Chapter 5
The Pirate's Den was in the worst section of the town. As she walked along, Julia was aware of dozens of eyes appraising her. She knew that a lot of them belonged to men who were capable of dragging her into a car and raping her.
It was a frightening thought and she hurried. It was with a sense of relief that she finally reached the Pirate's Den.
The room was dark and smoky. She looked around for David Marx, but she couldn't locate him. The place was like Jim had told her it would be.
Drunks and prostitutes eyed her openly. Julia thought she was a tease. But some of the prostitutes wore skirts so short you could see their pubic hairs curling out from under their panties.
Julia shuddered. If David Marx wanted her, why had he not asked that she meet him at his home, or at some motel? Why had he brought her here?
"How about it, babe?" a drunken voice asked.
She turned to see a smiling sailor standing beside her. He was obviously drunk and he was ogling her tits openly.
"How much?" the sailor asked.
"I'm not for sale," she said quickly.
"They're all for sale," the sailor laughed. "You just got to find the right price."
She started to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm. She tried to twist out of his grasp. His strong hand tightened as she struggled.
"Now, it don't do no good to struggle, hon," the sailor explained. "I'll pay you good for your services. You just come along and make me happy."
"No!" she protested.
He was beyond hearing her. He forced her into a corner and began to paw her tits. He got one hand in her blouse and began to squeeze.
"Damn fine tits," the sailor gasped. "Lots of whores ain't got no tits. I like to feel a good tit."
Again she tried to force her way out of the corner, but struggling did no good. She felt something rubbing against her leg and she looked down in horror. The sailor had his prick out and was rubbing it against her thigh.
"How much?" he asked. "Just name your price. I got to have some pussy!"
"Please!" she said.
She looked up to see David Marx grinning at her. He stood a few feet away. He had a drink in his hand. He watched, amused, as she fought the sailor off. She would grab the sailor's hand in one place and his other would find a spot on her body. As she struggled, his hard prick was rubbing against her thigh.
He ripped open her blouse. She heard the buttons pop. The bra was next. He didn't bother to undo the clasp. The sailor broke it as he ripped it from her body.
"Jesus!" the sailor said. "Would you look at them tits!"
He bent his head and began to nuzzle her tits. For the first time she realized that she might actually get raped. She had not put on her panties, and the sailor was already between her legs. His hard prick was nuzzling at her cunt while his lips tasted her tits.
"There's pussy at the bar," David interrupted.
He pulled the drunken sailor away from Julia and pointed him in the direction of the bar. With the buttons of his trousers still open and his cock throbbing hard, the drunken sailor went off in the direction of the bar.
"Your tits are showing," David grinned.
Julia tried to pull together the remains of her blouse. She was able to button the top two buttons but the rest had to hang open.
"I see you took my advice and didn't wear panties."
She looked down at herself. The drunken sailor had pulled her skirt up above her waist. The dress had not dropped back into place, but was still clinging to her hot skin. Quickly she pulled it down.
"Couldn't you find another place to meet?"
"I like the atmosphere here," he said. "Come on. Let's find a table."
She followed him like an obedient puppy across the floor. A dozen times drunken hands reached up to fondle her nipples or sneak up her skirt. At first she slapped them away. But the hands became more persistent, and she couldn't fight them all off. She felt bruised and tired, and completely violated by the time she reached her table. Hands had fondled her tits, pinched her ass, fingered her pussy and treated her like shit.
"Sit down," David commanded.
Julia sat down. David walked over to the bar and returned with two beers. Julia did not like beer. She shook her head. David responded with a slap to the face.
Julia fought back the tears. She had never been slapped by anyone before, except in play, and David Marx had not hit her in a playful way. Her cheek was stinging.
"You'll drink when I tell you to drink!" David said. "If you don't, you'll be punished. Now take this. You're going to need it."
Something in his voice told her that she really was going to need it. She drank the foul-tasting beer. David watched her with amused eyes.
"What are you going to do with me?" Julia asked, gasping over the beer.
