The final chapter. Thanks for all the excellent feedback. Glad to know that there are so many perverts out there who enjoyed the degradation of AJ and Robbie. Your e-mail made the later chapters stronger! Guess I'll start on a new series someday, but should I use these characters or start a whole new story line?!
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Whack! Slick slapped me across the face with his open hand. I could see a dark spot forming on his light blue basketball shorts. The dude wasn't wearing any underwear tonight. His cock was pushing out in front and getting harder each time he hit me.
He punched me in the eye. "You stupid faggot. What the fuck's the idea telling this Puerto Rican fuck where the boss lives?"
I didn't say anything. I just got back up on my knees in front of Slick, waiting for either the next blow or the chance to suck off his dick. He was really worked up now and as he got angrier he hit harder and his cock got bigger.
Pretty soon he had his cock out and was stroking it. Pre-cum leaked off in a long rope. I stared at it and finally said, "Please Slick, let me suck that off."
I had barely got it in my mouth when he started a new line. "Tonight, faggot, we're gonna get you all dolled up. I got some fishnets, high heels, a stretch mini skirt, and a little top to go over your bra. I'm gonna take you up to Biscayne Boulevard where the real girls work and see how much we can make there. With that pretty long blond hair and you being so fuckin skinny, I think we can fool them."
I pulled on his cock even harder. The idea of going out in public dressed like a woman was almost too much to bear. It was bad enough to be on my knees now in panties and a bra, sucking off this thug, but what he was gonna make me do- well, I just wished I was back with my girlfriend. This shit was fucked up.
Slick came in a bellowing rage. "Fuck, yeah, faggot, eat that cum you fuckin queer."
Minutes later he had kicked me to the floor, and he had tossed the girl clothes at me. I started to get dressed while he took a piss and then came by to spit on the tied up and still passed out Miguel.
EIGHT PM
It wasn't even dark yet, but here I was standing on the Boulevard, trying to make eye contact with guys in cars as they drove by. Slick watched me from his parked car. This had to be about as low as I had ever gone.
I stood there, struggling to stay upright and even walk in these high-heeled shoes. I wore my black panties under a stretchy black micro mini skirt. Somehow I had squeezed into black fish net stockings and I had to wear a fucking garter belt around my waist to keep the stockings up.
I still had on the black bra, and I wore an unbuttoned and sleeveless black mini jacket that let everyone see my waist and my bra. I had used a blow dryer to tease out my long blond hair and clumsily applied lipstick and this rouge shit to my cheeks.
I couldn't believe anyone would believe that I was really a girl, but Slick said to keep my voice to a whisper and to say I was on the rag and would either have to give a blowjob or take it up the ass. I clutched a small black purse he gave me to make it more realistic.
Cars slowed down and some yelled at me calling me a "whore" or a "pretty bitch" but no one had stopped yet. Slick said a hundred to suck a guy's cock, two hundred if he wanted to fuck me.
He told me on the way over that ZeShawn had taken Miguel's car keys from his pants pocket and given them to Robbie. He told Robbie to bring the car over to him. I guess Robbie was scared shitless of ZeShaun so he did what he was told.
Slick had slipped Miguel a sedative when he woke up and asked for a drink. Slick got it down Miguel's throat disguised in a beer. Apparently ZeShaun's plan was to throw the passed out Miguel out on a street corner, with his pockets stuffed with enough meth to get him locked up for a long time.
Miguel had left a note in Miguel's pocket suggesting a criminal record back in Philadelphia, and even though the meth cost ZeShaun about a grand he told Slick it was worth it to fuck Miguel over and get his ass locked up for a long time. Then he called the cops from a pay phone and told them there was a drug dealer passed out at 19th. Street.
I was totally ZeShaun's whore now. There was no turning back and no Miguel to rescue me.
I looked at myself in a store window. I looked ridiculous, dressed up in these girl clothes. I had a real bad black eye from a punch from Slick, but he said most whores had black eyes from punishment their pimps had to give them from time to time.
I had to admit that I might fool some guy. I was thin, and my long hair looked and was real- no wig like a lot of she-male hookers wore. It was fucked up, I know, but I felt a little sexy in the short skirt. I bent over once and felt like my panties could be seen, the skirt was that short. I kept pulling the jacket shut in front to hide my bra, but it couldn't be buttoned.
I opened my purse and pulled out my cigarettes. Just then a pick up truck with Georgia plates pulled over. It was almost dark now and I could smell the beer on the dude's breath as he leaned out the window.
"Ain't you a little whore, all tarted up out here?" He had a mullet and a backwards Coors Light cap on. His tattoos gleamed under his bare, sweaty arms and shoulders. The stink of his b.o. rolled out of the cab.
"Hi." I said gingerly and softly. "Nice night. Looking for a date?"
"How much? That looks like some `spensive pussy. I ain't no rich fella."
"Two hundred for my backdoor. A hundred for the best bj you ever had" I murmured like a kitten, like Slick had taught me.
"That's a lot for just getting sucked off, but what the fuck. Hop in."
I came around and got in. He quickly pulled down an alley and shut off the lights and the engine.
"I'm on the rag tonight" I cooed. "So just let me take care of you and stay out of my skirt, ok lover? Looks like you got a horse cock on you anyway!"
Just like that he started feeling my nipples through my bra. "Ain't got much titty. Skinny little bitch like you" he mumbled, disappointed and very drunk.
