Harsh Winter in New York: slip & fall...

Verbal13

“Slip & fall”

Infamous New York, another frozen evening in winter.
I’m a working girl, doing what I gotta.

I didn’t choose it but God gave me certain gifts men pay for: my trim and curvy 5’4” gets attention.

My adopted persona for the streets is Jane.

Out here many girls turn tricks; some ho’s don’t like me because my looks draw their customers.

Nobody special, me. We all on a paper chase, pulling for ourselves.

Every damn night. Out in the wind-chilled streets of snow, dressed like a hooker? No way to keep warm.

First trick approaches…. Bingo.

Tonight, already lining up money, maybe finish early with any luck.

Checking for the guy for red flags, not a cop or a nut-job. He seemed decent. Except Jon wants me following him back to his nearby apartment. Always a sketchy move, stepping into a strangers private... god-knows-what awaits.

Feeling my ass freeze, I’m stoked to get anywhere more indoors. Icy howling wind influences my thinking as I accept risk of danger to get warmth again inside. Only 4 and a half blocks walk, he says..

My eagerness for warmth had me on rush, trekking icy sidewalks in heels. I slipped and fell twice in the first block!
Second more painful than the first. Now wincing, I planned to limp it off. Hopefully.

Perhaps a sprain?
I think my boot already began swelling...

Relying heavily on his assistance, ambling slower now, we get almost there.

In our last stretch, loose chunk of ice broke-off unexpectedly.
My legs went straight out from under me.
So surprised we both lost grip- down I went. The third time..

Landing hard. We heard my small yelp of shock with an audible icky-crunch noise.
I had slid off the curb, smacking pavement.

I said “Oh damn, that’s ouch for real. Damn! Hurts like hell!”

He helped me up, “Oh my, let me help you up. You okay?”

Looking sideways at him, I reply, “Maybe just call me a cab now and I’ll do the hospital instead tonight.
Raincheck. Ok lover? You can find another girl, night is young.”

Nodding, Jon pulled out his phone to dial but then paused. He looked me up and down, deciding to bargain with me, like he had the better idea.

“I could call but hear my offer: how about triple rate, $600.
Please, I need ta get my rocks off bad. Less than one hour!
We almost made it, building right there! Has an elevator.”

“I dunno guy.. think it’s broken. It hurts real real bad.” I staggered, trying to balance..

He looked concerned, “I’m pretty sure it is broken. I was a first aid hand at a logging camp, I’ve seen this kind of thing before. That sound was bone I think. Here.. <touches her foot then ankle> toes feel numb right?”

“Ouch. Yes. Ga-Damn.
$600 is a lot but…. Ya don’t actually have that much cash, do you?”

Pulling out a thick wallet, then a stack of green notes,

“Let’s see here. $400, 500, 600, 700, 800.. I got $900 and change. Look at all those Benjamins.”

Suddenly torn by opportunity, rough decision to make. Care for the injury and forsake a big pay-day?
Pain clouding judgement didn’t help me decide. a look of conflicted indecision, unsure feeling pain and confusion.

The Trick helped her balance, and took small steps.
He urged her onward, “Aren’t you freezing, doll? Come up for a few, get warm at least, cup of coffee. if you don’t wanna fuck then I’ll take you to that ER without my money in your pocket. Or you can earn easy big bucks then visit ER.”

Thinking it too good to be true: “So you’d pay $600 to fuck me, while I’m hurt, then get me to an ER after eh?”

“Yeah, you know, I’d even get you $300 to do one more. If you let my roommate bang you baby. We pay for you upfront, you’d earn $900. One hour. Yeah? “

Thinking it over aloud she hesitated,
“What?! 9? Wait, I don’t think so.. a Roommate??

My ankle hurts in ugly ways, I dunno….

Why didn’t ya mention another guy?! I don’t do doubles. No-no!

You’d pay me $900? Upfront?”

“To relieve my blue-balls, I’m offering $900 for an hours work. What da ya say sweetheart?”
He lit up a cigarette, gave me the smoke, then fired up another for himself.

“Smoking always helped me in pain. Sorry girl, you’re super hot, even limping. I offer all my money and you still not sure? How can I...

Let me introduce myself, my name is Bill Henderson. now I’m not a stranger. I’m the guy you shared a smoke with too. So come up already babe, entertain me, err us. Please.”

She sighed, almost resigned to choose money over self-care,
“$900?!”
The back of her mind screamed: Caution. When it sounds too good to be true?
Sometimes it’s legit?
Bigger risk for a bigger reward, how it works. Damn I need that money...

She asked, “I’m wondering will I really get paid?”

“Of course.”

Her lecture recycled, “Understand the ground rules:
No 2 on 1 action, no DP. No kissing, tongues, fingers in me, nothing in my ass.
Fuck one at a time only, alright?
Money on the table, keep timer for 1 hour max. if you can’t cum in the hour, it’s a wrap.
Don’t make me involve my pimp, he packs a glock. no bullshit.
We got a deal?”

“Yeah baby, lotta rules, I get it. Let’s get inside already, shall we?”

Limping forward with his support, “only one hour. Then we hit the ER?”

“Sure girl. For your ankle, right now, we got some pain meds. Maybe ice too if you like.”
He encouraged me to limp the last stretch.

Thank god there was a lift up to the fifth floor! While the lift was coming down the Jon called somebody from his phone,

“Yeah dude. Listen up. I want you to find any ‘scrips, some kinda medicine, look in the cabinets.
Whatever, maybe Vicodin? Nab it, whatever we got. I got us a babe! Help me out here, Doug. Yeah, you can later
...
alright, capiche?”

