicia by the hair and patiently tugged, "Up, up, up, let's go, Delicious, mmmm remember me, fuck face?"
Delicia looked up and grimaced, pushed herself up to avoid being too harshly lifted. She looked but only vaguely recognized his face. She nodded a yes, pretending to recollect him better than she actually did. They expected recognition, her old cyber buddies. She had learned the hard way never to say she didn't remember one.
Satisfied with her response, the fat man named Burr jerked her head in a sideways shake, reached over with his other hand and slapped at her breasts. Delicia winced but tried not to make too much noise. She watched as the lawyer, whom she was forced to look toward, gathered rope from off a large hook on the wall.
Her lips trembled. She was terrified of the rope games. Most men didn't bother with the rope but the ones that used it were among the most sadistic.
Delicia, moving only her eyes, looked for the fourth man in the room. He sat on a wooden stool, wearing only a t-shirt, stroking his cock, patiently waiting his turn.
The lawyer came up to her, wearing red sling swimwear and a gold chain Delicia imagined was worth a couple thousand dollars. The two men led her to a large hook on chain that hung from a beam in the basement ceiling and made her kneel. Pulling her hands behind her back, they formed an elaborate knot that wrapped around her tits individually, around her torso, keeping her arms pulled back, her wrists wrapped in rope, then back around her waist, down once into the slit of her pussy, the crack of her ass, back up to her shoulders and then she was lifted.
And left to hang.
The weight was distributed somewhat at the shoulders, but the pressure against her pussy was immediately noticeable and Delicia gulped and moaned, "uuuHHHHHhhhh!!!"
"I am gonna fuck up this TEEZinnn bitch," Burr said, and with those words Delicia became alarmed. Now she remembered Burr!
Of all the men she had cyber with, he was one of the sick fuckers she was most nervous about, and most grateful that she would never meet. Or so she thought. All of his jerk off sessions with her went into dark territory. He would tell her how he wanted to torture her. He complained about what a "TEEZinnn bitch" she was and how if he ever got his hands on her she would pay.
Delicia tried to take comfort in knowing there were witnesses, and that Jerome was monitoring this on closed circuit television. He may not have much regard for her, but he didn't want anyone maiming his moneymaker.
"NNnnnn!!" Delicia groaned from the pressure and friction of the rope and the fear Burr instilled in her.
Burr took a ping-pong paddle and lightly slapped at her inner thighs. "nNnnn uhhh!" Delicia cried, trying not to exaggerate her own sense of the pain she was in.
She hung in the air, but the lawyer brought a chair and positioned Delicia to where she could balance her toes on it and take the weight off her throbbing pussy. She caught her breath and just as she was getting a little comfortable, Burr stepped behind her and swatted her buttocks, "crack!"
"ayyyyyyyyyyyyy!" she cried and the violent heat of the impact jolted throughout her body, her spine arched and stiffened. "Crack!" he hit her buttocks again. "Crack!" and again.
