I’m glad that you see it my way, Nicholas replied warmly.
I can only imagine that staying here would be, let’s say, difficult for you. Anyway, it’s terribly late, we should be heading home. Follow me.
Her mind still reeling from the earlier events, Jenna robotically obeyed his instruction. Walking down the street, he stopped in front of what she assumed to be his car – an unremarkable gray coupe. Nicholas paused, looked Jenna over, and let out a disappointed sigh.
What? Jenna asked nervously.
Did I do something wrong?
I wouldn’t say that you did anything wrong, he answered,
but look at your clothes. No offense, but I’m not crazy about getting cum all over the inside of my car.
Jenna looked down and immediately understood what he meant. The woman earlier had indeed slimed her; large splotches of semen covered her outfit. Jenna tried to wipe it away but found the task to be impossible.
Yeah, I don’t think you’re going to be able to get clean enough like that, he chided.
You’re going to have to lose the clothes. They’re far too conservative for you anyway.
You’ve got to be kidding! Jenna exclaimed, unable to believe that someone would actually suggest that. She wasn’t the type of woman to strip in front of a man she just met in private, let alone on a public street.
Fine, whatever, he spat back.
I’m kidding. Goodbye.
Without further words, Nicolas unlocked the driver’s side door and got in his car. Without looking up, he started the engine. Panicking, Jenna pounded on the window to get his attention. With a look of boredom and frustration on his face, he looked over and cracked the window.
I’m sorry! she pleaded, her words dripping with panic.
Please don’t leave me here. It’s just, I’m shy about my body, and I really can’t strip here. Please help me?
I can’t imagine why you’d think that I’d be interested in your excuses, Nicolas replied dryly.
I’m not. I’ll cut you slack, but only a little. Lose the clothes in the next 60 seconds, and you can get in. Alternatively, keep them on and stay here on your own – I suspect someone else will remove them soon enough.
Having delivered his ultimatum he rolled the window back up and glanced at his wristwatch. Jenna was terrified; she didn’t want to strip in public, but it was at least better than being gang raped by strangers the entire night. Choking back her shame she peeled off her t-shirt, kicked off her shoes, and removed the jeans. After putting her shoes back on she grabbed her clothes and again knocked on the window, now in her bra and panties. Nicolas slowly looked up, and again cracked the window just enough to talk. She wanted to scream at him to unlock the door so that she could get in the car already, but figured that would probably be a bad move.
I really hope you don’t think I’m going to let you bring those cum soaked rags into my car, Nicolas warned.
No, of course not, Jenna answered sheepishly, dropping her shirt and pants. She had hoped that, of course, but right now the desire to get in the car and out of the public was much stronger than her desire to not lose her clothing.
With the clothes back on the ground, Nicolas smiled, reached over, and unlocked and opened the passenger door. Jenna immediately jumped in the car and slammed the door behind her, then curled up into a ball. Laughing at her obvious shame, Nicolas put the car in drive and pulled out into the road.
You know, that position is really unsafe, Nicolas cautioned.
If we were to get into an accident you wouldn’t stand a chance. In fact, I think I’m going to have to insist that you sit up straight and fasten your seatbelt.
I can’t! cried Jenna.
Fair enough Nicolas sighed, pulling over to the side of the road.
Obedience is an important trait in your situation, and sadly, one that you seem to be lacking. I’ll spare you the lecture, though, and wish you well. Exit the vehicle now.
Wait, please no! Jenna begged. She immediately sat up straight and fastened her seatbelt, hoping to change his mind. She pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but he only shook his head.
Bit late for that, he informed her.
Still, I can see that you’re sorry, so I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Don’t fuck it up, I won’t give you another.
Jenna sat completely still as Nicolas rolled her window down. She wanted to stop him, but realized that she was powerless to do anything other than make him angry with her. Forcing herself to remain silent and still, she bit her tongue as Nicolas waved a passing pedestrian over.
Hey man! Nicolas began.