He looked over at me, seeming with genuine concern I thought, as we took the lift up. Bill placed $900 cash down my shirt into my bra.
Money snug between my tits!

Strangely just that paper helped my ankle hurt less plus refreshed my motivation. Weird, right?

Grateful to be paid up front, I smiled. Just effort to be friendly.

I guess that was misunderstood because when the door opened he tried to kiss me.

I blocked him with hands, shaking my head.

“Remember? Rules!” I said.

He nodded sheepishly.

Out from the entry, we saw his apartment door, #519, was farthest down the hall from our elevator.

We hobbled along, starting down the long corridor.

Requiring his support to limp, I held him close. He helped me- but helped himself too. He took full advantage to feel me up repeatedly.

Arriving at the door, it opened for us to get inside- to warmth at last!

The place was a mess, but fancy and sizable. They helped me to the nearest couch to sprawl out on.

“I’ll get some ice.” Bill said and left from one exit from the room.

From the other entry, a scruffy looking tattooed dirty-blond bloke entered the room hesitantly with water and a bottle of pills.

“Hey. I’m Doug.” He said. “Want painkillers? We got some”

Desperate for relief I accepted. “Thanks.”

I swallowed two white large pills - I guessed prescription.

Doug was staring at me, looking me over. No doubt undressing me in his mind.
Doug’s head now gently nodding with a smile. He started babbling until Bill returned:

“Bill, you didn’t say what a friggin knock-out she is. You helping a street-girl, hooker got hurt?
So what happened to her anyway?”

Groaning as I shifted place of my leg, I then chugged more water to quench thirst.

Bill didn’t reply or reappear.

“Slipped on the fuckin’ ice too many times.” I grumbled a response since Bill didn’t.

The trick, Bill, came back with a cold-pack in one hand and a fabric scissors in the other.
He approached the couch, then started cutting my jeans from the bottom leg, up.

I burst out, “Okay now, that’s enough? Yeah?”

He cut well past my knee, up the thigh and up to the waist. Cutting the pants up, soon falling off.
After the injured leg was free he applied the cold-pack to my injury. I held the ice against my swelling.

And he kept on cutting at my jeans.

I spoke again, “Woa.. there Cowboy.”

“Wait now.” I said. “I need those clothes to wear, don’t cut so much.”

To my alarm, it appeared Doug had begun filming us with his phone.

Bill kept cutting and yanking fabric while I begged and pleaded.

Soon all my clothes were pulled off, in tatters.

My body: naked, exposed.

I couldn’t fight him, them. No hope to flee.

Feeling stared at nude, I fought to stay calm. Bluffing nonchalance, I maintained an air of commanding confidence. Despite my terror, I pretended to still have control.

.
“Okay, “ I announced, “since you got me naked, let’s start. One at a time, have your fun with me. Up to one hour, then to a doctor, right?.”

I setup the timer, asking who would be first.

“Ssshhhh now, pretty darlin.” Bill stood up, “just hold on a minute.” He enter the bathroom, half a minute later returning with a wet warm small towel. With it he cleaned & freshened me up, which felt good.

Clearly not follow my instructions, he was moving around grabbing a few things.
Doug was filming as Bill collected rope, tape, fabric scraps of my former clothes.

I felt the situation was deteriorating and I thought about 911.

I was caught off guard when Doug unexpectedly snatched my phone from me.

I wanted to scream and curse at him, unleash my wrath. Yet I refrained, sensing it couldn’t help.

Anticipating impending trouble I felt the knot in my stomach. Dread.

Without any means to escape I became resigned.

The last thing on the table was a bottle of Rye which both Bill and Doug took a swig from.

After wrapping my wrists together behind my back, Bill used the rope and tape effectively. I couldn’t even scratch my nose. Bill tipped me over, positioned his penis, spitting saliva down to lubricate my ill-protected snatch.

In dry-shock, very unprepared to sexually host his invasive push at penetration.

Physically in terror, my vagina tightened, remaining dry at a bad time.
Slightly moistened from the warm rag and spit, he was hell-bent on pushing his shlong into me.

I squealed and squirmed. He spit more, got leverage, and sank it into my guts.

All the way in; he paused there.
I remember his shaft felt snug.
Snug and full. Just fit, tight. Throbbing but peaceful, at rest.

I didn’t know it but that was the last calm before the aggressive penis pounding penetration.

Like a motor warming up, he started dragging out and shoving into me.
Rubbing harshly, friction and pain!
At first slow plunging in, he saw my suffering.
Rather than stop, he thrusted faster, gaining pace.

Hammered me for several minutes before he emptied his balls in me, pumping lubrication belatedly needed. .

Finally he stopped. My ankle was exploding by then.

Naively, I thought now it would be over soon. At least half done, I thought. Still optimistic they would soon get me to an ER.

Little 130 lbs me with a broken ankle was unable to do much before the next man, Doug, pinned me under him.
More than 200lbs of man, kept control of my body to stay inside my already ravaged vagina and enjoy himself.

On top between my legs, in missionary, he was on easy street.

Any hope of escape was a lost cause; pure fantasy.

I cried as he rutted away on me. Accepting I had lost all control. Not Again.

I asked him to use a condom but he wouldn’t of course.

My tears and protesting didn’t bother him at all.

Priority was his erection. Pounding it into me. I yowled for awhile, suffering.

Having no leverage to bargain, I begged for mercy.

