Birth Of Rubber Queen

It's funny to think that it all began just a little more than two days ago. So much has changed since then. I was in Los Angeles for a conference and a speaking engagement and I had just arrived at the hotel from the airport. My business commonly finds me in different locations throughout the week, and this week was no exception. I carried my luggage to the front desk and proceeded to check-in. My mind was wandering to the wide assortment of lingerie that I had picked up at a specialty store in Chicago earlier that week. Being a closet cross dresser with a wife that doesn't quite understand, I was looking forward to the chance of indulging my fantasies within the privacy of my hotel room.

As I finished signing my credit card voucher the manager rang a small bell that sat upon the counter. Not a moment passed before a young bellman approached to assist with my luggage. As I grabbed my overnight bag, he lifted my other two suitcases and turned toward the elevator. Disaster struck seconds later as the bellman, rushing to catch the elevator before it closed, slammed one of my bags into a low coffee table. The clasp popped open, and a large assortment of garter belts, corsets, dildos, and other miscellaneous items fell to the floor.

I rushed over and scooped the items back into my suitcase, slamming it shut as quickly as possible. As I glanced up I noticed the bellman and the manager exchange a curious look with one another. I mumbled some unintelligible explanation and then continued to the elevator. The doors had already closed by the time that I got there, and so I spent the next few minutes closely inspecting my shoes.

I was so relieved when I finally found myself in my room that I let out an audible sigh. I tipped the bellman, and then found myself thankfully alone.

I was so shaken by what had happened down in the lobby that I poured myself a rather large glass of the complementary Champagne and slammed it down. I poured myself another and then headed off to the bathtub to relax for a while.

As I lay in the warm water, my anxiety seemed to fade away. Thinking of my special care package in the other room, I began to idly stroke my cock. It wasn't long before I found myself in a state of complete arousal. I debated bringing myself off right then and there, but decided instead upon taking my time with a more leisurely activity.

I got up out of the tub and, still dripping, walked into the other room. I opened my special bag and removed my shaving kit. Thinking that my wife would surely guess the nature of my activities, I walked back into the bathroom, climbed once again into the tub, and proceeded to remove every trace of my body hair with the exception of a small patch above my erect penis. I paused throughout this operation in order to rub my nipples and stroke myself. By the time I was finished I was so excited that I almost shot my load into the warm soapy water.

I got out of the tub after rinsing off and then I toweled my hairless body dry. Then, walking back into the bedroom, I proceeded to make my selection of the evening's play-wear. I first pulled out my favorite pink satin corset and guided it to it's place around my abdomen. I next selected my matching garter belt and panties. Pulling out a pair of seamed stockings and my five inch heels, I slipped both onto my naked legs. I stood up so that I could attach the garters to my stockings, and then walked over to the mirror.

I loved to see myself dressed this way, and as I slowly turned around before the mirror, my cock poked its head out of the top of my panties. I saw a glistening drop of pre-cum resting on the tip of my member. I reached down an gently lifted it to my tongue. The slightly salty taste really got me off. I returned to my luggage and finished dressing as quickly as I could.

When I finished dressing my complete outfit included a very short, pink, strapless cocktail dress and matching shoulder length gloves. In addition, I wore a matching satin choker and a long blond wig with a pink bow tied in it. Finally, I picked up my sequined evening bag and headed toward the bed.

Being far too afraid to venture out in public, I headed toward my bed intending to finish my pleasures reclined. First, I sat down and opened my purse. I removed a pair of Velcro straps, a tube of jelly, and a nine inch vibrator from within and then positioned myself squarely on the center of the bed. I spread my legs and massaged the vibrator around my ass and cock. Rubbing a little jelly around my tight brown hole, I took the vibrating penis and pressed it deep into my waiting ass. My left hand was rubbing my nipples as my right hand worked the vibrator in and out of my behind with quicker and quicker thrusts. More drops of cum appeared on the tip of my cock, only to be scooped off and rubbed onto my waiting tongue and face.

I closed my legs, holding the vibrator clinched within my ass and reached for the Velcro straps. First wrapping them around the bedposts, and then slipping my wrists through the resulting holes, I pulled the straps tight with my teeth. I wasn't really worried about doing this because previous experience had shown me that after ten minutes of working the straps with my teeth I would be able to release myself. I then started in on one of my favorite fantasy activities.

