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24 Hours A Week (fixed format, finished story!)
« on: January 22, 2019, 11:39:29 PM »
It was an abnormally hot night when it started.  Devlin was sitting at home in her living room watching tv yet again waiting for her boyfriend Jeff to get home.   She and him moved in together a year ago.  She was a 22-year-old white girl from the suburbs.  She met Jeff one night when her and some friends were out for drinks.  Her parents weren't overly happy about her moving in with a recovering gambling addict.  But she assured them he had been bet free for a long time and there was nothing to worry about.

But a mere three months into them living together he started going out after work.  At first it was once a week but now it's almost every night.  Things had started going missing from the house to.  She started noticing jewellery missing.  One-night last week he came home with cuts on his face and a black eye.  He said he fell but she didn't believe him.

She was cuddled up on her couch watch tv worried about him, then the phone rang.  When she looked at it her screen, she saw it was Jeff's phone number.

“Hello.” she said expecting to hear hey boyfriends voice.

“Please hold for Jeff.” said a deep gritty voice on the other end of the phone.

She was surprised and confused. “Baby?” Jeff said.  He was noticeably in pain.

“Jeff, what's going on?” Devlin asked concerned.  She had never had to deal with something like this before.

“Baby I owe someone some money.”

She was equal parts scared and angry.  She stood up and started to pace back and forth in the living room of their condo.  “how much?” she asked

The pause after her question made it especially scary until his eventual reply.  “Fifty thousand dollars.”  She shivered as her heart sunk deeper into her chest.  “But listen baby, I talked to the guy, he's reasonable.”  she felt a temporary moment of relief. He continued “He is sending someone over, I have to stay here he won't let me out of his sight.  His guy is going to see if we have anything that is worth taking.”

Her fear quickly turned to frustration. “How could you get us into this?”  she asked

“Baby” he said.  “There is one more thing, this guy they are sending is a complete tool.  You should wear something sexy.”

“What are you fucking kidding!”  she said “You want me to parade around like a slut?”  Devlin was a hundred and fifty pounds and most of that was in her tits and ass.  She has shoulder length blond hair and Green eyes.  She was a knock out to say the least that oozed sex appeal.   

“Come on baby, he'll be too busy staring at your fine ass.  He'll eventually feel bad and probably let us go.” he said

She thought about it for a moment, she couldn't believe her boyfriend was willing to let her get all sexy for some other guy just in the hopes they will let us go for yet another debt of his.  “Fine.” she said and hung up.

Jeff sat in a tied to a chair beat to shit.  He had two massive men on either side of him and in front of him a fat 56-year-old mobster named Edward Vino, leaning in close to Jeff's face.  “You're a sad sad man Jeff.” he stood up straight and looked at the man on Jeff's left.  “Did you call the specialist?”

“Yes sir.” the man said. “He is in route.”

Devlin sat at the dinner table wearing a tight red dress with a skirt the barley covered her ass.  The dress fought to keep her tits contained as they were almost popping out, making her double d tits look even more tempting.  Her lips were bright red and mascara made her eyes pop.  She stared at the wall angry that she was wearing a dress for a stranger that she had only ever worn for Jeff in their bedroom.  She was never overly comfortable dressing like that in public.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a slow but loud knock at the front door.  She stood up and started to walk towards the door, the clicking of her red high heels echoed off the thick concrete wall of the condo.  She reached the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.   

Standing there was a massive man.  He had to be at least 6'6.  He was wearing a tight black t shirt with black cargo pants.  His arms were as big as her waist.  He looked hard, like a soldier.  He had a big gym bag around his shoulder.  She looked up to his face which was partially covered in un shaven stubble, he had salt and pepper hair with dark brown eyes that at first glance, looked black.  She felt an un easy feeling wash over her as he stared down at her in her sexy tight red dress, her tits exploding out of the top.

“I'm Mr. Allan.  You know why I'm here right?”  He said with a stern look on his face.

“Yes you- you are here to see if there is anything you can sell right.” Devlin said with a tremble in her voice.  She had never felt so vulnerable, she was dressed like a slut and she felt like a bug compared to this guy.   

Mr. Allan proceeded to push his way past her almost knocking her into the wall as he made his way into their apartment.  She looked out into the hall, she couldn't help but want to run into its safe emptiness.  But she knew this wouldn't take long though, and the quicker she let this guy take their meagre belongings, the quicker he would be gone.  She closed the door and turned around.   

When she walked into the living room Mr. Allan was sitting on the couch.  He settled just like he was at home, like he owned the place.  He looked her up and down.  She could see him eyeing her curves and focusing on her tits.  He turned his attention to his gym bag and cracked open the zipper.  He looked up at her in silence as he reached in.  She could feel her anticipation grow as his hand disappeared into the bag.  Her stomach felt warm as he pulled his hand out to show he had simply grabbed a beer.  He cracked it open and leaned back as he took a swig.

She couldn't stand the quiet anymore.  “So, what would you like to look at fist Mr. Allen?”  she asked.

He stood up and walked up close to her.  He put his massive hand on her arm and said “Let's have a drink first sweet heart.”  He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses.  He walked over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs.

“Sit!” he said demandingly pointing at the chair.”  She walked over and sat in the chair struggling to keep her skirt from popping up.  She could see Mr. Allen eyeball fucking her, he didn't make any effort to hide it.  He handed her a glass half full of the brown liquid.

He held his glass up and paused if to think for a moment and then grinned at Devlin “To beauty.” he said as he shot back the entire glass.  Devlin wasn't a huge drinker so she had a sip.

“What the fuck?” he said leaning into her. “it's an insult if you don't shoot the whole thing.”.  She took a deep breath and shot back the whole glass.  It knocked the breath out of her and she began to cough and gag.  Mr. Allan laughed hysterically as her tits bounced as she struggled to gain control of herself again.  With a slight tear in her eye she breathed out heavy.

“HOLY SHIT!” Said Mr. Allan “That was great.”

Devlin looked down and realized her left nipple had popped out while she was choking down that shot.  She quickly turned and stuffed her tit back into her tight dress.   

“Ok honey Jeff, your boyfriend told you that I'm here to take something that's worth money.  I have looked and there is nothing I can take to sell, and he knew it.  So, he is going to do some work for us to pay off the debt.”