I only hoped that satisfying their needs would be enough. Pray they would be honorable in the bargain.
Often but not always a safe assumption. Still uncertain, I hope for the best.

After Doug spilled his seed in my womb, only a moment later Bill returned again.

I thought Bill had been watching Doug humping me like a rag-doll on the bed. (Found out later I was right plus he filmed it)

I looked at my phone resting across the room. I knew we were approaching the hour ending but both men were looking lustfully at me, tied up naked on the bed. I wanted to hury them: get me to a hospital already! But I didn’t think bossy pushing would go too far.

I thought Doug might come over with the money and a smile.

Instead Doug approached with a a malicious grin, showed me they had cut my clothes into smaller scraps by sprinkling the pieces, like snow fall, in front of me.

He pulled out another roll of extra wide sticky-tape.

“Let’s get you proper fixed up. If you want $1100, you gonna earn it baby doll. Thats right, we ain’t gonna rip you off, but we need to rework them rules. Ready, Baby?”

Shocker

Well this is a hell of an introduction, I enjoyed this a lot.

Verbal13

Thank you very much for comments; always appreciated!

Enjoy...

Harsh Winter in NY

PART 2

Protagonist’s swirl of thoughts (reintroduces plot ingredients)

Jane lay suffering, her Fear narrowly in check. Struggling to pull herself together, not melt down, but maintain confidence. Her mind’s flurry of activity was spinning on full alert:

Thought:

Damn my leg injury tonight, drastically cramping my options. I can barely walk; any limping super hurts. Fairly sure it’s broken. Numb toes, ankle really swollen, a softball.

Oddly, despite I can’t run, I feel some compelling urge to make a break for it!
If I could even get across the room for my phone.

This evening’s gone off the rails; my wrists not supposed to be bound.

I wish I had been more cautious or at least more lucky on this one.

My predicament arose after my slip-slides, injury on ice, headin to this big-money Trick for a simple hour. Wish I called it off, oh well.

Bill and Doug each took a forceful turn on me; Pricks got what they wanted, with no condoms, both inseminated me. Left me there, on their dirty couch. Agonizingly too crippled to get anywhere, laying naked (with only sox on.)

I’m desperate for an ER but sadly dependent on these shmucks who promised to assist me.

Doug just announced I’d have to earn my $1100? Trying to negotiate my ground rules?!?

I shuddered to think what was meant by, “... rework them rules.” They already ignored, broke, so many rules!

Sure, I’m scared. It’s time to get out of here, with my cash, to that ER asap.

Enough thinking over my play, I just gotta do it smooth: collect money and shut down these fools.

Snap out of stunned-disbelief, day-dreaming.

Having been a whore for years really don’t reduce dangers much. Risks, like getting a psycho-killer or a client who won’t pay, always exist.

I’ve seen when any Rules get broken, ‘all bets are off.’

Action!
Experience has taught me to recognize when I’m in a tight spot, like tonight. I aim to manipulate Bill with my honesty; feed that ego with a twist of guilt, straight-up:

“Bill, what’s your roomy talking ‘bout? We had a deal, yeah?
You guys are gonna pay me. Time to get to the ER. Right?
Quit joking around boss, untie me and put down that tape.
Can we get going?”

Bill gestures at Doug to wait, hold on.

Bill paused a few seconds in thought, “alright... a deal is a deal. You might go with $900. But if you stay for another half-hour I’ll add $300. Can’t you wait a few more minutes?”

Wow. Wasn’t expecting that, I went livid, probably changed color too. Pain can wreck my patience.
Looking back, I wish I had stopped to breathe- think first.
Now enraged I let ‘em have it:

“Really??

What the fuck for?” I asked, losing my cool & raising my voice.

“You guys done fucked-up the rules: tied me up without permission, cut up my clothes, got rough and hurt me, no condoms, plus we way over the agreed-upon time limit already.
THEN you ask me to stick around here for $300 more? I don’t even wanna know why!
Naw, remember, lover, my leg is major busted. Comprende amigo? so No! No way.”

Venting the frustration and pain, I unleashed my righteous, well-justified, wrath. It felt good to get angry and stand up for myself; speaking the truth.

Silence…. Guy’s stunned; speechless. I took a few deep calming breaths.
Got to remember the audience. Hope I didn’t over-bet my hand.

Seeking to soften up, no more lecture. Change up this vibe by speaking soft, to sound respectful, reasonable and relaxed.

I politely ventured:

“Yeah, anyway…. I’m tired, in pain. I’m sorry.
Come-on gentlemen, please get me somethings to wear and let’s get me over to that ER?
Y’all got what you asked for, what you needed, both of you, right?
Let’s do what I need now, OK?”

I watched them chew the words.
Waiting under incredible stress, some moments pass as this slow fucker figures shit out.

I’m anxiously awaiting a reaction.

Bill nods his head, “Alright, alright, sweetheart, shit, we’ll take care of you. Hold your horses. Let me get my money and keys, find you some clothes and we can skip out ok? Give me 10 minutes.”

He capitulated. Thank lucky heavens. YES!!

Bill left the room, I heard rummaging through stuff. Doug came over to untie my hands which took him a minute. He didn’t make any eye contact, just worked the knots, then turned to go as soon as done.

I rubbed my red-wrists, straightened my hair, tried to sit up straight.

I look over to my phone across the room, on the table, and holler for Doug to get it for me.

Doug left the room through the kitchen, I could hear him using his phone on the way- maybe texting, playing a game or who knows.