Listen, I’ve got a new girl here, and I’m feeling charitable. Want to fuck her mouth?
Hell, normally I’d love to, the stranger answered,
but your timing sucks. I just fucked some slut around the corner like literally two minutes ago, don’t think I can go again that quick.
Jenna breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t particularly dislike oral sex, but being offered to a stranger was an entirely different matter. She silently thanked whatever god was protecting her for the mercy she had received.
Too bad, Nicolas replied.
I’d still like to help you out, though. Say, did she clean you up after you finished?
Actually, the stranger answered,
she didn’t. Kinda sucks, too – she was sloppy as fuck. Don’t know if it was her juices or the cum of whoever went before me, but she was wet as all fuck. You don’t mind if I use your bitch’s mouth to clean up?
Not at all, my good man! Nicolas laughed.
And I assure you, despite any protests she might make, she doesn’t mind either. This bitch absolutely loves cum, it’s almost disturbing.
Nicolas’s comment hurt. She wanted to scream out that it was a lie, that she hated cum, but she was afraid to correct him. As the stranger unzipped his pants and pulled out his genitals she pondered how strange it was that of all the things that were wrong with the situation, an off-hand comment was the thing she was taking issue with.
Don’t fuck this up, Nicolas warned her.
I’m not giving you another chance.
His words echoing in her mind, Jenna reached out the window and gently wrapped her hands around the stranger’s limp penis. Repressing the urge to gag, she slowly stuck her head out the window, extended her tongue, and gingerly licked the tip. To her disgust, Jenna tasted not only semen but also vaginal fluids.
Hey, I don’t want to start any shit, the man called to Nicolas,
but I thought you said she loved cum. I’m not calling you a liar or anything, but she seems disgusted here.
Yeah, Nicolas answered,
I thought she loved cum too. I hope I’m not wrong, as I can’t imagine taking a stuck-up whore who thinks that she’s too good for cum back to my house; but I guess we all make mistakes.
Jenna understood the warning. She forced herself to ignore the taste and the knowledge of what that taste was, closed her eyes, and went to work. Realizing that Nicholas probably wanted her to put on a show, she debased herself as much as she could – greedily licking the man while moaning in pleasure.
Focusing on cleaning the stranger, Jenna found it impossible to ignore the taste. She tried not to think about it, but found the task impossible. As she bathed the phallus with her tongue, she found herself wondering how many different men contributed to the goo that she was licking. Although the idea that she was being forced to taste the semen of multiple strangers disgusted her, at the same time it felt oddly exhilarating.
Taking the penis into her mouth, Jenna noticed that it seemed a bit larger, and noticeably less limp than it had been when she started. She hoped it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, but as time progressed it was looking increasingly improbable. After a few minutes Jenna found it impossible to maintain such delusions, as the penis in her mouth was now fully erect. She looked at Nicholas, as if to ask what to do.
I have no idea why you’re looking at me, Nicholas sighed.
I’m certainly not the one that got him hard, that was you. Let this be a lesson to you: if you go around licking men’s cocks, they’re occasionally going to get hard. Now, be a big girl and take some responsibility for your actions. Finish him off.
Jenna turned back towards the stranger and placed her lips over his penis. The stranger roughly reached into the car and grabbed Jenna by the back of her head while thrusting his crotch into her face. Jenna gagged as the tip of his penis probed deeper into her mouth than she was prepared for. She tried to pull back, but the stranger would not release her head.
As the stranger’s thrusts fell into a rhythm, Jenna found the act a lot more manageable. No longer gagging, she became an active participant; massaging him with her tongue while using her hand to play with his testicles. Noticing that his grip was no longer needed, the stranger released Jenna’s head.
To her surprise, she was more disappointed by the mercy than anything else. She wanted to be used roughly, to be forced into pleasuring this strange man; yet he seemed content to passively let her do the work. Though unhappy that he wasn’t being rougher with her, Jenna still enjoyed the act – she could feel the wet patch in her panties growing with every stroke.
