From Jenny to Mei Ch. 02

The idea of him begging flicked a switch in her brain. 'Yeah... that'll work,' she thought. 'Him on his knees, begging, licking my nice shiny pumps,' "Please, Jen, please... I've been so good... I've tried so hard... Just let me come on your shoes... anything!" She saw his eyes pleading, pumping his little cock between his thighs, stretching to reach and lick her pussy. She pumped that wiggling, whirring vibrator into her like it was a bottle brush, scrubbing her insides.

Then suddenly, she felt the warning signs and then, BAM! she came. It wasn't a little bitty one, or a standard vibrator one, it was a big motherfucker of an orgasm that just stretched and and rolled on like thunder echoing in a canyon.

"Shit!," she blurted out, "Fuck! Wow... What the fuck was that?" She left the thing in to whirl lazily on its own, figuring there was more where that came from, but stared down at it. 'Is it the toy?' she wondered. She knew Lelo had a reputation for good toys but she didn't think so. It was an ok vibrator but nothing really spectacular, like the wand she kept plugged in next to her bedside. No, it wasn't the toy, it must have been the tension and the fact she hadn't come in a while.

She turned it off but wore it around the house, enjoying the feel of it inside her. She had some chips from a bag and some water and watched twenty minutes of TV then took it out, showered, brushed her teeth and got into bed to finish masturbating.

This time it was the wand, her old reliable. She had attachments, various latex dildos and things that wrapped around the three inch head of the Hitachi but they weren't as good as just direct placement.

Knees up, legs apart, a little towel under her ass to keep the sheets dry and she was ready. Time for a new fantasy. But instead of coming up with something entirely new, she thought back to that whopper she had on the couch. Maybe it was making that fuck beg for her pussy that pushed her over. She'd hate fuck him if she had the chance. She'd never done it before but one of her online friends said that she'd convinced the guy that dumped her into one last fuck and she got all of her anger out at him. Slapping him so hard across the face when he came that he wanted her back, just to repeat the experience.

She decided it was time to face reality. She was going to have to fuck Phil, like it or not. So she decided to give it a test run. She imagined a simple scenario. He texted her and forced her to come to his apartment and he jumped her. Thinking of him running his sweaty hands along her body got her going, that and a few pulls on her nipples and a few circling rubs of her clit. Thinking of him stripping her and himself helped a bit more. Imagining his eyes helped a great deal. He had beautiful, intense green eyes that seemed to live an independent existence. They judged her, they scorned her and praised her, all in one look. She thought about his anger. She'd only seen it after she hit him but it was powerful. He did a good job hiding it, she thought. He must have been pissed that last time at the clinic when she so brusquely blew him off. It had to hurt she figured. She'd never cared before, in fact she enjoyed hurting men but now it felt bad.

She imagined him on top of her. Thrusting his cock deep into her tight pussy. The head of the wand at full strength, a million vibrations sending 'hurry up and come' signals to her brain, both hands mashing it against her clit. The angry words poured out of him. "You fucking slut. You goddamn whore. Take my cock bitch. Take it slut. Fuck! Fuck... fuck you bitch. You don't give a damn about people. You treat people like shit... but you're the trash around here. You're the cunt that relishes human misery."

She felt, with the back half of her mind, the onrushing orgasm.

"Oh my god," she murmured.

"Take it bitch. You unworthy cunt. You've been a tease since you were fifteen. Always shaking that ass, tempting men and boys with your tight little Asian cunt. Well you're going to get what you deserve. I you're going to get your punishment. I'm their revenge. The hurt and pain you caused is going to be doubled and when I'm through with you you're going to want to track every one of them down and plead for the worst punishment they can give you."

His cock had grown in her imagination and it was hammering into her with improbable force and speed.

'Shit... it was really fucking building,' she thought. 'Holy shit, it's going to be huge.'

"You think your a whore now. Wait until I get through with you. You'll take every straight cock in the bay area before I'm done with you."

"Oh... oh... oh shit!" she screamed. "Jesus!"

"You're not a woman. You're just a heartless, useless cunt."

There was a flash and intense heat that enveloped her as her pelvis thrust against the wand. She rolled and bucked her hips against it and in her head she tumbled, roiled in a confused tumult of ecstasy and shame.