Devlin left out a massive sigh of relief.  “Don't get too excited.” Said Mr. Allan. “The interest is racking up, ten thousand a week and at that rate he can't work fast enough to pay it off so he made a deal.”

Devlin shuttered in fear and anticipation as he looked her right in the eye.  He reached down and put his hand on her left thy, feeling her skin as he rubbed back and forth.  He could see her fear.

“You are the deal my dear.  Once a week you become property of our organization until the debt is worked off.”

“Wha- what do you mean?” She asked praying that he didn't mean what she thought.

“You, your body, your home your everything belongs to us for 24 hours.  To do with as we please.  You are our interest payment.”   

“Fuck that!” she said knocking his hand off her leg.  “I am not paying for Jeff's debt, not like that!”  She got up and turned around and started heading through the kitchen not realizing she was just giving Mr. Allan another good look at her ass.   

“Stop!”  Said Mr. Allan.  Devlin heard a clicking sound.  She stopped cold and slowly turned around and saw Mr. Allan pointing a gun at her.  She couldn't move an inch, she was terrified.  She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.  She fought to keep them at bay.

“This is what will happen, you become our property once a week for 24 hours.  You will be my slave in every way imaginable.  To me you are just property to be used and traded as I see fit.”  He said. Calmly.   

Her mind began to spin with fear from what he said as he casually held her at gun point, especially the traded part. What did he mean by that?

She started to sob at the thought of being turned into his sex slave. “Please, please don't do this.  You can have anything, I'll do anything just not that, please.”  She pleaded.

“Sorry dear not my choice, it's just business.  Now stop crying you little cunt!”  He said sternly, his whole personality had shifted.  “So, tell me who do you belong to right now?”  He asked with a grin on his face.

Devlin Stood there with her arms crossed, struggling to cover herself up. She coward in the kitchen terrified of Mr. Allan

“TELL ME!” he yelled suddenly making her jump.

“You!” she said quietly as she struggled not to cry.  “How many weeks will I have to do this?” she asked.

Mr. Allan looked at her like she was an idiot “Could be a month, could be a year, hell it could be today if Jeff gets us the money, he owes but, that's not likely.” he said.  He changed his demeanor to a more aggressive one, leaning into her and said.  “That's the last time you get to ask a question do you understand?”

“Yes.” she said as he walked in behind her, looking down on her supple body.  “This doesn't have to be bad, this can be fun for you.” he said She shivered has he put his massive hands on her shoulders and began to rub them.

“Relax Devlin and from now on, you call everyone sir.  Understand.?”  He wrapped his one hand around her throat and gently squeezed, as her ran his other hand ran over her should coming to rest between her breasts.  She trembled as he squeezed her throat just enough to render her fear to take over, along with his control.

Then he pulled her in even tighter and moved his mouth close to her ear, she could feel the heat of his breath. “You are our thing now.”   He whispered.

He released his grip on her “Go sit down.” He said pointing at the chair at the table.

She coughed and wiped away some tears as she sat back down in the chair.  She was terrified, this guy was going to do god knows what with her and she had no control.  Taking position behind her he ran his hands down her shoulders and over her massive DD breasts.  She closed her eyes and tried to calm her mind to that fact that this giant stranger was now squeezing her tits.  Then, abruptly, he stopped and walked into the living room.

She sat for a moment, her lip quivering in fear and anticipation.

He pulled one of the chairs from the dinner table over the centre of the living room and sat on it, setting his black bag on the floor next to him.  The chair creaked under his weight, he must have been 220-230 pounds.  He reached into his bag and pulled out another drink.

“Come stand in front of me.” He said.  Devlin stood up and slowly walked over to him.  She knew she looked like a total slut and now he was going to make her act like it.  She noticed the bulge in his pants, his cock, it looked massive and curiously she felt a pit in her stomach, a pit, building pressure.  She shook her head to get rid of the feeling.  She stood in front of him about two or three feet away.  He spread his legs apart and pointed at the ground in front of him.

She hung her head and stepped closer.  She stood inches away from him, her arms crossed and her head hung low, ashamed looked like whore, ashamed she would date someone that would put her into this position.   

Allan grabbed her arms and uncrossed them. holding them out, Mr. Allan drank in the curves of her body.  Devlin looking down could now see that the bulge in his pants is now almost double the length and twice as thick, his cock must have been at least 10 or 11 inches long and a few in circumference.   

Allan reached around her waist and ran his hands all over her body.  She stood there stiff as a board and he rubbed and squeezed her tits and ass. He ran his hand up her stomach and over her tits.  He grabbed the v neck of her dress and quickly pulled it down, her tits popped out and she tried to jump back but his other arm was wrapped around her, trapping her in his assault.  She reluctantly surrendered to her fate letting her tits crash into Mr. Allan's face.

He immediately opened his mouth and started sucking on her left breast while he slid his hand down, squeezing her ass.   

“OWE!” she yelped “YOUR SQUEEZING TO HARD!  PLEASE!”  Devlin pleaded for mercy.  But it Made no difference, Allan continued sucking her tit so hard she thought he had cut it, but when he finally stopped her nipple looked hard and erect but not cut.  He leaned back in the chair and looked at her standing there with her dress pulled down and her tits just hanging there still wet from there recent sucking.  Her skirt was partially pulled up revealing a pink thong.

“Lose the dress.” he said

She slowly stared to get undressed.  “Do it, sexier.” said Allan as he poured them glasses of whiskey.  This time they were bigger though, right to the brim. Allan sat back and grinned as she slipped the red dress down to the floor and stepped out of it.  She stood there, her hands at her side wearing a little pink thong.  He handed her a glass of whiskey.  This time she took it all down in two quick swigs with no hesitation.  Again, she coughed and gaged on the whisky and she felt it hit her almost immediately.   

She felt a wave move through her body and she relaxed a bit with herself.  She looked at the giant man in front of her.  He was rubbing his crotch and sipping on his whiskey.  He pulled her in close again her crotch was inches away from his face.  He breathed in deep and then violently ripped her panties off sending a sting of pain though Delvin's flesh.

Before she knew it, he had kicked out one of her feet, spreading her legs.  He gently opened the soft wet lips covering her clit.  He started to rub it.  She had gotten so wet through this, he was easily able to slip in one of his massive fingers.   