Taking pleasure in the vulgarity of the situation, Jenna challenged herself to go deeper. With each stroke she found she could go just a little bit further before the urge to gag surfaced. Before long, she found her nose butting up against the man’s stomach with each stroke.
Eventually, the man put his hands back around Jenna’s head and grunted loudly. Though initially confused as to what was happening, Jenna quickly figured it out as her mouth filled with warm semen. She made a show of swallowing; moaning with pleasure all the while. She told herself that this was necessary to avoid punishment, but knew it was a lie. Though she didn’t understand why, she could not deny that the act she had just preformed had left her extremely aroused.
With the job done, she gave the penis a final lick. As the stranger zipped his pants back up, Jenna looked up at him, making eye contact. He looked back down at her and shot her a wide grin.
Did I do good, mister? she asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
You did fine, bitch he laughed.
And hey, buddy? Thanks man, I owe you one.
Not a problem Nicolas shot back, rolling up the window and driving off.
I’m actually pleasantly surprised with you, slut Nicolas admitted.
Before that performance I really thought I wouldn’t be able to keep you, but you’ve changed my mind. Now, don’t get too relaxed, you’re still completely capable of changing my mind, but for the time being I think you’re safe.
Thank you Jenna offered humbly.
And thank you for giving me another chance. I’m sorry that I had disappointed you earlier.
Don’t worry about it, he comforted her,
all is forgiven. Now, if you’d like to stay on my good side, you may wish to consider what happened. You displeased me by sitting in an unsafe manner, an act that I can only assume you committed in order to conceal your body. If you want to make me happy with you, you should probably move in the opposite direction – assume a pose that flaunts your flesh instead.
Jenna didn’t like that idea at all. She had always dressed modestly; his request went strongly against her core nature. Still, she had an idea of what he was capable of and didn’t want to provoke him into another demonstration. Choking down her shame she reminded herself that it was okay; she had no choice, after all. With a deep breath she thrust her chest forward and parted her legs, hoping it would please him.
Good girl, he complimented her.
I’m happy to see that you’re finally learning the importance of obedience.
While keeping his eyes on the road, Nicolas reached over and crudely grabbed her crotch. Jenna let out a quiet yelp in surprise, but otherwise didn’t resist. Staying completely still, she hoped that Nicolas wouldn’t notice the large wet patch in the crotch her panties, though that seemed unlikely.
So, he began,
I have a question for you. I forbade you from taking your filthy clothing into my vehicle. Do you remember why that was?
Uhm, because you didn’t want me to get cum in your car? Jenna answered nervously.
That’s correct, he replied.
I’m glad your memory is working, at least. Unfortunately, we have a slight problem. What exactly is that damp spot between your legs?
I’m sorry! Jenna pleaded, hanging her head in shame.
Is that so? he inquired sarcastically.
Strange, I didn’t know ‘I’m sorry’ is a substance, much less a wet one. I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for an answer. Again, little girl, what is that damp spot between your legs?
It’s my cum Jenna confessed.
I suspected as much he sighed.
Tell me, why are your panties covered in your cum?
I don’t know? offered Jenna. The irritated expression on Nicholas’s face made it clear that she would have to give a better answer.
I guess, I just got a little too into it back then?
Back then? asked Nicolas.
back then when you were sucking off a stranger, or
back then when you were making out with some random whore on a street corner?
Both, I guess, she whimpered.
So, let me ask you this: What kind of a woman do you think gets this wet in such vulgar, disgusting situations?
A slut? she offered hesitantly. It cut her deeply to say it, knowing that she was indirectly referring to herself. She tried to convince herself that she had to say it, it was what he wanted to hear, but it was futile. She knew that the word accurately described a woman who would respond as she did to the situations in question.
Very good, I’m glad I didn’t have to threaten you that time. Let’s hope that you can keep this up. So, continuing that line of reasoning, what does that make you?
It makes me a slut she admitted.
Good girl. Now, when a slut’s cunt gets wet, and there’s no one fucking it, what does she do?
