Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (12 page)

He turned and left.   I could hear that he
didn't lock the door.  Wasting no time in getting out of the cage, I ran into
the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly, spending a lot of time washing dried
peanut butter out of my vagina.  Once I was done, I threw on my clothes before
I was even dry, anxious to leave this room before Charles had a chance to come
back or change his mind.  I got back into my room downstairs and fell onto my
bed, my head spinning with thoughts about what I should do next.  On my pillow
was a crisp, new, $50 bill.  A bonus for my time as a dog. 

Things are hazy.  I don't know for sure
how much time has passed, but I would guess at least two or three weeks.  I
haven't written not because nothing has happened, but because I've had no
access to my journal, or even my room.  I've also lacked the mental capacity to
write anything anyway.

Even as I log this, I'm in the cage which
has essentially become my new home.  Charles finally gave into one of my
requests and provided me with a pen and notebook as well as a few books to help
me pass the time, although only after putting in a secret compartment at the
side of the cage behind the toilet.  He still wants to give the illusion that
I'm a complete slave to any of his clients.  In his words, he doesn't want them
to see how soft he is, how he's giving in to me. 

I don't even remember how it is that he
got me to come back up here.  I'm sure part of it was seeing how just one
session with that first client paid me almost as much in bonus as I use to make
per week with Frank.  But I also think there was something else.  I remember
Charles had invited me to his office the day after I had fucked that huge man,
and I distinctly recall having a conversation about how I wasn't really that
interested in being treated like a dog or a slave. 

He said he understood, and then offered me
a drink so that we could talk about how we would go forward instead.  After
that, things get a bit muddy.  The next thing I remember, I was back in the
cage after all, naked once again except for the collar.

There have been a steady stream of men
coming in and out of the room, and me.  Each time I start to object to Charles,
though, he seems like he's listening and then tells me that maybe I'm just
hungry or thirsty and he gives me something and then I feel all woozy again and
end up sleeping.   Maybe the lack of regular meals were starting to affect my
body sugar or something.  At any rate, after what I think was maybe a week or
so, I stopped most of my arguments. 

Charles would tell me about all the money
he was saving up for me.  It would all be waiting for me when we were done.  I
just wasn't clear on when that would be.  Each time I thought too hard about it
and wanted to discuss it with him, I would feel light headed again and fall
asleep.  I finally decided that I would just take things as they came and not
worry too much about it, just as Charles keeps suggesting.  Ever since I
decided that I've felt a lot clearer. 

I still don't really like the things I'm doing
now, though.  Most of them leave me feeling degraded and humiliated.  But I
can't deny that it pays well, at least from what Charles tells me.  And I've
come so far and done so much, what does a little more even matter anyway?

Some of the shit happening has been
bizarre though.  I don't know where Charles finds these guys.

This one guy came in wearing a full police
uniform.  I have no idea if he was a real cop or not.  When I saw him, though,
I wasn't sure what to think.  My heart started pounding but I wasn't sure if I
thought he was there to save me or to fuck me - and I didn't know which I
wanted more.

Anyway, he walked right up to the cage and
stared at me with beady blue eyes.  After opening the lock, he demanded that I
come out immediately and submit to inspection.  Once I presented myself to him,
he had me stand against the cage facing away and bend over.  He then stuck his
fingers inside my pussy and then up my ass.  I have no idea what he was looking
for, but I don't think he found it.

"You been drinking?" he asked.

"Um, you mean alcohol?" I asked
back.

"Don't sass me girl, of course I mean
alcohol.  Let me check your breath."  He pulled me forward roughly into a
deep kiss and then pulled away just as abruptly.  "I don't smell anything,
but that's not definitive."

He pushed me back up against the cage
again and then unzipped his fly.  A long thin penis flopped out.  "We
better go to the breathalyser."  Was this guy for real?

Apparently so.  He forced me to sink to my
knees and give him a blow job.  He kept it up until he unloaded in my throat
and then he zipped it all back up and locked me back in my makeshift jail. 
"Don't make me have to come back here again," he said.  "Next
time I won't be so lenient."

I had no idea what the fuck that was all
about, but I actually just sat and giggled when he left.  If only the other
notable encounters had been just as amusing rather than disturbing and painful.

A couple of days later a couple of guys
came in together.  When they freed me from the cage, they wasted no time in
binding me again, but this time by tying my hands to the bars.  I wouldn't have
minded, but the first time they did it they bound me up really high so I had to
stand on my tip toes in order to not have my arms pulled out of my sockets.  It
was very painful, and they made it worse by slapping my tits and pinching hard
on my nipples while they walked back and forth yelling insults at me. 

They were calling me a slut and a whore
and that I was nothing but a filthy slave.  By the end of it, tears were
falling from my face.  Eventually they undid my arms from that uncomfortable
position but then immediately retied them so that I was now bent over at a 90
degree angle with my ass in the air.

I knew what was coming next before I felt
the first slap on my ass, and blows continued to rain down on me for a few
minutes.  By the end, I'm sure my ass was bright red.  With each slap, though,
they demanded that I thank them and ask for another.  All the while I was to
call them both master.

Eventually they tired of that game as
well, and finally one of them pulled out his already hard dick and shoved it in
my mouth.  Clearly all everything they had been doing until now had been a
great turn on for them, but I was relieved that the cock in my mouth was likely
a signal that it was almost over.

