Chapter 8
Jordan spent a week with Phil. Each day she performed her dances, waited on tables, and fucked the customers. Afterwards, she was spanked and fucked into unconsciousness. She lost whatever shreds of dignity, pride and confidence she still had, and was left as little more than an eager to please whore, ready for anyone to command.
She hardly thought of either the past or the future any more, her mind unable to grasp such complex ideas. It wasn't that her memories were gone, but they simply never arose. She was fucked by scores of men, who used every available hole, was degraded and demeaned beyond measure, and treated with slaps and cuffs whenever she exhibited the least reluctance to perform as desired.
A person who had been somewhat shallow to begin with was reduced to little more than a guileless, simple-minded sex toy. She obeyed all orders, whatever their source, crawling on the floor, licking toes and assholes, sucking cocks and pussies, fucking back not only with energy but with excitement and genuine pleasure.
She had no inhibitions left... none, and her one desire in life was to make people happy so she wouldn't be spanked or otherwise punished. Her sole pleasures in life were fucking and performing.
She was sad when Jones came and took her away from Phil's place, but rode contentedly on the back of his bike as they sped down the road to another place. This one was in another state and there would be sex shows. Jordan clung to Jones's back, watching the pretty scenery go by and enjoying herself. She didn't think for a second about escaping or getting back to her old life.
That night they camped out, and Jordan was shared around with the other bikers before sleep. The next morning they rolled into a dank looking city and stopped in front of a brick building that had barred windows high up off the sidewalk.
Jones led her inside, where she found things much like Phil's bar, except perhaps a little darker, danker and drearier. Just like at Phil's she was to wait on tables in between shows, and just like at Phil's she was to wear only a G-string for clothing.
One innovation, however, was the studded leather collar she was to wear, along with the matching wrist and ankle cuffs. She also wore a narrow chain belt. A slim chain linked her two wrists and passed through a small round ring in the front of her belt, making it impossible to hold both hands together except at her waist. If she wanted to raise one hand to her chest for example, she had to keep the other tight against her belly.
She found this awkward and inconvenient, but didn't complain. It did make it harder to pull away from the grabby guys though, and the men who came to this bar were grabbier than the ones at Phil's. Almost every other step she took brought a hand up under her ass or squeezing her pussy or breasts.
Sometimes they weren't content just to grab either. At least two or three times an hour someone would pull her across a table or pull her into his lap and do some tit-licking and finger-fucking while she squirmed to get away.
She was glad to get onstage and do her little show. The men mostly couldn't touch her there as long as she stayed back from the edge.
Her first performance was a jerkoff session. As at Phil's, she walked out in a schoolgirl outfit and stripped it off. She caressed her body, moaning and looking hot and horny.
This time when she lay back and spread her legs, her hands didn't just caress her body. She slid her hands down and rubbed at her pussy, writhing in simulated delight as she stroked her clitty. A finger clearly pushed into her snatch, then a second, then a third. She finger-fucked herself as she frigged her clit and squeezed her tits, drawing shouts of approval and obscene suggestions.
She arched her back, shoving her tits up and out, then rolled onto her stomach, her arms beneath her, her hands rubbing her pussy. She raised her ass, humping up and down, then shoved two fingers of each hand inside her twat, and slowly pulled her cunt open for them to see.
Somebody threw peanuts, trying to get them into her open cunt, but she ignored them, crawling a little forward on her belly, then reaching into the pocket of her schoolgirl jacket. She drew out a long, realistic-looking dildo and rolled onto her back, showing it to the men as she rubbed it over her body.
She raised herself up, sitting on her heels and rolling the dildo over her breasts. She sawed it back and forth against her cunt slit, writhing in delight, real delight, as her pussy heated up. She looked coyly at the audience as she brought the head of the dildo to her mouth and began to suckle on it.
