Shannon And Ashley Pt 04

Previously, Shannon was abducted by a group of six men after she shared a dark fantasy with her husband. She was forced to serve the men, then restrained to a bed, where a larger group of men had sex with her. Shannon struggles with her alter ego, the part of her that enjoys being a slut, the persona that her captors have named Ashley. Ashley has admitted that the men satisfy her more than her husband and has also shared her other fantasy of being a stripper. The men have told her that if she willingly follows their directions for one more night, they will release her and take her home.

Shannon and Ashley Part 4

'Good. You have a big night in front of you. If you are Ashley, you will have a good time and we will take you home. Do you understand?'

'Yes Dan,' I told him.

'Tonight you are going to be that person that you just pictured in your dream. We are going to take you to a strip club and offer men the opportunity to use you, to grope you, to have oral sex with you, to fuck you. I want you to actually experience that feeling you yearn for, naked, exposed, vulnerable, selling your body to men. I want you to feel the same way you felt in your dream, the feeling that caused you to orgasm.'

I was horrified.

I begged him, 'Please Dan, I can't, not with strangers, not with strange men.'

He ignored me at first, telling the men to make sure they grab everything and close up the trailer, adding that he hoped they didn't have to bring me back. Then he looked at me.

'You're worried about strangers? After last night? The only difference tonight is that instead of being handcuffed to a bed, you'll be selling your body to those strangers. And if you can't do that, then we will be back here again and you will serve them here. Put Shannon away.'

It was almost dark outside when the men had gathered several duffle bags and the leftover beer and said they were ready. The driver said he had my belongings and Dan grabbed my leash and told me it was time to go. The fully dressed men led me outside and into the back of the cold van. My naked body shivered as the driver started the van and turned up the heat. Dan climbed into the passenger seat and the two men that had brought me here were in the back with me, although this time they weren't holding me down.

I heard the doors of the sedan close and we were on our way. I continued to tremble and my teeth chattered as I sat nervously on the thin blanket, my back against the cold metal wall of the van. I watched our journey as we all sat silently and traveled out of the country and back towards the city. It was a long drive but we eventually pulled into a parking lot where the van was illuminated by bright neon lights.

Dan called me up to the front of the van and asked me if I recognized where we were. I told him I didn't.

'This is Lucy's. We are by the airport. I picked this place because it's only about 15 minutes from your house so it'll be easy for you to get here. Plus they have amateur night on Wednesdays. Hump day.'

He laughed at his own joke, and then continued, 'Look at how full the parking lot is. Maybe you'll get lucky and one of your neighbors will be here and want to use you.'

I became more and more timid, the reality of what I was going to have to do setting in on me.

'Listen closely Ashley, this is how tonight is going to work. A couple of guy are going to go talk to some of the patrons here and see if anyone wants to come out to the van. Your job is to act like the stripper slut you are in your dreams and sell yourself to them.'

I begged him, 'Please Dan, don't make me do this.'

'You're going to do this if you want to go home. Once I am convinced that you know how to play your role out here in the van, then we are going to take you inside where you can work the crowd and really fulfill the fantasy in Shannon's pretty head.'

The two men in the back of the van with me got out and I watched one of them head inside with one of the black men from the sedan. Dan tuned the radio to a station playing popular dance music and turned the sound up, creating a new silence in the van. I watched, through the windshield, every new patron that walked into Lucy's, judging each of them. Some looked normal, some looked seedy, some looked disgusting and some looked mean.

And as I watched men entering, I filled with anxiety anytime a patron exited the club, wondering if they were coming to our van, coming for me to service them. And it didn't take long before a middle aged man wearing a green baseball hat and a white hooded sweatshirt walked directly to the van. The driver rolled down the window and the man said he was sent out here by a tall black man inside. They told him to climb in from the side door. As he walked around the van, Dan threw a handful of condoms in the back, scattering them across the blanket and reminded me to play my role.

The man climbed in and looked at me kneeling in the back, then moving closer to me. I felt tiny, small, frail, weak and helpless.

