The Entertainment - A Sister Story

The Entertainment

Sarah was kneeling, sucking her brother’s cock. Her hands were handcuffed behind her held by rope to her pony tail to pull her arms up and her head back. A few wisps of her blonde hair, not in the ponytail, fell over her cheeks. This position pulled her hands high up her back hurting her elbows and shoulders and made it feel like she was pulling her own hair out. Tears were slowly dropping from her eyes. Her ankles were tied together and her knees hurt. She had been sucking him for fifteen minutes and it wasn’t going to end any time soon.

John was watching TV. It would be at least a quarter of an hour before the cartoon finished. This was just something to keep his sister occupied. Later he’d rented her out for the night to a client. They got a discount if they returned her unmarked. But if they could afford John’s prices they normally didn’t care about the discount. No permanent marks or damage though.

Sarah continued to suck and sob quietly until John finished watching his program. He bent down and pulled her off by her hair

She squealed with pain.

He slapped her hard across the face.

“What have I said to you about making noise bitch.”

“Please. No. I’m sorry John. I’m sorry. It’s the amount of pain.”

He pushed her over and she fell on her side managing to suppress another scream into a moan as she desperately tried to push her arms even further up to avoid pulling her hair out.

He returned with thin bamboo cane.

“I don’t care about the amount of pain.”

She looked at him eyes wide with fright.

“You don’t want to mark me John. I’m going out tonight.”

He pushed her down on her stomach, her head pulled up by the rope still attached to her handcuffs. He brought the thin switch down on her ass.

“This won’t mark you bitch. Or not for long.”

He pulled out a rubber ball from a dismantled ball gag in his pocket. She opened her mouth so he could push it in. She looked scared but knew better than to disobey. She bit down on the ball so it would not come out and began to utter a series of suppressed screams as her brother slashed at her ass.

He hit with full force but made sure the stripes remained separate. He didn’t want bruising. He watched her writhe and struggle and scream into the ball as the pain from her arms and hair met with the pain from the cane as she writhed and jerked under the merciless beating. He never ceased to enjoy seeing her writhe and twitch and watch her smooth skin become more and more marked.

He restricted himself to about fifteen.

“Perhaps that’ll teach you. If you want to scream you scream for the clients.”

He undid the rope from her hair and took off her handcuffs. He threw them onto the floor. He put his hand under her chin and she pushed the ball out. He wiped it on his shirt and put it back in his pocket. Sarah moaned and sniffled..

“Oh shut up. Go and make dinner.” He pushed her with his foot. She rolled over onto her back and then rolled over again to slowly get to all fours, crawl a few feet, her hair roots hurt and her ass hurt and her elbows and shoulders ached. She climbed to her feet and headed to the kitchen.

At 9.00pm he dropped her off at the house she was to spend the next three hours at. He watched from the car as she went up the path and stairs to the black door and rang the bell. A tall man in his forties with dark hair and a commanding presence answered. He stood back and she stepped in. The door shut. John drove off.

“Welcome Cuntslut,” Tom Forrest said, “you can put your clothes on the rack.”

“Thank you Sir.” She had been here before. She knew nothing good was ahead.

Sarah was wearing only a small black dress. She pulled it over her head and hung it on the coat rack. She was now naked apart from her heels.

Mr Forrest indicated to go into the living room. Three men and a woman sat on a sofa and some comfy chairs. Mr Forrest walked in behind her.

“Gentlemen,” he said, ignoring the fact that one of them was a woman, “the Entertainment has arrived.”

He guided her into the middle of the room. It had been a different group of people last time she had been here.

“This is Cuntslut, I’m told that is her name, though I think for tonight we’ll just call her Entertainment. Dance for us Entertainment.”

The man used a remote built into his watch to turn on some music and Sarah began to dance. The guests, a thin old man with liver spots, wrinkles and sparse thinned hair, a well built blonde man in his thirties and a short, grey haired man in his fifties made a varied selection. In addition to these three there was a dark haired woman in her forties in an elegant split red dress, matching high heels and an expensive ornate necklace that matched her many rings. The guests made comments about Entertainment’s bouncing tits and arse, her legs and her face.

“Why not join her Maureen.”

The woman put down her drink on her side table and rose to join her. She swayed opposite Sarah for a period while the men chatted and joked.

“Give her a hug Maureen. Let’s hear the bitch make some noise.,” shouted the short grey haired man.