As her orgasm reached its apex, something very, very odd happened. For just a moment, like a frozen flash of lightning, she saw something with her mind's eye, something like a vision. She saw an awesome truth appear within her soul, her understanding of it as clear and hard as diamond. She was a worthless whore. In that instant she saw it all. Her cruelty, selfishness, and a self absorption that would make Narcissus blush. She saw herself as all of her lovers had when she left them. A cold merciless bitch. A slut of untouchable baseness.

The knowledge terrified her.

She wound down in an instant. Turned of the wand and curled up panting, wondering what the fuck just happened. The humiliation she felt at the words her own mind put in his mouth stung her. It was like a cold blade slid slowly between her ribs and into her heart.

She reflected on her epiphany. The knowledge of what a worthless whore she was crystallized into one of life's truths.

It was the most intense orgasm of her life and the most shame filled moment.

She began crying uncontrollably.

The tears burned with a thousand accusations. She'd never given a second thought to how her lovers felt, not a glimmer of interest in letting them down easy. They were just cock and balls and a good fuck. They were favors accepted and gifts received and complements ignored. Never people with hearts and needs and love.

All of it crashed on her at once. She felt so dirty, such trash. She realized her pride, which she had worn like the finest mink, was really a layer of thick putrid sludge.

She hated herself.

She thought of those pictures she posted online with horror. What had she become?

She used to toy with the word slut to describe herself on-line. Just a playful word that described her secret persona. Now the real meaning came home, it fit her new self-image. She was a slut. A whore that didn't have the dignity to get paid for her body.

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Finally, at two a.m. she took more cough syrup and cried herself to sleep.

At seven she struggled out of bed. Crusts of gunk clung to the corners of her eyes. She didn't shower and practically crawled to work.

On the train she reviewed last night's horrors. It was like a porn version of 'A Christmas Carol', Philip cast as the Ghost of Porn Future.

It must be the tension she was under. He had just pushed her too hard and she snapped under the pressure. It was like the brake down that hostages went through. Something like that.

She felt better when she got to the office. Things would be normal. She'd get through the day.

"Hi Jenny," Carol said cheerfully as she walked in. 'What was up with her?' Jenny wondered.

"Eh," she grunted back, and got a nasty look in return.

She settled down and groaned when the doors opened. 'Another day of human shit,' she thought.

She saw the rubber band she'd had around her fingers just yesterday and felt like such a fool. Nice seemed so disgusting. So fake. She couldn't believe what an ass she'd been. Was it just yesterday?

She heard the secret murmurings from the others. 'Well fuck them too,' she figured. She'd end up quitting before long. Go get a job in porn where she belonged.

"Lunch time Jen," Samantha said at eleven thirty. "You eating here or going out?"

Lunch. Something about lunch. "Shit," she said loud enough to turn heads in the waiting room. Phil! Shit. She forgot. She was supposed to have that dildo in her and she'd forgot it.

'Oh fuck'. What to do? She has no way to contact him to beg for a postponement. Then she thought of his file and did a quick search for it, but it was gone.

She didn't even have a purse with a long strap like he'd said. Well, she'd have to fake it. She'd go get lunch and squirm and writhe and pant and hope his spies didn't figure it out.

She took a book and held it over her crotch the whole way to the sandwich shop and over to the park. She unwrapped the sandwich and began eating. Then it dawned on her. If he had the remote the he'd expect her to show some type of reaction when the thing started moving and buzzing.

Her phone buzzed with a text.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes sir"

She could've just tried to explain but she was accustomed to lying to men.

"I'm going to FaceTime you. I have some friends I'd like you to meet"

"Ok. Sir."

The phone played its little jingle and she pressed 'Accept'.

Phil's face filled her screen and noise filled the background. There were those eyes, brilliant in the darkness of wherever he was. She felt they could see everything within her. As though he had a memory of her fantasy turned nightmare last night.

"Hello slut," he said cheerfully. She heard laughter in the background. "Turn the phone around so the guys can see where you are."

She turned the phone to look outward and scanned the park, other lunch hour workers around on benches and on the grass.

