Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Fa/ft, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Blackmail, Drunk/Drugged, Slavery, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Celebrity, Incest, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, Group Sex, Harem, Interracial, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Hispanic Female, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Bestiality, Water Sports, Cream Pie, Spitting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Tit-Fucking, Needles, Big Breasts, Public Sex, Caution, Violent, Cat-Fighting, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nina is a gorgeous, powerful businesswoman. Her self-confidence gets her into trouble when a young boy she meets on vacation in a luxury hotel starts blackmailing her. Can she outwit him and regain her dignity or will he be her master for life?

For Nina, going to the beach topless was a matter of pride. In her day job, as head of a major NGO, she commanded everyone's respect. She was a real career woman, one of the few to reach such a coveted position at just 30 years old. She was the boss.

But Nina also wanted to be respected as a woman. She knew she was hot: 38DD breasts, smooth skin, a beautiful face with perfect lips. Her black hair was cut relatively short, giving her a sexy professional look. Boys had always adored her even though they had known, even in school, that she was out of their league.

At the NGO she needed to focus on her job. Most of the people she interacted with were employees. She dressed professionally in dark suits and never showed any cleavage.

The beach was a different matter. Here, on this exotic island, she was far away from her professional life. Why should she not enjoy herself? As a powerful modern woman, her body was her own to do with as she pleased. If she wanted to get a nice tan, that was within her rights.

In truth she was a little nervous. She wanted this to remain private. She did not want anyone from work to see her topless or wearing a thong. It would undermine her authority. And there were all the religious organizations they were affiliated with to consider. But it was her right and she would not let anyone take it away. Privacy was what it was all about. Privacy and pride.

The beach she picked was remote, 20 minutes away from the luxurious hotel where she was staying. She got there via a boat she hired from the hotel marina. The captain dropped her off at ten in the morning and promised to come back later and pick her up. She was wearing her black string bikini and he could barely keep his eyes off her body. She smiled confidently.

There were only a handful of other people on the wide, beautiful beach when she arrived. The sand was soft as silk. She spread out her stuff and sat down. She removed her bikini top, revealing her large breasts with their small, perfectly sized nipples. Then she started slowly and luxuriously oiling her skin, paying special attention to her breasts. She noticed several guys staring at her from the other end of the beach. They clearly wanted to come closer, but they had girlfriends and wives. She felt like a goddess.

She lay down and started reading her book, the latest Dan Brown novel. It wasn't high art but she felt like reading something light and fun after the seriousness of her everyday job. A woman walked by and shot her a poisonous glance. Probably one of the girlfriends. She was wearing a regular bikini and her breasts were Bs at best. Just like in school and at university. Other women just couldn't deal. To make a point she turned onto her belly, showing the guys her well-toned bottom, barely covered by the string bikini.

She'd reached chapter three and the sun was really warming up her skin when she noticed a young boy slowly walking past her. He was thirteen, maybe fourteen, and he was openly staring at her ass. He'd probably never seen such a hot woman before. He might never do so again. She winked at the boy and turned again, letting him see her breasts. His expression didn't change but he kept staring. He's going to dream about this for years, Nina thought. That one time he saw the incredibly sexy tourist with the amazing tits.

The boy kept looking at her. Something about his eyes started making Nina uncomfortable, so she shooed him away. He just kept looking at her, a little smile creeping up his lips. He came a few steps closer. Nina put her hands over her breasts and gave him an angry look. He was overdoing it.

"Get lost, you saw enough," she said.

He smiled openly. Then he jumped forward, snatched up her bikini top and her towel, and ran down the beach.

"Hey! You little shit!" Nina shouted, getting up, but he'd already disappeared between some rocks.

She followed him, her breasts bouncing as she ran past the other people on the beach. Some of the guys couldn't hide their smiles. Nina was angry. She wanted to be admired on her own terms, not ogled like some public spectacle.

The boy had vanished. No sign of her bikini or her towel. She'd considered taking some other clothing with her, but she'd wanted to show off her body to the captain...

What was she going to do now? The boat would only be back several hours from now. Damn that boy! She'd felt confident before, like she owned the beach, but now she felt exposed. The guys didn't look at her like a goddess anymore, but like a slut who'd gotten what she deserved.

Screw it. A woman should not be ashamed of her breasts. She went back to her stuff and lay down, stretching sexily as if nothing had happened. She spread some more lotion on her breasts. She could always be a goddess again if she put her mind to it. She picked up her book and kept reading. An hour later she fell asleep for a bit, waking up as the sun was beginning to set.

