How My Wife Became A Prostitute Ch 02

Alisa was startled awake when she heard the rustling of leaves. She opened her eyes and could see the legs of people walking down the sidewalk on the other side of some bushes a few yards away. Her face was sideways and pressed down into the tall grass which was slightly obscuring her view. She must have passed out again.

In the year that had passed since she had unwittingly been thrust into the world of drugs and prostitution, she had pretty quickly moved on from heroin, and fentanyl had become her drug of choice. It was more potent, and cheaper, so she didn't need to re-up as often, but one pesky side effect is that when she finally scored her fix, she often times ended up being incapacitated for an hour or two.

She'd gotten used to it, but unfortunately, since she mostly hung around downtown by the other junkies and the homeless camps, she ended up being taken advantage of quite often whenever this happened. She could feel the hand grasping around her throat, and slightly struggled for air as she started to realize what was happening. Her knees were wet from the grass, and she could feel the cold air against her ass as the stranger behind her continued his thrusting motions. This typically happened a couple times a week, and wasn't that big of a deal as long as they didn't rob her.

She moved her hand up her stomach and to the side slightly to feel the bottom of her bra, and was overjoyed to find the small baggy of pills still in it's place under her right breast. She couldn't help but crack a smile at the thought. Today was going to be a good day. Before she knew it, whoever was fucking her from behind, tensed up and held his dick deep into her pussy as he climaxed and released his seed inside of her. As the man got up and pulled his pants up in preparation to flee the scene, she quickly asked him if he had a cigarette she could have, and was relieved when he said yes. On second thought, it was going to be a great day.

As she sat in the grass smoking her first cigarette of the day, her eyes wandered down under the bush, and she saw her panties were there and they were torn at the sides and looked as though they'd been ripped off and discarded into the bushes. She also couldn't help but notice that they were accompanied by a small pile of used condoms. As she looked closer, she could see that the cum inside was still liquid, and the one on top even still had a wet sheen on the outside.

Chances were pretty good that if the first guy was from the nearby homeless shelter, after he had found her and fucked her, he probably went and told his friends, and they had all returned and proceeded to take turns with her until she woke back up. There was no telling exactly how many men had just fucked her, but based off of the condoms, she knew that at least half a dozen was likely.

She checked her phone, as she tried to remember what she was supposed to be doing for the rest of the day. That's right. Kelly (one of her old girl friends from college) had been texting her, and trying to get her to meet up for tennis practice. They played together in school and after graduation had continued to meet up at The Y a couple times a month to practice.

Due to her newly busy weekends, she had made excuses of why she couldn't make it, and had missed practice for almost 2 months straight. Kelly seemed worried and was pretty pushy about trying to get Alisa to show up this week, so she had agreed to meet her here today at 10 am (their usual time). Alisa checked the time, and it said 9:43. She hadn't missed it. As she looked around to gain her bearings, she realized that she was only about a block away from the Y. It was all starting to come back to her.

She had decided to come a couple hours early to sit and wait at the bus stop. She chewed up half a pill to take the edge off, and get her morning fix before they met up. A while back she learned to not take a full pill anymore because they weren't always the same strength. She would take half, and then after 10 minutes, depending on how she felt, she'd take the second half. Apparently this was one of the stronger ones and had caused her to black out.

Someone must have come along and found her passed out, and decided to carry her behind the bushes that were about 20 feet behind the bus stop, between the sidewalk and the building. She honestly couldn't blame them. She was wearing a tennis outfit with a somewhat loose v neck top, and a fairly short, mid thigh length skirt, so if someone had walked by or got dropped off by the bus, and found her blacked out and unresponsive, it wouldn't take much to lift her skirt and sneak a peek at her panties.

Assuming that they looked up and down the street, and nobody else was around, it would have been pretty hard for any man to resist sliding her panties to the side and slipping a finger or two in her pussy to get a feel. At that point, if they had already gone that far, and were now face to face with her bare, spread open pussy with nobody else around, she was pretty much guaranteed to end up being carried off so they could find somewhere to fuck her.

When she checked her phone, she found that she had missed texts from Kelly, as well as her husband, and her pimp. As she finished her cigarette, she grabbed her panties from the bush, folded them up, and used them to clean up the mess that she could feel starting to leak down her thighs and buttcrack. Based on the amount of cum present, it was pretty clear that quite a few guys must have also fucked her without using a condom. Again, she wasn't surprised. When given the choice, the majority of guys choose bareback.

The most recent text from Kelly was from about ten minutes ago, and said that she had just gotten off the bus, and was freaked out by what looked like a group of homeless people having sex in the bushes, so she was going to meet her at the Starbucks on the corner. Alisa discarded the soaked panties, and rose to her feet. She still had her wallet and phone on her, so she was feeling pretty good, and started towards the coffee shop.

The entrance to the Y was about halfway down the block, and had restrooms just inside, so she decided to stop really quickly to clean herself up and make sure she looked presentable. Surprisingly she didn't look too much worse for wear, and just needed to clean up her smudged makeup a bit.

After that, she soaked some paper towels in warm water and used them to clean up the rest of the dried cum that had leaked down from her pussy, and had started to make her thighs stick together. She did one last spin in front of the mirror, and noticed a large, wet, stain up the back of her skirt.

It looked like after one of the guys had finished and pulled out, he had wrapped her skirt around his cock and used it to wipe it clean. She quickly spun the skirt around backwards, and started rubbing away the cum stains as best as she could with the remaining paper towels. Once she was satisfied, she spun her skirt back around and continued on her way to meet with Kelly. She would have to make sure to not turn her back on her, and hopefully within a few minutes the damp area would start to dry.

