How I Became A Sex Slave Ch 07

The next morning Ella awoke just as she heard Harry climbing out of bed. She quickly kneeled by the door, she would be ready this time to service his cock as it came through the glory hole. She blushed as she ran her hand on the crusted semen splattered down the inside of the closet door.

The light flicked on, but Harry's cock didn't appear in the glory hole. Ella heard the locks being fumbled with. The door opened and she blinked up at Harry, his cock fully erect and bouncing as he moved back.

"Up," Harry commanded.

Ella obediently got up and stood with her eyes cast down.

"Lay down on your side."

Ella lay on the unmade bed, feeling the warmth of where Harry had just been sleeping on the sheets. Harry climbed on the bed with her, and positioned himself behind her. He then pulled up the sheets and comforter over her completely covering her. Ella flushed with shame realizing that Harry didn't want to look at her as he fucked her pussy. She felt him lift up the sheet and a cold rush of air on her exposed backside. She felt him snuggle his cock against her pussy. He slid it inside her with a moan, and started fucking it.

Harry's cock sliding in and out of her was the only contact he was making with her. Ella's breath felt hot and moist under the covers. She felt her face prickle in a mixture of shame and sexual excitement as he pumped away. She was humiliated yet aroused at the thought that he wanted nothing to do with her but his cock inside a pussy. Ella pressed her backside against the cock that was penetrating her, relishing in the pleasure her pussy was giving it.

Ella felt him gyrate inside her and heard him moaning as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix.

"Mmmm...yeahh..." Harry breathed, his pumping slowing until he was hardly moving inside her at all.

Ella's breath was hot and stifled under the covers. Though she dared not move. Harry's cock was still inside her, twitching every few seconds.

After laying like this for a minute or so, Ella heard Harry's slow breathing. She carefully pushed the covers off her face, and felt a sweet rush of cool air under the stifling blanket. Peering over her shoulder timidly, she saw Harry was asleep, his erection still inserted inside her.

Ella lay like this for several minutes, unsure what to do. There was something very intimate about Harry's penis filling her. Her pussy felt warm and full, like she was one with him.

Ella heard the door open at the top of the steps, and heavy footsteps coming down. Her heart raced as she saw Mike come around the corner. When Mike saw that Harry was asleep with his cock inside her, he grinned. He put his finger to his lips as if to say "Shhh," and slowly crept back up the stairs. To Ella's surprise she heard him quickly coming back down the steps a few moments later.

In Mike's hand was a small bottle, he unscrewed it quickly, and adeptly tipped it onto a rag. Kneeling on the bed, he leaned over Harry and quickly clapped the rag over his mouth and nose. Harry rustled in his sleep but did not wake.

Because of the rustling, Harry's erection slipped out of Ella. Ella peeked over her shoulder and saw Mike kneeling over Harry. Harry's eyes flickered, appearing to be rolled back in his head. Mike was softly cooing at him.

"Shh, shh, shh, there we go, easy does it."

Harry was now in a place between asleep and semi unconscious.

Mike ripped the covers off Ella, and rolled Harry on his back.

"Sit on it, I want to watch," Mike ordered.

Ella's chest was rising and falling with lust she was so turned on. She climbed on top of the unconscious Harry. Facing mike, she reached underneath her, and gripping Harry's cock positioned it directly under her hole and slowly lowered herself, pushing it inside her.

"Thatta girl..." Mike said smiling as he started to undo his belt buckle.

Ella gripped onto Harry's thighs in front of her, her legs tucked under her on either side of him, she started rapidly riding Harry, working his cock inside her. She watched Mike's hungry look on his face as he quickly worked to release his erection from his belted kaki shorts, and then reaching under his wide belly, started tugging and stroking his thick member rhythmically.

Ella started moaning and pouting her lips at Mike to egg him on. That's when she noticed Mike had brought his camera down with him, and it was hanging by a strap around his neck filming her fucking herself with Harry's unconscious body. Mike put the camera down on the dresser, and got on the bed with her. He started touching her breasts as she bounced, and fondling her clit. Ella's pussy was wet with arousal, her clit and nipples hot and swelling.