She'd almost forgotten her predicament when the boat came to pick her up. The captain leered at her when he saw that she was topless. He leered even more when he realized she was staying that way. She pretended not to notice.

About halfway back to the hotel, she caught the captain trying to take a picture of her with his cellphone. Suddenly she was screaming at him.

"How dare you! How fucking dare you! A woman's body is private! You don't take a picture unless she fucking tells you to! Do you know what kind of trouble a picture like this can cause? You know what it can do to a woman's career? You know what can happen if the wrong people find it? You fucking bastard! Pervert!"

Enraged, she grabbed the captain's phone from his hand and threw it into the sea. He was shocked and started shouting at her. She didn't care.

"Fuck you. It's your own fault. You're lucky I'm not suing you."

He took her back to the hotel, almost kicking her back onto the beach. He knew better than to mess with a rich foreign tourist after what he'd done, but he was pissed off. She'd have to find a different boat next time.

Walking back to her hotel room was embarrassing. Women walked around the hotel in bikinis all the time, but not topless. People stared. She ignored them. As head on a major NGO you developed nerves of steel. Only two months ago she'd negotiated an important deal with a group of Catholic nuns. If she could stare down those self-righteous bitches, she could stare down a bunch of horny old tourists.

She reached her room and opened the door. Inside it was nice and cool. Her nipples turned hard immediately and she got goosebumps all over, including her exposed posterior. String bikinis did have some disadvantages. Maybe she's go more conservative next time.

She took a couple of steps into the room and froze. Her large, luxurious bed was covered in sheets of paper. Was this some hotel paperwork that had ended up there by accident? She picked one up. It was a screenshot of her profile page on her NGO's website. A topless picture of herself, clearly from the beach just a few hours ago, had been pasted over her normal photo.

She grabbed the other papers. Her social media profiles. Her CV. Even her rarely-updated blog about her NGO's work in Africa. All intentionally juxtaposed with topless pictures from the beach. Lotioning her breasts. Her ass barely covered by the bikini. There was even a picture showing her adjusting her bikini and accidentally revealing a shaved pussy lip.

There was enough here to destroy her career. If anyone she worked with saw this, especially the religious orgs she'd worked so hard to sign ... all the deals would fall apart and she'd never get another job. Who could have done this? Why? Was someone trying to stop one of the deals? Was she being threatened? It had happened to colleagues, but she couldn't imagine it was happening to her.

Clearly they wanted something. Otherwise they would have already sent the pictures and the board would be calling her cellphone, asking for blood. She checked her phone again just in case. Nothing. She loaded up the NGO's website to check it hadn't been hacked. Her extremely professional photo, taken by one of the best photographers in the business, was still there, showing Nina in a smart black suit. This was what she wanted people to think of her as. Smart young businesswoman doing important work, not slutty big-titted bimbo flaunting her tits and ass in public.

There was a knock on the door.

"One moment," she said. She grabbed the papers on the bed and stuffed them into a drawer. Then she quickly grabbed a dress she'd been wearing the day before. It was white and form-fitting, which meant that her still-naked breasts were visible through the fabric, but she was in a hurry. She opened the door.

At first she almost didn't recognize the boy who was standing in front of her. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and looked quite young. Then she saw what he was holding and recognized him.

It was her bikini top.

"What the hell are you doing here, you little shit?" she said angrily, snatching the top out of his hands. He smiled.

"I think you have a problem, Nina," he said.

"Yeah, little creeps like you are my ... wait, how did you know my name?"

"I know a lot about you! The internet is very useful that way."

"Do you have something to do with those papers? And how the fuck did you recognize me?"

"May I come in?"

"No, you little creep, of course not."

"Do you really think this is a great topic for the hallway? Someone might overhear."

"Overhear what? Me punching you?"

She really did feel ready to hit him, even if he was a child.

"I'm going to find your parents," she threatened, "and I'm going to tell them what a pervert their little boy is. What do you think they'll do to you?"

"You're not really going to do that, Nina."

"Why not? Are you going to beg me not to tell mommy and daddy?"

"My mom and dad own this hotel, which is how I found out your name. And you won't tell anyone because you want to save your career."

Nina was speechless. Was she really being threatened by a teenage boy? Not some corporation or some corrupt official but ... this kid?

"What ... what the hell do you want? You're a kid."

"Right now I want you to step into this room," he said calmly.

She did. He entered and closed the door.

"Now take off your dress."


"Do you value your career, Nina? I have twenty emails scheduled to send your pics to every board member and every organization you work with. Look."