She let out a slight moan that surprised even her.  He started to move his finger in and out of her pussy faster and faster.  She felt it build up, but she was trying to refuse this asshole the honour of an orgasm.  He leaned in with his face and gripped one of her nipples with his teeth sending a shock of pain through her, causing her to scream out as she let go and came all over Allan's hand.  Shame and anger filled her as her body betrayed her wishes and just cum for this stranger.

Allan then stood up and took a step away from her toward the hall.  “Take me to you and your boyfriends bed room.”  he said smiling at her humiliation.  She walked in front of him leading them to the bedroom.  As she walked in front of him, he smacked her ass so hard it made her yelp a bit and it instantly went red.   

“That hurt!” she said.

“Oh, sweet heart, we don't care if something is hurting you.  You will feel pain, just like any other whore.  But you are a whore and I can't have you getting damaged.” Allan said smiling as he towered over her.  “In fact, a few tears just make me harder.”  He reached out with both hands and pinched her nipples harder than she thought possible. she let out a blood curdling scream as she coward and tried to grab at Allan's hands.

“STOP STOP STOP!” she pleaded as tears streaked down her cheeks, she desperately tried to push Allan's hands off but they wouldn't budge.  After a moment he let her go.  She grabbed her tits and cradled them as she fell back to the ground.  Her nipples were hard, erect and bright red.  She looked up at him and saw him looking down, smiling and rubbing his massive cock through his pants.

“FUCK YOU!” She screamed.

Allan looked at her, smiled and simply said “OK.”  and started to walk towards her.  He reached down and grabbed a hand full of her hair and lifted her up by it, she screamed as he forced her to her feet and dragged her down the hall towards the bed room.   Before they got to the door Allan threw Devlin into the room by her hair.  She hit the floor and rolled to a stop.  She started to get up when she realized she was on her knees and Allan was now right in front of her.

“You see my cock?”  He asked

“Yes.” she said.   

 “Then why aren't you sucking it?” He said demanding a response.

She leaned against the side of the bed and looked up at Allan.  He unzipped his pants and took his belt out with one quick motion.  He stood for a moment looking down at her, his right arm extended griping the belt tight. She realized what he could use it for and sat up immediately, grabbing his massive cock and pressed it against her lips.  She thought for a moment about what she was doing.  She had never done something like this, she had only ever fucked three guys and she dated all of them, her shame grew as she opened her mouth and took the head of Allan's cock into her mouth.   

It was massive, she was only as deep as his head, she couldn't imagine taking the whole thing.  With that thought Allan grabbed the back of her head and looked down at her.  “Look into my eyes.” he said with a grin and forced his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat.  She tried to scream, but was muffled by the cock in her throat.  She started to flail around, her arms frantically trying to push away as she struggled to breath.

Her eyes grew bigger and bigger with every inch.   With one final thrust he buried his cock to the hilt.  Her eyes poured tears as she frantically pushed her hands into his hips trying to pull the giant member out of her airway.  But his strength was too much for her to overcome.

He started to frantically fuck her face.  She was only able to get momentary gasps of air as he went in and out of her throat causing a loud chugging sound coming from her foaming mouth.  Just as she started to see spots and loose conscientious, she was given a reprieve.   

He withdrew his cock letting her breath in a giant gasp of air as she fell back.  She laid on the bed, breathing as if she had just run a marathon.  Gasping for air.  Her head spun as she tried to gain control of her body's functions again.

“Stand up.” Allan said standing over her, his cock still dripping wet with her spit. She complied and slowly stood up while trying to wipe off her face.

“Did I tell you to wipe off your face, or stand up?” Asked Mr. Allan.  She looked down at her feet. He reached out and squeezed her tits like a pair of clamps.  “Don't scream you little cunt.” She gritted her teeth and scrunched up her face and her tits felt like they were about to explode from his assault.  He yanked her in close to him.

“You do as your told, you do exactly as your told or you will be punished, severely.  Do you understand.? Cause It is very important to us that you understand.”  She nodded yes.  Devlin looked at him, he kept saying “us” it's important to “us”.  She was both confused and scared by his phrasing.

He turned her around.  “Bend over a touch your toes.” He demanded.

“Why?” She asked trembling

“BECAUSE OF THAT!” he yelled while pointing at her  “Because you ask questions, you hesitate when I tell you to do something.”  he reached back and smacked her across the face.  She stumbled back and held her face as it burned from the sting of his hit.   

“BEND OVER AND TOUCHN YOUR TOES!”  He demanded again.  His yell was deafening.  But since the walls of her condo are thick concrete it's unlikely anyone would hear his yell, or her scream.

She turned so that her back faced him, then bent down and touched her toes.  With her head now looking behind her, she could see Allen take his belt and ready himself for the first hit.  She closed her eyes tight and SMACK.  She let out a loud scream from the intense pain.  Allen look down at the new red mark across her ass that was left from the belt.

“Two per cheek should do.”   

SMACK, SMACK ,SMACK.  He hit her with his belt without mercy.  With each hit she screamed louder and louder.

“Stand up cunt.”  he said.  She started to wipe her tears away as she slowly and painfully stood up.

“Don't clean yourself off, not yet.  You do nothing till your told.”

“Yes sir” she said whimpering from her lashing.

“You call others sir, you call me master.”

“Yes master.” she replied

He reached out with both hands and grabbed her tits, squeezing them so hard she thought they might pop, as she tried to suppress her scream, her master leaned in to say “I do love to punish you though.”

He let go of her tits and smacked her across the faced, the sting of his open hand hit her just before her knees hit the floor and his cock hit her lips.  This time he didn't hesitate, he violently shoved his cock in her throat, fucking her face as fast as he could.  She gagged choked and coughed as his cock got harder and he got faster and faster.

She started getting light headed from the lack of oxygen.  He slowed a bit right before he shoved his cock deep into her throat spewing spurt after spurt of thick cum down her throat.

She desperately wanted to spit it out but with his cock in the way she had no choice but to swallow each load.  It seemed like gallons by the time he finally stopped and pulled his cock out of her throat.

She coughed and hacked up cum and it ran down her chin and coated her lips.  The salty taste made her quiver in a way she hadn't expected.  She slowly got to her feet and walk to the doorway.  Allan sat on the floor.  “That was great sweetie.  Can't wait to show you off.”