I needed his cooperation.

Doug seemed not to hear me.

I repeated myself, louder. As I see it, a few minutes I’m leaving for the ER, why not hand over my phone?

Is the prick spiteful? Did he put on headphones? Wtf?

Putting aside my gripes, I had a fleeting thought: What if this situation had gotten worse?

If they got hostile… if I had to, how could I get out of this jam??
Pondering a few moments, I was stumped.

Scary.

Glad things hadn’t gotten so bad.
Gratitude washed over me: soon I’d get a ride to help, ditch these guys.
I considered how lucky I was, despite many troubles.
Appreciate bits of good fortune, however small.

I recall earlier this evening, time spent on my back. Distracting myself, as I do on the job, I acknowledged nagging “I told ya so” feelings: “told ya this would be extra-drama!” Still I hate it when I’m right about shady characters.

I was figuring him out as he fucked me. This guy had low self-respect, trying to show off like God’s gift, thinks of himself all the time.
Self-centered plus a sadistic streak. He banged me extra hard to make me whimper. It was much worse because of my injury, foot bouncing around- ouch.
So I did whatever he wanted to end it fast as I could. As a child he used to torture animals, I’d bet.

If only I could have trusted my prudent instincts instead of money.

This deal tonight was sounding too sweet to be true. Big money almost never delivers easy, right? Suckered myself here by wishful thinking, chase the cash.

Now I’m on 5th floor, end of hall. Nobody coming for me, and I need to help to get out from here, not escape in a rush, but slowly. I’d be up a creek without assistance and a driver.

Glad not to worry over that, even if things got out of hand. Thankfully, these guys assured me they’d get me to the ER.

I’m ready- its time to get paid and exit, the end is in sight.

Lost in thoughts, several minutes had passed.

Everything got strangely quiet.

Hmmm.

I try to stay calm but was getting nervous here alone.

Calling out, my voice unsteady,

“B-Bill? Hey. W-we about ready ??

Umm. D-doug??”

Nothing.

Just silence. wtf?

I became more anxious. Are they playing with my mind?
… ...
Waiting. Listening. Hear my heart, Thumping hard.
… … … …

I told myself there was an explanation, but I could not imagine it. What was taking so long?

I didn’t want to start shrieking, nagging, or freaking myself out, but that was coming. I let minutes pass.

Then I heard footsteps approaching, not one but from two different directions, actually, of the apartment!

I saw Bill approaching, checking the opposite direction I saw Doug get closer.

I looked back and forth. Neither was moving quickly.
Both doing something on their phone screens.

Doug one-handed his phone, holding tucked under the other arm, something with a bottle.

Bill carried fabric, looking like clothes. Reaching me, he tucked away his phone, saying,

“Was hard to find clothes to fit you. Try these.” he looked up at me.

He tossed me some large sweats, a T-shirt and a beanie.

Bill then knelt down on the floor, cleaning up small clothes-scraps, cut-up and dropped earlier.

Turning my head, Doug had put on the table a shoe-box and some bottle, maybe alcohol.

I gathered the T-shirt to pull over my head, once I had on the shirt I felt much better. Bill stood up with a handful of scraps.

I asked, “Could ya grab my phone off the table?” while I began to figure out how I might get on theses pants… Fortunately large, loose & baggy.

“Oh your phone?” Bill said. As Bill went to get my phone, corner of my eye, I noticed a door swing open, down the hall- must be Doug. He disappeared in the room, leaving the door open.

Bill picked up my mobile. Returning from the table area he called out,
“Doug, we gonna need you. Need a hand.”

As Bill approached me, I sat up. Leaning forward, I looked expectantly at Bill. He seemed to hesitate, still a meter away, paused.

I couldn’t see what he stopped for. Was he intentionally trying my patience?

I’m suspicious but remain calm.

I spoke up, “Hey Bill what’s going on? You guys gonna help me to the car finally?”

I noticed Doug approaching, to give me a hand in standing up.

I heard a cellphone chirp from somewhere, I think from Bill’s pocket.

I reached out a hand to take my phone from him.

Childishly, he offered it to me but then yanked it back as I reached.

Haha. Not.

Twice.

Poor time to play jokes. I almost fell off the couch, balanced poorly on a single foot.

“Bill?” I said firmly.

Then Bill’s stance changed, he moved back, still holding my phone.

“Bill?? Come on.” I repeated, watching him walk back to the table.

Now he wouldn’t make eye contact, the shifty, deceitful motherfucker.

At the table he took the bottle, yanked a stopper to chug a couple swigs. Maybe a scotch or bourbon?

He put it down & spun around to face me. He fired up a cigarette.

“Alright, Jane, we had enough of your bossy bullshit, bitch! You got too many rules. We want to party. You’re our guest of honor: we got plans for you. Guess what we--

I interrupted at that point, “Say what now?!? You’re taking me to an ER!! We agreed, RIGHT?”

I looked up into Bill’s callous eyes, I was about to cry.

Bill mockingly replied, “Yeah, uh-huh, yeah. Right. The ER. For sure. Just not yet. I was about to say, when you interrupted: Doug and I been busy texting while you waited. We figured out the plan, while you waited. You’ll see. Had brilliant ideas.”

I began to cry, falling apart. Heartbroken, I couldn’t believe it.

After a few moments of me wailing, Bill speaks louder, “YOU HAVE WHAT WE WANT- Earn $1100? You can stay with us! Get ready for fun you won’t forget.”

“Sssso”, he aggressively hissed at me:

“Sssstrip off those rags.