He showed her his cellphone. The email app showed emails ready to be sent automatically if he didn't stop them. The attachments were called NinaSlut 1-10. He opened one. It showed her sleeping on the beach, her tits visible for all to see, her bikini riding up and exposing her shaved pussy lips. He must have come back after he stole her top, walked right up to her and taken those pictures. It was creepy.

She stared at him with anger and hate in her eyes. A stupid teenage boy, not even a man, and she didn't know how to get rid of him. She could smash his phone but it wouldn't help. Maybe if she grabbed it and cancelled all the scheduled emails...

"I've got two sets of backups, by the way. Other accounts. I'm not stupid."

"You know that this is a crime, right?"

"Yeah. Take off your dress."

I can fight him off if he tries to touch me, she thought. But what stops him from just demanding I let him touch me? Nothing. He's holding all the cards.

Business is about survival. Right now she had no choice. But maybe she could negotiate. Maybe she could play along long enough to find a way out. It would mean surrendering her female dignity ... but no one else would know. Her career would be safe.

"OK ... what's your name?"


"OK, Jeremy. I'll take off my dress, since you've already seen what's under it. But let's not get carried away here, OK? You're a child and I'm a grown woman."

"Actually, Nina, take off everything. The rest of the bikini, too."

"Jeremy! I'm serious."

"So am I. You want the Organization for the Promotion for Sexual Morality to get this pic of you rubbing oil on your tits?"

She looked at him angrily. He smiled. To anyone else it would look the innocent smile of a boy who's having a good time. Nina saw a confidence that scared her. Jeremy knew he had her and he would take full advantage of it. What could she do?

She slipped out of her dress. Jeremy had seen her naked before but it still made her very uncomfortable to be topless in front of him. His head was at about the height of her breasts, which just reminded her of how much younger he was. This was very wrong. Just being in thís room with him, an adult woman and this boy ... it was so wrong.

"And the bikini."

She frowned. Was there any way she could stop this?

"Jeremy, how about ... how about I let you touch me ... just once, because you're too young for this. You touch my breasts ... and then you delete those photos."

"I have no reason to delete those photos and you know it. Say it."

"You want me to say it?"


She sighed.

"You have no reason to delete those photos and I know it."

"I can do whatever I want to you."

" ... you can."

"Say it properly."

"You can do whatever you want to me."

"Now take off your bikini.¨

She hesitated. Wasn't there anything she could do? Anything at all?

"Jeremy ... I know you're in control, you got me, but ... shouldn't you be into girls your own age? I'm thirty, you're ... what? Fifteen?"


Oh God. She was topless in her hotel room with a thirteen year old, about to show him her pussy. This was so wrong.

"You see, I'm more than twice your age. That's wrong. It's illegal."


"It's a serious crime, Jeremy."

"Yeah, for you. If I say you seduced me, you'll go to jail. Your career will be ruined forever. I mean, look at those slutty pictures. If the jury sees you flaunting your tits on the beach with guys watching, you think they'll believe you that a little boy took advantage of you? I'll be a victim. You'll be national news."

She felt herself shaking as he spoke. If only she hadn't gone topless to that beach! But that was the wrong way of thinking. She was the victim here, no matter how he presented it. It was her right to go topless and not be treated like this. She was a grown woman. She had dignity and rights.

She dropped her bikini bottom, revealing her shaved slit to the little boy. He smiled.

"I like that you're shaved. How long have you been shaving?"

"Since I was eighteen."


"When did you lose your virginity?"

"Jeremy! That's a very personal question."


"At eighteen. When did you lose yours?"

She said sarcastically, annoyed by his tone.

"I haven't lost it yet, but I will today."

Oh God ... he was planning on fucking her. But maybe she could use this to her advantage? It was a horrible thought, letting him use her like that, but if no one found out, did it matter?

"Jeremy ... how about this. I have some condoms. You could put one on and ... and have your first time with me. It's more than most boys can even dream of. And then you delete the photos and the whole thing stays our little secret."

"Nina ... how about this. I do whatever I want to you and I keep the photos."

She had no answer to that. Two months ago she'd negotiated a groundbreaking deal with a group of nuns representing Catholic charities. Those old bitches had been some of the toughest negotiators she'd ever met, but Jeremy was worse, because he he knew he'd already won and there was nothing she could offer to stop him.

"OK, Jeremy. Just ... try to think about what's right."

He stepped closer. His head was at the same height as her breasts. He reached out and put his hands on her breasts.

I can't believe I'm letting him grope me, she thought.