Maureen drew Sarah into her and gave her a deep kiss. Sarah was not a lesbian and hated kissing a woman. Everyone enjoyed the site of her obvious unhappiness as she cooperated, letting Maureen’s tongue lick and flicker deep in her mouth. Instead of stroking her Maureen began raking her back with her nails. She pulled her martini tasting tongue out of Sarah’s mouth so everyone could hear her gasp as the nails scraped lines on her back down to her ass.

David, the well built blonde man came in and slashed her ass with a short whip.

“Let’s put her in a circle,” the old man suggested.

Everyone formed a circle around the entertainment who continued to dance. She looked nervous. Each of the guests was holding some implement. A whip, a paddle, a switch and soon took random turns to hit her.

A whip struck her thigh. She flinched away. A paddle smacked her bottom. Her hands moved towards the spot.

“Keep your arms dancing above your head Entertainment.” Forest brought a cane against her calf.

She moved her hips and bent her legs to keep her body in a semblance of dancing while waving her hands around above her head. A belt hit across her midriff, another whip on her other thigh, a cane hit her ass, some looped wire hit one of her breasts. She didn’t need to dance now. Her contortions to each new blow kept her body moving in different directions constantly, her cries, flinching, twisting and jerks bringing everyone much entertainment.

“Keep turning. Give everyone a chance at all of you,” Forrest instructed. So now she was moving and turning and waving her arms above her head and flinching and letting out small noises through her mouth.

The woman, Maureen, had a small needle which she used to prick Sarah’s breasts each time she was facing her. Sarah would see her hand flash out and feel the pain of the pin as it pierced her skin. She had to keep her eyes open. They liked to see the fear and pain in them and it made her flinch better. She did nothing to hinder their fun. She was the entertainment. This was what she was here for. They commented on her reactions and called to each other laughing.

A heavy slap on her tits with a belt from the thin old man made them bounce in a dance of their own. He so liked the effect he did it again. Then a whip across her midriff. David with a whip in his left hand was trying to whip it around her lower thighs to see if he could make a red circle. The handled pin now jabbed into her rear. Someone, perhaps inspired byt the old man, decided to use their hands to slap her breasts and watch them wobble. The belt struck her back. The paddle whacked across her midriff and later was used to hit her calves. Now and then as a blow hit one of her legs she would raise it up from the pain and do a brief turn on one leg.

The guests were laughing and shouting in glee if they made a particularly good mark or got a good reaction from her. They would shout ideas to each other and let out shouts of encouragement. The thin old man who had decided to use his hands instead of the belt now, was slapping her everywhere. Breasts, back, thighs, calves. Her body was becoming covered with red patches from hands, stripes of different sizes, wide belt welts, red glows where the paddle struck, a few blood droplets from the pointed needle and of course the numerous thin red stripes from the whips. Several of her tormentors had a different implement in each hand.

When she seemed to be marked all over and she no longer had the energy to respond to new hits as well as she had at first the guests began to lose interest and Tom Forrest called a halt.

“Time for more drinks,” Forrest said to get them back to their chairs, though just at that moment David, trying occasional whip upstrokes between her legs, managed to land a good solid blow right in her slit. Sarah let out a scream . She knew there would be trouble if she fell or bent. She absorbed the pain by going on tip toes, her arms stretched as high as they could, her whole frame rigid, her face a frozen mask, mouth open, eyes bulging.. The high pitched scream seemed to linger in the air. There was a momentary silence and then Tom Forrest said, “and what better time to stop. Well done David. Entertainment, can get everyone’s orders and bring us drinks.”

The guests returned to their chairs. Sarah pulled herself together. The whole surface of her body hurt and the pain in her cunt was still agonising when she knelt legs apart, arms behind back, in front of the man who had just struck it to ask him what she could get him. He said a vodka on the rocks. She went to the bar, made one, knelt in front of him and offered it up.

“What’s this?”

“Vodka on the rocks Sir.”

“I said Whiskey on the rocks you dumb cunt. Get across my lap.”

Sarah put the drink on his side table and went across his lap. He gave her a sound spanking. The others enjoyed the sound of his hand slapping onto her ass cheeks and chimed in with various comments about her being stupid and dumb. They relaxed and enjoyed seeing her butt cheeks judder and shake. Enjoyed hearing the pained sounds coming out of her mouth. Enjoyed the kicking of her legs as the prolonged punishment began to bite. When her ass was rosy red and there were tears in the corner of her eyes he pushed her off him to roll on the floor with a thud. The others applauded.

“What a stupid Entertainment,” said one.

“Yeah, what a dumb bitch.”