I lifted both of my legs straight into the air and then flipped them over my head until my spiked heels rested against the wall. Positioned as such, I was able to place about two inches of my erect cock into my own mouth. Getting it there took a bit of effort, and keeping it there took even more, but when I was finished maneuvering I found myself in the wonderful situation of both giving and receiving a blowjob, all while a nine inch cock shook away inside of my tight ass. This activity had sent a great amount of seed shooting down my throat in the past, and I knew that tonight was to be no exception. I loved to maintain this position, licking and sucking myself for as long as possible before cumming. More of my salty fluid dripped into my mouth as I rocked my hips back and forth.

After a few minutes I heard a sudden and unexpected noise from across the room. Unable to free myself, and even unable to remove my throbbing cock from my hungry mouth with any great speed, I looked around my upthrust ass, in horror, only to see the door to my room swing open. The hotel manager and then the bellman both stepped into my room and then quickly shut the door.

"I told you so!", exclaimed the bellman.

"Get over there and hold him!", replied the manager. Next I found the bellman beside me. He placed his hands on my ankles and held them in place before I was able to extract my rigid penis from my mouth. A look of shocked terror crossed my face as I realized the awkward nature of my predicament.

The manager moved across the room, opposite the bellman.

"Hide your face!", he told the bellman. He then reached into his coat pocket and produced a small disposable camera.

Indifferent to my struggles, he began to take a number of photos of my unusual method of self-gratification. The bellman reached around and grabbed the end of the vibrator, pulling and pushing it into my ass. Although I was mortified by what was going on, his further stimulation of my behind caused me to unload a huge blast of cum into my waiting mouth. I was able to capture most of it in my mouth, but in all of my twitching and bucking, my cock sprang free and sent ribbons of hot cum across my face. To this activity the manager expended his remaining photos.

I was held in my inverted position as the manager walked over to me. When he realized that I was holding most of my load in my mouth, he told me to swallow it. Normally I would have enjoyed doing so, but I wasn't about to give this bastard any more satisfaction than he had already had. When he noticed my inaction, he reached down and pinched my nose shut. I struggled, but after a moment my need to breath forced me to gulp down my semen and gasp for a breath.

"That's much better.", he told me.

The manager then proceeded to hand the camera over to the bellman, and then take over control of my legs. The bellman stood up and headed for the door to the outside hallway. As he left, the manager told him to get back quick.

Left alone with this monster, I began to worry about what was in store for me next. I wasn't left in the dark for long.

"When we saw the contents of your suitcase, we knew that you would be just the kind of person that we were interested in. In a moment, I'm going to let you up. You are going to be very nice to me and do all that I tell you to. If you cause me any trouble whatsoever, those pretty pictures will find themselves in the conference packet of every person in attendance. Do you understand me?"

What could I do? I was so scared that I couldn't think straight.

"Yes, I understand.", I replied in a quavering voice.

"Yes, Master! That is how you will respond to me from now on! When I untie you, you will kneel on the floor before me. Remember the photos before you try anything funny, you little slut!"

I couldn't believe my own ears as I replied, "Yes, Master."

He then lowered my legs to the bed and untied my arms from the bedposts. I crawled off of the mattress, and knelt before him on the floor. My legs and arms ached from their earlier captivity, and I was completely ashamed of what was taking place in my own hotel room.

He stood up, and slowly walked around me.

"Very nice outfit, slut! It should serve our purposes well."

I turned my head to follow him but he promptly commanded me to face forward. He circled me twice more and then returned to the bed.

"Slut, I want you to open my fly with your teeth. After you are finished, you are to place my cock in your mouth and suck me as if this were your last meal. If you spill even one drop of my cum, you will be severely punished!"

I knew that I was in no position to refuse him, but I had never sucked another man's cock before, and I was horrified at doing so now. When he once again reminded me of the photos, I found myself crawling toward his spread legs. I reached toward his fly with my mouth, and began working it open. He placed his hands around my head as I freed his stiff member, and not allowing me even a moments hesitation, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth.

As I had only been able to place the first two inches of my own penis into my mouth I wasn't prepared to have his full eight thrust deep down my neck. I gagged only once, but he never stopped plunging his meat into me. He would pull his cock out of my mouth until just his little slit rested against my lips.

Then he would slowly push its full length past my tongue and down my waiting throat. His balls brushed against my chin before he finally reversed direction and slowly pulled out again. He continued to repeat this motion, increasing his speed with each stoke until his balls literally slapped my chin.