He squeezed her tits once, uncertainly. This was obviously the first time he'd ever touched a woman. Then he squeezed them again, harder. Nina felt deeply uncomfortable. She imagined what would happen if the door suddenly opened and someone came in. Maybe even his parents. They'd see a young boy fondling a naked woman, a shaved naked woman with g-string tanlines. Nobody would believe her story.

He started groping her harder, pressing his thumbs into her nipples.

"Ouch! Not that hard."

He grabbed her tits hard enough to leave a reddened imprint on her skin. She yelped.

"Ow! Don't do that, Jeremy. Women's breasts are sensitive."

"Are they?" he said and slapped his hands against her tits, one from each side, making them bounce against each other. She yelped again and tried to bite her lip to keep herself from making more noise. There were people right outside the door, some fat Germans who worked in publishing.

"Please don't do that, Jeremy."

"Actually, I'm going to do it again, and then you'll say thank you."

She bit her lip. He started slapping her tits, first the left, then the right, then the left again, and so on. They bounced. He slapped each tit ten times.

She didn't want to give him the pleasure of saying it. She did not want to surrender her dignity.

"Thank you."

Instead of responding, he took her left nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it vigorously. He's never done this before, she thought. He's thirteen and he's had fantasies about girls but he's never even touched a boob before. Now he's sucking on my tits.

He stopped sucking and started licking, spreading his spittle across her breasts. He kissed the spot between her breasts as he moved to the right nipple, which he sucked harder than the left one. It was a little unpleasant but she decided not to say anything this time.

Should she try to play along? Would that make it be over quicker? Maybe he'd calm down after he came, men were quite simple like that. Carefully she put her hands on the back of his head as he sucked on her nipple. But then she saw her reflection in the room's large mirror. A beautiful, curvy woman with a scrawny little boy sucking on her tits. He's thirteen, she thought. You can't do this. You can't let this happen.

She recoiled, letting go of his head and sitting on the bed, shocked.

"What the hell, Nina?"

"This is wrong, Jeremy. Please ... we shouldn't..."

"Stand up."

"Listen to me, I know you think you want this, but you're just a kid. You're horny and you think there's no other way, but this is terrible, this has to stop. You'll find someone, I promise, and-"

He slapped her across the face. She was stunned.

"Stand up. I'm not done with your tits."

She obeyed, her eyes still wide. She'd never been slapped before.

He continued sucking on her tits, but now it was even harder. She winced. Then he bit her. His teeth clamped down on her nipple and she yelped again, even louder than earlier. She wondered whether the Germans could hear her. Maybe they thought she was just having normal sex, not ... not this...

Jeremy switched to the other nipple, biting down hard on that one too. This time she kept quiet, only balling her fists. His teeth stayed clamped on her nipple for at least fifteen seconds. It felt like an eternity.

When he was done biting her, he roughly grabbed the same breast and lifted it up. He put his other hand on the back of her head and pressed it down, so her mouth touched her nipple. She'd impressed several of her ex-boyfriends by sucking her own nipples. It turned guys on.

"Bite it and don't let it go."

"Wha-" she tried to say and he pushed her own nipple into her mouth.

"Bite down hard."

She did, but when he let go, the nipple slipped from between her teeth and her breast flopped down and bounced. Her nipples were too sore from having just been bitten by Jeremy.

"I said bite it!"

Before she could react, Jeremy grabbed her nipple between forefinger and thumb, twisting it hard. Unprepared for the intense pain, Nina screamed. He twisted harder.

"You do what I tell you to or you get punished."

The tourists outside seemed to have moved on. Maybe no one had heard her scream. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Jeremy grabbed the same tit and lifted it to her mouth again.

"Bite yourself."

She took another deep breath and bit down hard on her nipple. Jeremy let go and the entire weight of her breast pulled on her sensitive nipple. Jeremy took a couple of steps backward and took a picture with his phone.

"Stay that way."

He waited, watching her. She was going mad with pain.


She whimpered. He took another picture.


She couldn't take much more. She remembered how she'd sucked on her nipples in her bed once, as her boyfriend watched, candles burning all around them, a glass of perfect red wine on the nightstand ... this was the exact opposite. Hurting herself in front of some boy she barely knew, standing there exposed and humiliated in front of him, not elegant or sexy at all.

"Let go. Now the other one."

At least the other nipple hadn't been twisted, so it hurt less. He made her bite it even longer, though, so by the end she was whimpering again.

"Good. Now hold your tits up with your hands while I have a look at your pussy."

Oh please, not down there, she thought. Isn't this bad enough already?