She was still slightly dazed when he said it, she wasn't really sure what he meant.  She stumbled into the hall, her throat was sore she needed water Allan seemed to be relaxing after coming in her throat.  As she got to the halfway mark in the hallway, she heard a loud knock at her front door.  She froze.

“Ah, the rest of my friends are here.” Mr. Allan said from the bedroom.

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Jeff had been standing outside of the apartment for nine hours.  They had put a guard there to make sure he didn't try anything stupid.   He sat there and waited.  He watched men come and go.  In the beginning he could hear Delvin's moans and screams for a moment when the door opened and closed.   

Twenty-four hours later Mr. Allan left.  He patted Jeff on the shoulder and said “You got a hell of a girl there, she's so out of it right now you could probably crack one off in her now and wouldn't even realize it.” he laughed  “we had to work her in there bud, she is on the fast track to become one of the bosses slave.”  he said as he walked down the hall.

Jeff ran into the bedroom and found Devlin, still naked and tied to the bed.  She had cum dripping out of her pussy and smeared all over her face and mouth.  Her hair was caked with the semen of god knows how many men.  He Felt like he had been hit by a truck.  He knelt on the bed.  Devlin looked up at him expressionless and said “Fuck me.”

“What!”  Jeff said.

“If you're going to trade me like a slut, then at least fuck me like one.” She said her eyes barley able to see through the cum on her face.  Jeff didn't know what else to do, so he pulled out his already hard cock and pushed it into Devlin.  As he pushed in, she moaned out loud and he could see cum overflowing from her pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper.  She wrapped her legs around him.

“FUCK ME!” She yelled.  Jeff couldn't resist her and started to fuck her harder and harder.  She moaned louder and louder till he could feel her pussy pulsate around his cock.  Then Jeff let go shooting his load deep into her pussy, just like several men had before him that night.

When he caught his breath, he untied her.  For the next two days he drank and Devlin tried to forget the what happened and tried to ignore it.  Thing was, it was just her first night, and they both new it.  They barely said two words to each other for the next week and as the day approached Jeffs phone rang.

“Hello Jeffery it's tony, I have Mr. Allen coming out on Thursday, we will be taking our girl to get some more training for her new job.”

“Yes sir.” Jeff replied, the words drenched in shame.  Tony was the big boss, the one who could order him dead for any reason.  He was also an evil son of a bitch, he feared about what he would do to Devlin, but feared what he would do to him first.

“Oh, and Jeffery if she runs, you're a dead man.” Tony hung up.  Jeff could feel himself go cold to the core, what had he done?

 

Day One

Training Day

 

The door of the apartment opened and Mr. Allen walked in.  This time he wore a nice business suit and carried a small paper bag from a fancy clothing store.  Jennifer walked out of the bed room wearing the same red dress she had worn.  There were still cum stains from last time that she couldn't get out, but it was all she had.

 Allan reached out and ripped the front of her dress down exposing her tits.  Jeff instinctively lunged forward but before he hardly moved Mr. Allen buried his fist in his stomach.  Jeff hit the floor barley struggling to get his breath back.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” Mr. Allen screamed.  He looked at Devlin standing there, her perfect tits still hanging out of her dress.  He smiled and looked down at Jeff.  “Now, I thinks it's time I see you who is in charge here.”   

He reached out and grabbed Delvin's hair.  “Ahh!” she yelped he she reached up in a futile effort to break Mr. Allan's grip on her hair.

“Get on your knees!”  he said as he pushed her down.  Jeff just laid there in the hall, frozen as he watched Allen pull out his giant semi hard cock.

Without thinking Devlin opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.  She hated that warm feeling she was getting from her anticipation, the tingle she felt run up her spine.  But she was glad that Jeff would be forced to watch this, glad he would be humiliated.

Mr. Allen shoved his cock into Delvin's mouth and down her throat.  She gagged and chocked as he slid his cock in and out of her throat, never letting his head leave her mouth.  She slurped on his cock, feeling a wave start to take her over.  She couldn't believe she was getting so turned on from such a violent face fuck from a man she hardly knows, but she could see Jeff out of the corner of her eye and his look was one of horror and disbelief.

Mr. Allen look down at Jeff and grunted louder and louder as he fucked Delvin's face.  “Hey, this one is for you ass hole.” he said.  Jeff hung his head clearly hating himself.

Devlin continued to slobber all over Allan's cock as he relentlessly fucked her throat.  She could feel him place his hand on the back of her head, and his other gripped around her jaw.   She couldn't help herself, she had reached down and started to play with herself.  She couldn't believe how wet she was.   

Just then Allen paused for a second then rammed his cock all the way down.  Her gaging couldn't deal and she started to heave.  He gave one more thrust and released spurt after spurt of creamy cum in her throat.   

He pulled his cock out and let go of her head.  She fell back into the wall and looked up at him.  Coved in slobber and cum leaking out of her mouth she realized she had started to play with herself.

“Stop playing with yourself slut.”  Said Mr. Allen.  “Put this on.” he said and threw the bag at her feet.  “Get cleaned up, get pretty.  We are going out tonight.”

She obediently grabbed the bag and looked at Jeff, who was sitting there shocked at her complacency in the whole ordeal.  She walked into the shower and locked the door.

Mr. Allen walked over to Jeff while he zipped up his pants.  He pulled out a business card the threw it at him.  It floated down to Jeffs chest.  He picked it up and looked at it.  It was a card for a warehouse.

“Next Friday Be there at 10 pm, We have a job for you to do.”

“What kind of job?” Jeff asked.

“The kind of job you take you little faggot.  Now shut the fuck up and go grab me a beer while I wait for my slut.”

Devlin could hear how Mr. Allen was belittling her supposedly loving boyfriend. She cared little for Jeff's feelings though. It's because of him she just got throat fucked and has to go do this "training".

Her mind stirred with the things Mr. Allen might subject her to.  Last week she had been fucked by six, maybe seven different men.  Each one took at least two rounds.  She reached into the bag and pulled out a black dress and put it on.

She looked at herself in the mirror, finding herself admiring her new dress. It had a mini skirt the fit tightly around her ass almost not covering her at all, perfectly displaying her ass.