I don’t know! she cried. She suspected she knew what he wanted her to say, but didn’t want it to be true.
Since you were doing so well, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that. Do not expect me to repeat such mercy. Now, answer the question.
She fucks herself? Jenna asked, hoping to be wrong.
Exactly. I’m sincerely hoping that I don’t have to tell you what to do next.
Knowing that protest was pointless, Jenna slid her hand into her panties – finding that she was much more aroused than she had realized. The thought of masturbating in front of an audience terrified her, but she knew she didn’t really have a choice. She told herself that all she had to do was go through the motions.
Tell me what you’re doing demanded Nicholas.
I’m doing what you fucking told me to do! screamed Jenna, snapping from the stress.
Oh, do calm down, chuckled Nicholas.
To be fair,
tell me may have been the wrong term – what I probably should have said was
narrate in explicit detail. Mistake in speech aside, though, it’s unwise to raise your voice to me. If you don’t want to be punished for this transgression you’d be wise to show me how sorry you are with an aggressive performance.
I’m sorry, Jenna whimpered, quickly remembering her place.
Okay, uhm, I’m rubbing my clit. I’m not sure what you want me to say.
You’re rapidly disappointing me, Nicholas sighed.
Don’t simply describe what you’re doing, tell me why you’re doing it and how it feels. Be honest and open; if I choose to punish you I assure you it won’t be because you were too vulgar.
Sorry Jenna repeated.
I’m rubbing my clit because it feels good. Jesus, I’m really wet – there’s literally a fucking puddle in my panties. I can’t stop thinking about sucking that guy’s cock. God, I can still taste it.
What did it taste like? Nicholas interrupted.
Salty, I guess. I could taste his cum – at least I think it was his. God, I have no idea how many guys’ I tasted there. He wasn’t lying, you know, he really did just fuck some girl. I could taste her juices on him.
As Jenna recounted what she was thinking at the time, she found herself remembering what she was feeling as well. Though scared and confused, she was also more turned on than she could ever remember being in her life. Hand still in her panties, she found that she was no longer just going through the motions.
So, you recognize the taste of pussy? Nicolas asked.
Tell me, little girl, are you a cunt licker?
No, nothing like that! she cried.
I mean, I’ve tasted myself. I’ve never been with a woman, though.
Fair enough. I should warn you, though, that will change. I’ll force you to pleasure other women for no reason other than to amuse myself. How does that make you feel?
God, that’s horrible. I’m really not gay, though. Honest.
I didn’t ask if you were, he retorted sharply.
And frankly, I don’t really give a flying fuck. You didn’t answer my question, though. I’m telling you that I’m going to force you to fuck women. Remembering the importance of a complete and honest answer, how does that make you feel?
A little grossed out, but to be honest, it’s kinda hot she admitted.
I kinda like the idea of being used like that, forced to do things that I don’t want to do just to please you. You’re really serious, aren’t you?
Of course I am, he answered.
But we’re getting side tracked. You said you’re extremely wet – show me.
Jenna quickly inserted a finger into her vagina for full effect and then removed her hand from her panties, holding it up so that he could see. Looking at it herself, she was amazed at just how wet it was. At the juices glistened in the light she found herself both ashamed and excited.
Good girl, Nicolas praised.
Now lick it clean and go back to fucking yourself.
Jenna obeyed, plunged the hand into her mouth. While licking it clean she quietly moaned, hoping that it would earn his favor. The job done, she slid her hand back into her panties and attacked her clit.
So tell me, he asked,
how does your taste compare to that of whatever whore you had tasted on that man’s cock?
I guess it’s a little sweeter, but honestly, I’m not really sure. I could taste her on him, I mean, but it wasn’t just her. It was a combination, her cunt and his sperm. All I taste on my fingers is my own cum.
Well, that won’t be a problem for long, he assured her.