Mike grabbed Ella's waist, and rocked her in circles on top of Harry's erection, guiding her on his cock. He started forcing her to bounce faster. Ella panted in intense arousal as she realized Harry's cock was ejaculating while he was unconscious. Mike stroked Harry's cock, milking out every last spurt of semen as it sprayed Ella's pussy. Mike then started aggressively jacking off, before groaning as his own semen sprayed Ella, a glob landing on Harry's thigh.

After Mike had stroked himself to completion, he zipped up and commanding Ella to get up, throwing a blanket over Harry.

Mike watched over Ella as she showered and they performed their morning routine together. Afterwards, Mike, leaving Harry unconscious on the bed to recover, brought Ella upstairs.

"You have a client coming over, go wait in the living room on the mattress."

Ella walked into the living room, and saw a mattress laying on the middle of the floor. She sat down and waited. She heard the sounds of Mike making coffee in the kitchen. Presently, the back door knocked and she heard Mike greeting someone. It was Jay.

"C'mon Mike, do I really have to pay $500??? I'm your buddy. Can't you cut me a discount?"

"Listen Jay, we need to start pimping her out for real. We've given out too many freebies. You've tested the wares, it's time to pay up if you want some of that pussy now."

"This is me we're talkin' about Mike! Can't you give me just one more go on the house? I swear, next one I pay full price."

"I can't do that, Harry is expecting his fair share too."

"Who says he needs to know?"

There was silence from Mike.

"See! There's my man! Help a guy out! I promise, next time, full price."

"Fine Jay, but this is the last time! Ya hear? And don't be letting anyone know about it. It's pay for pussy here on out."

"Oh believe me, I won't let anyone else on it! Where is the bitch, I wanna fuck now."

Mike must have gestured to the living room as Ella didn't hear a response.

Jay was already unzipping his fly as he was walking into the room. He pulled his pants down just enough for access to his cock.

"Miss me?" Jay said excitedly as he knelt down on the mattress.

Jay climbed on top of Ella, he didn't hold himself up, which left her feeling a little crushed, her legs lay open as he thrust his cock into her.

"Ohhh...ohhhh yeahhh...you like that?" Jay moaned, as he gyrated on top of her while staring into her eyes. Ella closed her eyes because of the intensity of his stare. She started moving her hips with him, focusing on the naked cock inside her, and the pleasure it was giving her. She felt Jay press his mouth on hers, his goatee rubbing on her face, and his tongue forcing its way through her lips.

Jay's humping lead to him quickly ejaculating inside her. He lay on top of her for a minute, giving her pussy a few more slow thrusts. He sighed in relaxation before pulling out of her and zipping up his fly.

"Expect another fuck from the Jay-man soon!" Jay said raising his eyebrows up and down at her, as he got up off the mattress and walked back into the kitchen.

"Alright Mike! I gotta get to work, thanks for the pussy."

"Remember, the last freebie, Jay!"

"We'll see about that!" Jay said as he was leaving.

"Ahh, get outta here," Mike said closing the door, half with annoyance half with affection.

Mike had a couple other appointments set up for Ella that afternoon. The two men that fucked her next, she didn't recognize. Both were quick, climbing on top of her, doing their business and leaving, much like Jay had done. For these men, Mike stayed in the doorway and watched as he counted the money he was making.

The first was a younger, somewhat nerdy looking, college age kid. He didn't speak to her at all and came very quickly. The second was an older man with a darker complexion. He must have been some kind of immigrant since he had a heavy accent. His body was bloated and unhealthy but he dressed well. His cock, while shorter than average was almost as thick as it was long. He was very hairy, though balding. His cock was very pleasurable to Ella, and he fucked like someone who was very experienced.

Being sold to these men turned Ella on immensely, as well as watching Mike count and pocket the money he was making by selling her pussy. Having her pussy used as the neighborhood cum dumpster made her chest heave in pleasure.

Over the next few weeks, this would quickly become the routine in Mike's house. After her morning shower and breakfast, she would go in to lay on the living room mattress and await clients. Sucking cock and getting fucked started seeming like an ordinary job to Ella. She began to look forward to the cock, and crave it.

That is, until one morning where Mike noticed something out of the ordinary.

"Ella, don't climb in the tub, let me look at you."

Ella turned and hung her head obediently.

"You're gaining weight, or bloated or something," He then touched her breasts, "Hmm..your breasts seem bigger as well..." Mike got a dark look on his face, "Get back in the closet."

