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He was sweating beneath me. His cock, hard, thrust up, and into me. Pumping, thrusting. All the way in, then all the way out, almost. He was careful not to slip out of my wet cunt. He was coming. He gripped my hips, trying to go even deeper inside me, pulling me down, pushing up. I felt his hard cock throb. As I felt it, so I forced the knife deep into him, it was harder than I‘d expected, and it took all my strength. I held him with my thighs, with my arms. His back arched, a mixture of ecstasy, pain and panic. I felt him ejaculate inside me, pulsating, and as I felt his cum, hot and deep inside me, so I looked into his eyes, as they glazed over, as life left him…….

I woke, screaming, sweating. I was alone in the bed. Just a nightmare, just a nightmare. A nightmare of what I had done to Charlie, that he deserved it, I still had no doubt, but it still gave me nightmares, even after this time. My bedroom door opened. My daughter tip-toed in.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“Its alright, just a nightmare,” I said.
“The same one?” She asked.
“There is no other Hannah,” I said.
“I’d stay with you, but I have a client,” she said.
A client. Another legacy from Charlie. He had been my pimp, he’d blackmailed me into prostitution, then sold both me, and my young daughter to another pimp. Now we both worked as prostitutes, owned by others, our lives no longer our own. Owned. Owned to be sold at their whim to be fucked, and perhaps sold on, to yet another pimp.
“Its alright love, you get back, I’ll be alright,” I said.
She crept away, away to her bed, in which a stranger waited, waited for her to suck his cock, and to fuck him again. She was good, a good little whore, still sixteen, a high class whore for others pleasure. Then of course, so was I, two whores. I was thirty five, and had half a lifetime of fucking ahead of me.

I made coffee, standing in the kitchen, wearing just a pair of knickers. He walked out of Hannah’s bedroom, buttoning a crisp white shirt.
“Hi,” he said, “you must be Chloe.”
I turned, his eyes going straight to my breasts. 36D, though Binky had hinted they were to be increased. She hadn’t told me to what size, I ideally wondered if that included Hannah as well.
“Yes, I’m Chloe, coffee?”
“Please, black, no sugar.”
“I’ll just go and put something on,” I said.
“I’d rather you didn’t, in fact I’d rather you took your knickers off,” he said.
“I’m sure you would,” I laughed.
“Oh Mum, make a cup for me will you,” Hannah said, joining us. “What are you two talking about?”
“He was just asking me to take my panties off,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I think he’s out of time, out of luck. He paid for me, for one night. Its morning!” Hannah said.
“You’ve got me there,” he said, his teeth white as her smiled.
I made his coffee, then handed the cup to him, with my warm panties. I liked him, I didn’t know why, but I liked him.
“Can I, sorry do you do bookings together? He asked.
“We might do!” I said.
“Mum! Will you stop it.” Hannah said. “Yes you can book us together, you need to book us through our agent.”
“Thanks, fuck look at the time, I must run, thanks for the coffee, and the panties,” he said, popping them in his pocket.
“And for the amazing fuck I gave you last night?” Hannah asked.
“Oh yeah, thanks for that, bye!”
“Is it today?” Hannah asked.
“Yes love, its today. You’ll be alright on your own?” I asked.
“Mum, I’ll be fine. I’ll miss you.” She said.
She hugged me, pressing her naked breasts against mine, I patted her bare bottom,
“I won’t be long, a week at most, I hope.”……………………

Binky had told me what she wanted me to do. It was at the party we had taken Hannah’s friend Ellie to. We had taken her, but not taken her home. Binky owned us, pimped us. We were her whores, hers and her step son’s, Ambrose. Ambrose de Richemont, and Binky, Marchioness de Richemont. Powerful, rich, and kinky.
We wore, as always, what Binky wanted us to wear. And that night it had been eight denier hold-up’s, six inch heels, black patent….

