This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence.
Here is the long awaited chapter two to Judging Kimmy. I want to thank everyone that took the time to vote on the first chapter and leave / send comments. If you like the story, please vote!
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It has been an interesting month since that first night with Devon. My days and nights were filled with one humiliation or another, most of them video taped for more to hold over me. I was taking a moment reprieve in bed, resting, thinking about the two men that just left my house.
Both of them were black men, young as usual, and used me like a total whore. I was still full of their cum, some of it starting to dry on my face. My clit, pussy and asshole were sore from all the fucking I had endured these past weeks. Devon had set up a password system. If someone came to the door and said the word Gemini, I had to let them in and let them do whatever they wanted to me. These two men were no different; they arrived, said the word, and spent the next hour abusing me. Including them, I had been fucked seven times today. Sometimes, I knew the men having serviced them before. Sometimes, they were total strangers. Once, it was even another person I convicted in my early years as a district attorney.
As I thought about this, I noticed that at some point, my hand fell to my very sore and swollen clit... I was massaging it... again! Once again, this humiliation that I hated so much and yet now felt like I could not live without, returned. Once again I started to cry as I roughly masturbated my used pussy. No longer was it the prim and proper pussy it once was. It was no more then a slut's cunt now. As I masturbated, the cum from the men dripped out onto my fingers. Involuntarily, I raised my hand to my face and smeared it all over my face and lips. This self-humiliation had become common for me between all the rapes. I knew that I was sick. That something inside me was not right. I even made an appointment with a shrink but only made it as far as the parking lot. There, in broad daylight, I pulled my skirt up around my waist and masturbated while my appointment time passed by. The humiliation, yet thrill of someone possibly catching me in public drove me to new heights and the orgasm was intense. I left the parking lot, never to return for help.
Now, I felt another orgasm building... I thought of my boyfriend Eric, knowing that if he ever knew of all this, it would break his heart. I wanted to break up with him, but Devon would not let me. Seems that he realized that by making me stay with Eric, it added to my feelings of being a cheating slut, another humiliation and... turn on. I breathlessly started to moan out,
"Take it, take it you slut... abuse that pussy."
That was all it took and I came hard.
My cell phone ringing brought me back to reality. No, not MY cell phone, but the one Devon gave me. I was instructed that I was to have it with me at all times and always answer it or the punishment would be something I would never forget. I grabbed it quickly.
"Hello, yes?"
"Why it take you so long to answer the phone bitch?"
"Sorry, I was... in the bathroom."
Devon told me to get cleaned up. He then told me what to wear, and where to be this evening. As I hung up the phone, I realized that it was a public bar that I was going to. This was new as all the meetings with him or anyone else were always somewhere private. Fear and excitement gripped me and for a moment, I thought I was going to masturbate again! Looking at my watch, I realized that I really did not have much time. I headed to the bathroom to get ready.
I arrived at the bar at 7 PM sharp. I was now more scared then anything else. The bar was in the heart of black town, and there were more news stories from here then anywhere else in the city. As I closed the door to my car, I looked myself over in the reflection of my window. I was wearing a crop top that showed my stomach. It was low in the front and a lot of cleavage was showing as well. The skirt I had on was extremely short and you could see the tops of my stockings. I was not to wear a bra and my panties were white silk, put on over the garter belt. I had also applied a lot more make up then I normally would, Devon liked me looking like a whore.
The large bouncer at the door looked at me like a piece of meat. It sent shivers down my spine... or more accurately, to my clit. He said nothing and let me pass. The bar had about 25 people in it... I noticed that I was the only white person there, except one other female. She was sitting at a booth table in the back corner next to Devon and two other men. I went over to them. One of them men got up and I slid in. I almost laughed when I noted that it was now boy/girl/boy/girl/boy. They carried on their conversation like I had been there the whole time.
I looked at them. One of the men was an easy 250 pounds of muscle, the other not far behind him. Both of them I guessed to be in their late teens, as usual. I wondered how they got into the bar. The girl was even more of a wonder. Very attractive blond, but I was wondering if she were even out of high school yet. Her eyes were glassed over and I knew from the look that she was high on something, probably crank.
As the conversation continued, one of the men put his hand inside my thigh and moved to upwards towards my pussy. This motion caused my skirt to ride up revealing my white silk panties and garter belt. Without thinking, I tried to close my legs. The other man noticed this and he grabbed my other leg. They both draped one of their legs over mine and this put me in a spread eagle type position. The first man then started to roughly massage my pussy. At this exact moment, the bartender came over with a fresh pitcher of beer. He looked right at my exposed panties and a look of hunger came over him. God, here I was being exposed and used in public for others to see. The effect from this humiliation was almost instant; I came.