Ella reddened and quickly left the bathroom and went into the closet. Mike slammed the door and locked it. He didn't return for some time. When he did, he had a small CVS bag, and grabbing her by the arm roughly, pulled her back to the bathroom.

Fishing in the bag, he grabbed a box and ripped it open. It was a pregnancy test. He handed it to Ella. Stunned, she looked back up at him.

"What are you, a fucking moron! Piss on it bitch!"

Ella jumped startled, and quickly sat down on the toilet, putting it between her legs. Luckily she hadn't yet peed that morning and was able to produce a stream. As soon as she finished, Mike barked at her to hand it over which she did. Mike stared at it intently for a few minutes. Before rubbing his hand on his face.

"Shit...Shit!"

Mike bounded up the stairs, and Ella could hear him calling Harry on his phone. Hands trembling she picked up the pregnancy test, it read "Pregnant."

After the sounds of Mike's intense phone call were over, she heard him thudding quickly back down the stairs.

"Get in the closet. You'll want to be there when Harry gets back."

"Why, is Harry-", Ella began but Mike interrupted her.

"Do as you're told cunt!" Ella scrambled back to her mattress in the closet just in time for Mike to slam the door on her.

Ella became filled with anxiety about how Harry would react. She could barely process the news about her pregnancy because she was so overcome with fear.

Sometime later, she heard what must have been Harry coming in the back door to the kitchen. Mike must have been waiting to speak to him, because she heard the sounds of muffled arguing moving throughout the house.

After things has quieted, Ella drifted off into an emotionally exhausted sleep.

Several hours later, Ella was awoken gently. She blinked looking up to see who was shaking her shoulders lightly. It was Harry. She immediately sat up with a start.

"Don't be frightened, it's okay," Harry said calmly, "I know everything. I know you're pregnant. I've prepared a surprise for you."

With that, Harry helped her stand up. Ella bit her lip as Harry led her by the hand to the bathroom. He smiled softly back at her.

"I really wanted to show you what you mean to me, I feel like you don't know the depth of my true feelings. And this, this really makes my mind clear about how I should have been treating you all along."

Ella was happier than she could ever have imagined, her face flushed as she stepped into the bathroom, and saw candles lit, and a bath drawn. She was certain that Harry was the father. And she was certain that he was "The One". It was only him, it was always him. Only he could make her feel this way. She felt as if everything she had gone through has been for this moment.

"Here...kneel facing the tub," Harry instructed gently. Ella complied, feeling happy thrills inside her and like she was in a dream. Harry got behind her and held her, she sat back on his lap, feeling his stiffening cock moving beneath her. That glorious cock that had planted his seed inside her. She felt a thrill of triumph over the red haired bitch. How jealous she would be when she found out!

Harry nuzzled her neck. Ella put her hands on the edge of the tub, and moaned, relaxing from his warmth, and their skin against each other. She felt Harry's hand positioning himself under her, and she smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of him getting ready to penetrate her.

Harry's hand pushed up into her hair, and he gripped a handful, which arched her neck back. Ella was a little surprised at his grip as it tugged her, but she was also turned on. She then felt his cock jab inside her.

Something was wrong.

Harry's grip on her hair tightened, and his cock was jabbing up into her violently. Ella heard his odd breathing and her heart jumped to her throat as she realized he was shaking.

"You..did this..." Harry's voice in her ear said in halting rage "ON PURPOSE!!" he screamed.

Adrenaline coursed through Ella, her heart beating like a rabbit stuck in her chest. She noticed that at the same time he had screamed, she had been filled with fear, yet her pussy and opened up and moistened and a wave of arousal spread through her at the same time the adrenaline had been released inside her.

Harry continued to violently force his cock up inside Ella.

"Fucking...bitch!...Worthless..whore!...It isn't...mine...!

Ella let out a sob, and reached for Harry's hand jerking her hair. Harry gave her head a shake and she let out a yelp of pain, all the while as he continued fucking her.

Before Ella realized what was happening, she felt Harry shove her head down, and her face was plunged into the water.

Water rushed up her nose, and she instantly went into panic. She was gripping the slippery ceramic edges of the tub, and attempting to force her head back up. The pressure of Harry's grip keeping her face below the surface. At the same time, she was aware that Harry's cock continued to thrust in and out of her pussy.