I felt ashamed.

The man said hello and reached out and felt my breast for a moment before Dan interrupted.

'Ashley, you need to figure out what your customer wants and how much it's going to cost.'

I couldn't believe he expected me to negotiate the sale of my body. The man with me told him, and me, that the men inside said he could get a blow job for fifty bucks. He then handed the money to me. I took it and Dan made me count it before handing it to him.

'Give the man what he paid for.'

I reached forward and began to undo the man's jeans while he felt my breasts and my body's. I pulled his penis out, he was already completely rigid, and I slowly stroked it. We were in an awkward position because there were no seats in the back of the van. I asked him if he wanted to lay down or sit and lean against the side of the van. He chose to sit which complicated access to his cock.

Still concerned about strangers, I found a condom and opened it, and rolled it over his cock, something I hadn't done since I was a young college student. I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, immediately realizing how awful the lubricant tasted and how different the texture of latex was in my mouth. I noticed the flashes of my phone taking pictures as I began to work his cock.

The latex of the condom made it very difficult to stimulate his erection. And the latex also seemed to require much more spit. But I worked his cock with my lips and and my hand, bent over, on all fours, in between his legs. One of his hands remained on my head, controlling me, the other felt my breasts, my body, reached for my ass and my vagina, probing them when he could. He began to push my head further down on his cock, making me gag each time as he continued to fuck my mouth. Finally he came and I could hear him moan as I felt him pulse in my mouth, sensing the reservoir tip of the condom growing with his cum.

I was humiliated as he held me on his cock after he came, finally releasing me.

Dan told me to remove his condom and thank my customer and I did as he asked, kissing the man on the cheek. The man handed me a $5 bill, grabbed my ass, and said thank you, to Dan.

I knelt there, holding the used condom and a $5 bill. I was a whore now.

Dan took a picture.

He told me that I wasn't good enough, that I didn't lure my customer in, didn't connect with him, wasn't seductive, wasn't slutty. He told me I needed to be better if I wanted to go into the club and reminded me I wasn't going home unless I did. Then he asked me how it felt.

I sheepishly replied, 'Embarrassed, humiliated, ashamed.'

'Good,' he smiled, 'let go of all of your dignity.'

I already had.

There was a knock on the window and quickly the side door of the van opened and closed as a man in a sport coat, dress shirt, and dress pants climbed in. He was balding, smelled like beer and was loud. I decided I had to try to fulfill my role as I was expected to and once the man was in, I approached him and began to slide his sport coat off telling him to get comfortable. I leaned in and whispered in his ear while his hands held my ass, asking him what he was interested in.

He said he wanted me to suck his cock and handed me money he had already pulled from his wallet. I counted the fifty dollars, mostly in fives, and handed it to Dan before turning to my customer and asking his name. He told me to call him 'sir' which was just the beginning of his overbearing, overinflated personality. I unbuckled his slacks and reached in to feel his penis. It was soft but began to harden in my hand and it was certainly a decent size. As I pulled it out of his underwear, I told him how nice his cock was.

I asked him if he wanted to lay down or sit against the side of the van and he chose to sit, while chastising me for not having a better place for him to be seated. I straddled his legs, his erection resting against my pelvis, his hands exploring my body. I talked dirty to him for a minute, addressing him as sir, before reaching for one of the many condoms strewn across the van. Before I could open it, he became aware of the dog collar on my neck and the chain leash attached to it, and my encounter was about to change.

He suddenly became empowered and went from overbearing to domineering, and mean. He grabbed the chain near my collar and lifted me. As he raised me, his erection slid down my abdomen and sprung between my legs, the head now brushing the lips between my thighs. He wasn't someone I would have considered in shape, but he was certainly stronger than me and a feeling of helplessness washed over me. The collar painfully held me up while my knees scrambled to support me and I panicked, wondering if Dan would step in.