"Good. Pull the phone away and give us a good look at you."

She held the phone at arms length and panned up and down her body. She saw another man's face in the darkness for a moment, something spoken and then Phil reappeared.

"Are you ready slut? Are you horny? All worked up from last night?"

She desperately felt for the volume buttons to turn him down. She noticed a few people turn towards her.

"Yes sir"

"Good. Is it in?"

"Um. Yes." She had so wanted to tell the truth. To stop this and talk to him about last night. She had no one but him she could explain it too.

"I'm here with some friends and I brought an iPad so we could all get a good look."

'Oh great. Just what I wanted,' she thought but answered, "I deserve it."

"Yes you little slut. You do. I showed them your photos and videos already. They've all admired your wet little snatch and your tiny hard nipples. In fact we're browsing them now here in the bar."

'Oh, ok whatever.' She had to say something.

"Oh no. You didn't. I can't believe it." But it didn't sound real even to her.

"I told you last night you had one free evening before you wouldn't be able to come without my permission. Do you remember?"

"Yes sir."

"What did you think of to make you're wet little cunt come."

"You," it was just coincidental that she told the truth, "in fact, we need to talk about that. Please, sir."

"Sure. But first I want you to come on my command. Right there in the park."

"Yes sir."

Phil was becoming suspicious. He'd had planted a radio in the park not far from where she was, which is why he had her pan around the area. The radio sent the same 950 MHz signals as the vibrator remote and he tested it two hours ago on another one. He'd gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for her but he wasn't satisfied with the results. He'd had the vibrator going since the start of the call but no reaction from her yet.

He had listened in when she came on the couch last night. Her moans and screams clear from her living room. She should be shaking right now or at least biting a lip or something.

The three guys around him were sometime friends he knew from prison and he promised them an interesting lunch hour diversion. But Jenny was disappointing.

"Slut. What are you feeling?"

"Oh," she realized he must have activated the remote somehow, "Oh it feels so good. Wiggling around inside and buzzing on me down there."

Phil wasn't buying it.

"Listen slut," he said casually, "give the guys a thrill and put the phone under your skirt. You wore the blue one today just so you could show it. Let's have a look."

Shit. He had seen her. She was indeed wearing the blue skirt but she couldn't show him that it wasn't there.

'Fuck!'

"I don't think so. There are too many people around."

"Do you imagine I care?"

"No,"

"No sir!" He nearly yelled.

"Yes. No sir." She was close to tears.

He said slowly, "Put the phone between your legs and show us or you will wish you'd never been born."

She put her elbows on her thighs, parted her knees, and brought the phone between them and moved it under the fabric of her skirt. With the phone five inches from her panties she heard his voice say, "I'll call you back in five minutes with instructions."

'Oh shit.' She was in trouble now. She'd pay for this and she wouldn't like it.

She was trembling when her phone rang and 'Unknown' appeared on her screen.

His voice was just barely contained, which was even worse than a scream. There was no background noise so she figured he'd left the bar.

"You hear me?"

"Yes sir. I can explain."

"Shut up and listen. You will get in a taxi and have it take you to the address I will text you and you will wait outside. Do you understand what will happen if you do not do exactly that?"

"Yes sir"

"Be here in ten minutes."

She started making her way to the street, leaving her sandwich untouched on the bench. The text came in as she got into the taxi. She gave the driver, a woman, the address.

She got out of the cab in front of a shitty looking no place bar seven minutes later.

The door opened and Phil, eyes blazing, grabbed her by the arm.

"Do you know how much trouble I took to prepare today's reward for you? Do you have any idea how angry I am?"

"No sir."

"I'm sorry to say, Jenny, but you give me no choice but show you what happens when you don't do exactly as I tell you."

He took her elbow and roughly jerked her into the bar and straight past the stools and the pool tables and past a knot of dirty looking men that were laughing at her and into a storage room at the back. Kegs and cases of beer were stacked against the wall and a furnace and water heater near in the corner. It was cramped, dark, dirty and noisy. It stank sweetly of old spilled beer.

"I regret this is necessary," he said. "Strip."

'Well,' she thought, she knew she'd have to do it eventually but didn't know it would be so soon. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late back to work and they would buy whatever explanation she'd come up with.