He put one hand on her pussy and started exploring her slit with his finger. He's never done this before either, she thought. He carefully traced her slit, then started penetrating her. She was dry, so it was slow and painful. Holding up her tits while he did it made her feel like a slave being exhibited for purchase. Like an animal.

"You're dry," he said gleefully.

"Yes," she whispered, still scared of being heard, especially after that scream.

"Does it hurt?"


"Good. I want it to hurt."

With the last word, he added another finger. His hands weren't as big as an adult man's but her pussy had always been tight. She moaned unhappily.

"Look at me, Nina," he said. She did.

"Am I hurting you?"


"How am I hurting you? Say it."

"You're hurting me because you're fingering me and I'm dry, Jeremy," she said obediently.

Saying it made it more real. That's why he was doing it. It was very smart for a boy. Very mean.

"Kiss me."


"French kiss me. With your tongue. Like a boyfriend."

Now he sounded like a child again, inexperienced and harmless. But the pain her her pussy said otherwise. He was thrusting two fingers in and out of her, knowing it was hurting her. Enjoying it.

She leaned forward, lips parted. She was hoping there wouldn't be much tongue, that she could please someone who hadn't kissed much without going all the way, but she was wrong. She felt his tongue in her mouth and was forced to respond. He tasted of bubblegum.

The first boy she'd ever kissed was sixteen at the time. Now she was kissing a thirteen year old. French kissing while he fingered her. This was a nightmare.

She felt his free hand grab her bottom. Another violation, but not as bad. He grabbed her ass cheeks hard as their tongues licked each other, exchanging spittle, and his fingers parted her other lips violently. Then she realized what was happening: he was grabbing her ass for purchase, so he could finger her pussy more violently. He added another finger, distending her, and started thrusting all three fingers in and out of her dry pussy with as much force as he could. She almost stumbled and their lips slid againt each other messily, so she accidentally kissed the side of his mouth, like she did to her boyfriends when she was very turned on and close to coming. She moaned in pain but he put his mouth over hers and kissed her again as he shoved all three fingers as deep as he could over and over. The hand that was holding her butt moved downwards as well, until one of his fingers was slowly going up her asshole. She'd never had anal sex, not even in her best relationships, but now this strange boy was penetrating her there without even asking for permission. It was unpleasant, but the real pain was in her pussy right now.

He stopped kissing her for a moment.

"When was the last time you cried?" he said.

What a creepy question.

"I don't know, Jeremy," she said from between clenched lips. He was still thrusting his fingers into her. "I don't cry very much."

"I'm going to make you cry," he said. He slipped another finger into her pussy. This was worse than the widest penis she'd even had inside her. It wouldn't be so bad if she was wet. He was shoving half his hand into her, shaking her whole body. If he was an adult man with big hands, her pussy might be bleeding now.

She groaned in misery.

"Does it hurt?"


"What's more painful, this or getting your nipples bitten?"

"I ... oww ... I don't know..."

"Really? Let me remind you."

He mashed his face against her left tit and bit her nipple again. She couldn't suppress a short yelp. Then he sped up the thrusting so it almost felt like he was punching her pussy.

"So what's worse, Nina?"

She wasn't crying but she felt like she might have a nervous breakdown soon. She had to save her career but this was going too far.

"It's ... it's different..."


"The nipple hurts so ... I can't stand it for more than a few seconds ... but my..."

"Your pussy."

" ... my pussy feels like ... like you're destroying me..."

"Good. Thank you for your answer."

He pulled his hand out of her pussy and held it up to her face. She knew what he wanted her to do: taste her own pussy. She opened her mouth and licked his fingers. She did not like the taste. But when she'd licked his fingers clean, he didn't take them out. Instead he thrust them down her throat, using her mouth like he had her vagina, except now there was no in and out, just in. His free hand went to the back of her head (she felt her anus close) to hold her in place. She started gagging immediately.

¨Do you like this, Nina?¨

His fingers went even deeper. Her lips were touching the base of his thumb. Nina's gag reflex went crazy, but he wouldn't let her go. She felt bile rise in her throat and tried to keep from throwing up. She stopped holding up her tits like she was supposed to and tried to get his hand out of her mouth. She slapped his arm, trying to show that she couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his fingers down, making her open her mouth wide as a horrible gagging sound escaped her. Her eyes ran with involuntary tears.

He removed his hand and she gasped for air, coughing.

"You took your hands off your tits," he said.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I couldn't..."

"You'll have to be punished."

In his young voice, it sounded like a game.