This may very well be the last night of your life that your cunt isn’t dripping sperm. Speaking of which, I feel you should know that as soon as we get back to my place I’m going to rape you. I won’t be using a condom or pulling out, of course, so you’ll be going to sleep tonight with my cum dripping out of your little fuck hole. I’ll most likely dump some more in you in the morning, and after that – well, I may not know the details just yet but I can guarantee that I’ll be keeping that cunt of yours full of cum at all hours.
Jesus, she exclaimed,
Is it? he pondered.
I can imagine that intellectually, you might not be too happy about that. Fortunately, my concern isn’t with your intellectual preferences, but rather your sexual. Forget what your brain feels and tell me, how does your cunt feel about what I just said?
To be honest, she answered,
my cunt is literally drooling over the idea. I still hate it, though.
I’m okay with that, he laughed.
Speaking of your cunt, how’s fucking yourself going?
It’s going incredible. To be honest, I can’t even remember ever being this wet. Jesus, I think I’m going to cum!
Is that so? he asked.
Then I think it’s time for you to take a break. Hand out of your panties, slut.
But I‘m so fucking close! she cried.
I assure you, he replied coldly,
I’m fully aware of your state – and it changes nothing. Now take your hand out of your panties or face punishment.
Whimpering, Jenna obeyed the order. It was physically painful; so close to the edge she wanted nothing more than relief. She wanted to cry.
Poor girl, he comforted.
Don’t be too sad, I’ll let you cum eventually. For now, though, I need you to understand something. As my property, you will not orgasm without my permission. Is that understood?
I guess, she answered.
Can I please have permission? Please?
Soon he assured her. As the car came to a stop, a black pickup truck pulled up beside them. With a wicked grin on his face he rolled down the passenger side window. The truck’s driver peered out the window, and noticing Jenna’s nearly naked body motioned to his friend. Before Jenna knew it there were two strangers ogling her body, waiting to see what would happen next.
I think you’ve waited long enough, he smirked.
You may cum – assuming you can manage that before the light turns green. Fail to do so, and you’ll just have to wait until the next time that I’m feeling generous.
Jenna’s urge to reach the orgasm she had been denied overpowered her sense of shame. Ignoring the men in the neighboring truck, she slid her hand back down her panties. As her finger connected with her clit waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
Nice slut you got there! called out the truck’s driver.
Make her lose the bra, we wanna see her tits!
Nicholas let out a chuckle, looking Jenna dead in the eyes.
You heard them, he ordered.
Jenna groaned; more irritated by the interruption than the indignity of stripping down for strangers. Pulling the cups of her bra up until her breasts flopped out, she looked over at Nicholas to see if it would be enough. A disapproving look convinced her that it would not, and with a sigh she removed the bra entirely.
With the bra off, Jenna immediately returned to masturbating. Finding herself excited by the idea of an audience, Jenna put on a show. She spread her legs as wide as the car’s dimensions would allow and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, so that the men could get a better view. Curling her fingers she fucked herself hard, while moaning loudly for her audience’s amusement.
Before long, Jenna found herself on the verge of orgasm. Arching her back, she thrust her crotch upwards as the moment arrived. As a powerful orgasm took control over her body, Jenna cried out loudly. The men in the truck cheered her on, but she was so lost in her bliss that she barely noticed, let alone cared.
Nicely done, Nicholas commented, as the light turned green and he drove through.
I’m sure that they enjoyed the show.
Thank you, Jenna answered timidly. Coming down off the high of her orgasm, she was beginning to feel a bit ashamed of her behavior. Though her near-nudity seemed inconsequential mere moments ago, it was suddenly very difficult to ignore. Still, she knew better than to protest; and spent the rest of the ride sitting silently, hoping not to draw Nicolas’s attention.
After several minutes of awkward silence, Nicolas pulled into a driveway and parked the car. His house was a two story, single family home that looked about 50 years old to Jenna. The only thing that caught her eye was the yard – though most houses seemed packed fairly close together in Norton, Nicholas’s house had a fairly large yard separating it from his neighbors.
Welcome to your new home! Nicholas announced, a sinister tone in his voice.