One more thought. He would be wrong. She wasn't going to be begging for it. But then neither would he.

He had a short length of yellow ribbon in his hand. 'Odd color,' she considered, then wondered why she thought about it.

When she was naked he told her to kneel. She did, doubling over the skirt to make a pad. She held up her hands without being asked and he tied them together and let them fall before her.

He got out his phone, made a call and said. "Your up," then hung up.

A look of horror filled her eyes with the realization of what was happening. She wasn't going to suck his cock. She was going to have to suck his friend's cock and anything else they wanted to do to her.

A man came through the door and Phil said, "She's all yours" and made to walk out.

"No! Phil. Please." She screamed. "Please, Phil at least stay with me!"

After ten seconds, as the tall dirty looking biker type undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, Phil's head came around the corner.

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes, please yes. I'll suck his cock but please stay with me."

"All right, but you must do as you are told. You know you can leave right now but you'll have to face the alternative which will be much worse. Anyway, you love cock. You've written that countless times to your friends. So this shouldn't be too unpleasant for a whore like you."

The other guy's pants were at his ankles, his cock stroked by his hand.

"Do you agree slut?"

"Yes. Yes sir."

Phil took out a ribbon of condoms from his front pocket, tore one off and tossed it to the other man who bobbled it and dropped it.

"Awh shit man," he said as he picked it up.

"Everything covered," Phil said, "or nothing."

He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on, stepped forward and stuck his cock in her mouth.

Jenny looked up at him, a tear in her eye. 'Well at least,' she thought, 'at least he cares enough to make them wear a rubber.'

She didn't hate sucking cock but it was a special gift for a guy who had bought her something nice, like a necklace. She never did it more than once a month, not wanting them to get used to it. She rationed them like fresh water on a life raft a week adrift at sea.

Five minutes into the blow job, which was basically getting her head stuffed full of this gruff man's cock and gagging, which was not the slightest bit enjoyable, Phil picked up the phone again, dialed and said, "Jimmy, your turn."

"But," Jenny said, pulling the cock from her mouth, "I haven't finished with this one."

"Shut up slut."

Another, uglier man entered the already cramped room and Phil handed him a condom.

"Get up," he said to her, pulling at the ribbon that tied her hands together. He arranged three cases of beer in a stack and one case in front of it. He took her skirt from the floor and placed it on the single case.

"Kneel."

She knelt on the case and put her bound hands on the higher stack.

"Fuck her," he said to the first guy.

Jenny wasn't ready. She usually at least got a bit wet when she blew a guy but under these circumstances her pussy was bone dry.

"I'm not ready." She said, then added, "Sir."

"Spit on her cunt," he said to him and the guy bent down and spit on her and ran his big hand along her slit.

'How fucking humiliating,' she thought. All of last nights shame came tumbling back over her. She started to cry.

She felt him spread her with his thumbs and enter her. Rough, impersonal. Just a thick presence inside of her, rubbing her insides. It was a familiar feeling, usually relished but now unwelcome. She tensed her muscles but it was useless to resist.

"Face fuck her, Jimmy," he said and the other man came to stand before her.

He grabbed her long black hair, pulled her roughly forward and shoved his latex covered cock deep into her mouth. When she gave head before she was always in control and guys were polite or they never got it again. This time was different. She had no control and this thing was invading her. She struggled with it, fought it as it bounced against the back of her throat. She coughed a couple of times and gagged but it seemed to spur him on. He pushed and held the back of her head, cutting off her air and she was going to puke.

"Knock it off," she heard Phil say, "let her breathe," and the guy relented a bit, only gagging her intermittently.

He was the vocal type and started a running monolog of insults and comments that she was forced to hear.

"Phil's told us all about what a whore you are. We've all seen you splaying your wet cunt for the camera. Thought it would be fun posting it on-line? Did you? Tease a few men... get them to jerk off looking at your wet cunt? Well, we know what a good little Asian Toy needs. She needs a big American cock or two."

Between listening to his comments and the other guys grunting thrusts, Jenny was drenched in shame and self loathing. She knew she deserved this treatment, but it didn't make it any easier. She was, as he said, just a useless cunt.