As he was fucking my mouth, I heard the door open once again. I tried to turn my head in order to see who had come in, but the manager wouldn't let go of my head. He continued to impale my face with his cock, as he asked the visitor how he liked the view of his "little bitch" sucking him off. I was shocked to hear two voices reply. One of these was the bellman, and the other belonged to a woman.

"It looks like he sucks cock like a pro!", the woman commented.

The bellman walked over to the two of us and said, "I want a piece of that ass!", after which I felt his hands slip my panties down around my knees. The next thing I knew was the feeling of his stiff penis pressed against my just recently vacated asshole. With one steady thrust he pushed his cock deep into my ass. I felt his balls touch mine, as he pressed its huge length farther and farther up my ass. In time with the managers frenzied motions, the bellman proceeded to ream my asshole.

They each continued to fuck me front and back, while the unseen woman cheered them on with encouraging comments.

"Fuck his face! Fill his ass with your cum!", she shouted. These comments and the sight of the bellman pumping into my ass must have been too much for the manager. I felt him tense up within my mouth, and with his next thrust he unloaded streams of hot, sticky cum into my mouth.

He held my head firmly in his hands as he plunged his cock in and out of my mouth. Remembering his command to swallow every drop of his cum, I tried to gulp down each spurt of his fluid. As he pushed and pulled his dick into my face the bellman started to thrust into my ass with abandon. During one of these thrusts, I lost hold of the managers cock with my lips, and he shot the last of his stream in my hair and on my face.

The manager maintained his grip around my head, as his cock twitched before my eyes. The bellman, sent over the edge by the sight of his boss shooting loads of cum across my face, nearly lifted me off of the floor with his wild thrusts. I felt his hands grip my waist as he bucked his cock in and out of my tight little ass. His member tensed inside of me and in moments I felt his jism filling my rectum in spurt after spurt. In his excitement, he pushed me forward so hard that I fell into the crotch of the manager sitting before me. As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed on top of my back.

The bellman's cock slowly deflated, and as he slipped his cock out of my ass the load of cum recently deposited up my bung promptly spilled down my leg. As a large dollop dripped to the floor, the woman broke out in gales of laughter.

"Oh, look! He's leaking cum out both ends! He's on a cum period!"

She walked over to me, still laughing. She was a very beautiful woman, and I remembered seeing her at the concierge's desk as I entered the hotel. Opening the purse that hung on her shoulder, she pulled out a small package. After removing the paper cover, she showed me a tampon.

"Extra absorbency! It looks like you'll need it!", she howled.

She bent over my behind and pushed the applicator into my dripping ass. I felt her push the plunger, and the next thing I knew, I had a little white string hanging out of my ass.

"Shit, you guys sure made a mess of this little whore. We better get her cleaned up before the party."

"We had to try her out first.", replied the manager, with a grin on his face.

"You wouldn't want us passing off bad merchandise!"

These last words sent a chill down my spine.

"What are you going to do to me?!?" I shouted.

"Don't speak unless you are spoken to, whore! You didn't swallow all of my cum, and you made a mess of the carpet! You need punished!" The manager got up from the bed and walked over to a rather large cart that the other two had brought in with them.

"Clean this slut up. Do it quick... We've only got about a half hour" With that, he started removing items from the cart and laying them on the bed. I didn't have a chance to see what they were, as the other two were hustling me into the bathroom.

The woman push me into the shower turned on the water. Icy cold, the shower soaked my clothes in a minute. Drenched thought I was, I was glad to clean myself from my ordeal. Next, she told me to strip. I dropped each item into the tub as I undressed. When I was finished she turned off the water and handed me a towel. Shivering from the cold, I dried off as quick as possible. Naked, she then led me back into the other room.

Laid out on the bed, I was surprised to find a rather large collection of shiny, black rubber garments. Everything was there. I stood gape-jawed as the woman started sprinkling baby powder all over my body. Next she picked a rubber garter belt out of the pile, and strapped it around my waist. I was then instructed to step into a pair of latex stockings that reached all the way up my thighs. She attached the garters, and then pulled a pair of rubber hot pants up around my hips. The rubber felt very odd to my skin, and it bound my genitals completely. The hot pants had an extra hole positioned directly over my asshole through which the tampon's string dangled freely. Next, she retrieved a full length corset made out of very heavy PVC. This she wrapped around my chest and stomach and began to lace. The corset grew tighter and tighter. I was about to break the rule of silence when she finally relented. She then rolled a pair of latex gloves all the way up my arms. I was getting very warm in this get-up, but she wasn't finished yet.

