Hotel of Lust

Hotel of Lust

Chapter 1

I stare at myself in the mirror.  Standing there naked, I survey my body.  My wavy black hair drapes delicately over my shoulders, just over shoulder length.  Green eyes stood out against the dark eyeliner and purple eye shadow.   My small nose at one time was cute, before he got a hold of it.  It now had a thick gaudy stainless steel ring hanging from the septum.  The lower curve of the ring rested on my upper lip.  My lips themselves also used to be thinner and sexy, but they were also turned into what I thought were eyesores.  Very thick and plump, they almost take away from the nose ring ... almost.  They were also permanently tattooed a bright red.

Trailing my eyes down my body, shoulders and clavicle like any normal 22 year old, arriving at the breasts.  I've always been rather top heavy.  I started developing at a young age.  My breasts topped off at a pretty amazing G cup.  The aureoles were quite large, almost the size of my palm and dark brown.  I was always pretty embarrassed by them, but he took the liberty to make some changes there as well.  Large stainless steel rings ran through my pierced nipples.  They weren't normal rings either, no, these were weighted so they are always pulling on my nipples.  My nipples are also very thick and long, about as thick as my thumb and an inch and a half long.  I remember the painful process of lengthening and thickening my nipples.  The suction tubes and heavy weights stretching them to their limit still fresh in my mind.

 

I continued downward over my belly, towards my pussy.  I never was a skinny girl, as you can probably tell by the size of my breasts.  I'm not fat either, but I have a little bit of weight on me.  My slightly thick thighs tell the tale of the nice bubbly butt behind me.  My bald pussy then pulls my eyes right to it.  A special cream was used to assure hair would never grow there again.  Even without spreading my legs very wide, I can see the lips that have been stretched profusely.  Each lip has 4 piercings and a ring through each.  These were used extensively during the stretching process.  They now hang two inches from my crotch.

 

I look further down my legs, muscles tight as I stand in my 7 inch stilettos.  These were his shoes of choice for me, and I am never allowed to remove them.

 

I start thinking about the time before my capture 4 years ago.  I had just started college; I decided to take the summer course right after high school because I couldn't wait to get started.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life, so I started my courses for a veterinarian.  My classes were aggressive, I wanted to get out into the world to take care of those poor animals as soon as I could.  The classes lasted from morning until evening with a small break in the afternoon.

 

I always dressed conservative and tried to hide my, um, assets.  It’s usually a sports bra to try to reduce how large I was, and a rather baggy shirt or sweater.  Winter was my favorite season since I had a large selection of baggy clothes to choose from.  I usually hid as much skin as I possibly could.  Unfortunately, this was summer, and it was an unusually hot day.  With the temperatures reaching above 100 degrees, I decided to wear something just a little more revealing just in an effort to keep cool.  So I wore a normal bra that was mesh to let some air through.  My nipples could clearly be seen though, but that shouldn't be a huge deal because I wasn't going to wear a see-through top or anything.  My top was also a thin material that hugged my body.  I wasn't exactly pleased with the look, but keeping cool was my main concern.

 

That night, I walked to my car and someone had broken into it.  It was completely ransacked.  My radio was gone as was my airbags and I noticed my hood was sort of cracked open.  I moved around to the front of the car and fumbled around until I was able to open it up.  I leaned over and noticed some obvious parts missing from the engine.  I wasn't a mechanic, but I do know what the surface of my engine looked like.  As I stood back up, I didn't notice that my shirt had caught on one of the sharp metal pieces that were left from one of the parts taken and almost the entire front of my shirt was ripped open.  There was no way I was going to be able to drive my car home and I was not going to take a bus like this.  I used my cell phone to call a cab company and they said they would send a cab as soon as possible.

 

The cab shows up and I hurry to get inside.  The man inside watches me as I get in, my breasts jiggle as I sit down and close the door.  I couldn't hide them as I needed one hand to shut the door and the other to hold my books.  I give him the address and he starts to drive.  I hear a hissing sound, and the next thing I remember is that I am in a cell.

 

A loud knock at the door knocks me out of my daze.  He yells at me to hurry up.  My task returns to my mind; the clothes on the bed.