Sarah got to her feet, took the vodka away and returned with a whiskey. She knelt legs wide, arms behind back in front of the thin old man. He ordered a brandy. She poured it and offered it to him on her knees as she had David.

“What do you call this?” he asked, staring at her.

“A b, b, brandy Sir.”

“More like half a brandy. I want more than this. Come here. He pointed at a spot between his feet. She shuffled forward and he began slapping her face. Right, left. Right, left. Right, left.

“Yeah you give it to her Conrad,” she heard the woman say.

“Yeh, stupid slut,” said the short grey haired man in his fifties.

Tom Forrest just laughed and clapped his hands.

The old man kept slapping her until her face cheeks were as red as her ass cheeks and she was crying.

“Now get me a triple.”

“Yes Sir. I’m s,sorry sir.”

The next guest was Maureen and she ordered a cocktail. She claimed there was a missing ingredient, put her over her elegantly covered lap and caned her with a thin black stick with an ornamented handle. The usual comments and laughing at her predicament continued.

The grey haired man treated her in a similar manner after bringing him the wrong make of lager. He had wanted the one that was in the cupboard rather than the bottle that was visible with the other drinks. He used a small paddle on her thighs, alternating the strokes between them.

Finally it was the turn of Mr Forrest himself. He did not complain about the whiskey and soda she brought him. Instead he slapped her tits back and forth for embarrassing him with his other guests. He slapped one tit and said “apologise for embarrassing me before my guests and say how stupid you are.”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you before your guests Sir. I am very stupid.”

He slapped the other breast, “what?”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you before your guests Sir. I am very stupid.”

He slapped the other, “what?”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you before your guests Sir. I am very stupid.”

This was kept up for some time. She began crying when he brought out a small cane and began striking her tits with that. Her breathing became laboured and her sentences more difficult to say.

“Aaaah! I’m, s,sorry I embarrassed you b,before your g,guests sir.”

“Aaaaah!”

Are you a stutterer cunt?”

“N,no sir,” Sarah manged to gasp out.

“Well you’re sure sounding like one..”

“Aaaah!”

This continued for a few minutes before he said, “okay slut. there’s a dildo on the table, get on your back and fuck yourself with it and make sure you come. Remember we’re experienced people here. We know the real thing.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

As Sarah lay on her back pushing the dildo in and out of herself and rubbing a breast with the other hand to help her come the guests chatted for a while. The conversation seemed to vary between business meetings and sex parties they had attended or prostitutes they had used and what they had done to them.

Sarah’s various pains faded and the marks from her ill treatment went away. She began to moan a little as she worked herself up. She closed her eyes to try and imagine a romantic scene where she was masturbating for her lover and how much she enjoyed it. The guests’ conversation dropped as they saw she was near to climax and Maureen approached, knelt in front of her and replaced the dildo with her own caresses and fondling of the girl’s cunt. Sarah was told to open her eyes. She pushed back at the hand and massaged her breast breathing more and more heavily. Her loins began to move against the lesbian’s hand. Her eyes glazed over.

“She’s coming,” said David.

“Yeh, slut,” said the old man, who looked easily eighty.

Sarah came. She let out little cries, her loins jerked back and forth, Maureen rammed some fingers into her and jammed them in and out while making sure she was still tickling her clit with the other hand. Sarah climaxed her normal medium climax, but the lesbian knew this was not enough and knew the things to do to make her come more. Sarah’s cries became louder and hoarser, her whole body trembled, her loins seemed to go out of control and her legs twitched as she came in a huge climax.

Maureen pulled her juice covered fingers out and stopped tickling her clit. Sarah fell back exhausted and shamed.

“Wow she certainly came there,” said one of the men.

“What a trollop,” said another, “guess we’ve been too gentle with her. It’s just turned her on.”

“Yes,” said Forrest, “now we’ve had the hors d’oeuvre, it must be time for the main course.”

Maureen put her fingers to the entertainment’s mouth for her to lick and suck clean before standing and withdrawing.

“On your feet Entertainment,” said Forrest again, “I think it’s time we had some real entertainment.”

Forrest led her by the arm to a door that led to a large dungeon room. The others followed bringing a few bottles with them.

The room had black quilted walls. There were several black leather sofas around the sides and a range of movable chairs dotted around. There were racks with every kind of dungeon toy. Whips, bondage equipment, metal, leather and plastic toys and various sized cages on wheels. Hooks and bolts were attached to the sides and floor everywhere and the usual mixture of crosses. Mr Forrest was a rich man, but everyone who rented Sarah was.