"Teach you a lesson," David answered. "You're such a proud one. I like to bend proud women. I especially like teasing women. You like to tease men, don't you, Julia? You know that you get them all excited with your short skirts, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she admitted.
"And you never had any intention of giving anyone any pussy. That was for your husband. All you wanted to do was tease them."
Again Julia nodded.
"Well, you're all done teasing men. Today you're going to make up for all the suffering you caused. All the men you sent home with hot and throbbing cocks, having to fuck their wives, when they all wanted you."
"What do you mean?"
David drank his beer. "Play with my cock, Julia."
She looked around the room. There were many people who would be able to watch her rub David's cock. She didn't want to let people see anything like that.
Julia shook her head. "No," she said, "I can't. Let's get out of here, David. Let's get out of here, and I'll show you a good time. But I can't do that in front of all these people."
She didn't expect what came. She thought that he had just been taking out his frustrations when he had slapped her. She hadn't believed that anyone could really try and hurt her.
But David's fist came at her brutally, and she couldn't duck fast enough. Foi a moment she saw stars. Then there was an aching on her cheek and her back hurt.
She opened her eyes. There were men standing all around. She realized that her skirt was up above her waist, but she could hardly move. Some of the men standing there were customers she had known from the diner.
"Look at that cunt," a man said.
"And those tits. I always knew she had good tits. Always wearing them tight blouses and them uplift bras. She sure wanted to show them."
"Well, she's sure showing everything now," someone else laughed.
David bent down beside her.
"Now, Julia," he said. "Are you going to do everything that you're told to do, or are we going to have to play some more. A girl could get badly hurt."
"I'll do what you say."
"You mean if I say fuck me right now on this floor, you'd spread your legs and let me have some of your tight pussy?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"Good. That's the way I like a tease. Now get up. The boys have a few things prepared in the next room. A lot of folks want to watch Julia get hers."
She started climbing to her feet.
"You understand," David said softly. "I don't like a lot of people watching me fuck. So I decided to hold a lottery just to teach you a lesson. You've been twitching your ass long enough. Now I'm going to let one of those poor souls fuck your cunt." He grinned and took her arm. "Now come on. The men are waiting."
Like a zombie she followed him into the room at the end of the hall. She got her first shock as soon as the door was opened.
On her knees, in the dirty hallway, a prostitute was lustily sucking off the sailor who had tried to rape her earlier.
The sailor was obviously enjoying himself. He was laughing and moaning and leaning his back against the wall as the whore made slurping noises on his cock.
Julia wanted to look away, but she couldn't. David seemed willing enough to let her watch. Julia couldn't believe the prostitute was taking all of that sailor's cock into her mouth. She was swallowing him to his balls, and then the whore even took his balls into her mouth.
"Oh suck it, bitch!" the sailor cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth! Don't waste a drop!"
Julia watched, expecting the prostitute to draw away. She expected all women to feel as she did about the taste of semen.
But the whore didn't draw away. Instead the whore began to suck on the sailor's prick with renewed energy.
Julia gasped. She realized that the prostitute was actually going to take the sailor's come into her mouth.
"Holy fuck!" the sailor cried. "Here I come! You'd better swallow quick!"
The sailor grabbed the whore by the hair. But the prostitute had no intention of moving away. She let her mouth be drawn deeper onto his prick and she began to swallow.
Julia could see the sailor's prick jerking, and she could see the whore's mouth working. He was coming, and she was swallowing it! Taking the filthy come into her mouth and actually swallowing it!
Finally the whore drew away. A white drip of come oozed from her open mouth. Julia turned away in disgust. But David grabbed her head and turned her back.
"You watch!" he commanded. "You might get a few pointers. She's the best cocksucker around."
Amazed, Julia watched as the whore began to give the sailor a tongue bath. She ran her tongue up and down his prick, catching every bit of his come and swallowing it.
"That was wonderful!" the sailor cried.
David pulled Julia along so that she did not hear the whore's answer. Julia's second shock came almost immediately. The whore and the sailor were not the only two in the hall. Never had Julia seen so many naked bodies sucking and fucking.