...
Good.

Now, open that mouth, girl!”

After pulling the shirt off, I couldn’t stop the waterworks. Felt like I was 5 years old.

His smile beamed down at me, which confused me more- I thought he’s trying to make a bad joke?!?

I sniffled, my face and shoulders expressed my bewilderment and misery, as I began to shrug my hands up in surrender. I guess he just liked to see my tits again.

Bill looked me over approvingly, grinding his teeth, like a father losing patience. His one hand was full of cloth scraps, but his other: unmistakably threatening.

Raising his clenched fist, he loomed over me.

Intimidated, I managed to choke back my tears.

Suddenly surprised. What did I do wrong? Why’d he raise his fist at me?

“Please! I’m Sorry ?” I grovelled from the couch.

Again he wound up for a punch. Menacing me by waving his fist closer, in my face.
He repeated,

“Open your mouth, girl! Now.”

Coerced, I opened my mouth. Bill started to pack my mouth with fabric bits.

I notice Doug had stepped up nearby, preparing an extra wide strip of sticky tape.

Uh-oh… My heart sinks as I realize what is happening, or what isn’t happening. I felt betrayed.

Oh dear lord my worst fears- earlier I was so grateful to be escaping here, but did I speak too soon!!

No...

NO! It ain’t going down like this.

I was stunned, tears streaming down my face, as he packed my mouth like a dentist.

Mouth full enough, Doug slapped tape across my mouth.

Any volume and range of noises I might make, best all-out screaming for help, was ineffective with my lips sealed.

Of course I knew better than yelling for ‘help.’ It wouldn’t make any damn difference.

If you don’t know, learn: New Yorker responses when somebody screams, “help!” ‘round this ‘hood?

Folks gonna slam doors, drop windows & curtains, kill off lights, and then, if you’re lucky, maybe they’d lift their phone. Nobody wants trouble; why’d they get involved with 911?

So I’m better off looking after myself.

Usually. Except not tonight.

Both guys turn to leave me on the couch, I’m freaking out now.

Next thing I know, Bill takes my phone from his pocket, tossing it to Doug.

I heard, “drown that sucka bro. She won’t need that.” then laughter.

Doug caught the phone, already near the kitchen, got to the sink to run water.

Oh wtf?! They soaked my mobile!

Not like I could use or even get to the damn thing at that moment. But sooner or later, I’ll need it!

Disappointing and tragic: loss of that phone.

Feels like a hard punch to the guts after I just got gagged into silence moments earlier. What’s next?

Bill pulls his own buzzing-phone out from his pocket. He answers a call, “Yeah Dad… Sure... 15-30 minutes will be fine. Okay. See you then.”

Bill goes to move a couple heavy-looking boxes room to room.

Doug put on some music, then I lost track of him

I couldn’t pay much attention, mostly lost in self-pity.

Finally I had managed to stop my tears and closed my eyes for a moments peace. Short-lived, both men came to scoop me up. One lifts from my shoulders, under my arms, the other grabs at my waist and thighs to drag my lower body.

“So let’s set her up in the studio room, right?” Doug asked.

“Yep. Let’s move.”

My muffled shrieks of pain as they lug me along imperfectly. Slipping but held in their arms, we move down the hall, toward that room he just put boxes in.

We arrive and entered the room. I was facing up and backward so I saw the ceiling mostly. Then I was set on a low bed, knee height, at center back of the room- finally could look around. Large room: unusual walls with egg-carton style for ecoustics, sound quality and dampening. 15’ square maybe. a bench along one wall. I found out later that the room was once a recording studio. I noticed a tripod in the corner and some big photography lights. Saw in boxes Bill brought, holding video camera equipment.

Bill went to work setting up equipment.

Doug set to restraining me; he pulled from a box some rope, hand-cuffs, lubricant and a phallus-shaped vibrator.

Only wish for a chance to explain ‘no need to tie me down! I’m crippled, moron!’ but they would disbelieve me anyway I guess. Doug didn’t give much extra attention to my injured leg when tying me down. I’d love to break free and rip his head off, it hurts so bad!

Fairly my naked body pinned, vulnerable. My hands cuffed above me. Legs tied to bed frame at the knee, holding my legs spread wide.

Terrified, I feel defeated but try not to show weakness.

Bill looked me over, spread eagle on this single bed. Licked his lips, like a steak-dinner!

He picked up the vibrator toy, turned up buzzing to max and started proding between my legs.

Tickled in a horrible way, not arousing as he fumbled. Was he hoping to turn me on??

Didn’t really trying or had lots to learn!

He figured out soon to spread my vulva, then he used to hands trying to insert the vibrator but I bucked as best I could, rocking my hips. He seemed thwarted for the moment, turning off the vibrator.
His phone made a chirp and he stopped assaulting me, put down the sex toy to check it.

Bill said “that’s guys next door, Larry and Dan, go let em in, Doug?
Smoke a bowl with them, I’m gonna plug her one more time, a quickie!”

“Yeah ok. Go at it.” Doug turned, in no rush, he ambled off.

Bill closed the door, dropped his pants, tossed his phone on the bedside table; hopped on the bed, brandishing his erection above me.

He kneeled down over my neck to plant his groin in my face.

He flopped his mostly soft shlong on my face, but my mouth was taped up! I just cringed.

He quickly jumped lower, between my legs.

“Here we go…”

His act of foreplay was smacking my labia with his limp dick- to watch me flinch? He repeated it a few times.

Then stuffed his mostly-hard erection in me.