He put her wrists in leather cuffs and hung her from a hook attached to a chain that ran through pulleys to a winch against one of the walls. By this time the others had removed their clothes. The short grey haired man pushed himself against her back and cupped her breasts in his hands. She could feel his cock already hard pressed against the slit of her ass cheeks. He nuzzled her neck. He moved a hand away from groping her breasts to move his cock against her ass hole and then pushed in. He must have greased it as it went in easily. She had anyway greased her own asshole with vaseline before coming in case someone tried it unlubricated, couldn’t get it in and took it out on her.

In spite of this it always felt like a violation. With John it was more a twisted sex act that he liked to do to her, but she never got used to being fucked and sodomised and orally raped by strangers. It was always a violation and a rape, affecting her mind as well as her body. Perhaps that was why she was so popular. They could see the pain and humiliation in her eyes no matter how many times it was done to her.

The man sighed contentedly into her neck and pushed in and out a few times before withdrawing.

“H’mm, surprisingly tight for such a slut.”

“I believe she does penis satisfaction exercises,” Forrest laughed, “two fifteen minute sessions of squeezing her cunt and arse per day.” The man nodded at the explanation as he stood back.

The thin old man came up to her next and pushed his hand between her legs to cup her cunt and push two fingers up.

“Squeeze it then cunt.”

Sarah squeezed her cunt muscles.

“H’m, not bad.”

He pulled his fingers out and pushed them in her mouth for cleaning.

David, the well built blonde man and Forrest were putting cuffs on her ankles and stretched them out with chains to fit two rings on the floor. It was loose enough to enable her to move, but not quite loose enough for her to close her thighs.

Forrest now started the main entertainment. He stood to one side of her while the guests took seats where they could see and began whipping her front. He whipped her legs, her torso and her breasts randomly moving from one area to another. Her agony could be expressed through some movement of her legs, twisting and turning and of course through her mouth. Her mouth made grunts, then gasps, then loud moans, then screams, then very loud screams. He paced the strokes to give time for the pain from each stroke to sink in. After a while however, her body did not stop twisting and turning between strokes, it became a continuous dance of agony with the musical jangling of her leg chains providing the accompaniment . He stopped when it looked like she was about to pass out.

He moved to her heavily striped body, went behind her and stretched round to grasp her tits which he kneeded and squeezed. The entertainment moaned and groaned as he squashed his hands against the welts and squeezed and abused striped and bruised globes. He got a few more high pitched screams from her by twisting her nipples. The guests laughed and encouraged him to be more severe.

He moved slightly to the side to jam three fingers up her cunt.

“Three fingers of whiskey for us. Three fingers for Entertainment’s cunt,” said one of them.

He rammed hard, the heel of his hand hitting against her clit and mound to give not pleasure but pain, a fact very evident in Sarah’s face contorting with each thrust.

“Make it four fingers.”

“Put your fist up her.”

“Fist the cunt. Fist the cunt.”

Forest put four fingers up her. Sarah screamed louder. She was sure it would split her. Break her vaginal ring like a too big baby. It didn’t. Just caused immense pain. Forrest knew she would not be able to take more fingers. After he thought sufficient hurt had been inflicted he pulled his fingers out and jammed them into her mouth instead. This was not for sucking clean. This was to violate her. To push them down her throat.

“Uuuh. Uuuh. Uuuh,” she managed as he pulled them back to her lips and then pushed with all his might to get them down her throat. He held them there, one long push. She gagged and retched and fought for breath that didn’t come. Her eyes bulged and a look of panic was clear.

“Choke her. Choke her. Let’s see her pass out.”

Forrest complied and the poor girl collapsed to the floor as he pulled his a fingers out and gripped her as she fell.

The Entertainment was brought round, stood up and Forrest invited the audience to fit some toys on her.

Clamps were attached to her nipples and cruel crocodile clamps, biting deep, to the skin of her breasts. Sarah clenched her teeth and let out small noises as each new torture was inflicted. More crocodile clips were attached to her cunt lips. The excruciating pain only became worse as they attached weights and bells. She began a continuous “oooooh, ooooh,” sound.

The thin old man put a dildo with metal rings into her. It was attached to wires and a battery and dial. They began electrocuting her, standing in a semi circle to watch her gyrations and stiffening.

As the current was increased Forrest put a rubber ball between her teeth to bite on so she wouldn’t bite her tongue. Her head twisted from side to side and they saw the force with which she was biting down. Her pelvis jerked and stiffened then fell slack and her legs straightened and loosened as the current went on and off.