"I'll give you three choices. One: I'll slap your tits ten times each. Two: I'll slap your pussy twenty times. Three: I'll slap your ass fifty times."

"I have to choose?"


She hesitated. Her tits ached. Her pussy was sore. Getting spanked fifty times would hurt, but not as much.

"Three," she said.

"Turn around. Put your hands against the wall. Spread your legs. Lift your ass up more. Good."

Now she felt like a prisoner in a movie. Was she really taking orders from this kid? This morning she'd still been the boss, the goddess...

"Count the slaps."

He slapped her hard. It made a loud sound. This was going to be harder than she'd thought.

"One," she whispered.

He slapped her again, this time on the other cheek.




And again. She let her head hang between her arms. Her tits bounced with each slap. It had gotten dark but she could see they were reddened from the abuse. Her butt would look the same soon.

"Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Oww ... twenty-seven."

How much time had passed? It was night. Would Jeremy's parents come looking for him? Probably not, the hotel was his home. They had no idea what their little boy was up to.

"Thirty-nine. Oh God. Forty. Forty-one. Oww!"

The intensity of the slaps had not let up. She would not be able to sit comfortably for a while. Somehow the pain wasn't the worst thing about all this though. It was that she was being punished, like a bad girl in school. But she was the adult and she was being punished by a kid.

"Forty-nine ... fifty."

"Very good, Nina. Stay like this."

She felt his hand on her pussy and tensed. Wasn't this over for now? But she felt his finger inside her, then another, then four of them at once, thrusting, making her tits bounce again. His thumb was pressing against her anus, slowly entering her.

He kept it up for several minutes, making her pussy ache even more.

"Now turn around and put your hands on your tits."

Oh no...

"This time you keep them where they belong. Open your mouth."

He really did it to her again. He thrust his fingers down her throat until she was gagging so hard she thought she might faint. She staggered but kept her hands firmly on her breasts. She just had to get through this without throwing up. Did he want her to throw up?

Finally he let her go, coughing and spluttering. Tears were running down her face. She fell to her knees, breathing hard.

"It's gotten dark in here," he said and turned on the light.

The effect was shocking. For some time now her abuse at the hands of this boy had felt like a nightmare. Everything was dark, she was in pain ... it couldn't be real. But in the ordinary light of the room, it became real. Here was the bed, big and luxurious, here were her travel bags, carefully unpacked ... everything was just like she'd left it this morning, feeling confident and powerful. Except that her gorgeous and expensive string bikini lay on the floor next to her dress, and a very young-looking boy stood above her, looking at her exposed body. Self-consciously she put her arm over her breasts and a hand over her pussy, even though he'd already seen all of it. Jeremy laughed.

"Don't be shy, Nina. I know you're a slut. No need to hide it."

"I'm not a slut," she whispered.

"Yes you are. Look."

He took her favorite pen from the nightstand, the one she used for all her note-taking and brainstorming. He grabbed her left tit and wrote on it, then did the same to the right. He took a photo and showed it to her. A beautiful woman looking broken, her breasts reddened, tears still in her face, sitting on her knees, the word SLUT written in big letters on her perfect breasts. She barely recognized herself.

"Here, see? You are definitely a slut. I bet your investors will agree, too."

She had nothing to say to that. She knew she wasn't a slut. She felt dirty and used but she wasn't going to agree. No way.

"So tell me, Nina, what are you?"

It was better to play along. But she didn't want to say it. She was afraid saying it might make her feel it. She had exposed herself on the beach, after all. She'd shown her tits to Jeremy on her own accord. She'd even winked at him.

"Tell me what you are, Nina, or I'm going to send this picture to your investors right now."

He started typing an email on his phone.




"Say it."

"I'm a slut."

It felt bad but she kept it together. She wasn't going to start sobbing in front of him. Tears leaking from her eyes when he gagged her was one thing, actually crying was another.

"Say it again."

"I'm a slut."

He was recording her with his phone. He held it right in front of her face.

"Say it again."

"I'm a slut."

He moved the phone back a bit.

"Hold up your tits and say it again..."

"I'M A SLUT, OK?" she shouted angrily, holding her tits.

"Hold your tits up by your nipples, as high as you can, and say it again."

She lifted her tits by the nipples. It hurt, but she couldn't control her anger and hate for this boy.

"I'm a slut," she whispered angrily. If she'd used that voice in a meeting, people would have shat their pants. Jeremy just smiled.

"Open your mouth."

She obeyed with a sneer. She was hoping he wouldn't gag her again but she felt so much rage. She was not a slut.