 

I survey the room.  It's not much more than a small servant’s quarter.  The concrete floor echoes my steps with the heels.  The bed, if you can call it that, is really nothing more than a cot; an uncomfortable one at that.

 

I walk over to the bed and pick up the thigh high stockings.  I slip my shoes off and quickly put them on, sliding the silky fabric over my legs.  I must hurry, I am not supposed to have my shoes off for longer than 30 seconds.  I quickly complete the task and slip my shoes back on.  I fasten the garter belt around my waist and place the clips on the tops of the stockings.  I look through the small pile.  No panties, although I shouldn't be surprised.  I slip the skirt on and fasten it.  The hem does not even completely cover me.  It comes just above the bottom of my ass.  I pick the white blouse up.  This doesn't look even close to my size.  But I pull it over my head and struggle with it trying to get it down over my huge breasts.  When I get it situated, I find it doesn't cover a lot either.  It's a low cut blouse, so my cleavage is very pronounced.  But it is also several times to small.  The bottom of my globes can be seen and it is so tight, every detail of my nipples can be seen.  Lastly, I pick up a collar.  In silver letters on the black background, "SLUT" can easily be read.  Oh how I hate these collars.  Especially the ones like this.  They make me feel so degraded.  I slowly put the collar on and click it into place.

 

I walk to the door and open it up.  He is standing there waiting on me.  The look on his face tells me of his disgust about how long it took me.  He starts to yell at me, calling me a slow worthless slut that is not worthy of his time.  I also hate when he does this.  I feel so small, and I start to believe his lies.  I start to feel like I am worthless, and that I don't matter.

 

I feel him reach around and grab my ass.  It's not a soft grab, it's a rough hard grab that hurts.  Then I feel his fingers go further into my ass crack.  I fear what is coming and then feel his finger make it's way into my asshole.  He pushes it further in, first one, then two.  He knows I do not like this invasion, but he has taught me well enough not to say anything, but he can still see the look on his face.  As he pushes his two fingers deeper into me, he reminds me that he owns me and that there is nothing my "slut ass" can do about it.  He then puts the fingers from his other hand between my stretched lips and immediately slips four of them into my pussy. 

 

"My, you are wet.  Only a dirty slut would get turned on being played with this way."

 

He is right, how embarrassing to be turned on and wet at being treating like such a whore.  He sticks his fingers in my mouth and I suck them, tasting my juices on his fingers.

 

He attaches a leash to the large ring in my septum and pulls.  I feel the ring roughly pull on my nose and I follow him.  We walk out to the van and I get in the back.  We drive for a little bit and after we stop, he lets me off at a hotel.  Immediately I see the doorman stare at me.  I feel my face flush with embarrassment and humiliation.  What is he thinking?  I can't stand to think that he is thinking about how much of a whore I must be.

 

I get my assignment.  There are 10 tattoo artists in this hotel.  I must find them all and get the tattoo that was assigned to each of them.  I am only told which room the first one is in on the top floor.  The rest I have to find on my own.  My first task, however, before I even enter the hotel is to get the doorman off.  It does not matter what I do before hand, but he must cum in my ass so that I enter the hotel with cum dripping from it.  I am not allowed to wash up at any time.

 

He watches as I walk up to the doorman.  I feel completely out of control of my body as I make a sexy stride up to the man.  I turn on the charm telling him how sexy he is as I start to rub his crotch through his pants.  I feel him getting hard through the fabric.  A knot in my throat forms as I talk to him the way I had been taught.  I try not to let it be seen on my face that this man sickens me.  I know the consequences if I fail though.  With a sultry look, I stare him in the eye and ask if he ever had a dirty whore.  He shakes his head, stunned with disbelief.  He can't help himself but to stare at the huge ring in my nose.

 

I push him back into a dark corner.  Inside, I am beside myself.  I still can not believe what I am doing, but there isn't much of a choice.  I am forced to be this slut, this whore.  But what's this?  I can feel my pussy, completely wet with the idea of what I am going to do.  What is wrong with me?