She bobbed her mouth up and down on the dildo, then tilted her head back, arching her back as she held the dildo up like she was a sword swallower and it was a sword. Then she slowly eased it down. The crowd yelled encouragement as she gulped down inch after inch, until the whole thing had disappeared down her throat.
She held it by her fingers for long seconds as the applause sounded, then pulled it slowly up and out, turned, dropped forward onto her elbows and wagged her ass at them. She dropped to her belly then, her ass still high and brought the dildo down beneath her crotch.
On her knees, her ass high, she held the base of the dildo against the stage, and slowly eased her pussy down until it was pressed against the cockhead. She centered it properly, then slowly sank down onto it, groaning as her pussy walls felt the hard rubber dick pushing up through.
The men yelled in delight as her cunt swallowed the dildo. She brought her cunt right down onto the stage, taking the whole thing inside, then began to slowly ride up and down on the rubber fuck-toy.
They could all see her juicy cunt mound as it slid up and down on the dildo, and when she came her cries of pleasure were unmistakable.
Her second performance was a lesbian thing with a young redhead girl named Amy. It was very similar to the lesbian show she'd put on for the bikers on the porch, and included the double-headed dildo.
After the second performance she was hurrying to get some ice for a guy who'd complained when another guy swung his arm out and pulled her into his lap. He was a great big guy with a heavy brown beard and he laughed loudly as he mashed his lips against her tits.
"Please," she whined. "I have to go!"
"What's your hurry, baby"' he laughed, squeezing her right breast hard, sinking his fingers deep into the soft meat.
"I... I have to go..." she whined. "I need to get some ice."
"Ice? I'll give you some ice, honey," he cackled. He held her tightly with one arm around her waist, then overturned a glass, dumping several ice cubes on the table. He lifted one and rubbed it against her breasts, rolling it across her nipples. Jordan gasped and squirmed, trying to get away.
"Don't!" she gasped. "That's cold!"
"But you're hot, baby," he laughed. He slid the ice cube down between her legs and pulled her G-string aside, ignoring her desperate attempts to fend his hand off. He pushed the cube against her cunt crack and forced it inside.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Right up the pussy!" he howled, bringing guffaws of laughter from the rest of the table.
Jordan squirmed desperately as the cold cube burned her pussy. But the man held her easily, while he pushed cube after cube into her pussy. When he ran out, the other men at the table supplied him with theirs, sometimes picking the cubes out of their drinks.
"Please," she gasped. "Please!"
He sucked on her nipples, mashing both breasts with his hands while the guy next to him pushed another cube up her snatch. He pulled her around, crushing her breasts into his face, making her ass stick out towards the other man. He promptly pushed the next cube into her asshole, drawing more laughter from the others.
Finally they ran out of ice cubes and she was able to squirm away and run back to get the ice cubes out of her pussy and asshole. She shivered for half an hour, though before her insides finally heated up.
Then came the third show. She was dressed like a virginal white girl then, her blonde hair carefully brushed out and done in two pigtails. She wore a lacy white party dress with a short skirt and pranced around on stage smiling.
Then Mark came out. Mark was one of the male actors. He was a six- foot, eight body builder. His black skin gleamed in the light of the spotlights and his muscles stood out because they had been oiled. He stomped out, face filled with lust, and Jordan acted scared, backing into a corner.
He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it off, the thing tearing evenly, as it was made to, leaving her in white panties and bra. She screamed, though not too loud because the audience didn't want to hear loud screaming unless she was cumming.
Mark wore a loin cloth and nothing more, and he pulled her slight body into him, mashing his lips against hers. He ripped her bra free, then tore off her panties, then lifted her up and slung her over his shoulders and carried her around the stage. She kicked her legs, mostly so the audience could see her shaved slit.
The owner, Jesus, had shaved her pussy himself, saying the men wanted to see it clearly when her cunt swallowed something. Phil had talked of doing that too, but had decided to keep her hair in place so the men would know she was a real blonde.