I heard the front door open & slamming shut, followed by noise of male voices and laughter.

Maybe 10 minutes later, the door swung open. I had poor view, but no doubt they saw Bill, fucking me on the bed, like savage.

I really started to detest Bill, causing me immense discomfort- I was largely unable to vocalize.

I could see to the side, Doug had brought in two other fellows, like a tour guide. They all sat nearby to watch Bill nailing me, close to climaxing.

They babbled goofy, awkward remarks.

Comments like, “wooaahh Dude! Look at that.” & “You kidding, really?”

Humiliation, on display! I was not used to it yet.

Doug said, “Yes. Dan. Larry. Party just starting, you wanna check this out? When Bill gets done, she could be yours. Pussy ain’t free, so you gotta chip in.”

Doug was pimping me to his guests!
“yeah look, since you’re my bro I drop our price. You can fuck her for $40 each, OK?”

Shaking hands over the money, Doug imitated a “Vanna White” Wheel of Fortune stepping aside to present gesture… the prize?

My helpless nakedness, but not yet vacant. Currently mounted, just taking it.

Bill howled in satisfaction, grinding his pelvis into me, pumping his load into me.

Moments later the door bell rang. Bill didn’t pay attention to his audience as he climbed off of me,

“Hey I’ll get that door, Doug, that’s my Dad. Oh, hey guys.”

TO BE CONTINUED…..

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Harsh Winter in NY
PART III “delusions of grandeur”

Exiting the recording studio, Bill left the door open. As Bill went for the front door to welcome guests, including his father, I was left naked, bound on a bed, exposed.

Three young men in the room looking me over.

Dan and Larry paid Doug $40 each. They flipped a coin; Larry won the honor to climb on top of me next.

Doug was showing Dan the video recording equipment, how to use the stuff. I was shocked when a screen on the wall was switched on because it displayed the live feed from the in-room camera: me spread out on the bed getting shagged. They had a perfect view watching me on the bed; Larry ravishing me in HD on a 50” flatscreen.

I was on display, the porno show for wankers.

A swirl of revelations, thinking about voyeurs:
Imagine being naked in public?
Feeling seen and watched by ‘everybody’
gets frightening.
Now imagine sexual intimacy (Voluntary, involuntary- what diff? ) in public;
Viewed, witnessed, by a substantial audience.
How about sex on camera; recorded for posterity?

My embarrassment deepened, swelled into humiliation. There was a jar, open collection of money gathering up. $20 bills mostly.

Turning my attention, I could overhear the distant noise and conversation near the front door, guests who had arrived, at least two.

Bill welcomed them in and tells a story, like it’s comedy.
They were all laughing over how Bill got a hooker with broken foot stuck here.
How he lured me up here injured, for some fun and help his roomy ‘get some action.’

Bill explained how he wanted more so he asked for a longer date, offering to pay more, but “the hooker crazy flipped out”

Then he spoke in a hush voice, whatever he said, they all laughed hard.

Bill concluded, “Anyway, she’s temporarily occupied, let’s have a drink. Come.”

Sounds moved closer, to the kitchen. As guys talked sports, I picked up names. Gary was one, Roger the other. Roger was into betting on sports games. Apparently, his pal Gary was Coaching Baseball for local teams at nearby University and Highschool. It sounded like the two had some shady money making schemes they pandered to Bill.

Meantime, the fellow on me, Larry, was gentle and timid, thankfully.
A relative break; all too brief.

Next was Dan’s turn to play. Dan wasn’t too rough either except he fixated on my breasts and nipples which drove me bonkers!
He said in many different ways, “I love (your) tits!”

Dan kept grabbing, squeezing, nipping, sucking hard- like trying to milk me.
He couldn’t get enough. I wanted to scream at him, if not for tape over my lips.
Such a relief when Dan the titty-man climaxed in satisfaction.

Doug instructed Dan, who was donning his pants again, “Look in living room, does the TV-feed work?”

Dan stumbled to the other room, half naked.

He hollered reply, “Oh sweet, y’all got linked live video from your studio!”

That’s I when understood they could display any video recorded somehow on the living room giant screen also.

Dan continued from the other room, “Oh Damn, she looks so hot- naked tied on the bed. I’m gonna have sweet sexy dreams tonight!”

OMG! So embarrassing…

I heard various reactions from the view cast on screen, me vulnerable and alone. I heard the deep voice of Roger,
“Here we go, boys I see she looks lonely right now.
Some pussy sounds perfect, I’ll go pump a load in her right now. Show me to your whore, Bill.”

Soon Bill entered with two strangers, older guys. I put name-to-face with Roger. Treating his father like the guest of honor, Roger was made to wait while Bill worked to clean me up first.

Meanwhile Roger stripped down, a grey-hairy middle age man. The room with six men felt like a lot to me, but the sizable recording studio wasn’t full or even crowded.
When Roger got close, he positioned me like his doll; he fondled me. Commented on my physique: “firm thighs”
“great tits, more than a handfull.”

His audience, Bill & Doug plus guests, Larry and Dan, and Gary would echo agreements, “Sure is” or “Yep, sexy.”

Roger creeped me out- showing off, putting on a show for his son and friends. Acting like a critic, giving his review during sex, like he’s some authority.

“Oh that’s grade-A tender snatch…

...soft skin is lushious to touch.

Like the cute sounds she makes when ya stuff her hard (he demonstrates by making a few separate vicious pelvic thrusts, jamming his cock in with a smacking sound)

God I love fresh poon-tang!”

