Chapter 1

 

Having to perform.

 

"Wake up girl. Hurry up!" a voice urgently called. "You can't sleep in here! The men will beat you black and blue!"

Mary, groggy and confused, lifted her head and looked around the room. After a moment, the ghastly events of the evening and the details of her predicament came flooding back. Somehow she'd dozed off after the man had released her wrists from cuffs that were still hanging from the top rail of the bedhead.

The Maturi youngster rolled onto her back, pushed herself up onto her elbows and found that the layers of her flouncy skirts had ridden up, revealing her belly, mons and stockinged legs. She glanced down at her snow white thighs to discover that her pussy and belly were covered in sticky jiz. Mary absentmindedly wiped her fingers across her labia to scoop up the man's seed. The substance had an unusual smell, she thought, holding her fingers in front of her nose, then without thinking, sucked her fingers clean.

A naked girl stood at the end of the bed, gazing down at her with dull lifeless eyes. Where tears had washed away her face paint, Mary could see that her delicate features were covered in bruises. In fact her whole body appeared to have come in for a considerable amount of punishment at one time or another.

The girl's front dildo chain was taut indicating that she had been having anal sex with a citizen on one of the other beds in the room. The silver links emerged from the tube hanging from her metal collar, passed between her huge breasts and dipped into the furrow of her swollen labia, where it connected to the end of a dildo.

Mary's citizen had paid her pimp for using both her orifices, so she was free of her dildos, which had sprung back into the tubes that hung from the collar locked round her neck.

The girl displayed several crudely crafted tattoos between her belly button and vulva. The one that caught Mary's eye, in an arc, just above the dimple of her vulva, was the word, CARLY.

"What's your name?" The girl asked softly.

Mary thought for a second. "Jenny," she lied.

It was the first name that sprang into her head and immediately brought a pang of regret at choosing to enter Glodkin, rather than return to Maralia. Mary's eyes fixed on the slim girl's balloon shaped breasts and the large silver rings dangling from her chunky nipples. Finding such a cruel society in Glodkin had shocked the youngster, but seeing the gaudy outfits of the girls in the whore house had captured her imagination. The spectacle of the girls enticing the men to choose them had fascinated her and been partially responsible for her decision to take Suzy's place in the establishment.

The expressionless girl turned and slowly headed for the exit.

She couldn't have been asleep for long, for the clock on the wall indicated it was 11.30. When Mary scrambled off the bed, her butt cheeks slid through a pool of jiz that had leaked from her pussy and butt. She grabbed her panties, stockings and shoes, smoothed her skirts out and followed the naked girl to the hallway.

Mary was shocked to see that the girl's butt cheeks were covered with bruises, along with a coating of slimy jiz. She wondered if her own sore butt was in the same sorry state, for her punter had thrashed her buttocks in-between a double session of brutal sex. Mary rubbed her globes and could feel the heat of the bruises where the man's leather strap had landed.

The teenager regretted her decision to put herself in danger, but was boosted by the knowledge that she could escape whenever she wanted. Her plan was to find a man who would take her to his house, where she hoped she'd get the opportunity to discover the whereabouts of the Maturi people.

The other girl disappeared through a door at the end of the hall and while Mary paused, she heard the sound of splashing water. Mary needed the toilet, so followed Carly into the wash room, where she discovered the girl squatting over one of several buckets lined up along one wall.

Her senses were assaulted by the foul smell of sewage, but she selecting a bucket that wasn't too full, squatted and had a satisfying dump. While she was washing her hands and butt with a sponge from a bucket of clean water, she glanced at the nervous girl who was watching her from the doorway.

"Thank you." Mary whispered.

The naked girl looked around apprehensively.

"You're new. I don't know you, but you've got to hurry!" She urged, before rushing away.

Mary hurried to the doorway and joined the other girl in ringing the bell to notify the pimps that she had finished with her punter. She glanced at her frail companion, who was scrambling into her dress and wondered if the men would be as brutal as they had been when they originally fitted her dildos.

The teenager felt so weak, her bare legs were trembling, while she also felt flushed and faint. She was alive enough though to realize that whatever they had injected her with, was making her feel docile and lethargic. They called it 'Happy Juice', but Mary didn't feel happy, just frail and pathetic.

Mary had just finished putting her stockings, panties and shoes on, when two men entered the hallway and strode up to where they were waiting. Scarface was with a different man this time, who was tall and muscular with short whiskers covering his face. Mary cowered back when Scarface leant over her.

"Here's the lazy little whore I was telling you about!" Scarface said as he grabbed hold of the tube on Mary's collar.

The ugly man pulled the tube and led Mary into the fitting room, where she noticed that he was holding his leather strap and a collar and tubes in his free hand. Panic began to rise in the pit of her stomach as her groggy mind searched for a solution to the danger she was in. Once inside the small dingy room, Scarface pushed her toward the small metal hoops in the floor.

"Move cunt, or I'll beat you black and blue!" He growled. "Your fucking pimp has jumped ship, so I've got to look after your lazy arse!"

Mary gulped and realized she was trapped. Standing, hesitating, feeling weak, her strength seemed to have drained from her body and as he pushed her forward, she had no option but to place her feet in the hoops and bend forward. He turned to the other man who had just brought the other girl into the room.

"Four of these cunts are a handful, how does Smithy expect us to look after five?"

"Dunno," growled the other man, "But I need a bigger cut!"

"Christ, that last punter got his money's worth!" observed the stocky guy. They were studying Mary's abused butt cheeks.

"This little cunt had it coming!" Scarface opined.

He unlocked Mary's collar and replaced it with a new one. As he released Mary's rear dildo, he snarled at her.

"Fucking don't give me any more trouble. Do you hear?"

"Yesth Thir," She mumbled, just as he began nudging the phallus past her sphincter and on up into her rectum.