Now the men could see her puffy bald cunt easily as Mark carried her around. He set her back on her feet, and pressed her down onto her knees, then held her there by the hair. He tore his own loin cloth free and pulled her face into his crotch.
He rubbed his dick over her face several times, then pushed it into her mouth and started face-fucking her, using her pig tails like they were reins, pulling her face into him.
The audience yelled approval, yelling at him to fuck her hard, to shove it down her throat. He held her head and did just that, ramming his cock right down her throat to great applause. He fucked her throat, letting the audience see her lips pressed right up against his groin, then pulled his cock out and rubbed it over her face again.
After a couple of minutes of face-fucking, he pulled back and shoved her back onto her back on the stage. She lay there, her left side to the audience as Mark got to his knees and lifted her legs up. She kept her legs tightly together like a diver as he pushed them right back against her chest.
She held them there as he pressed his thick black cock against her slit and then slowly and dramatically slid it down into her all the way to the balls.
Again there was applause. He started to fuck her, using long, slow strokes, letting the audience see how he was fucking her, ignoring the cries that rose from the watching men.
"Fuck the shit out of her!"
"Ram it up her cunt!"
"Harder! Fuck her harder!"
He did start to fuck her harder, his cock sliding back and forth with speed and precision, pumping up and down as the audience watched and shouted approval.
Then another guy came out. Paul was another big black body-builder, and like Mark, wore just a loin-cloth. He approached them and Mark stood up, pulling Jordan to her knees. He lifted her then, to her feet and the two big black men pressed into her from either side.
The audience roared in anticipation as Paul stripped off his loin cloth and forced her to bend forward and suck him. He held her hair as Mark moved behind her and stuffed his cock up her cunt again. Then Paul, to the delight of the audience, pushed his cock down her throat.
They fucked her in a steady rhythm for a minute, then pulled out. Paul pulled her against his muscular body, holding her tightly. He slapped, then squeezed, her white ass. Mark came up behind her and held her arms tightly as Paul lifted her legs up high and pushed his cock against her slit.
He pushed his cock up into her, sliding it right up to the balls in her tight slit. Mark pulled her arms up high and back, forcing her chest out as Paul held her legs up and wide and fucked up into her with savage spearing blows. His cock rammed up into her cunt with cruel strength, making her cry out in pain.
He slid it back down, slowly, then rammed it up again, then slid it slowly back down, then again punched it up into her guts.
Then he let go of her legs. For a second Jordan was too dazed to remember what she was supposed to do. Then as Paul pulled her up against his chest, she put her legs and arms around him. He cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks as she jerked in and out, grinding herself on his cock.
Then he took his hands away and let her hang onto him, her cunt full of cock. Mark moved in behind her and pressed his oiled cock against her asshole. She groaned loudly as he forced her hole open and slid his thick black meat up into her anus.
When he had the whole thing buried in her asshole, she let her legs fall free. Mark gripped one, high, just below her crotch, and Paul gripped the other in the same place. Then she put her arms behind her, around Mark's neck, thrusting her chest out as Paul squeezed her breasts.
Then finally, Paul slid his hands onto her ass cheeks, holding her up and against him while Mark slid his arms around her and cupped and squeezed her breasts. Then they chewed and sucked and bit on opposite sides of her throat as they pumped into her.
She hung between them, hands and arms jerking feebly as the two big black men humped into her and crushed her between them. Their cocks split her crotch, pounding into her as she grunted and writhed and moaned in delirious pleasure.
Her legs flailed and her hands tore through her hair as she wriggled in ecstasy. The two black men humped into her, holding her easily in mid-air as they pistoned their big black cocks inside her.
The audience loved it, laughing and yelling for more, calling on them to fuck her harder, to crush her, to squash her.
Their cocks rodded up into her belly with violent force, churning her guts to jelly as their hands mauled her body.
She came, screaming in pleasure, thrashing and wriggling madly, her head jerking back repeatedly as she wailed in sexual elation.