In good shape for his age, Roger worked me over, living it up. A hairy man, rubbing up tickled me terribly.

He went on for much longer than I anticipated. Time in pain passes slowly, as it was. Especially beneath a despicable older fellow who reeked of liquor.

I had to tolerate it all- every obnoxious thing.

I prayed for some help. Or at least a break? Get off this bed to stretch out?!
Eat something??

Get to an ER maybe?!!?

Instead, moments later the other stranger, Gary used me. The fifth guy in a row, this fat, balding, 50-something sports coach, climbed on for his ride. Gary put on a condom, to my surprise, then started fucking me in missionary.

Tubby bastard crushed me with his gut as he diddled me with his wee-pecker. He sweat all over me too. Gross. While he plowed me,

Bill answered his phone:

“Yeah. Ah Scott, what-up.”
….

“Oh really? Downtown now?

…

“Yeah. Real-good shit huh?
...

Who else did?
...

“Awww- like that?
….

No love eh? that’s rough bud.
...
You know, if you really gotta get some… I got what you need.
……

“No idiot, not my ass! At my place, got it going on, show you some pictures, punk-bitch.
...
Whatever. Bye, moron.”

Bill hung up his phone.

Gary promptly got his rocks off, in way less time than his buddy, Roger took.
Soon after Gary was done almost all the guys filed out the room after him- mumbling about drinks or snacks.

Yet Bill, Doug and Dan remained.

Bill aimed his phone’s camera and snapped a couple photos of me naked tied to the bed, then he moved up between my legs to photograph, up close, what must have been a nasty creampie mess. Males are so disgusting like that!

Perv. sent off his pornographic images of me.

Moments later rings Bill’s phone:

“Yep. Uh-huh
….
See? Yeah ok, you can come by. For you, Scott costing you double!
….

Really 1:30 a.m. eh? & Who else?
...
Ok that’s fine, almost 1 a.m. anyway, some of us gonna rack out.
….
Come, somebody will buzz you guys in..
...
For sure, dude. yer welcome. Later, freak.”

Bill hung up his phone, yawned but looked pleased with himself. He left the studio.

Doug told Dan he wanted another go at me, in private please. Doug had been showing Dan about using the video recording system which Doug now turned off.

Dan split.

Doug stripped, after molesting me, he took some pictures, rubbed up on me & started to rape me again.

Doug got busy with his phone trying to get POV video of himself on me, in action, close ups of his cock pushing inside me.

As I tolerated Doug violating me I heard the loud doorbell-gong again.

I was starting to hate that hideous sound: J’IING-J’ONNGG!

Oh hell No!

A cold wave of dread washed over me.

How long will I get trapped here??

I’m really doomed to turn unwanted tricks all night for free!?

Tonight really spiraled into a cluster-fuck SNAFU for me.

Bill-that-Bastard had seemed normal, a middle class, nice guy.
Only later could I discover such punk-ass idiots.

Nobody knows I’m here. If I could just think of some clever plan....

Come up some contrived way out.
Like make ‘em fight each other somehow, or somehow be sneaky- get a phone, call help.
‘Somehow’ is the key word.

As my imaginary scenarios got desperate, I learn the recent doorbell was simply a late night food delivery. I feared more bad men were here for me. whew!

I was hungry, food smelled good, but nobody fed or asked me.

I did get minor relief, break-time.

Apparently I was so tired that I passed out. I’m not sure, but not that long.

My eyes opened later to some spiky-green-blond haired dude, face to face.
This unfamiliar guy had been having sex with my sleeping body! He registered,

“Hey she woke up.”

He went on, making conversation as he thrust intimately inside me, “Hi beautiful. My name is Scott. I’m really glad you’re here. No luck at the club tonight so we came over for your poon.
Yeah… See, I’m on ‘E’ and it’s super potent.
Props, babe, you’re kinky as hell, tied up with your mouth taped-up like that, I didn’t think most girls dig that stuff.”

“Scott, you gonna tell her your life story next?” I was glancing around to find two other guys I didn’t recognize. Clearly all friends; over the next two hours I got to know each of them, biblically.

They were memorable:
Scott, Alex, then Marvin.

I didn’t recognize initially how they all seemed geared-up, pupils large, acting fidgety like they were energized.
Soon I found out Bill, Doug and many guests had already crashed out for the night, but these three were late arrivals. Here to “keep me company.”

Scott wouldn’t keep his trap shut, “you know girl, you’re really hot.
This must be a bulk, package deal or something? so cheap, $40 pussy.
On sale bargain”

At this point I was going insane- unable to speak and tell him my reality as an involuntary captive. How mistaken he was.
I was so angry about tape cover, so long on my lips.
My soul urgently wanted to leap out to throttle him, tear out his tongue.
Won’t someone just rip this damn tape off? I need to rebuke!!

I was silently fuming while he had his good time with me.

Smiling ear to ear, this guy looked like he couldn’t be any happier.

Damn this son-of-a-bitch, enjoying himself so much at my dear expense.

Still burning mad at Scott when his buddy, Alex started in on me.

Somehow Alex helped me get distracted and calm. Young, maybe 21, he fancied himself Romeo. Demonstrating some anatomy knowledge, he was trying to get me off, which wasn’t happening- but I appreciated his effort and the gesture.

The third guy, now he was too devious clever, I tell you. First I noticed how he crawled cat-like to me and supported his own weight- didn’t lie weight upon me like many others.
What blew my mind was this: He whispered in my ear very softly, “Hey I bet you want to get out of here huh?”