“Uuuh. Uuuuh. Yuuuuuuh!”

The chain jangled like crazy and all the bells jingled and the weights hanging from her breasts swung wildly adding to the pain the clamps were already causing. She was jerking and twisting so much it was amazing only one two crocodile clips were flung off from her efforts. This resulted in a huge muffled “Yaaaaaaaaaahh!” and a cheer from the audience.

The ball fell out as her mouth opened as wide as her eyes to scream. The current was dropped while the ball was pushed back in by Maureen. She slapped her face hard a few times. She liked the way slapping always brought a few tears to her eyes.

“Keep it in you dumb fuck.”

Then it was back to more fun as the control box was passed from hand to hand. Some blood trickled from where the crocodile clips had been flung off. Attached bells jingled. Weights clanged as they banged into each other.

“I love the way those tits swing around, I’m surprised the whole tit doesn’t come off,” said David.

The box was put to one side and some electric wands were handed out. They touched her in various parts and pulled their triggers and watched as she flinched away. Forrest took the ball out of her mouth so they could hear her cries. Left thigh, right ass cheek, left breast, midriff, back, calf, cunt. Of course the cunt, it was like it was a magnet for the wands. Occasionally Forrest would touch her with a mild cattle prod that he had reserved for himself. This threw her into an entire body jerk. Oh what fun it was.

Like all fun it eventually palled. The guests gradually went back to their chairs to drink and watch and when the last one left she was given some more dildo shocks until her reactions began to get less through sheer exhaustion and she was about to pass out again.

The dildo was pulled out and Forrest stood in front of her and pushed his hard dick into her. He humped her a few times before withdrawing. Each of the other men came forward to briefly stick her. One in the front and one in the back at the same time. The old man replaced David at her front, his repellant mottled face inches in front of her and then rubbing against her cheeks and his wrinkled lips pushed against her as he probed her with his vile tongue..

It was just a brief fucking so that each could show their ownership and superiority to her. Then she was let down and collapsed on the floor, bells, clamps and weights jangling. She was made to crawl over to Maureen to give her a tongue job. The men took it in turns to fuck her ass or cunt as they felt like while she did it. No-one wanted to come yet so it was not long before Maureen pushed Sarah’s cunt juice covered face away and she was once again used as bartender. Once again being spanked, slapped or caned for her trouble. This time it was more painful because of her weighty decorations and the painful welts, stripes and bruises still there from her previous ill treatment.

After this she was finally given a rest, allowed to remove the clamps, lie on her back and fuck herself with a vibrator. Of course they enjoyed her screams as she took off each clamp. Everyone talked about what they had just done and how it compared against other things they’d done. Several talked about a particularly savage party they had attended on a small caribbean island. As this was a small party it was not going to compare with parties where there were large numbers of doms and subs present but all agreed Sarah had been good entertainment till now.

Too soon it was time for the finale. Sarah was suspended belly to the floor by ropes around her middle so she hung at waist height. Her head was pulled back and her legs hung toes touching the floor.

The short grey haired man went between her legs. David took her head. Maureen stood on one side with an expensive decorated whip. Conrad, a little saliva coming from his wrinkled old lips, stood the other side with a short whip taken from the rack. Sarah felt the grey haired man’s cock push into her cunt and a moment later her hair was pulled back, her mouth opened and David pushed his large cock into her mouth and straight down her throat. Two stripes of fire flashed across her back as Maureen and Conrad brought their short whips down on her back.

In and out of her mouth. In and out of her cunt. Slash, slash, across her back.

“Use her gentlemen. Use the whore for all she’s worth,” Tom Forrest encouraged from the side lines.

“Ung, ung, ung,” said the entertainment as the short grey haired man pushed into her cunt and swung her forward to impale the cock in her mouth further down her throat.

“Aaaang! Aaaang!”

The whips bit into her back, but her cries were cut off by David’s cock re-entering her throat. As lunge followed lunge the violations of her cunt and mouth became secondary to the pain from her back. She was screaming into the cock now as whip stroke fell over whip stroke. Lines crisscrossed and fell over one another leaving ugly welts and bruises. In places the skin broke and blood droplets welled up. Saliva poured out of her mouth as she choked from lack of breath. Sometimes David left it in, watching her face turn red from lack of oxygen and her struggling to breathe took precedence over her twitching body from the swish, splat of the whips. He looked into her pain filled pleading eyes and pulled out as they went glassy telling of an imminent pass out. He would give time for saliva to roll out between desperate gasps for air interspersed with cries of pain, before returning to his leisurely strokes. He twirled his hand to the grey haired man. They both withdrew.