Up to the dress had a deep v that went all the way down to the skirt. The material draped over her breasts, showing off her beautiful curves. The material was so thin you could see the shape of her semi hard nipples. Hiding beneath the thin almost see through material

She put on her black fuck me shoes, 7-inch heels, and noticed one more thing in the bag.

She reached in and pulled out a leather collar, it had a shiny metal ring on both the back and front. On one side was an engraved metal plate the said "I'm a whore".

She fumed at the idea of having to wear this for a perverted stranger.

She stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall. The two men looked her up and down.

"Lookin' good Devlin, get your make up on and be quick, your training won't wait forever."

She quickly applied a trick layer of mascara, red lip stick and powder.

When she walked out of the apartment Mr. Allen put his hand out stopping her.

"One more thing." he said with a grim on his face. He reached into his pocket and produced a short leather leash and clipped it onto her collar.

"Gotta keep whores like you on a tight leash."

The two walked out of the building towards Mr. Allan's car, all the while Devlin was being led like a dog. All the neighbours that walked by gave her stern judgemental looks. Her embarrassment was complete, or so she thought.

They walked over to his black muscle car. She instinctively started to walk towards the passenger side of the car but was stopped abruptly when Mr. Allen jerked her back with her leash.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as he popped the trunk open. "Whores don't get to ride shot gun, get in the trunk." He pulled her closer with his leash.

She looked around at the ten or so people that had stopped in their tracks and watched Mr. Allen Lead her around and direct her to the trunk.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked under her breath while she hung her head low and her face turned a bright red colour.

He leaned in, almost pressing his lips to her ear and whispered. "You get in the trunk, right fucking now or my boss will kill Jeff, slowly, and take you anyway".

The feel of his heated breath along with the words sent shivers down her spine. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek. "Please" she begged as she fought back tears "Let me have some dignity.”

"You're not going to get it. You, are, a, whore.” he said punctuating each word to emphasize their importance. “Dignity is a thing of the past.” he continued.  “Now let's not make this any worse by making me put you in there.".

With that she slowly stared to get into the trunk head first. Her short skirt slipped up over her ass revealing her black thong. Mr. Allan smacked her ass hard enough to make a loud crack. She yelped as he started to laugh. "Way to give the neighbours a show. Man, you really are a whore. Don't worry...we will turn you into a good little pain slut soon."  He slammed the trunk shut, blanketing her in Darkness.

Pain slut, what the hell does he mean pain slut. Her mind stirred with the possibilities and her anticipation grew.  Over the next two hours she had a lot of time to think about what Mr. Allan had said to her. Her emotion jumped between her fear of what was to come, and her immense anger toward Jeff for putting her in this fucking trunk.

She felt the car slow and make a turn onto a gravel road. It moved slowly over the bumpy road for about ten minutes weaving back and forth through a twisty road.

The car came to a slow stop and she could hear Mr. Allan talking to another man, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. Then she heard what sounded like a garage door opening and the car lurched forward.

When the car stopped again the rumbling engine turned off and the car shifted as Allan got out.  A moment of silence followed that felt like an eternity until finally the trunk popped open, a bright white light blinded her for a moment until her eyes adjusted and she saw the silhouette of Mr. Allan looking down at her. He grabbed her leash and practically dragged her out of the ruck of his car.

She looked around and saw the they were in an old barn that had been converted into a car shop.  Mr. Allan led her down a row of hoists, each with a classic car in various stages of restoration. He led her into the back were there was a small empty office and at the back of it was a bright red door.

Mr. Allan stopped her for a moment, adjusting her dress from the ride over and ever so gently wiping away a little bit of smudged lip stick. He looked her in the eye and held her head gently.

"Sweet heart you're ours, I know you're scared, but your way beyond the point of being able to do anything about it."  She listened intently, noting his almost caring tone.  Mr. Allan continued. "You better behave yourself in there and act like a good little whore. This is just the start of you three weeks of training."

Her stomach grew warn with strange anticipation as he spoke.  Her hearts pace slowly quickened.

"You obey or you won't become a well-treated slut done you understand?"

She shyly nodded yes not knowing what to expect. He yanked her leash to bring her face close to his and kissed her deeply. She still felt wrong about kissing another man, even if Jeff is a douche bag.

He stepped forward and opened the door. What she saw when she walked In Scared the hell out or her. The entire back half of the barn was a sex dungeon.

She saw a large wooden cross in one corner and what looked like a doctor's examination table beside it. In the other corner was two saw horse and running between them was a piece of four by four wood, tipped up on edge so the point aimed upwards. Above was a system of ropes and pulleys.

Then one wall was covered in elaborate cases full of dildos arranged from small to obscenely large.  Beside those were shiny metal hooks and a selection of different ropes. Then she saw cases with devices and machines.

Her heart sank and she stepped back forgetting about the leash until it choked her to a stop.

" PLEASE...PLEASE NO. ILL DO ANYTHING JUST DONT MAKE ME TO THIS." She pleaded Sobbing and crying.  Just then she heard a voice behind her.

"Oh, begging us to stop already.  My dear, save that for later."

She turned around to see where the gravelly voice was coming from and saw a man in his mid-fifties. He was fat, hairy and looked like an upscale business man.

He had with him four large men, all grinning and looking her up and down in her little whore dress. They could see her tits giggle through the thin material draped over them.  Seeing these men and what the fat one said stopped her dead in her tracks. He walked up to her and reached out, gently taking her hand in his and kissing it.

"You may call me master." He said as he released her hand.  "You will call these men sir. Understand.". He stroked her face and stared deep into her eyes.

"Yes" she said quietly between.

Master quickly slapped her across the face taking her by surprise and almost knocking her off her feet. She stumbled back slightly as her face burned red from his strong hit. His arm shot out and grabbed around her throat squeezing tightly and pulling her to his face so they were nose to nose.

"YES WHAT!?" He yelled.

Frozen in terror and struggling to breath she choked out the words he wanted to hear.

"Yes master."

He pushed her back into Mr. Allan's arms.  "Alright gentlemen." Said master "Get it done, I want this little whore ready in three weeks for me to break her into a pain slut."

His words filled her with fear and curiosity. As he left the room, leaving her to the four men and Mr. Allan.  The four men surrounded her and said nothing. They just looked her up and down, licking their lips in anticipation of her first training session. You could tell they loved their jobs.