When she arrived, Kelly was already at a table with two coffees ready to go. As she approached the table, Kelly stood up and greeted her with a long hug before they both took their seats and started enjoying their drinks. The back of Alisa's skirt hung down behind the stool, and the feel of her bare butt cheeks and pussy lips pressing directly against the cold plastic was a harsh reminder that she had lost her underwear and would need to be careful to not let her skirt fly up too much when they played their match.

They made small talk about their husband's and life in general as they caught up over their coffees and even though she had been anxious about meeting up, Alisa had to admit that it was really nice to pretend that everything was still normal, and to be able to forget about her addiction, the string of rapes that she'd recently endured, the list of clients that were set up for her to fuck later that day, and the fact that her life had so quickly devolved from her being your regular run of the mill business woman and wife, into her being addicted to opioids and a full time prostitute in a trailer park.

After the first time Bill gave her heroin and turned her out for the night, she had tried to fight the cravings and return to her normal life, but she ended up calling him back that weekend to get her next fix. He set it up the same as he had before, gave her the first dose, and then fucked her hard for a few hours before giving her, her second dose.

He then told her that she had 10 more appointments set up 1 hour apart, and that if she wanted to keep getting her fix, she'd have to come to terms with the fact that she would be whoring for it. She worked full 12 hour shifts for him Saturday and Sunday of the next few weeks, and it didn't take long before she started missing work and having to come up with excuses for why she hadn't called in.

It wasn't much longer after that, that the company had decided to let her go. Once she had lost her job and her depression had fully set in, she asked Bill for more heroin to self medicate (on a Tuesday) and everyday since then, she had been whoring herself out to continue getting her daily fix. Weeks had passed without her going home or answering calls or texts from her husband.

Whenever she checked her phone between clients, and there was a message from him, she couldn't bring herself to face him. What was she supposed to say? It was easier to just not think about it and focus on her day. The first time that she tried fentanyl, she'd been looking for H and was offered it instead. It was cheaper and abundantly available, so the switch was natural.

Kelly got up and threw away her empty cup, and then they both headed to the Y to get their match underway. Kelly easily beat her since Alisa wouldn't dare to try running or being too physical out of fears that her skirt would flip up and reveal her bare, shaven pussy. When Kelly asked if something was wrong and pointed out that she clearly wasn't at the top of her game, Alisa just said that she had cramps and would give her more of a challenge next time.

They finished the match, and parted ways after their obligatory "it was good to see you" conversation was out of the way. Alisa had a half dozen appointments later today, and would need to get back to the rv park as soon as possible. It hadn't taken too long before she decided that the motel room was too expensive, and instead had started whoring herself out from a small, single bed camper trailer.

She had about a mile walk ahead of her, and since it had been a few hours since her last pill, she couldn't wait til she got all the way back before taking another one. She started swaying and really feeling it, so she decided to stop and sit against a tree for a few minutes to relax and let this wave pass. She pulled her knees up by her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her head forward on her legs as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the body high that was washing over her.

She was so high in fact, that she didn't realize that by sitting like this in her tennis skirt with no panties, she was inadvertently flashing her ass and pussy to anyone who happened to drive or walk by. She didn't notice that she had passed out and when she woke up and opened her eyes, there was a camcorder with a red blinking light on the front, and a bright flood light pointed directly at her.

As she looked around and tried to recognize her surroundings, she realized that she wasn't on the side of the road anymore. She was naked and was handcuffed to a metal framed bed in what appeared to be a dark, windowless basement with stone walls. There were whips, chains, sex toys, leather bondage gear, and restraints lining the wall behind the camera.

It appeared to be some kind of sex dungeon. On the table behind the camera tripod, there was a laptop that was open to a website that was displaying the live scene of her laying spread eagle, handcuffed to the bed, with a red ballgag strapped into her mouth.

She could see the live chat below the video feed scrolling by at a decent pace as people made comments, but the letters were too small for her to make out what it said from here. She was, however, able to read the larger text above the chat that had the title of the live stream. It said "Junkie whore gets abducted, raped and tortured. Part 2".

Beside the video feed, she could see a recent videos section that had a thumbnail of her laying on her back next to the tree with her skirt up around her waist, and a guy from the shoulders down, holding her legs spread to show her pussy. Apparently they had filmed the abduction and probably filmed as they got her cuffed and ready too.

As she squinted and looked closer at the video feed, she saw what was on the opposite wall behind her and her pulse quickened as her throat tightened with fear, instantly making her breathing more labored. She turned her head around facing the opposite direction, and started to panic at the sight that was in front of her.

The wall was covered with a wide range of tools and objects, ranging from huge pliers and lengths of barbed wire, to what she could only assume were extreme insertion objects. There were large pinecones that were about the size of a baseball, an assortment of different sized wine bottles, glass jars, and vases, a reciprocating saw that instead of a blade, had a bowling pin attached, and a variety of fruits and vegetables including 3 different sizes of pineapples.

Alisa started hyperventilating as her attempted screams were muffled by the ball gag, and squirmed her arms and legs against her handcuffs in a panic as she looked back towards the laptop. The live chat had now sped up to more than twice the speed as before as people watched her reaction and undoubtedly chimed in with what they wanted to see done to her.

Her vision started to blur as her eyes welled up with tears, and just then she saw a dark figure in a ski mask come up from behind her in the live video feed and raise his hand up to place an object by her neck. In the video, she could see the butcher's knife slowly being drawn across her throat, and then she felt the sharp edge as it made contact. The last thing she saw before her tears completely turned everything to a blur, was the live chat start quickly flying by.