Only after she'd calmed down, after her writhings had stopped and she was still, did they also stop their movements. They let go of her body, bringing their own arms and hands down to their sides.
Jordan hung there between them, impaled on two big stiff cocks. Since they were sideways to the audience the crowd could all see that, and the applause was massive. Mark and Paul put their hands behind their backs and began to hump into her with slow, grinding motions, fucking her limp body as her head lolled back.
They pulled her down then, setting her on her knees. Both of them jerked their cocks in their fists and then Mark first, then Paul, spurted a thick stream of cum into her face and onto her tits.
She fell back onto her back, legs wide, panting for breath, her breasts rising and falling, cum dribbling down her breasts and cheeks and out of her cunt.
Mark bent and grabbed a fist-full of blonde hair, then dragged her off the stage. The curtain closed and she groaned weakly. Then Mark and Paul bent and lifted her to her feet, holding her between them as some other people walked forward.
She raised her weary head and saw Jones standing in front of her. Next to him was another man, and beside the man was a girl, young, big busted, plain but not bad looking. They all looked at her for a moment, then Jones stepped forward.
"Having fun, Jordan?"
"Yessss, S... S... Sir!" she panted.
"You're a real cheap little whore, aren't you?"
"Ye... yessss," she moaned.
"How many guys have fucked you in the last couple of weeks, Jordan?"
"I... I don't know," she sighed, trying to focus her eyes.
Jones turned to the others. "She's probably been fucked two or three hundred times," he said. "Up the ass, down the throat, and in the pussy." He squeezed her right breast hard, making her whimper.
"Put her down," he told the blacks. They set her down onto her knees and Jones walked across to the other side of the room. "Crawl to me, slut," he said. "On your belly."
She fell forward onto her breasts and belly and slowly crawled along the floor as the others watched. She panted and groaned weakly, her hands pulling her along until she was just below him.
He raised his right foot and pressed it against her face and she moaned and began to lick it, sliding her pink tongue out against the bottom of his boot as he held it up for her.
He bent and gripped her hair, ignoring her cry of pain as he lifted her to her knees and held her there. The other man and woman walked up and stared down at her and Jones jerked her head back, forcing her to look up.
"Hello, Jordan," the woman said.
Jordan blinked her eyes and tried to focus her vision. She thought she recognized the woman but wasn't sure.
"Remember me... whore?"
"N... no," she blinked.
The woman bent and slapped her face viciously, throwing her back onto her back on the stage. Jones lifted her back to her knees and held her again, tightening his grip on her hair this time.
"You don't remember your old roommate?"
"Ch... Ch... Cheryl?"
"Riiiiiiiight." Cheryl smiled, then again lashed out, her hand cracking into Jordan's cheek, rocking her back on her heels.
"I'm Cheryl's brother," the other man said. "She might not have realized what happened, but it didn't take me long to figure things out. I thought you'd like a taste of your own medicine so my friend Jones here decided to help out."
"Had a lot of fun doin' it too," Jones grinned.
"God, what a disgusting, cheap little slut!" Cheryl glared.
"I... I'm sorry," she whimpered.
Jones pushed her forward onto her belly, pressing her face against Cheryl's shoes.
"Lick her shoes, whore," he ordered.
Jordan stuck her tongue out and began to lick along the sides and top of Cheryl's shoes as the other woman looked down in disgust.
"Let's go, Bob," she said. She turned and strode away with her brother. Jones pulled her back to her knees and squatted in front of her.
"Although my friends are more than satisfied, I ain't gonna let you go, pussy. You were built for this. Be a waste of good cunt meat to let you go now. Maybe when you get old and wrinkled you can go back to your rich daddy and your big house. Until then..." He reached down and cupped her cunt in his hand. "Until then this is mine, and it's for sale to whoever wants it."
He flung her back onto her back and Mark and Paul dragged her away.