He didn't gag her. Instead he spat in her mouth. She made a disgusted sound and spat onto the carpet.

"What the hell?"

"Lick that up."


He slapped her across the face. She tried to say something but he slapped her again. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her onto the ground.

"I said lick it up."

He was pushing her face into the spit. She wanted to resist but he leaned in close.

"Lick it or suffer the consequences."

Her resistance broke. It was too late. She had no more dignity. She could only save her reputation. She licked up the spit. Jeremy pulled her back up.

"Open your mouth."

She obeyed. He spat in it again. Then he spat on her face twice, once on her forehead and once on her left cheek.

"Hold your tits up by the nipples and tell me what you are."

She did it, feeling close to crying but refusing to show it.

"I'm a slut," she said with spit dripping down her chin and onto her tits. This time she felt like it.

"Now suck my cock."

Oh God no. It had been rough so far, but he'd kept his clothes on. She didn't want to see a thirteen year old's cock. She certainly didn't want it inside her in any way. But there was no choice.

He pulled down his pants. His cock was neither tiny nor huge. Just a regular teenager's throbbing erection. He brought it close to her face. It was smelly and covered in precum. She made a face.

"I haven't washed it in a couple of days and I've been sweating a lot," he said. "It probably tastes of pee, too. I also jerked off a bit in your bikini top. But don't worry, I kept the cum for you."

Taking his penis into her mouth would mean falling to a new low. Bad enough to let a kid grope you and finger you. Sucking his cock was a major crime. And a new kind of violation. She knew that she would never be able to forget his taste.

"Open your mouth and gently touch it with your tongue."

She'd expected him to thrust into her throat immediately, but he was more cruel than that. He wanted her to taste him. She opened her mouth and started licking his cock. It tasted salty and awful. She wished he'd just fucked her instead. He was so excited that he'd come soon and she didn't want to taste his semen.

He started thrusting his cock down her throat now, gagging her. Her mouth was overwhelmed by the taste. He moaned as he pushed his cock all the way in, so her lower lip touched his balls. She could see nothing but short curly hairs. She felt some spit slowly running down between her breasts. She tried to breathe through her nose and got the smell of stale piss.

He pulled out, panting.

"Not yet. Not yet."

He look at her. She looked at him. A string of precum and spit was hanging between her lips and his cock.

"Give me that condom."

She got up and looked around. It was weird, being allowed to move freely after taking orders for so long. She took a couple of uncertain steps towards her purse. She felt her pussy, ass and breasts hurt with every step. She was sore everywhere. She bent over and picked up her purse, feeling illogically ashamed about the view she was presenting to Jeremy. She took out a condom, but a couple of business cards fell out as well. Jeremy picked one up.

"Nice. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs."

She obeyed, thinking I'm going to get fucked by a thirteen year old, but at least it'll be over soon.

"Spread your pussy with your hands."

She did. He placed the business card right above it and took a picture.

"Now hold your tits and open your mouth."

He actually put the business card in her mouth. Then he stood over her on the bed, his penis dripping precum onto her tits, and took another photo. If her career wasn't finished before, it definitely was now. Unless she obeyed.

He took the card and threw it away. Instead he sat right over her, his penis between her breasts.

"Put the condom on me."

She knew how to do it, of course, but she'd never done it before. Usually the guys took care of this themselves. She became aware of their humiliating age difference again. He filmed her as she put the condom on his erect penis. I can't believe I just had that in my mouth, she thought. The taste was still there.

He moved down the bed and placed his penis against her slit.

He's going to fuck me, she thought. No, let's be honest. He's going to rape me. I'm a rape victim now. I've been abused. I can never change that. And no one will ever believe me.

He thrust into her. She was still pretty dry, so it took a few more tries until he was all the way in. It hurt but it wasn't worse than being fingered with four fingers. Then he grabbed her by the nipples and started riding her, pulling on her breasts like a horse's reins. She whimpered. He spat in her face again and pulled even harder.

"Use your hands to pull open your mouth."

Using two fingers on each side, she pulled her mouth open wide. He kept spitting. Some of it went into her mouth. Some landed on her stretched and hurting breasts. He started thrusting faster and harder. She wished he'd spat in her pussy instead.

He stopped pulling on her tits, leaning close and groping them instead, pressing down hard on her nipples with his thumbs. She felt his cock deep inside her. His face was close to hers. She was still stretching her mouth with her fingers. She heard him collect spit in his mouth. Then he let it out in a long string that slowly entered her as she watched helplessly. The taste of bubblegum mixed with the taste of unwashed cock and stale piss. It was awful.