 

I pop the button on his pants and push the zipper down.  I caress his member, now completely hard, shoving my tits in his face.  I slowly slip down his body until I get to his cock, now being tightly held in my hand.  I pop my plump lips on the head and give a slight suck.  Then I shove the entire length of it into my mouth.  I had been trained early not to gag and can now take 10 inches in my mouth without any problems.  I get his cock wet and turn around.   I beg him to please fuck this whore in the ass.  I start to get lost in the moment; he positions his cock against my hole and thrust in.  He didn't have any issues getting his cock in there.  My gaping asshole and pussy aren't as tight as they once were having been stretched by monster toys and fists.  As I brace myself against the wall, he thrusts roughly in and out.  My tiny shirt strains to hold my huge tits in as they jiggle intensely.

 

I feel one of my breasts slipping out of the shirt.  I dread what is about to happen and my tit pops out from underneath the shirt.  This is quickly followed by the second.  Both tits are free, swinging wildly as he pounds me.  I feel the full weight of the rings pulling on my nipples.   He gives me a final thrust and lets out a moan.  As I start to come back to my senses, I know he is depositing his jizz in my ass.  I stand there, leaning against the wall, tits hanging out and wait for him to finish.  He pulls out.  I stand up, turn around.  Pulling at my skirt, I try to get it down as far as I can over my ass.  He slaps my tits.  He tells me he admires the way I look, sort of like a cow with the nose ring and huge udders.  I feel two inches tall and I pull my shirt back down as much as I can over my boobs.

 

I thank him as I was trained and asked if he could let me in the building.  He was more than willing to oblige.  As I walked in, I could feel his slimy jizz start to ooze out of my hole.  It becomes a lube between my ass cheeks as I walk.  I was at least thankful that there was no one in the lobby, but I felt more like a dirty whore the slimier my crack becomes as even more dribbles out of my asshole.  As I stand here waiting for the elevator, it starts to run down my leg and onto the stockings.  Just as I was thinking how embarrassing it would be if someone got into the elevator with me, a man walks up next to me.  I could tell the man couldn't believe what he was seeing.

 

He looks me up and down.  Eyes getting stuck at my tits and nose ring.  I give him a sexy look, also how I have been trained.  The elevator dings and we walk in.  While we ascend, he can't keep his eyes off of me.  He notices the cum dripping down my cheeks and gets a smirk on his face.  The elevators stops and he steps off.  I sigh in relief.

 

The elevator dings again.  This is my floor.  I walk out and look down the hallways.   I head to the room where my first meeting will take place.  I feel the cum drying on my leg, but it is still slimy between my cheeks.

 

I walk up to the door.  Nervously, I knock.   A response comes asking for who I am.  I know I'm not allowed to use my name.  I'm not sure if I even remember my name anymore.  I reply telling him that a whore is waiting for him at the door.  I look around nervously, hoping no one else heard me.  The door opens and I cautiously walk in.

 

The door slams shut and he commands me to take my skirt and top off.  I do so, freeing my breasts and dropping my skirt to the ground.  His hands run over my tits.  He takes a nipple ring and jerks it.  I wince at the pain it causes to my nipple.  I feel his hands on my waist; he is pushing me forward towards the bed.  My legs hit the bed and he roughly pushes me down onto the bed.  Wasting no time he pulls a chair up and sits down.  I hear the tattoo needle, and then suddenly pain shoots into the bottom of my ass cheek.  Time passes slowly, finally, he stops.  I stay on the bed, knowing not the move until given permission.

 

I feel my ass cheeks spread.  He makes a comment about how slutty I look.  Then the head of his cock presses against my anus.  His rod slips effortlessly into my ass.  Not again, I think over and over.  I can feel every inch of his hard cock.  It's sliding in and out faster and faster.  He finally gives one last thrust and I am again filled with cum.  He pulls out.  I feel his wet cock slide all over my ass cheeks.  Is he wiping it off on me?

 

He allows me to get up, I feel the cool air from the wet cum he wiped on my cheeks.  He is telling me what my ass now says.  Dirty on one cheek, Whore on the other.  My eyes well up, I feel like I could cry.  Jizz is running out of my ass and down my legs again.  If that is the first tattoo, what are the other 9 going to say?

 

I put my clothes back and.  He chuckles.  He points out that my skirt does not cover the new tattoo and that it is clearly visible to anyone behind me.  Humiliation washes over me as he kicks me out of his room.  I look down the hall way, dreading the fact that I must knock on all of these doors to find all of the artists.