She sat me down upon the bed and pulled up a chair. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small compact. Humming to herself, she began to coat my eyelids with makeup. Next came my cheeks. Finally, she produced a tube of bright red lipstick, and covered my lips with its waxy contents. She turned me toward the mirror only to show me the face of a sideshow hooker staring back at me.

"I hate to cover up such a nice job, but..." she commented. She then took another item off of the bed and showed it to me. It was a hood with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. It laced up the back, and seemed to be studded with snaps here and there. She lifted it over my face, and tied it tightly around my head. She told me to stand up, and then turn around for her. She smiled at her handiwork.

As I turned around, I saw the manager and the bellman assembling an odd contraption from tubes of aluminum produced from within the cart.

The concierge wasn't finished with me yet, and told me to face her. Standing before her I watched as she lifted the final two items from off of the bed. One was a very short, yet very full mini-skirt that she instructed me to step into. The other was a short jacket with long sleeves, that hung open in front.

"Where are the boots?", she asked the manager. He reached into the cart and tossed them to her. She told me to step into them, and then zipped them clear up to my thighs. They came equipped with five inch heels, and for once I was lucky, having had plenty of practice walking in such tall footwear.

I stole a glance at the mirror. My eyes, mouth, and a small area of my neck were the only flesh that remained visible. My lips and eyes nearly glowed from their application of makeup. I didn't have much time to rest, thought, and soon she told me to go over to the men. I started to walk that way when her leg lashed out and caught me around the ankle. I fell the floor with loud thud.

"Crawl, you worm!", she snarled at me.

I lifted myself up, and crawled to the other two. They had just finished assembling their device. It looked like a sawhorse with a wide, flat cross support and one side taller than the other. The whole thing rested on a wheeled platform. The men ordered me to stand on the edge of the platform beside the tallest support, and then to lean across the length of the cross support. In this position, my arms dangled down toward the floor and my ass jutted up and out behind me.

The bellman next produced an assortment of rubber straps, which he quickly used to bind my arms and legs to the upright supports. The woman told the other two to hurry up, as I found myself once again tied in place. This time, I knew that I wouldn't be able to free myself with any amount of effort.

The three of them started to clean up the remainder of their tools and supplies, and load them into the cart. The manager grabbed the sheet off of the bed and spread it out over the top of me. Following this, the woman opened the door, the manager pushed the cart out of the room, and the bellman pushed me, cart and all, out right after them.

As I felt myself being wheeled down the hall, I heard the manager whisper down to me, reminding me of the photos, and to keep my mouth shut. I felt them push me into a waiting elevator, and then I heard someone fumbling with their keys. After a moment the elevator started, and I felt the car begin to rise.

Rise? I had assumed that they were going to take me somewhere outside of the hotel. My room was on the eighth floor out of fourteen. I realized that we must be going somewhere else in the hotel. This whole ordeal had left me in a state of shock, and I could barely think any longer, let alone guess what was happening to me.

After a moment we stopped and the doors opened. The cart once again started its way down the hall, only to stop again after traveling a few dozen feet. A door opened and I could tell that I was being wheeled into another room.

One of my captors removed the sheet from over me as another shut the door behind us. I found myself in the living room of a very large suite. The woman removed a large sheet of plastic from the cart and spread it out over the floor. The two men lifted me, sawhorse and all, from off of the cart. They proceeded to carry me over to the plastic, while the woman further rummaged in the cart. The frame that I was strapped to was set squarely in the center of the plastic, and the woman approached me with a handful of items.

She first attached a few straps to the snaps on the hood. Next, she pulled my head back, and attached the straps to the back of the frame. In this manner my head was forced up and forward. I couldn't move an inch side to side, and I could barely even keep my mouth shut. She remedied this problem fast enough, though, as she next wrapped a gag-like device around my mouth and attached it to the back of my head. This device differed from a gag in that it had two plastic plates that fit over my upper and lower teeth. When she turned a small thumbscrew, my mouth was forced open so far that I thought my jaw would split. As she was doing all of this, I felt a tug from behind me, and then I felt the tampon being pulled out of my ass. I was left empty for only a moment before a very large, cold dildo was shoved deep into my butt.

The three of them stood before me, admiring their work.

"We better hurry, it's almost time.", the manager commented.

"Do I have time for one more ride?", asked the bellman.