The man in front of her, a large muscle-bound black man, grabbed her tits through the material. She jumped back shocked by his brazen attempt to grab her tits, but was stopped by the man behind her.  She turned around and looked up at the monster of a human being behind her. He must have been at least six and a half feet tall with arms like tree trunks.

"Now listen hear you little whore.". He said in a thick Irish accent. "When a man tries to play with your tits you let him. You don't jump away. We haven't even given you a reason to cower from us yet."  He paused for a moment and looked to a support beam across the room. It was a big upright wooden beam with a bunch of rust metal rings mounted to it.  His returned his focus back to Devlin.

"Let's give you one."

He and one of the other men each grabbed an arm lifted her off her feet and started walking towards the pole.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. ILL DO ANYTHING!" Devlin pleaded as they carried her to the wooden support beam.

"You will by the time we are done with you, and you'll love it" Said one of the men carrying her.  When they got to the support beam, they turned her around and pressed her back against it. Mr. Allan walked up to her with a rope and in a few quick motions bound her hands together. He then lifted her hands high above her head so she was on her tippy toes. Then he tied her bound hands to one of the rusty metal rings on the beam with another rope.

She struggled to support herself on her feet but must of her weight was resting on her shoulders.  The five men stood there for a moment taking in her vulnerable position.

She could tell her helplessness combined with her slutty cloths was making their pants develop huge bulges.

The black man again began rubbing her tits through the thin top of her dress.

She squirmed and whined but the man paid no attention. He gently rubbed in small circles on the tips of her breasts with his open palm and slowly started to close his hands around her tits.

Devlin shut her eyes tight pressing her tears out ever so slightly. She felt a tingle begin to rise in her belly into tits.

"Open your eyes bitch." Said the man as he slowly squeezed harder and harder.

She struggled to force her eyes open bit couldn't. Then the man clamped down with his massive hand and slightly twisted. Her eyes shot open and her head arched back hitting the beam.

"AAAAAHHHH STOP!" Devlin screamed as her tits where crush beneath the man's massive hands.

"That's right bitch. We don't ask twice here.". He released his grip and Devlin relaxed, most of letting her shoulders tale the majority of her weight.

Using the index finger on each hand he pushes away the thin Vail of material hiding her tits. He looked he looked down at her DD 's and smiled.

He looked Devlin in the eye as he rested his hands on her tits and began using his thumbs to rub her perky, quarter size nipples in A circular fashion.

Devlin visibly shuttered as he so casually felt her body while he forced her to look into his eyes.  "back down blue."  The man did as he was told. Stepping back in the group with the other three men. Mr. Allan began selecting rope from the collection on the wall.

The four men talked amongst each other while Devlin hung there, her breasts exposed and her fear mounting. She would never let Jeff get away with this she thought to herself.

Mr. Allan returned with a hand full of neatly wrapped rope and a step ladder.  "Don't worry, the chains will come next time." Mr. Allan said as he walked past her. Ten feet away on either side of her were more beams and one that ram the length of the building. Between each upright beam there were pulleys mounted on the connecting beam overhead. Mr. Allan got on the step ladder. Fed the black rope through the pulley and passed it back to down to blue who pulled some slack and dropped it on the floor.

The two repeated the process on the opposite side of her.  Delvin's shoulders were burning under the strain of her our weight.

"Please." She begged. "My shoulders are going to rip out of my sockets."

"Since you asked nicely." Said Mr. Allan. "I'm sure we can accommodate.  She felt a moment of relieve at his mercy.

"Thank you, sir, thank you. Please do it quick, I can't last much longer."

Mr. Allan smiled. "Get to it boys...give her shoulders some strain relief."  Not a second was wasted. The four men broke into two groups. Each grabbing an end of the rope that was fed through the pulley on the upper support beam.

They quickly wrapped each of her legs several times, just above her knees. Devlin looked at them, panicked she started to regret asking for the strain relief on her shoulders.  Mr. Allan walked in front of her. So far, he had yet to lay a hand on her that night.

"Every good whore needs to be flexible." Said Mr. Allan plainly. He began to trace her nipple with the tip of his index finger.  "Now let see how flexible you are."

Devlin look at the rope wrapped around her thy just above her knees. She traced the line the went to the pulley and then down into the hands of the two large men.

"OK gents."Mr. Allan said, catching the attention of his men. " let's make some noise"

The men slowly started to pull on the ropes. Devlin fought against her bindings, futilely trying to keep her toes on the ground but it was pointless. She was no match for the power of the four large men. Soon her toes left the ground and her inner thighs began to stretch in a splits position.  She struggled to relax and let the stretching happen.

She screamed out loud and long as the men started to strain to get her legs spread parallel to the concrete floor below.

Devlin was shaking frantically begging them to stop, that her leg muscles were being torn apart. The men paid no attention.

Mr. Allan grinned as the men came to a stop and tied the ropes to the beams.  They all watched as Delvin's body shook and she howled in pain.

"SHUT UP!" Mr. Allan yelled.

She struggled to keep quiet through her pain. She could only muster a quiet weep as she hung there. Her tits exposed and her skirt now wrapped around her waist. The men could she her black thong as she Hung there struggling to control herself.

She watched as the five men walked to a bar by the display cases of odd devices.  Mr. Allan grabbed a bottle of whiskey and five shot glasses. He poured five shots and then gave each of the men a glass. They sat there holding their shots, staring at her hanging there her head hanging struggling to take control of her breathing.

Mr. Allan took out a small controller and with the press of a button six bright lights clicked on and blinded her.  It took a moment for her eyes to adjust but she could see the men sitting there staring at her.  "Gentlemen, to another soon to be pain slut" Mr. Allan toasted.  "CHEERS" they said in unison, and downed there shots quickly.

“Take her cunt gentlemen.”  Mr. Allan ordered.

"Noooooo! Not like this!" She pleaded. She dreaded being fucked by strangers, while she is hanging.  her muscles almost were ripping as it is.

The four men began to undress. One by one they stood in front of her, there massive cocks sat half flaccid as they looked her over.

She couldn't believe how big they were. The smallest was still at least nine inches and as thick as a Broom handle.  The black man, the one they called blue may as well have been sporting a water bottle.