He asked if I wore the collar because I was a bitch, a dog in heat, and made me answer him 'yes sir'. He lowered me and as he did, the head of his erection slid further back in the folds of my lips getting dangerously close to my entrance. My knees held me up to prevent his unprotected cock from violating me, but he tried to lift and push in.

'Please don't sir,' I asked.

He relented and I lifted myself, pulling his penis out from between my legs, then proceeding to roll the condom onto his penis. I moved and curled up next to him taking his latex covered penis into my mouth. The lubricant and latex mixture again tasted awful. His cock filled my mouth and I used my hand to help me as I tried to work quickly, hoping to be done with him. He degraded me the entire time, calling me a cunt, a whore, his bitch.

He held onto the chain tightly with one hand while the other pushed my head onto his cock repeatedly. Then suddenly he pulled the chain and my body up, holding me there while his hand groped me, grasping my breasts then painfully twisting my nipples, probing my genitals, roughly inserting two then three fingers. He would then yank my face back to his cock and tell me to take it deep.

This happened repeatedly and each time he was more forceful and each time I returned to his cock he pushed my head further onto his penis. The last time that he yanked me up, he made me turn around and bend forward, at which point he probed my vagina and then pushed his fingers into my ass. He demanded that I tell him how much I liked it before removing them and shoving them in my mouth.

When he shoved me back on his cock I knew I had to bring him to climax quickly and focused on my efforts. He began to comment on 'how much his bitch wanted his cock' and also began to thrust his cock into my throat. I began to gag and this only encouraged him as he began to push me down further, now holding me there longer and longer.

At points I couldn't breath and I became more and more afraid. I was completely helpless.

I had no choice but to make him cum and eventually he did. And as he did he held my face pressed into his groin, his balls against my chin, my nose in his pubic hair. I continued to gag, my eyes watered, and I tried to lift my head up. Soon I was off, breathing heavy to catch my breath, wiping the tears off of my face, but he still held the chain tightly.

I couldn't believe how full his condom was, all of the rough play clearly excited him. I took his condom off and helped him get his pants zipped and buckled. The man gave me a five dollar tip and then Dan asked for a picture. The customer knelt, holding my leash tightly, and I was told to smile and hold his full used condom in one hand and my tip in the other.

The man was quickly gone and Dan was amused with the pictures, laughing as he showed them to me. The picture was humiliating and captured how helpless I was. I yelled at him for not helping me and he told me that once I had taken the money, I was the customer's to use and he was only stepping in if they were hurting me.

I told him that I needed some water because I was going to throw up from the taste of the lubricant and latex. He said all he had was beer and opened a bottle, which I quickly drank to clear the taste and to calm my nerves.

I hoped I had satisfied Dan with my efforts, but he said although I had improved, I had more work to do.

'You act like you're above this. Like you are just trying to get through this. You need to own that this is who you are. You need these men, you need their money, you need them to use you. This is who you are now.'

He was right about one thing, I did need this, because I needed to go home. I was confused and unsure now how long I was going to be here or if it would ever end. My respite was quickly over as there was a knock on the window. I listened, but couldn't clearly hear the extended conversation. Dan began to roll up his window and turned to me.

'No condoms, I want to see the cum on your face.'

He was so calculated. He knew I would have argued had he told me that before, but now I had to perform and I couldn't fail his expectations. The door opened and two guys stood there, both younger, likely still in college or maybe just graduated. They climbed in and closed the door. They were nervous and immature, but cocky as well, and I wondered how much experience they had.

I knelt in front of them, they were kneeling as well and couldn't stop staring at my breasts. In order to break the ice, I grabbed a hand of each one and brought it to my breasts and told them it was ok to touch. Their faces lit up as they gently groped me and stared at my cum covered, tear stained face.

'You boys are so gentle. I like that. I also like that I get two young horny men to play with. What are you guys hoping to do?'

They were unprepared, asking what they could do as their hands began to wander across my body.