My eyes stuck wide, I nod vigorously a few times.
“Don’t be so obvious,” he hissed, “ we can’t let anyone know of my helping you, ok?”

Gently a small nod. Wow! Too good to be true?

“Better. Now I’m gonna figure some way to get help. You need to trust me, be very patient ok?” He whispered.

A subtle nod. Something about him smells good.

“Good girl, now we gonna keep secret about my help, right? Also I need you to help me get immunity, from prosecution, in exchange for my help. You’d do that, right? yeah?”

Nod, Affirmative. He was picking up pace, like he was going to cum soon.

“So I’ll be back with more later. My name is Marvin Luskey. Be strong, I get you out asap. Can’t let em suspect or they’d kill me.”

Then Marvin huffed and he puffed and he blew his nut inside me.

After pulling free, he spoke louder so others would hear, “One fine cum dumpster. Who’s next? It’s near 4 a.m. I’m gonna catch some sleep.”
How rude- still I couldn’t believe my luck. Marv could help me out from this jam?! A game changer!?!
Was that the pheromones of my hero??
Finally I encounter a reasonable man who feels proper-moral about this outrageous criminal behavior, this wicked conspiracy.

Marvin gave me back hope for my situation and mankind; a huge difference. I rested in a daze, briefly.

Something past 4 a.m. Scott came back for his round two. I felt numb as he slowly-fucked me, rambling on and on. Eventually I fell asleep, despite persistent agony. Maybe Scott’s babble helped.

That night the apartment held at least 8, maybe 9 guys who crashed there.

Plus the three late arrivals who each did me in rotation. Horny guys on ecstacy nailing me in early morning hours: 1 a.m. through 4 or 5 a.m. I’m not even sure how many times I was mounted that night.

So I awoke to having my tits squeezed just before another lusty jerk plunged his penis into me.

Violated, my rude awaking to darkness and quiet of dawn?

He rolled me over, spread me out on a couch, raping me sideways from behind, pushing one leg up. I thought my foot broken before, waking up it felt like bones smashed into bits. Bits on fire.
It was a sleepy-blur until I realized Dan was on me. Like a kid at play, he was enjoying my breast-flesh. After he came in me, I expected some peace. Instead he stayed there on the couch to play with my tits! I longed to escape as I was groped.

Rescue by Marvin filled my imagination as long minutes dragged on.

At last, Doug interrupted Dan by taking me to the shower, like 6 or 6:30 a.m.

When more than one guy was needed to bring me to the bathroom they discovered that I really couldn’t walk at all.

Obviously I couldn’t escape anywhere at 1 mph top speed.

After showering clean, they gave me a snack to eat and soda to drink but I had to promise silence. Once they took care of nourishment, some guy had sold the group an idea: to zip-tie my left and right thumbs together, behind my back.
So effective, it was evil. I was rendered helpless and became a plaything.

Thus began the second era of my captivity at chez-Bill.

I got picked up or dragged to a lap and bounced on cock, all morning long. The minute I began to lose it, shrieking ‘let me go’ & complaining too much pain, the tape was out to seal my lips closed again. Damn!

All those same guys from last night, each had me for a “breakfast-shag” as they called it.

The foot pain from near constant bouncing had me losing my mind, making all kinds of muffled noise.

I was brought all over the apartment as the sex-doll; they got creative after I was untied from bed. No longer bound prone, everything became unpredictable. A couple hours they passed me from one lap to another. They laughed as they took many photos of me, all around the room with different men.

I observed Bill and Doug met up at the table with Roger and Gary for a shot of bourbon. They chatted in hushed voices, in a football huddle so I could scarcely hear what was said. I thought it was a mindfuck to make me worry more.

I overheard Roger’s deep voice, “Brilliant idea, trap a crippled quim to play with.”

Chills went down my spine.

My fingers still zip-tied behind my back, I became center feature of the living room, getting passed around every 20-30 minutes like a sex-mannequin.

Casually, some dudes played sports video games on the flatscreen as I was shared in rotation for entertainment. Used by one penis for awhile, moved to the next. Flipped often, either facing away or facing them. I was bounced around on each lap at least once. Almost all of them came in me.

When Marvin fucked me, I expected good news but he whispered merely, “I’m on it, waiting for opportunity. Shhh”

I saw Gary had been on his phone, making lots of calls, but didn’t think much of it.

Continually boys nailed me, like a bad dream, it never stopped. It boggled my mind that these guys didn’t consider their sexual desire and fulfillment was torture from my perspective.

Around 1pm the door bell rang.

Pizza delivery!!

Suddenly many large pizzas arrived and were shared.

The pizza boy was invited in for a treat. His tip was they got video of him ridding me hard, on the low bed in the recording studio, me squealing. He stuck around to take another turn before he left.

Around 2pm they finally untapped my mouth again to feed me. I was so very hungry I didn’t notice until guys were laughing- then I discovered it was cum covered pepperoni pizza.

So hungry, needing to eat, it didn’t matter. I chowed down. They gave me pelingrino and some beer.
They served me another, jiz-topped slice. And a fresh brew.

They got me drunk. Wasn’t hard. Two beers.

The cycle of guys dicking me went on.

Verbal13

I anticipated good news when Marvin’s turn arrived, he fucked me fast. He softly grumbled, “Not yet.” I guess he and others distracted me, I didn’t suspect at all what started up next.
Only much later could I understand how it was fat Gary who brought my nightmare to life.

TO BE CONTINUED....