After what seemed an eternity, Harry pulled her back up by the hair, and her chest heaved as she wheezed and gasped for air. Her bum bounced and jiggled on Harry's lap as he fucked her, his hand still gripping her wet hair tightly against her head.

Ella felt weak, and dazed. As she limply allowed Harry to have his way with her. The room silent except for the slapping sound of Harry's cock ramming up into her.

"Ahh...fuck...I'm cumming..." Harry said through gritted teeth.

Ella felt his grip tighten on her hair, and quickly held her breath as he plunged her face back under. Ella's eyes stung, and her throat and lungs burned as she was crushed against the side of the slippery tub, her pussy violated over and over by Harry's angry cock.

Just as she felt she could hold her breath no longer, Harry pulled her up, and she gasped for air, just as he finished ejaculating inside of her, moaning, with each last slow, jabbing thrust.

Ella felt Harry's cock slide out, and his semen dribbling out of her.

Before she could process what was happening, she felt a sharp pain, Harry was dragging her by her hair across the bathroom floor. She quickly twisted onto all fours, and tried to keep up with him to lessen the pain, grabbing onto his hand that held her in his grip.

Harry threw her down against the toilet.

"Quit fucking moving!"

He knelt down next to her, she gazed up at him in fear.

Harry grabbed the handle of the wooden plunger and pushed Ella's legs open. He then roughly inserted the wooden rod into Ella's pussy, plunging it into the semen that filled her.

Harry grinned "You like that?" He started roughly ramming it in and out of her as he smirked.

Ella was paralyzed.

When Harry had fucked her a while with the plunger rod, he grabbed her by the hair again, this time, Ella didn't struggle, and allowed him to drag her back to the closet, where he threw her down on the mattress. Ella felt a glob of spit splat on the side of her face, and she jumped as the door slammed. Enveloping her in darkness.

Ella curled up, and hug her knees. She didn't bother wiping the spit from her cheek as it trickled down her face. She deserved it. Harry was right. She had tricked him. She had tried to become pregnant with his seed without him knowing and against his will. Now, because of her actions, she was pregnant by any number of men. She may never know the true father of her baby because of all the men who had used her pussy.

Harry had every right to be upset. What would happen if Harry or Mike wasn't the father, and the customer's found out? It would hurt Harry and Mike's business. What about the pregnancy itself? How were they planning on letting her go to doctor's visits or have the baby? They didn't even allow her to wear clothes unless it was a novelty outfit. And the baby? Would they allow her to take care of it?

There were so many questions that were unanswered. Ella felt humiliated by Harry, but she also sympathized with how upset he had been. Her face reddened thinking about how he had rage fucked her until he climaxed, while she had struggled to breath. Her pussy was still puffy and raw from his abuse.

Ella felt her swollen breasts, they were preparing to make milk for her baby. Maybe if Harry was the father, his feelings would change once he knew. Or maybe if he wasn't, he would forgive her.

Ella felt a strange arousal at the idea that she didn't know who the father was. One of these unsuspecting men who enjoyed her pussy had given her more than what they had intended when they inseminated her. Ella stroked and tugged her nipples thinking about how it could be one of the vile men who had gang banged her at the party, one she might not even know the face of.

Ella started breathing slowly and deeply, she started to rub her clitoris, wondering which fuck was the one that had impregnated her. As she was fantasizing, the image of Harry fucking her while he drowned her filled her with arousal. She could have passed out, or worse, and Harry would have kept fucking until he was pleasured. No one dominated and used Ella's pussy like Harry did. He had total control over her pussyhole. It was his to do with what he pleased.

Ella's thighs squeezed together as she convulsed in orgasm. She immediately felt confused and shame about being aroused by Harry's violent sexual behavior. No matter what Harry did to her, she couldn't help but want him to love her. She couldn't help but be aroused at the ways he used her.

Tensing, Ella heard shouting upstairs. Harry and Mike must be arguing. She heard the basement door slam, and Harry running quickly down. Followed by slower steps. She heard Mike trying to calm Harry down.

"Relax, calm down. It isn't the end of the world."

"She could be pregnant from me!"

"Not any more than me, or any of my friends. Don't you think this worries me as well? Don't you agree it will be worse if it's not one of us?"

"No, it will be better. If neither of us are the father, then it goes up for adoption as soon as it's born."