'Well, you kind of have two choices, you can either let me make you cum with my mouth, or if you want, you can fuck me. You can take me from behind, or I can spread my legs and you can penetrate me, or I could climb on top of you and ride you to orgasm. But they all cost you.'

After some discussion, they decided they could only really afford the blow jobs. They awkwardly pulled out their cash, some twenties, a bunch of fives, and a lot of balled up ones. After we all counted the cash, $100 in total, I handed the cash to Dan and told the men we should get started.

They began to undo their jeans and I asked them to stop, telling them that I wanted to unwrap my presents. I moved in close to them and undid their jeans while their hands became more bold, exploring my body. I pulled their cocks out and they were both fully erect already, and probably already on edge. I slowly stroked each of them lightly, telling them how impressive their erections were.

I asked them how they wanted to go about this, did they want me to focus on one at a time or, should I alternate between the two of them. I added that I thought they would last longer if I alternated between them. They agreed and also decided they wanted to remain kneeling side by side rather than sit down or lay down.

'I usually make men wear condoms when I have any kind of sex with them. But you both have such beautiful penises, I want to take them in my mouth without anything on them? Are you ok with that?'

They both eagerly said yes.

'Do you think you can control yourselves? Because if we do this, you can't cum in my mouth. You have to pull out and I can finish you or you can. And if you do it, you can shoot it on my face. I'd like that.'

I think they both almost erupted right then, but both assured me they could and would control themselves. I kept my ass up in the air as I bent forward and took the first cock in my mouth. It was much easier to pleasure a naked erection, to use my tongue on the underside, to use my lips across the ridge of its head and down the shaft. I switched quickly to the second man, paying equally close attention to the details of his hard member. I alternated frequently because I was certain neither would last long and I was certain a quick ending wouldn't satisfy my captor.

The boys became more bold, groping me when I wasn't sucking them, talking to each other about me, about the cocksucker I was, about the skills I had, commenting on how much I was enjoying it. One of them moved behind me while my mouth was around his partner's cock and began to feel my ass, then running his fingers up and down the folds of my lips. I paused and told him that it felt good when he was gentle.

He then inserted first one finger and then a second, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as he began to finger fuck me. The boys now remained at opposite ends of me so I began to rotate back and forth while sucking them, my lips wrapped around one cock, my head bobbing up and down, while my vagina was fingered and probed by the other man. But at one point one of them became bold and I felt him place his unprotected penis against my entrance, and begin to apply pressure as he held my hips. I stopped sucking but kept my ass up ready to take him.

'You can take me if you want, but you are going to need to put a condom on and it'll cost you another hundred dollars. I'd love to feel a man like you inside of me if you can afford it.'

He pulled his penis away and I went back to sucking them. Soon they were beginning to breath heavier and I asked them if they were ready to cum and both said they were close. I told them to cum on me and then laid on my back between them, as they now masturbated above my head. I talked dirty to them while they stroked, telling them how big and meaty their cocks were. And when I told them I hoped they would come back and fuck me, they both came, shooting their ropes of pent up semen across my face.

I went to wipe my face, I could feel semen on my lips, on my forehead and in the corner of my right eye and Dan told me to stop. He crawled over and took a close up picture of my face, then asking the boys to kneel closer so he could get a picture of their dicks over my face. Finally he had me get on my knees in between them, hold a cock in each of my hands and smile with my cum covered face.

One of the guys asked Dan for a copy of the pictures, offering his phone number and Dan confirmed he texted them.

There was suddenly a flurry of activity as Dan told me not to touch my face, told the boys to get dressed and get out and rolled down the window to talk to someone. I sat against the side of the van, trying to ignore the cum slowly trickling down my face, wondering if my performance had pleased Dan, and somehow feeling less distraught than before.

But that was about to change.

The boys opened the door to leave and as they did, a very large black man entered the van. He was tall, very muscular, but also had a bit of weight as well, and I became very aware of my diminutive stature. He silently studied me, his eyes tracing along my body as I sat timidly with arms wrapped around my knees pulling them tightly to my chest.