"You can do that later. They'll be here any second. You can have your fun after they have left."

The bellman sounded disappointed.

"They're always so sticky and messy afterwards..."

I was horrified about what was to come.

The three of them turned to leave, and I tried to shout for help. I failed miserably, and all that came out was a muffled "Ugh, mmph, hoelp!"

"I almost forgot!", the woman exclaimed. She turned back to me, and proceeded to wrap a black rubber blindfold around my eyes. Before she left, she flipped a switch on the dildo resting snugly up my ass, and it began to shake and vibrate mightily.

Left alone, I began to assess my situation. I found it totally helpless.

PART 2

Now, just forty-eight hours later, my situation is still desperate, but now I find it much less helpless.

You see, shortly after my three captors left me alone in that hotel room, I heard the door open. As my new visitors entered, laughter was followed by the murmur of excitement coming from at least half a dozen people. I heard one of them, a man from the sound of his voice, remind to others to watch their voices as I could still hear them speak. Another individual called out dibbs on my ass, while a third claimed my mouth. The first told them both that it was his birthday, and he was going to take first pick.

I felt someone take a hold of my bound head, and thrust a stiff cock into my open mouth. Not a second later, another forcefully yanked the huge dildo out of my ass. That same person, or perhaps another, lifted my skirt and grabbed my hips, plunging a massive dick into my butthole.

The rest of the evening blurred into a state of confusion, as I was violated in a hundred different ways by as many people. Throughout the evening, more and more people arrived, and it seemed that each took a turn with me. Both men and women touched, fondled, grabbed, and penetrated me in every possible way. At one point, a stream of urine was directed down my throat, while simultaneously another man pissed up my ass. This only joined the quarts of cum that had already found their way into my body.

People would wander into the other rooms, only to return later to one of my empty orifices. I could hear the sounds of laughter, talking, and music coming from the rest of the suite, and occasionally I would smell the aroma of burning hemp.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, people began to leave one by one. Some of them took a parting shot at me, while others just left me in peace. I thought that I was alone, finally, when one last person came up to me. I felt a dick plunged into my mouth. Although it was hard, I could tell that it had been well used that night. After a few strokes, a small squirt of semen pelted the back of my mouth. He removed his cock from my mouth, and then removed the gag from around my head.

In a classic New England drawl he said, "Thanks for the great birthday present!", and then leaned down and kissed me, letting his tongue wander around my mouth just as freely as his cock had moments ago.

I can't explain why, but that kiss was the most humiliating penetration that I had received during this whole ordeal.

In that moment, I knew that some day, some how, I would get my revenge.

After he left me, I must have dozed for a while. I was harshly shook awake what seemed like only seconds later, by the hands of the original three. The manager thanked me for a job well done, while the bellman and the concierge untied me. I guess that the bellman decided that I was too messy for even his tastes, because I wasn't accosted further.

The woman removed the straps from the hood, freeing my head, and then led me into the bathroom. She once again sprayed me off, clothes and all. Still dressed, she toweled off my rubber attire, and led me back into the other room.

The two men were disassembling the frame, and placing its components once again into the cart.

I asked what was going to happen to me next. Without a scowl or even a nasty tone of voice, the manager simply replied to me that they were done with me for now, and that I could go back to my room. He then handed me my key.

I asked for my street clothes. Then he started to get nasty with me.

"You're lucky that you're dressed at all! Get out of my sight, slut! Take good care of those clothes, because you'll need them tonight!"

"Oh, no!", I thought. Not again. Please, not again.

The manager shoved me toward the door. As I stumbled that way, I bumped into the cart standing in the entryway. As I did, a small drawer in its side fell out, and scattered its contents across the floor.

There, laying amidst the clutter, was the camera! And from the looks on their faces, I knew that it was the right one!

"Stop him!", one of them shouted.

Before they could do a thing, I lifted my boot high into the air and brought it down squarely on top of the camera. The plastic lens housing crushed easily, and I saw film spill forth as I ground my foot into the floor. I then kicked at the film in order to be sure that it was all exposed.

The three of them had stopped moving and just stared at me for a moment. Then the manager shouted for them to grab me before I took off. The bellman lunged toward me, but before he was able to grab me I lashed out with my boot and kicked his gonads into his adams apple. I grabbed the cart and shoved it toward the woman, smashing her into the wall. She hit her head against the light fixture and dropped to the floor like a sack of flour.