Finally he started thrusting so hard that she almost screamed. He moaned as he came. He pulled out and she relaxed. He pulled off the condom and held it up. It was full of cum. She was just about to ask whether she could stop stretching her mouth when she realized what was about to happen. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Surely no one would do something so disgusting! But he did. He put the used condom into her mouth. She tried to stop him, tried to get it out, but it was too late. His cum ran down the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with the taste of cum, condom and stale piss. She felt the condom on her tongue and it was the most disgusting thing she'd ever felt. She wanted to spit it out but he held a hand over her mouth, forcing her to keep it in as she choked on his cum. With his other hand he started fingering her again, hurting her even more. She thrashed about wildly, but he kept his hands on her and in her. She made sounds of panic as she came closer to vomiting and she choked on too much cum. She snorted and a gob of cum came out her nose. She tried to pull on Jeremy's hand but he kept it over her mouth.

"It will stay in your mouth," he said.

He took his other hand out of her pussy, but only to give her pussy a very hard slap. She opened her mouth further to scream and the condom slipped deeper, dislodging more cum straight down her throat. With one of his hands temporarily off her, Jeremy could not manage to keep her on the bed. She jumped up and ran to the toilet, spitting out the condom on her way. She leaned over the toilet bowl and vomited. She'd eaten almost nothing today, so it was mostly cum. The taste made her vomit again, heaving and retching until nothing was left. Her breasts pressed against the cold toilet bowl, making her abused nipples go hard.

Jeremy stood behind her, watching her. She knew he was there but she couldn't look at him. She'd never felt more degraded in her life. The taste wouldn't go away. She flushed so she didnt have to see his cum floating in the water.


She said nothing, just panted. She no longer needed to throw up, but she thought she might never feel clean again.


She turned around weakly to look at him. Her new boss, the cruel thirteen year old who could treat her like an animal. Standing there half-naked in the hotel bathroom he looked more like he needed his mommy than the person who'd done these horrible things to her. His facial expression was calm and gentle.

"Open your mouth," he said.

Her lips trembled. She opened her mouth. He put the condom back in.

"I told you it will stay in your mouth," he said.

She burst into tears.

Jeremy smiled.

"I told you I'd make you cry," he said, but she barely heard him. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. No one had ever treated her this meanly. She would give anything to get that condom out of her mouth.

"Lick it, Nina. I want to see you moving your jaw. Explore it with your tongue."

She just sobbed, not even caring about noise now. She just couldn't deal with how awful this was. She swallowed more cum and almost threw up again. Tears ran down her face and dripped onto her breasts. She looked away from Jeremy but it didn't help. She couldn't escape the condom. Even if she spat it out he'd put it back in again.

"Open your mouth and show me the condom," he said.

She was sobbing so hard that she had trouble keeping her mouth open. The condom slipped out a little, hanging over her lip. Jeremy stuffed it back in. It just made her cry more.

Jeremy sat down and watched her. She didn't know what to do. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to curl up in bed and hide. Instead she had to sit in front of this toilet with a condom in her mouth, her body aching, while Jeremy watched her cry.

After ten minutes of sobbing she felt too weak to cry anymore. She just stared into the toilet bowl, wishing she could spit out the condom and flush it away. The taste was unbearable.

Suddenly Jeremy's phone rang. He picked it up.

"Yes? Oh, hi mom. Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be right there. Yeah, I'm in the hotel. OK. See you soon."

It seemed impossible to believe that to other people Jeremy was just a regular little boy. As impossible to believe as that this young angel had done this to her. He looked so innocent.

"So, I've got to go catch supper with my parents," he said, getting up. He went back to the main room and rummaged in a drawer. He came back with a roll of gaffer tape. He must have stashed it there when he put those papers on her bed. Had he gone through her belongings, too?

"Supper will take about an hour, " he said while ripping off a stretch of gaffer tape. "What I want you to do in that time is take a shower, do your hair, and put on makeup. Except lipstick, obviously."

He stuck the gaffer tape across her mouth, which made her feel a surge of panic.

"The condom is staying in your mouth. Don't get dressed. I know you're hungry, but you'll have to wait. When you're done with your make-up, go lie down on the bed and shove this hairbrush up your pussy. Wait for me like that. You can watch television if you want to. Oh and I'm taking your wallet and your passport. Just so you know."

He turned to leave, then seemed to change his mind. He came close to her.

"Just so you don't forget," he said and twisted her nipples again. She couldn't open her mouth to scream but she started crying again.

"I love to see you cry."

He got up and left.

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