I took his hands away and dove for his crotch. The jeans smelled of piss and automotive grease. I guessed he was a car mechanic. I quickly undid his fly, and reached in for his cock. He wasn't wearing underwear and his smelly but very hard cock came right out.
I dove onto it- it was just my second of the day- after Slick's monster. He moaned loudly and started playing with my hair, kissing it and putting it in his mouth. From time to time he'd touch my chest, putting his hands inside my bra and mumbling, "Fuckin flat titted bitch."
Drunk or no he came pretty quick and before I was done cleaning out his slit, I realized the bastard had passed out. I pulled his trucker wallet out of his jeans and helped myself to the $147 in it.
I got out of the pick up, got another cigarette from my purse and lit it. My mouth tasted like sweat and cum. I found Slick and discreetly handed him the money through his open window.
"Freak passed out so I took everything he had. Not bad for a quick blow job." He didn't say anything and I walked back to my spot.
I pulled another date where I blew a college boy for $75, knowing Slick would beat me up for the other $25, but that was it, and by ten Slick drove by and told me to get in.
"Boss heard how I got you dressed up. Said he wants to see this shit. I really think he wants to celebrate now that he got that Puerto Rican locked up."
I knew Miguel wasn't a Puerto Rican, but ZeShaun didn't and he didn't care. I felt a twitch in my panties as I thought of returning to ZeShaun, done up like a real girl. I was totally his now, and maybe he'd have his way with me tonight to party on his victory. I sat next to Slick who was running his hand up my skirt and playing with my panties, careful not to touch my shit underneath.
My cock swelled from Slick's attention and the possibility that maybe tonight I'd be ZeShaun's only girl, and that he'd fuck me hard and long like his number one bitch.
We finally parked and Slick called ZeShaun to roll up the door. I walked in, looking like a fool as I tried to stay upright in my high heels. Slick stayed back. ZeShaun was totally fucked up. I could see he really had cleared Miguel out of the place although it still smelled like Slick's piss. Guess who'd get to clean that up.
ZeShaun staggered towards me, holding a black leather belt in one hand, and a Steel Reserve in his other. His gun was shoved down his green boxers. That's all he was wearing.
"Looka dis fuckin faggot. Dun up like a real bitch." He whipped the belt and it slashed across my chest. "Fuckin Slick was right. You look good like a real woman whore."
Slick stood behind me. "Drop to your knees whore, when the boss be speakin to you."
I did, tearing the knees of my fishnets. ZeShaun took a long draw, finishing off his quart and he tossed it at me. The bottle glanced off the front of my mini skirt, and my cock twitched to life. He was really wasted, and he slashed the belt again, this time striking me across the face.
"How much dis whore make fo me tonight, Slick?" ZeShaun asked.
"She scored a blow job for a hundred, but let some dude short you on the second date. Or maybe she just holding out on you." Slick conveniently forgot the extra $47 I stole from the redneck.
"Tie da whore up like I showed you." Slick grabbed me by the blouse, tearing it off so I was naked except for my bra, and bent me over one of the purple leather chairs. Then he tied up my wrists to the back legs on the chair, and yanked down my mini skirt, spreading my fishnet covered legs wide. He roughly tied up my ankles to the front legs on the chair.
I was helpless, and started to cry. I could feel my makeup running. Why had I left my girlfriend back in Philadelphia for this life? I was still straight, but now I was trussed up like a pig, wearing girl's underwear, and about to be fucked up the ass by a huge black cock and god knew what else ZeShaun would use first to open me up.
I could smell the sweat on his bare chest and pits. I could picture his strong, hard black chest. First he shoved the top of the beer bottle up my ass, pulling my panties out of the way. Then he rammed the gun barrel up my "pussy" as he kept calling it. I was crying for mercy, and he told Slick to shove something in my mouth to keep me quiet.
Finally, he pulled out the gun and just held it to my head, to terrorize me. I could feel his huge black dick rubbing up against my pussy, pre-cum pushing up against my asshole.
"Bitch, I done had it wid you and yo faggot ways. I am fuckin sick o you holdin out on me, wid all I do fo you. I feed yo ass, fuck yo two, three times a day, an dis is how you pay me back? By dressing up like a common whore and stealing ma cash?
I fucked up you old man, dat stupid ass Puerto Rican, stole his ride, and trowed him to da pigs. How do you tank me? You steal ma monies. BITCH!" and as he yelled he slammed his cock home.
ZeShaun must have been on something stronger than malt liquor, cuz he fucked my ass like a raging bull for close to an hour. I could feel the blood running down the backs of my legs, onto my stockings, after a while. I became almost immune to the pain. My ass had been raped so bad it was numb, and I had long since cum in my panties from the pounding on my prostate.
My new pimp seemed in a drugged out zone. He just fucked me steady like a machine, calling me "bitch", "faggot", and "whore". I knew I had pleased him if he could last an hour. His name calling and fucking was brutal, but I knew I was his top cocksucker and bitch, or he wouldn't still be plowing my pussy over an hour later.
Finally he shot his load, and it too ran out my ass and down my fishnet covered legs. He pulled out and staggered back to his bed and passed out. Slick moved in and he fucked me too, but he came much quicker. Then he left and left me tied up like a piece of meat. Eventually I fell asleep and dreamed that someday I'd get even better girl clothes, and go out some night on ZeShaun's arm as his top lady.
THE END
SIGNED AJ, ZE's WHORE