Chapter 10: Rape

By the end of the year, I was locked into a never-ending cycle of sex and abuse, spending three nights a week with Cheryl, which included fortnightly rendezvous with the pervert Ronald that I could see getting more unpleasant with every meeting, and fortnightly sessions at the hands of Patsy, who seemed to be egging Cheryl on to greater excesses, exploiting my now-acknowledged slave mentality. The whole relationship was made publicly visible by the SLUT collar I had to wear from the moment I met Cheryl to the moment I left her.

At the same time, as I have already explained to you, I was mentality committed to surrendering my body to the extremes of the Bristol banshees, every three or four weeks. That was a very public and graphic display of my need for humiliation and my willingness to submit to every indignity they could inflict on me. And now finally I had Rachael, seeing her probably two or three times a week, who I loved and wanted to be with. This was the relationship that I knew was my way out of my terrible lifestyle, and a path to a different and happier future.

But first I had to get through one more thing.

That night of Santa’s humiliating performance in the back room of the Bristol pub, and in the main pub for all to see when I was laid out on a table as the dildos were removed from my body, was the lowest I had sunk, and I knew it could not go on. They helped me hobble to a chair, sat me down on my sore bottom, and gave me a large glass of Armagnac to help me recover. I spent the last two hours naked in the bar as I gradually recovered and very gingerly started to move and walk again unaided.

As the bar emptied at the end of the extended licence period, I found myself once more sitting on Train Lady’s lap, her fingers once more embedded in me, but with not the least attempt to be discrete this time. As she told me, I had already had nearly 150 women watch me having a ten-inch dildo removed from my ass and an eight inch one from my cunt so what did it matter if two or three fingers went in me now.

George soon joined us and told me that Angela, as that was her name, was having a party at her house in London in the first week in the new year and George was attending. She wanted me to go with her to the party, and told me I could meet her at Angela’s house a couple of hours before the party, so they could both get friendly with me before the other guests arrived.

Foolishly, and very stupidly, I told them that would be “nice” and my fate was sealed. I am what I am after all.

Two days after Rachael and I had returned from our Maldives Christmas holiday, when she had agreed to give me until the end of January to sort my life out, George telephoned me to make sure I was still coming to Angela’s party. I told her I was, and in my own mind I saw this as an opportunity to tell her that I was done with Bristol.

She gave me the address and told me to meet her there at 5.00pm on the evening of the party, “so we can play with Angela before the other guests arrive”.

I asked her what I should wear to the party and George told me Angela wanted me to wear my Santa outfit again. I guess that was the final confirmation of what kind of party it was going to be – I was going to be the party game for everyone to play. When I said I did not have it and it was probably still in the pub, as she had taken me home wrapped in her jacket that night, she said “No problem. Brenda has it for me to collect. I will bring it with me. All you need to do is put a coat on over that lovely little body of yours and you can get straight into Santa mode after you have had some fun with Angela. It will be a late Christmas present for her if you arrive on her doorstep naked.”

Once more I was disgusted with my own weak-willed acceptance of this terrible demand, and knew it was my own slut mindset that was going to make escaping from this life so difficult. Two days later, on a dark winter evening in the first week in January, I set out with just a single raincoat on my naked body, and travelled by Uber to the address George had given me in Wandsworth, south of the river. I had brought nothing with me other than the coat I was wearing. I arrived at the address and climbed carefully out of the cab, not wanting to flash anything at the innocent Pakistani cab driver or anyone passing in the street, and walked up the short path to the front door.

I knocked tentatively and waited there in the cold for the door to be opened. After a minute or so, the door finally opened and short plump Angela stood there in an open towelling bath robe, fat body and hairy pussy on display to the street. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me inside and closed the door, to keep the cold out. With no words spoken, she pushed me against the wall, and very quickly undid my raincoat, ripping it open and off my shoulders, before leaning forward to kiss me and land both hands on my now accessible breasts. She was about the same height as me so our mouths were about level for the kiss, but probably double my size and weight so I was easily pinned against the wall as she manhandled my breasts. Her own heavy breasts, fat belly and big thighs were pushed against me as she wriggled her own cunt against mine. Finally, she broke the kiss, although she kept hold of me, and at last spoke to me.

“Mummy is so pleased you agreed to come tonight. You dressed just the way George told you to, I do love an obedient little slut. She has gone to the shops and will be back soon. But we do not need to wait for her, let us go upstairs and start without her. Mummy badly needs her cunt licked and I would not mind having a good munch of you too. Come on, hang your coat up there, and up you go.”

As she followed me up the stairs, she patted my bottom hard on both cheeks, and by the time we reached the open door of the main bedroom I was already feeling the heat in my reddening flesh. “On the bed my dear and get that mouth ready to please me.”

Pushing me on to the bed, she dropped her bathrobe, revealing her rolls of belly fat and big breasts, and continued “I told you on the train that I would love to have a private session with you and now here we are, and not only a private session but we have you for my party too – glorious! Now let mummy get her cunt on your mouth and then you can start to eat me.”

I lay there on my back and slowly the light disappeared as her fat thighs straddled my face and her very wet and hairy cunt descended onto my nose and mouth. A harsh tug on both nipples and a grunt from above urged me to start earning my invitation. I munched away on her cunt for ages but she seemed to get no nearer cumming until she leaned forward and grabbed my legs, pulling them up and apart so she could dive in and begin munching on my cunt too. The 69 seemed to move things along and very soon she flooded my mouth and face with her creamy cum. We then changed around so I was on top for another 69 – I had to admit she did a good job eating me in that position and shamefully I soon had a small orgasm of my own, just before she had her second orgasm of the evening.