Subversion 3

Sasha sat quietly in Bobby’s car fearing where they were traveling to. She had lost all control. Bobby owned her now. She had been humiliated, hurt, and raped at his whim.

Sasha’s pussy was on fire. She could not stop juices from leaking out of her. Her hands went to her crouch and clenched over her pussy trying to hold it in and to try to hide it from Bobby.

“Don’t worry, slut,” Bobby said, noticing anyway, “Your body still wants cock. We can buy a vibrator to help you.”

His words made Sasha sink. She was some depraved whore who could not go without being fucked. Even now her mind strayed to Bobby’s dick. She wanted it. She wanted to taste it, feel it, be fucked by it.

“Sir?” She hesitated

“Yes, slut?”

“May I…I suck your dick?”

“Yes you may, slut.”

Sasha leaned over and unzipped Bobby’s pants and took out his cock. She quickly consumed it, sucking on it deeply, loving every inch of it. Sasha could not stop herself. She felt Bobby reach his fingers into jeans and force his way into her pussy. The heat in her pussy began to abate as he finger fucked her.

Hours went by until the car stopped.

“Slut,” Bobby shook Sasha’s head trying to get her attention, “Stop blowing me. It’s time to go.”

Sasha lifted her face from Bobby’s dick and looked up at him covered in cum.

“Make sure you clean me off,” Bopbby ordered.

Sasha closed her mouth over the bottom of his cock and removed all the cum she had spilled. She sat up straightand tried to pull her embarrassing shirt down over her tits, which it hardly covered in the first place. Bobby handed her a paper napkin to wipe the cum from her face.

“Where are we, sir?”

“Benny’s Basement.”

“Why are we here?”

“We need to get you ready for tonight. I have some friends that want to meet you.”

Sasha looked up at the store. It wasn’t really a store. There was a long staircase down to old door above which was a neon sign that read “Benny’s Basement”. The surrounding area seemed like slums with suspicious people lining the street.

“Time to get out, Slut. Do not talk unless spoken to. Do you understand?” Bobby demanded.

“Yes, sir. I do.” Sasha agreed.

“Good, slut. Let’s go.”

The two stepped out of the car and walked to the staircase. From down the street wistles and jeers could be heard.

“Nice ass, baby. Show us your tits.” One man shouted.

Bobby stopped and said, “Well, give the man what he wants.”

“Sir, please don-“

“Do you want me to give the pictures to your parents?”

Tears fell from Sasha’s eyes as she lifted her t-shirt up exposing her breasts for all the street to see. The taunts and catcalls grew louder.

After a few minutes Bobby said, “That’s enough. Time to go.”

Sasha tried to pull her t-shirt down over her tits but Bobby stopped her.

“Leave it,” he said.

The room was dimly lit. There were several built men with no shirts on at the far end talking. A couple had tattoos on their body, a couple had piercings, one had both. They all stop talking once they notice Bobby and especially Sasha.

“Can I help you?” one called.

“Are you Benny?” Bobby called back.

“I am,” the man said as he approached. His eyes staring at Sasha’s tits.

Bobby saw this and said, “Go ahead do want you want.”

Benny grasped Sasha’s right tit firmly, watching Sasha’s eyes close, listening to her try to hold back a soft moan. He then pinched her nipple and rolled it it his fingers. Sasha winced and clenched her fists, but she stood there and took the pain.

“That’s enough,” Bobby said.

Benny relented and Sasha rested on her hands on her knees.

“What do you want?”

“Not what I want. She wants her nipples and clit pierced and she wants a tattoo,” Bobby lied.

“Really? Where does she want the tattoo?”

“Right above her cunt.”

“What tattoo? Drawing? Words?”

“One word: Cumslut.”

Benny smiled, “I think we can do that. Do you have two hundred dollars?”

Bobby pulled the money he had made from letting Sasha be fucked by bikers earlier that day out.

“It’ll be forty-five dollars for each piercing inculding the rings and sixty-five dollars for the tattoo.”

“I’ll also need to buy a vibrator, a butt-plug, a ball-gag, two crops, and leather straps,” Bobby said.

“That’ll be a hundred and fifty dollars for that, but I’ll give you a discount of about fifty dollars.”

“Perfect,” Bobby said.

Benny told the other men to help Sasha onto the operating chair in the back. The chair seemed like a barber’s chair, but there were shackles on armrests and footrests.

“Take off your clothes,” Benny ordered Sasha.

She removed her yellow t-shirt and the thong jeans she was wearing and now had no defense against the leering eyes of the men in the shop. She sat in the chair and the shackles were firmly tied over her rists and ankles. They then leaned the back of the chair slight down. Then they swung the armrests away from the chair spreading Sasha’s arms apart and opening her chest. They did the same with her legs and exposed her pussy to the entire group.

“Who is this girl?” one of the men asked.

“She’s just some exhibitionist slut that wanted a ride here,” Bobby answered.

Bobby stepped to her and forced his finger into her cunt.

“Look at how wet she is from all of you watching.”

Sasha moaned, but pulled her head away.

“Get on with it,” Bobby said.

Sasha entered a world of pain. Everything was blur. First she saw a needle being pushed though her nipple and then the other. Her tits burned with pain. Then they began her tattoo. Sasha’s friends had tattoos on their ankles or shoulders and they said it did not hurt. But, Sasha’s tattoo hurt more than anything she had felt before. It felt like as knife was cutting into her body slowly. Finally, after a few moments it was over, but Benny was not finished. He then shoved a needle through Sasha’s clit.

They left her there for about an hour. The needles needed to set and Bobby wanted the tattoo to be undamaged. Sasha collapsed in the chair from the intense, seering pain.

When they came back, Benny had three rings in his hand. He opened each of them. For each needle that was in her, he replaced with a ring. The old pain was renewed and Sasha collapsed again.

Sasha awoke and heard the men talking to each other.

“I can give they name of a couple clubs in town,” one guy said.

“That’d be great,” Bobby responded.

“Hey, your slut is awake,” another one said.

“Take off the shackles and make her stand,” Bobby said.

The group obeyed and pulled Sasha onto her feet. Her knees were weak and every move she made caused the sting of the piercings to attack again. Bobby pinched Sasha’s nipple and pulled on her piercing, which forced her to fall to her knees in pain.

“Get dressed, slut,” shouted Bobby.

Sasha found her cloths, but had to lean over to get them. She slowly put them on trying to minimize the pain. When she pulled up her jeans shorts, she realized that the top half tattoo was not covered. When she pulled down her t-shirt, the piercings were hardly covered.

All the men in the room smiled seeing her embarrassment and discomfort.

“Here is your bag of tricks,” said Benny, handing over a paper bag with all the sex toys Bobby asked for, “If you ever want to bring her by, we’d all love a chance to fuck her. I can give you merchandise free in return.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Bobby said.

Bobby and Sasha left the store and got back into the car. Then they drove off to some place Sasha did not know.

On the
trip therer Sasha braved the pain and examined her her new features. She felt her nipple and clit piercings learning what made them hurt and what didn’t. Then she looked at her tattoo. She could remove the piercings, but not the tattoo.

“Now, everyone will know what you are. You will not be abl
e to hide it anymore. Your teachers, you friends, your family will learn that you are not like them. You’ll be known as a sick nymphomaniac. You’ll be known for what you are, slut,” Bobby said wickedly.

(to be continued)