A few rope clips changed position and the entertainment was turned over belly up. Maureen moved to her face and plunged her cunt over her mouth. Sarah began licking and sucking at her clit. She had to cooperate. Her brother would ask them for a report. But she wanted them to come more than they did. The faster she could make them come the sooner the ordeal would be over. She licked across Maureen’s juicing hole swallowing the cunt juice that came from it, continuing her tongue movement to the clit. Sucking and licking and then returning to lick the length of the slit again.

“That’s right you slut,” said Maureen, naked but still wearing her red high heels and necklace, “put that tongue up me. Let me feel it whore.” She pulled and twisted her nipples to encourage her.

The old man had moved to her cunt now, plunged in and out a few times and then pushed into her arsehole. He seemed big and hard for his age. She wondered if he had taken any pills or perhaps the sheer violence kept him hard. At one point he pulled out and grabbed a paddle from the wall and from underneath whacked her arse cheeks. She screamed into Maureen’s cunt, exciting her to produce more cunt juice to run down the entertainment’s throat. Her cunt smelt strong and the wetness covered the whole of her chin, lips, nose and lower cheeks. The man stopped the paddle to brutally push back into her arsehole, Maureen started twisting and pulling on her nipples to keep the screams coming.

The screams did come, coming into the lesbians cunt hole, over and over as her nipples were tormented and whips started coming down on her torso, belly and mound as they had on her back.

Maureen came with a squeal of delight pulling hard and upwards on her nipples at the same time, her sounds of pleasure mingling with the entertainment’s high pitched screams of pain. The old man came in her bowels, slapping her arse cheeks as hard as he could over and over as the spurts shot into her.

He pulled out so that David could take his place and plunge his large cock into her cunt. As he plunged in and out readying himself to deposit in her vagina, the old man’s semen was already leaking from her arse hole.

The grey haired man took Maureen’s place. He pushed her head down to thrust his penis into her mouth. He began slapping her cheeks alternately as he pushed in and out.

“Use your tongue bitch. Use your tongue.”

“Squeeze your cunt muscles fuckcunt,” said David from the other end, slapping the inside of her thighs. They did not expect their abuse to stop her from maximising their pleasure.

Slap on the right cheek, slap on the left cheek, plunge in, slap, pull out, slap, plunge in.

Slap on the left thigh, plunge in, slap on the right thigh, pull out, slap on the left thigh..

Tom Forrest finally came over and pulling and twisting on her right tit played with himself with his other hand till they all came almost simultaneously. Forrest shot out glob after runny glob on her tits. The grey haired fifty year old shot into her mouth and continued pushing in and out even after he had finished to keep the thick white liquid moving against her tongue and David came in her cunt.

“Aaaaah,” they sighed almost as one before falling back to the sofa and chairs to swig some more drink and get their collective breaths back. The entertainment was left hanging uncomfortably from her ropes. She moaned and gasped and small sobs were heard as tears rolled from her eyes.

“She can certainly tighten her cunt well.” said the old man.

“And the whipping made her throat contract nicely too,” said David.

“Yes, I think all in all she was a decent bit of entertainment. Thank you Tom. You’ll all have to come to my place next,” said the grey haired fifty year old whose name no-one had yet mentioned.

“I’m sure we would like that,” said Tom Forrest, “I guess I’d better untie her and return her to her owner. Her brother I believe.”

The others smiled as if they thought this was indeed the way a brother should treat a sister and fifteen minutes later Mr Forrest conducted her to the door. He put her naked outside with her dress in her hand. John was parked opposite and came to get her.

“I trust she performed satisfactorily,” he said nodding hello.

“She provided reasonable entertainment.” Tom Forrest wasn’t going to say anything that might put the price up for next time. He idly wondered if her brother fucked her as well as whored her.

John nodded and took her to the car. He noted with satisfaction the welts and bruises on her. He would not have to give a discount. It would take a few days for the more severe ones to fade. He put her in the front seat which was covered with plastic so any fluids leaking from her holes wouldn’t mess up the car and drove off. She was still holding her dress in her hand. They both knew there was no point in putting it back on. Once she’d cleaned up John would fuck her, making sure to squeeze and rub where it would be the most painful before, satisfied, he would go to sleep.

Perhaps if he was in a good mood he’d let her sleep with him in the bed instead of on the floor.