"Some of them even use the rooms," David said, laughing at her expression. "The Pirate's Den is the place to come."
David pulled her down the hall, sidestepping the moaning, squirming bodies. They entered a room at the end of the hall. There, Julia had her most painful surprise. The room was bare except for a mattress. All around the mattress stood grinning men. She knew the men were all from the diner. Men who had lusted after her.
She was really frightened now. She turned, in an attempt to leave the room, but David caught her arm.
"Stay," he said. "Or I'll beat the fuck out of you!"
She stayed. She was more scared of his voice than she had ever known. She knew that she had made her last attempt at escape. From now on she belonged to David Marx. What he said, she would do. Julia could tease no longer.
"You've been a good tease," David whispered. "Now let's see if you've really got the ability. Take off your clothes. Give the men a show."
There was not much left for Julia to take off.
Her blouse was so ripped that she just let it slide off her shoulders. There was cheering and catcalls from the men. She found the zipper on her skirt and slid it down.
"Goddamn!" a voice said. "I always knew her body would look like that."
"Put on some music," David said. "We want our visitor to feel comfortable."
Suddenly there was a bump-and-grind number flooding the room. Julia looked curiously at David, waiting for him to give her a command.
"Dance," he commanded.
She started to say that she couldn't dance, but she saw his eyes. He would hurt her if she didn't dance. She walked to the mattress. All the men had taken seats around her. Their eyes were heavy with lust.
She began to sway to the music. She knew what they wanted to see and she gave it to them. She swung her tits and her ass and she gave them more than any stripper ever had.
There was loud cheering and applause when the music stopped. David approached her and put his arm around her. She didn't protest as his fingers found her nipple.
"Now," he said. "We're going to have a little lottery. The man whose name is called gets to fuck our lovely lady. Do you have the names?"
A man jumped up from the crowd and handed David a box filled with names.
"Okay. Let's let our lovely lady pick. Go ahead. Remember, the name you pick gets use of your cunt."
With a trembling hand, Julia reached up for the box. She took a name out. David smiled as he unfolded the slip of paper.
"Henry Bell," he said.
Julia gasped. There was no person she hated worse than Henry Bell. He was ugly and foul and chewed tobacco. His teeth were yellowed. His fingernails were always dirty, and he was always inventing some excuse to be close to her.
"Please," she looked at David.
"It's Henry Bell," David said loudly. "Tell Henry to come up here and get his piece of cunt."
"Oh God!" Julia said.
"Well damn," Henry said. "I never thought I'd get to dip my stick in anything as nice as you. But I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
Henry walked up on the mattress. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall. His prick was not hard. It hung down limply between his legs.
There was laughter from the men. Julia was relieved. Maybe he couldn't get his cock hard. That way she wouldn't have to fuck him and they'd choose someone else. Anyone but Henry Bell.
"You don't look too excited about the prospect," David pointed out.
"Well, hell," Henry said. "When a man gets my age, he needs a little tenderness. I can't fuck without tenderness."
"Tenderness?" David laughed. "That's a good one. Okay, Julia. Give the man some tenderness."
"What do you mean?"
"That's simple," Henry answered. "I can show you that. Get on your knees."
Julia looked pleadingly at David, but he only smiled. She went down on her knees. Henry's limp cock dangled only inches from her face.
"Suck it, whore!" Henry demanded, Julia sucked her breath in as she put her lips to his prick. He hadn't bathed in a while or at least it smelled like it. His stench was almost gagging. She tried to kiss the head, but he jerked her head down on him. She choked on the powerful stench of his cock.
"Suck it!" he said again. "Make it hard!"
She suddenly realized that the best thing to do was to make him hard so that he could fuck her and get it over with. She drew a deep breath and began to suck on his cock. It grew hard in her mouth.
"Well, look at that!" Henry said as he drew his hard cock out.
All the men applauded.
"All right, cunt!" Henry said. "Lay on your ass and spread your legs. I'm going to ram it to you."
Julia did as she was told. He wasted no time. As soon as her legs were spread, he was plunging inside her. He rocked in pleasure.