Her back passage and anal whorl were still coated with Jiz, so the dirigible's passage was relatively pain free.

"Yesth thiiiiiiir!" she squeeled again.

Scarface turned the key and the bulbous head expanded once more. Mary began to sob, while her tormentor repeated the process with her vaginal dildo. Her distress increased when Scarface turned the key to activate the huge knot in her vagina. He slapped her butt cheeks and when she stood erect, he tightened her chains.

"Tidy yourself up and get back to the punters. Be quick, and don't take more than five minutes!" he admonished her.

Mary scurried past Carly who stood zombie-like waiting her turn to have her orifices filled. She rushed into the dressing room and was tempted to go to where she'd hidden the keys to see if they'd fit her new collar, but decided to wait until later. She sat down at one of the dressing tables and considered herself lucky to have avoided another thrashing from the brutal pimp.

Her reflection shocked her, so she straightened her blonde wig, dabbed some powder on her face and painted her lips again. It was the first time that she'd ever applied makeup to her face and had to admit that she enjoyed the experience.

When she returned to the hall, she found that an old woman was sitting on a chair by the outside door. The woman looked at her sternly and indicated to Mary to go to her.

"Lift your skirts girl!" She hissed. The stout woman held a leather strap in her hand and looked as though she wouldn't hesitate to use it. "I'm gonna keep an eye on you whores and make sure you smarten up!"

Mary dutifully lifted her skirts, revealing her pink panties, which seemed to satisfy the woman.

"Go on! Git out there and earn some money!"

Mary smoothed her dress back into place and trudged out through the open doorway into the cool night air, knowing that her chance of escape had almost gone.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

'The Crescent Moon'.

 

John had one more stop to make before returning to the Maroon base. His good friend, Smithy, owned the Crescent Moon, a drinking house on Queens Boulevard. She knew more about what was happening in the City than any other person he knew and had provided him with some vital information in the past. It was only a short distance from the Militia Headquarters and took 589 only ten minutes to pull them there.

He had gleaned some important information concerning the Maturi girl from the commander of the militia forces, but nothing on the whereabouts of the gang that had kidnapped her in the first place. He'd known the woman who owned the Crescent Moon for over 3 years, during which time they had struck up an intimate relationship.

John watched his new Pony-girl with interest and noticed that the filly seemed to be settling down into her new role. For a novice, she had particularly strong thighs, and he thought, the shapeliest pair of butt cheeks he'd ever seen. The glowing globes, were however, displaying an extraordinary amount of stripes and bruises, all acquired from her adventure in the forest, during Mary's kidnapping.

John salivated, at the sight of the filly's thick cunt lips, divided by the leather cunt strap, which was coated with the animal's cunt cream. The slow sashay of her protuberant cunt between the soft curves of her upper thighs almost hypnotised John, while he looked forward to the next time he speared her.

Paris pulled up outside THE CRESCENT MOON, to join a row of vehicles dropping and collecting people from the pub. It was by far the busiest part of Glodkin, because all the drinking houses, nightclubs and restaurants were situated in that small central area of the city.

John wasn't surprised to see it busy at10.30 and knew that things would quieten down around midnight, when the shows start at 'The Black Cat Club' and other playhouses further down the Boulevard.

The muscular Maroon stepped down on to the pavement and watched Paris steer 589 down an alley between the buildings, on her way to the rear cart park. He headed toward the entrance and glanced around at the whores trying to sell themselves to the citizens. The gaily dressed creatures danced up to and pleaded with the pedestrians to choose them, but the majority were unsuccessful when the citizens dodged and stepped around them.

The establishment had chosen an assortment of garish outfits, which the Maroon lieutenant found quite repulsive. John noted that their holes were all plugged, chained and shackled by the institution and only unlocked when a punter paid his dues for using them in one way or another.

It was so important, he thought, to fetter the creatures, so that society was spared their kind, running around uncontrolled. He pitied the low life that paid to use their holes in some sordid filthy room and then sneaked home to their unsuspecting virtuous partners.

Having pushed through the saloon style doors, John held his head high, for he felt superior to the white and tan hetro men and women living in Glodkin. He was black and statuesque, so stood out from the crowd. He demanded respect from the citizens of Glodkin, who knew that the Maroons were the most feared fighting force from any of the four kingdoms. He and the rest of the Maroon army protected the omnisexual women of Maralia, so there was a huge responsibility on his shoulders to find the missing girl, Mary.

He was an impressive sight in his combat leather uniform, with its dark red lustre, and gleaming buttons. His height was raised several inches by black leather boots, while a broad belt cinched his waist, accentuating his virile physique. A short sword hung on his left hip warning everyone that he was on a mission and shouldn't be obstructed. The citizens knew that the Maroons never hesitated in using their weapons, if they were ever confronted or provoked in any way.

Placing his hand on the hilt of his weapon, he strode toward the crowded bar and wasn't surprised when the throng parted before him. John's nose wrinkled as he moved through the smoke-filled room. The vaulted space was huge, and dominated at its centre by a circular bar about 30 feet in diameter. The bar was a two tiered structure, so that the drinks were out of reach of the punters.

Four men stood behind the top counter, where they prepared the drinks, before handing them down to the naked serving girls on the lower tier. Six brightly coloured whores scurried round collecting empty glasses and handing out glasses of beer and liquor to the citizens. The garish coloured dye used to stain the girl's skin, seemed to shimmer and glow in the oily, smoky atmosphere of the barroom.

The bar whores were hooded, gagged and collared. A chain ran down their backs to their anal dildos, but their puffy cunts were left open, so the customers could entertain themselves, if they so desired. They had been trained to bend and spread their knees while serving, so had to put up with constant amount of poking and fondling from the punters.