They all started to develop more aggressive expressions.  The Irish one reached out and grabbed a hold of her panties and pulled them out and up, hard and fast. Devlin screamed and her clit felt like it was being cut by her own panties.  "What's with the panties." He said In His heavy Irish accent. "Whores don't wear panties."

He pulled hard ripping her thong right off of her body. Devlin. Let out a yelp as the panties momentarily cut into her skin.  A third man, big, but the fat trucker type, walked behind her reached around her and ripped the rest of her dress open, shaking her up and down on the rope. she screamed as her legs felt like they would tear off. He reached up and Squeezed both her nipples between his thumb and for finger.

They all laughed as her screaming went up in pitch while he pinched her nipples with varying intensity.

"Loose the dress." Allan said from the table as he enjoyed a drink.

"Truck." Blue said to the guy behind her. "You get the back on three."  Devlin braced for another shock of pain to her legs. Blue stepped in front of her and bunched what was left of her dress in his hand, Truck did the same thing from behind.

She closed her eyes tight and started to let out a high-pitched weep as blue counted it off.

"One, two, THREE!"  In one motion the two men pulled down one her dress, using her out stretched legs as a brace to tear the material.

She let out as blood curdling scream as her legs bent upwards. She thought for sure she tore something.  After the material tore, she sprung back up bouncing less and less as she came to a literal screaming stop.

She hung there for a moment, her head hung low as the five men admired her naked body as it glistened in the heat of the hot bright lights.

Trucks eye fixated on a single drop of sweet running from her soft white neck over here breast and down her stomach to her shiny wet cunt.  He stepped toward her and ran his hand along the same path. Coming to rest on her cunt. He stared rubbing slowly illicit a quiet moan from her. The rest of the other began doing the same. All over her body caressing and squeezing.

She ignored the hands exploring her body, squeezing her breasts, running along her legs to and caressing her ass.  All she felt was relief as her the pain in her legs to begin to subside.  As she came out of her daze, she felt someone's fingers slip into her cunt. She let out a moan that surprised her.

All the men groping her naked body was starting to make her shiver and tingle all over. Irish started sucking and squeezing one tit while the one they called Truck was doing the same to her left.

The fourth one was in front of her. He wasn't tall or overly muscular, but he had the biggest cock out of them. At ten and a half inches is was thicker than a garden hose. He ran his finger is and out of her, she felt a warm sensation beginning to build.

“Mr. Allan” The man called out.

"Yes pile." Mr. Allan replied.

"She's leaking like a busted pipe. Looks like a whore to me."  Devlin felt humiliation run over her. How could this be turning her on?  Pile began shoved two fingers into her tight hole. He moved faster and faster. Devlin couldn't help but wonder where truck went, then she felt a hand slap on her ass and she let out a yelp.

A dark red hand print appeared right away, and she began to feel the beginnings of an intense orgasm.  She fought to keep it down but with a loud moan she came all over Piles hand.

She couldn't believe her body failed her like this, she couldn't believe she wanted more.

She felt truck and Irish take a quick bite of her nipple and pull away from her tits. Her nipples, erect and wet from the sucking by the two men.

"Line up." Said Mr. Allan.

The men immediately stopped and formed a line from left to right in front of her. She looked down and saw that her pussy was so wet it was beginning to drip on the floor, accumulating a puddle of her cum.

Mr. Allan walked in front of here between the four men. Without warning he slapped her pussy generating a wet sound from her cunt, and a scream from Devlin.

He looked her in the eye. "Blue...your up. Everyone else take turns." Said Mr. Allan. "Nothing fancy...not yet."

Devlin couldn't take her eyes off his fully erect cock.  She watched how, without a word, he walked up and started running the head of his cock along her slit. Back and forth each time making sure to hit her clit.

Devlin let out another involuntary moan. She still futilely tried to fight the ropes, but you could see her fight was weakening.  Blue placed his cock at the entrance to her hole.

"You're too big, you'll kill me." Devlin pleaded.

Blue looked at her for a moment and then raised his hand slapping down on the inside of her thighs with all his force.  Devlin let out a scream but was stopped when blue grabbed the back of her head and shoved three of his massive fingers in her mouth and down her throat.

Moving rapidly, he fucked her throat with his fingers. She struggled against the ropes and she gagged and sputter large amount of drool down her chin and on her tits.  Blue withdrew his hand. "You right." He said while he rubbed his soaking wet hand on his cock. "I was a little dry.”

Then with perfect aim he jammed the full length of his cock into her, shaking the restraints. She let out a scream as her cunt was stretched and filled more than ever before.  He reached out and grabbed her tits, crushing them in his strong grip. Using them as handles and started to fuck hard and fast. Her body pulsed in agony from the violation.

She screamed as she could feel the large black cock growing hard and bigger inside of her with every stroke. Though she was in pain, she could feel her pussy getting wetter.  Wave after wave hit her, each more intense then the last.  The sharp pain was only adding to her pleasure.

Blue looked down at his cock impaling Devlin's body, making a wet slapping sound every time he thrust In.  He let go of her tits reaching around and grabbing her ass for leverage. Then his assaults became harder and deeper than anything she felt. Her breathing got heavier and heavier forcing her sweaty tits in blues face.

He started breathing heavier and faster with every stroke.  The pain of his impalement burned as it stretched her pussy stretched around blues massive cock.  She started to moan with every thrust.

Blue grabbed her by the throat with both hands slamming her back into the beam. Devlin's head ached as she choked for air. She could feel him getting harder inside her, ready to cum.

"Please." She choked out. "Don't cum inside me."

Blue tightened his grip around her neck. "You'll take my cum, and beg for more by the time we are done.  She felt his cock pause and harden even more. She started to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen but a warm feeling filled her pussy as blue shot off spurt after spurt of his cum inside of her. The feeling pushed her over the edge and she screamed her way into another of many orgasms for the night.

Blue pulled out, his load spilling out of her and onto the floor below.  Next up was Irish.  She hung her head low, eyes cast toward the ground.  Then Irish's cock came into view.  Its odour was repulsive.  Without a moment's hesitation he buried it to the hilt.   

By now the pain had subsided and Mr. Allan took notice.  He smiled as he watched Irish thrusting in and out of her.  His hands wrapped around her, gripping her ass to provide the hardest, deepest thrusts. With each one her moans grew into screams of pleasure.   