"I knew you'd be tight," he said. "All you teases are tight. Your husband don't fuck you enough. Oh fuck! This feels so good."
The man began to clap in rhythm as he fucked her.
Over Henry's shoulder, Julia could see David's grinning face.
"Oh Jesus!" Henry groaned. "I'm coming already! She's so tight I can't stand it. Oh fuck! Move your ass, baby! Catch all my come! I'm coming! Now!"
She felt his prick boil up inside her pussy and felt the head pour out its juices. Then he rolled away. His red prick had gone soft.
"Fuck!" he said. "That ought to teach you to tease honest men."
There was laughter from the men. David turned to them once more. "That's it. No more tonight."
There were loud grunts of protest from the men who wanted to fuck Julia's cunt.
"You can have all the fun you want with the whores," David said. "At my expense. I'll pay for all your fucking."
The men filed out one by one. They were happy to pick themselves out a whore at David's expense.
Julia had not moved from her place on the mattress.
"Why did you make him fuck me?" she asked.
"I wanted to teach you a lesson. You're just a cunt like the others. I wanted to teach you not to go twitching your ass or somebody would be sure to burn it. From now on, you give men what they want. Do you understand?"
Julia nodded. She already knew that she would never be able to tease them again. All those men would look at her and see her being fucked by skinny Henry Bell and they'd be secretly laughing at her.
"Can I go home now?" she asked.
"Julia." David looked amused. "You can't go home without satisfying the most important person-me."
David unbuckled his trousers and let them fall. His prick was already hard and stiff. He grabbed his cock and massaged it.
Julia leaned back. She spread her thighs.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "Get all you want."
"Now, Julia," David chided. "You don't expect me to fuck after Henry Bell. I want something else. I want you to blow me. Just like the whore in the hall."
Julia's eyes grew wide. "But I can't do that! I've never taken a man's come in my mouth!"
"You'll take mine!"
Julia wanted to protest or fight, but she knew she couldn't. There was no mistaking the look in David's eyes. He wanted to fuck her mouth. He wanted to empty his come into her throat, and there was nothing she could do.
She nodded.
"Good," David said. "Now be gentle with my prick, baby. Don't bite, or I'll break something valuable."
She took his cock into her mouth gently. She bathed it with her tongue. He grew hard. She almost choked on the hugeness of his prick. He was bigger than Jim. She tried to take him deep like she had seen the whore do. She couldn't go as far as the whore.
Her tongue played in the slit at the end of his prick. She bathed him with her saliva. He put his hands on her head and pulled her closer. Then David began to fuck her mouth, going hard into her mouth with huge deep strokes.
Julia tried to pull away as she tasted the first of his salty jism. He would not allow her head any freedom. He pulled her tighter against his cock.
"Okay, baby!" he said. "I'm going to shoot off in your mouth! I'm going to drown your tonsils in gallons of come and you're going to drink every drop! Now get ready to swallow."
She tried to relax her mouth. He began to pinch her tits. Then he grabbed one of her hands and made her play with his balls.
"It's good, baby!" he cried. "You'll be a good cocksucker!"
He cried out in pleasure and gave a deep lunge into her mouth. She tried to pull her mouth away, but he kept her steady. The first trickle spattered against the roof of her mouth and just as she was thinking that it wasn't so bad he really began to come. He was right about his gallons of come. It did seem like gallons.
Julia swallowed until she choked and felt sick, then he pulled his prick back to give her breathing room. When she took a breath, he drove his cock once more into her mouth and she received the rest of his offering.
Afterwards, he made her clean his cock off just the way the whore had cleaned the sailor.
"You did good," he said, patting her on the top of her head. "Now pick up your clothes and go home. I'll be calling you."
"Calling me?"
"Sure. You're one of my women now. And next time I get a little horny, I might call you."
David watched as she picked up her clothes and put them on. There was nothing decent about her clothes. Her tits were plainly visible.
She left him.
David stretched. Julia had not really been that good a cocksucker, and probably not that good a fuck. But he would keep her on the hook. Another cunt when he needed it.