"You can't get away, you know. Where are you going to go dressed like that?!?", the manager asked me. He then took a step toward me.

I had had more than enough from this asshole. I took one step forward and hauled off with a right roundhouse to his head. I connected, but he stood there for a moment, almost frozen. Finally he crumpled to the floor. I didn't spare a second glance at them, before I was out the door and running down the hallway. I didn't think that I could kill them even after what they had done to me, and I knew that if I didn't kill them that they would be after me soon enough.

I rushed toward the elevator, and pushed the down button. A moment later the doors opened and I jumped in. The car was empty, other than myself, as I reached for the button for my floor. I paused.

"What if those three aren't the only ones involved here at this hotel? What if others are waiting for me even now?", I thought.

Not really knowing what I was doing, I pressed the button for the lobby. The car started to descend. Hell, I didn't even know what time it was as the car made its way down. It finally opened on the lobby, luckily making no stops in between. I ran out of the elevator, still dressed in my full rubber outfit and hood. I rushed toward the outside doors, still dark with the very early morning. As I ran, the night clerk shouted for me to stop, and then shouted for security when I didn't. Two burly looking apes lumbered from around the counter headed my way.

I ran out the doors, with those two Neanderthals only about fifty feet behind me. My luck held. A cabby was idling outside of the hotel, and I plunged into the front seat of his cab.

"Get me outta here, quick!", I shouted.

He turned to look at me, as I frantically locked the passenger doors. Impassively he said, "Don't look like you got any money in that there getup."

Shit! I couldn't believe what he was saying to me.

"Those two oafs! They're gonna kill me!", I shouted. The two thugs were almost to the cab.

"No money, no ride.", he said in a bored tone of voice.

"I'll give you the best blowjob that you every had in your whole damn life, if you GET ME OUTTA HERE NOW!", I screamed!

That cab roared to life without another delay.

I was able to get a quick twenty bucks from the cabby in exchange for a second bj. I had him take me to a sleazy little motel, where even I wouldn't be too conspicuous in my rubber costume. I went to my room after signing in and receiving some very strange looks. After getting undressed and showering for over an hour, I just passed out on the bed. I must have slept for fourteen hours straight, because when I awoke, it was once again night.

What was I going to do? Man, my face and ass ached! I didn't have a dime to my name, nor a stitch of real clothing. Those fucks back at Hotel Hell knew my name, my address, everything about me. Even though they no longer had the photos, I knew that they wouldn't stop with me running loose. Not with what I knew. I was going to have to hang low until I found a way to resolve this mess.

Mentally, I reviewed my information. I knew the hotel, of course. I did not know the name of any of the individuals involved, but I didn't think that that would be much of a problem. I guessed that the man with the New England accent was probably the ring leader of the group, from the way he had commanded the room earlier. I knew that he had just had a birthday, and I was sure that he must be powerfully wealthy. He was going to be my ultimate target. Somehow, I would strike back!

Well, I had found a way to earn money last night with the cabby. If I was ever going to get out of this mess, I knew that I would need lots of cash, and quick. I didn't like the idea of doing it, but I just didn't see an alternative. So I once again dressed in the outfit of the Rubber Queen, and headed out into the night.

As I walked down the street, heads turned all around me. I realized that I would need to get some street clothes tomorrow, if I wanted to remain inconspicuous. I would keep this outfit, though. The Queen and I had some dirty business to attend to, and she would become my creature of vengeance.

I passed a computer store as I walked into the night. I stopped and turned around in order to gaze in the window at the flickering monitors. Setting in the display window was a small 486 notebook, and from the looks of it, a modem and cellular phone were tucked into the case beside it. Information! That would be a great tool to help me earn my retribution! Without a second thought, I smashed the window and grabbed up the machine and case. I ran down the street, and ducked into a nearby alley. No sirens yet, but I wasn't taking any chances. I got out of there quick and continued my quest for cash.

After about an hour or so I was able to find my first john. Not bad, considering the trashy neighborhood that I was in. The entire time that I negotiated with him, my only thoughts were of vengeance on my previous tormentors. I led him off into the alleyway, and dropped to my knees. I took his member quickly, knowing that I had a busy night ahead of me.

The guy didn't take much, and with no more that a few flicks of my tongue, he shot his load into me. I was surprised to find as he fired off streams of cum down my throat, how sweet his seed actually was. In fact, after thinking about it for a moment, I found that it was just about as sweet as REVENGE.

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