Her pain was no longer causing discomfort, but contributing to her orgasms.  Her face twisted as her into an expression of frustrated pleasure as she started to cum again.

“GGRAAAA FUUUUCK!” she yelled, arching her head back as Irish buried his cock deep inside her.  Her out stretched legs began to shake violently.

“God I'm.-  My legs are going to rip off.”  She yelled.

Her cunt started to pulse around Irish's cock as the shock of pain shot through her body.  It was too much for him and he could hold back no longer.  Grabbing her tits with both hands he went as had and as fast as he could.  He furiously pounded her and crushed her tits beneath his massive hand and grunted louder and louder.  He let go and shot his load deep in her pussy.

Devlin could feel the warm liquid filling her cunt, the pain fell away and the feeling of Irish's pulsating cock pushed her into a shivering, uncontrollable series of orgasms.  Her head began to spin as she lost control of her body and Irish slowed as he pumped the last of his seed into her.

Her head hung down, drool leaking from her mouth as she grunted and groaned.  Irish pulled his cock out, spilling some of his seed, adding to the puddle on the floor.

Mr. Allan walked up to her and gently lifted her head.  Her eyes where exhausted, she was in her first sub space.    “Cut her down.” Mr. Allan said motioning to the ropes.   

Blue and Truck each walked up to a rope and placed a blade on it.  Gently resting their knives upon the rope, waiting for Mr. Allan to give the order.

“On three.”   Mr. Allan said, raising his hand in the air “One, Two.  Three!” Mr. Allan said dropping his hand.

The two men swiftly cut through the ropes.  Delvin's legs snapped closed and her body fell once again putting all her weight on her already burning shoulders.

“Ah Please, please cut my hands down.”  She begged.  Without hesitation Mr. Allan moved close to her and produced a small blade.  With one swipe he cut the rope and she dropped to the ground collapsing to the hard surface, her legs still too weak and shaky to support her weight.

“May I Sir?” Truck asked Mr. Allan.  She saw that he pointed right at her as she laid on the floor.    “Of course, Truck and Pile take her cunt or her mouth, But easy on the pain, nothing more than open hand slapping.” Mr. Allan said as he looked down at her and the four men surrounded her.  “The rest of you, let's go grab a drink.”

Mr. Allan Irish and Blue all stood at the bar and enjoyed their beer while they watch Truck pound Devlin.

Devlin laid there perfectly still.  She looked up at the fat hillbilly that was fucking her.  He had her leg thrown over his shoulders so that he could hit maximum depth.  She was still out of it from her on onslaught of pain and pleasure from her suspension.

She started to tune out her situation.  If her body was going to have to pay this debt, she could at least escape in her mind.

Mr. Allan stare at her from the bar.  Her body jerking with every violent thrust from truck. He watched as her gaze disappeared and her face went numb.  She was trying to ignore her fate, she was fighting on a new front.  She was fighting it in her mind, disconnecting herself from her body so she would keep some level of control.   

“STOP!” Allan yelled.

Truck stopped and stood up immediately.  Standing back from Devlin.  She just laid there trying to escape to a place in her mind.  A place that would let her just get through this.

Mr. Allan walked up to her.  Her body glistened in the light.  Her tits and ass were bright red, her pussy swollen, glistening with the cum from her and those that came before truck.  She had let her head rest, facing away from the bar and the man who just yelled for them to stop.  She slowly blinked her eyes and looked up at blue, who stood beside her.   

She could hear a pin drop.  As soon as Allan gave an order they obeyed.  She heard him walking up behind her.  His hard-soled shoes echoed off the walls of the cavernous room.  She felt Mr. Allan's giant hand clasp her hair and with a scream he hoisted her into the air and onto her feet.

Her hair felt as though it would tear from her scalp until her feet found the ground and her weak legs reluctantly took her weight.  Mr. Allan spun her around and went almost nose to nose to her

“What the fuck do you think this is! "He yelled at her.  “I see you floating off into space while these guys are training you so you can survive your servitude to us, TO HIM!?”

She started to shake and tears began rolling down her cheeks.  She crossed her arm and looked and the ground, slowly starting to cry.  Mr. Allan wrapped his arms around her and his whole demeanour changed.   

“I will hurt you, but I won't break you.” he said.  Her weeping became louder as she buried her face into his chest.  She hadn't even realized she was craving Mr. Allan's comfort.  “Now.” he continued “You have to understand if you don't go through this training you won't be able to survive his sessions.  He has some, sadistic tastes.”   she looked up at him and he wiped the tears from her face.

“So even though this will hurt you, it's really for the best.”  he let her go and stepped back.   

She looked around and saw truck and pile staring at her. There expressions full of anticipation.

“This is the first good punishment fuck of the night guys, so one in each hole, let's make it hard and fast, slut still needs to clean the floor.”

The two men took their positions, one in front of her, one behind.  She looked down at the massive cock belonging to pile in front of here.  “Come here.” said Pile.  She slowly tried to force herself to moved forward towards pile.   She felt a dick touch her back.  She jumped and turned around to see truck.   He pushed her into piles arms and moved in behind her.

Pile grabbed both of her legs, lifting the up and wrapping them around his waist.  She felt him line up his cock and press the bulbous head against her hole.  He moved his arm, running his hand around her waist to her ass, spreading her ass cheeks while hold her weight.

She felt her body settle and slide all the way down piles cock.  It's so wide she swears she could feel each and ev

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Re: 24 Hours A Week (fixed format, finished story!)
« Reply #1 on: January 23, 2019, 12:06:26 AM »
You've earned a merit for this story, mickaldersrook!  Very, very well done!
I could rape your pussy, but I'd be in and out in a few minutes. So I choose to rape your mind, and I'll be inside you forever!

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Re: 24 Hours A Week (fixed format, finished story!)
« Reply #2 on: January 23, 2019, 06:51:48 AM »
Love it, story all in one place and what a story it is! Will teach Devlin next time listen to her parents! Merit earned from me also!

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Re: 24 Hours A Week (fixed format, finished story!)
« Reply #3 on: January 23, 2019, 08:08:34 AM »
not to be left out. I award a way sexier merit ...good story and thank you