Delicious Whore Pt.1

She becomes addicted to sex with him, and lets him take her down a dark path.

I was 26 when I met him—R. I was working as a lawyer—I was doing pretty well; I had always been smart, and having a pretty face, nice manners and a good figure never hurt anyone either. I was no dummy, swept off my feet by a charmer. It was just that he was remarkable. Rich, handsome, easy manners; very casual but also very personal when he spoke to you. I met him at a party, where he made it clear he liked me, liked my looks—in a very direct way, without any bullshit, but managed to be flattering and engaging. I was charmed, in spite of myself. I liked him too, and liked his friends, and basically invited myself back to his flat, where he entertained me for a little while, and then, delightfully, uninhibitedly, masterfully, fucked my brains out. I had never been taken to such heights, or felt it so intensely. I thought I was in love. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 31 minutes

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Delicious Whore Pt.2

R passes her on to a more demanding owner, Sir D.

In the lobby of a small and obviously very exclusive hotel, he stopped me. 'Chloe. Today— today I’m trusting you not to let me down. Don’t worry— you won’t— I know you’re ready.' We arrived at a very exclusive restaurant on a hotel terrace, a few floors up— very luxurious, even by his standards. I was flattered, impressed, to be taken somewhere so special. We were led to a table by the Maitre D’. I felt eyes on me, but as long as I was with R, I gloried in being so obviously dressed to excite sexual attention. Then I realised we were heading for an occupied table. A man a decade or so older than R, very strong looking, rich looking, but restrained, calm, easily confident and assured. His face a little ugly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 41 minutes

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Freckle Tits

The reality of 'public use' is shockingly forced upon her.

This had never happened before, and it was devastating. Beyond anything. She didn’t know how she would stay sane. Inside her mind, a voice—the voice of reason, of normality—was screaming at her to end this—now! To get away, to resist, to tell them they were fucking mad to expect anything more of her, that she was not just some helpless slut… Except, of course, that she was… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes

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Delicious Whore Pt.3

She is broken in.

The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability—I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am—a slut, a degenerate, a whore. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes

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Delicious Whore (Pt.4 deprecated - a dead-end)

Soon to be deleted.

This chapter is deprecated. It goes too far, too fast. It is here only as a record of failure. It will be deleted once a rewrite is complete. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes

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Moving Her On Pt1—The Next Morning

The morning after being whored to her lover's friends.

Waking the next morning, unaccustomed dull fires reminding her of outrage, of cruel abuse of her most intimate places, she knows that something has changed inside her, that she has lost something. It's hearbreaking. The heartbreak is not, though, for lost innocence, for the bright promise of her relationship with him now violently shifted into a new, unknown territory. The heartbreak is is driven by the new knowledge of what is inside her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes

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Timmy Pt.1

He tells her how it will be, then takes her.

I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I'm called anything that gets my attention (and I'm shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like 'pussy', 'cunt', or 'whore', but occasionally I do still get 'Timmy'. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming—that I'm going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further away from the fantasy that I could ever mean anything. Some step that will be agony to take, but which both I and whoever it is asking for it know that I will be helpless to resist. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 39 minutes

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Somehow…

A happy-go-lucky girl finds herself the sex slave of a narco.

Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She’d met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He’d invited her on holiday. 'But I’ve got my exams!' But she’d laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She’d asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. 'Yeah, yeah', he’d said; 'The young ones are mainly sex slaves.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes

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Tell Them

She is made to recount the history of her submission.

Without raising her eyes above the level of his knees, the girl turned her head toward our host. She was obviously twitchy. 'Tell them—tell them how you became a sex slave. Tell them how it was for you. Look up. She shudders, as if an electrical shock had passed through her. Naked, on her knees, she slowly raised her head, blushing a little. Her lips trembled a little, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. At last, after clearing her throat, she spoke, breathy, nervous, but clear enough; 'Ah hahmm… I … I’m sorry. I … I haven’t been permitted to speak for three weeks. Aah… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes

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Sweetie

She gave herself to a seductive mistress, only to become the common possesion of a whole network.

And so here is Sweetie, entering the room, heart rate kicking up, as it always does when she comes into the presence of the woman whom she considers (still, despite everything) to be the most important person in her universe, the most wonderful, the most remarkable, the most awe-inspiring, the most beautiful, the most terrifying, the most cruel, the most greedy, the most callous—in short, the one that makes her heart race and her knees wobble, her pussy get warm and her nipples stiffen, her mouth go dry, so that, even if it were not required behaviour, she would need to wet her delicate tongue tip and put it out to moisten her lips. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 38 minutes

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