"I'm gonna fuck your face,
slut," he said, and proceeded to do just that.  His hips were slamming
back and forth into my nose and his cock pushed mercilessly into the back of my
throat.  Luckily for me I had long ago lost my gag reflex or I would have puked
all over this guy for sure, and who knows what they would have done then.  As
he continued to fuck my face furiously, I felt a finger pushing into my tight
butthole.

"And I'm gonna fuck the hell out of
this sweet white ass," his friend said.  He pushed his finger in and out
and then added another, stretching me out and getting me ready for his cock.  A
third finger made its way into my backdoor, but it barely registered as I was
still concentrating on the dick that was currently fucking my face.  I could
feel it push past my epiglottis and deep into my throat each time his pubes
pushed hard into my nose.  I could barely breath, so I had to concentrate hard
on not passing out.  Suddenly, I felt one of his hands tugging on my collar,
choking me even as he continued his assault on my mouth.  I could barely
breathe even without that aspect of this experience, and with it I was starting
to see spots.

I barely even noticed as the fingers in my
ass were replaced with a cock, and by the smoothness of how it slid in I was at
least thankful that he had used some sort of lube.  As the dick pushed forward,
the one in my mouth did as well and I felt like I was a pig on a spit, impaled
completely at both ends and almost ready to black out from lack of oxygen.  The
two of them quickly found a new rhythm, though, and began to saw into me
alternately from both ends.  When the guy in my mouth pulled backwards he would
release his pull on the collar slightly and I was able to get short fast
breaths in before he pushed back into me and tightened his grip.  It made me
wonder if he was yanking on my collar to constrict my throat around his cock
even further.

Thankfully, the cock in my mouth was the
first to blow, given that he had had a bit of a head start.  When the first
shot spewed from his head he was buried in my throat and I felt the hot liquid
start to drain down into my stomach without even tasting it.  As soon as he
started to come he released my collar.  He continued to thrust, however, and as
he pulled back another glob of cum filled my mouth with its salty flavor.  I
didn't care, though, because I was finally able to swallow it down and take a
huge breath of fresh and glorious air.

Now that the guy in my mouth was done and
I could breathe again, though, I could pay more attention to what was happening
behind me.  The guy in my rear was pounding away hard and leaning over me, both
of his long thin hands holding onto my breasts and squeezing hard.  It had
gotten so that anal sex was somewhat pleasurable to me now after having done it
so often, but nothing about these two was enjoyable and I just couldn't wait
for it to end.

Eventually I felt his cock stiffen even
more and he pulled on my breasts hard.  With a loud and long groan, he emptied
his balls into my colon in an extended shuddering orgasm.

When both of the men had finished, they
fixed their clothes and then looked at me.  "You think we should untie
her?" one of them asked the other.

"Nah, let Charles deal with that." 
They both laughed and left, leaving me fastened securely to the cage. 

I was there for a while, unable to move my
arms much.  I did manage to sit down on my knees instead of standing bent over,
which was a bit of a relief.  For the first little while I just sat as thick
globs of cum dripped out of my ass and onto the carpet below.  Eventually there
was nothing left and I just lay my head on my arms.

I might have dozed for a bit but woke when
I heard the door to the room slam shut and footsteps walking behind me.

"Charles, is that you?" I
asked.  I tried to turn my head but the person stayed behind me and I couldn't
see them.  Whoever it was stayed quiet, just watching me.  Suddenly I felt
hands on my waist pulling me up and back into the bent over position I had been
in originally.  I had barely recovered from those other two and now Charles had
sent someone else up here to fuck me? 

Hands started to gingerly rub my ass where
the other men had been smacking me.  It felt nice and I enjoyed it as he
started to squeeze and rub my cheeks.  He ran his hands around my ass in a
circle that reminded me of something, but I couldn't place what it was.

"Who is that?" I asked again,
wondering if it was one of my regulars or something.

Immediately a hand slapped down hard on my
ass causing me to yelp in sudden pain and surprise.  "What the-"
Another slap, harder than the first and even harder than the previous guys had
been delivering.

Suddenly I realized the pattern.  If I
made a noise, I was slapped.  This was the same guy that Frank had left me with
two weeks ago,  right after I had said I was leaving and before he had stolen
all my money.  That time I had been bound on the floor of this very room.  He
was back for more?

I stayed quiet now that I realized who it
was.  I remembered from the last time that the more noise I made, the more this
guy would slap me.  As I suspected, once I had calmed down I heard him unzip
and then his hard cock pressed into my pussy.  It was wet, although I think it
was more from cum dribbling out of my ass from the prior guy than from any
internal lubrication of my own. 

Like last time, he began to trust hard
into my pussy until I did start to moisten, and then he pulled out and slammed
right into my already stretched asshole, plunging in completely on his first
shove.  I let out a little involuntary groan and was immediately delivered
another rough spanking.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out
and put his cock back into my pussy, and just like last time I wondered whether
this was even safe for me, but I had no time to dwell on it.  His fucking was
relentless, and I had to keep my head steady on my hands so that I wouldn't
bang it into the bars each time my body shook with his thrusts.

This went on for a few more minutes until
finally he started to swell up.  He was deep inside my pussy, and he pulled my
thighs tightly back towards him as he drove deep inside, unleashing a spray of
cum against my womb.  This time he didn't pull out and stick it back in my ass,
he just continued to cum in my pussy until he was spent.  He finally pulled out
and zipped up his fly and then walked forward and undid my hands.

I finally looked up at him and gasped in
surprise.  It was Charles!