Chapter 4

I had brushed my teeth so many times by gums started to bleed. I had chewing gum after chewing gum, but nothing could get rid of the foul tasting shit out of my mouth. I threw up time and time again for the rest of that day. I felt so degraded and humiliated.

I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. I had been so pre-occupied with being sick and brushing my teeth I had no idea of how I now looked.

My mascara had run all down my cheeks, with the tears that I had cried and the semen shot over my face. My blonde hair was matted together with the filthy tramp cum shot over me. My latex dress was smeared and shined with three different loads of spunk, as were my boots.

I changed out of them and stood before the mirror naked. I saw I had bruises in my hips, where those filthy fuckers used me as a piece of shit, where they had held me as they took turns using me. I had dry semen all over my breasts, and my inner thighs. Worse still, my pussy and anus leaked semen.

I moved my hand towards my anus and it was very sore. I had lost my anal virginity to the lowest forms of life on the planet. I gently brushed my anus and felt the wetness of cum. I moved my hand to view and saw that there was blood mixed in with the cum. Blood from me, where they viciously assaulted my ass.

I got into the shower and scrubbed my skin hard. I needed to wash away wherever those foul tramps touched me. I scrubbed so hard my skin turned red and sore. Some relief did come however that Stephen wasn't at work for the next few days. This meant I could have some rest bite before he came for me again.

We had sex, Stephen and I, but for a strange reason, I couldn't enjoy it. After what had happened to me these past days, how could I get horny?

"Are you ok Helen, what's the matter?" he softly asked.

I just told him I wasn't in the mood, and we left it at that. I was hoping that he would at least try to get me horny, but he didn't. We just cuddled instead.

Another thought came to me. My pussy had been betraying me for sex all week, why was it not dying for cock now?

Then Stephen started kissing me, he rolled on top of me and explored my mouth with his tongue. As he did so he moved his hand down between my thighs and parted them. He aligned his penis and slowly entered me. I sighed in pain as I was very tight.

He slowly made love to me as I lay there, but all I felt was the soreness of my pussy.

I wanted to cry. I had been trying all week to not enjoy my debauchery, and I didn't enjoy it at all, but my pussy did. And now, when I wanted to make love with my husband, my pussy wasn't allowing it.

It wasn't long until Stephen unleashed himself inside me with a loud groan. Yet my pussy still didn't twitch with excitement, not one bit.

"Oh yeah, didn't you finish Helen?"

I looked at his eyes and foresaw the disappointment if I was to say no.

I smiled and said yes, of course.

He looked at me puzzled, "but you didn't moan?"

"That's because I was biting my lip not to", I smiled back.

He smiled and we left it at that, but I silently cried myself to sleep that night.

Our 2 days went fast and before I knew it, I was sat on the couch awaiting Mr.Allen's arrival.

I knew that he would of wanted me dressed so I did so. I put on the black Basque with black fishnet stocking suspenders and high heels. I then sat on the sofa awaiting his arrival.

I felt the usual, fear and sadness, and I then felt my pussy. It was wet. I was angered. Why? Why couldn't of my pussy been as wet as this when I was with my husband? It must have been the anticipation. What disgusting act of sexual debauchery would I suffer to next? Whatever it was, my pussy couldn't wait. I felt so disgusted at the thought that a piece of my body was acting like... a whore.

When Mr.Allen arrived he was over the moon to say the least about my appearance.

"My, my Helen, your turning into a real little whore aren't you?"

It was true. My cunt was driving me insane, it was getting hot at the way Mr.Allen referred to me as a whore.

"I have a surprise for you Helen..." I looked up, "I have someone outside who's been dying for some of you're cunt. You see you have somewhat of a rep now. Word travels fast."

I was scared, "How many people know?"

"Oh, well a fair few of the women in this apartment are aware of your, financial implications, shall I say," he laughed.

I looked at him with a look of shock on my face.

"I wouldn't worry Helen, let's just say they have their own financial implications to be too bothered with you."

"Do you mean that you're humiliating other women in this apartment as well as me, for rent?"

He smiled.

"Well, if they can't pay me my money, they'll have to pay by some other means. Most of the women in this block are living here rent free, but I make sure that the 'free' part doesn't really apply."