We were dressed to the nines. Or undressed to the nines, depending on your point of view. Binky had sent the outfits, sent it all. Ellie was excited, having escaped her draconian mother, maybe just a little over protective mother, and excited at going to her first adult party. Hannah had told her what would happen, but Ellie thought she was joking. Ah well!
“You are joking, aren’t you? Ellie asked.
“No, this is what we are wearing!” Hannah told her friend yet again.
“What just hold-ups and high heels?”
“No, we have our collars, and earrings!” Hannah replied.
I’d had enough. “Ellie, we told you where we were going, you wanted to come. Its all arranged. Now the car is here, we are leaving, end of!” I said harshly.
We walked to the private elevator, which would take us to the basement garage.
We all wore the same, black stockings, eight denier, with thick lace tops, and black patent leather six inch ankle strap stilettos. The girls wore black patent leather collars, a ring in the centre, a ring for Binky no doubt.

Binky did use the rings, as I knew she would, leading Hannah, and Ellie around, chatting to her friends, allowing them to fondle the girls, one girl, making Hannah come, as she stood with Binky. Ellie just stood watching in disbelief, watching her friend orgasm in front of a room full of people. People felt her own breasts, sucked her nipples, stroked her bottom. Ellie’s own cunt was off limits, at least for the time being.
“Chloe darling,” Binky called.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
She smiled. She liked that, liked that I called her Mistress.
“Take Ellie with you, show her off, but no one, I repeat no one is to fuck her, not even finger her, well maybe in her arse, but just one finger, you understand!”
I understood, only too well. I led her away, as Binky led my daughter away, both on their silver chains. I knew why, knew what she was going to be told. I wondered what her reaction would be……………..

The plane took off on time. I was in cattle class, wearing an expensive black wig, a temporary measure. I wore spectacles, true clear glass. I had passed through security at Heathrow without a hitch. My passport, an expensive forgery. I looked how I was supposed to look. Anonymous.

The plane landed on time, I disembarked. I’d never been to Boston before. I passed through security.
“What’s the reason for visit to the United States?”
“I here to visit my Aunt, she lives near here.”
I passed through, out into the concourse, where I collected my suitcase. Then on again, where I collected the hire car. Then I drove.

The motel was cheap. I booked in, ate a meal, then returned to my room. The following morning I checked out early. A red head this time, my hair washed through with a temporary dye. I drove on, on to my destination, through Pittsburgh, and onward, deep into the state.

The next day I walked into the office block. A thirty something redhead, dressed in a smart, well cut suit. A modest skirt, came to just below my knee, with a split at the back, Heels, of course, but conservative. A handbag on my shoulder, a briefcase in my left hand. I entered, the lobby was cool, welcomely so.

I began work, a day of induction, which would be followed by three more. He walked in, mid-way through the morning. He hit on me immediately. So predictable. I brushed him off, after all I wasn’t a slut!……………………

We arrived home, the car dropped us at the lift. It was early, but even so we didn’t go unseen from the car, a couple of early risers glimpsed our naked bodies, our jiggling breasts, or shapely bottoms, as we hurried into the elevator.

“Its alright, Binky explained everything to me,” Hannah said as soon as the door was closed.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“Only that Ellie was going to work in Jeddah, that she’d be well looked after. She had a job, working for the de Richemont group.” Hannah said.
“You ok with that?
“It means Ellie is like us, doesn’t it. No its alright Mum, she wanted it, well she said she did. Will we always do this?” Hannah asked.
“Yes Hannah, I rather think we will.”
“Its alright, I like it, I like Binky, I even like Ambrose, and they do look after us, like this apartment. I’ll miss her Mum, she was my friend.”
I held her, as she cried, cried for her lost friend………………..

The following day, he took me for coffee. He thought he was Gods gift to women. He was good looking, no question.
“Why is a Frenchman working here in north America?” I asked.
“Long story, perhaps another day?” He said, which was code for mind your own business.

It was the end of a long week, Friday, he took me to dinner. A smart members club out of town. He was smooth, and I knew smooth when I heard or saw it. He was good, and could have talked me out of my knickers if I didn’t already want him to talk me out of them. I needed him to talk me out of them, or at least think he had.

Around the grounds were lodges, isolated, private. For the private use of members. We walked hand in hand to one particularly isolated one. He was on me the moment the door was closed.
“I don’t usually….” I began.
“I know, Cherie” he said. His accent heavy.
“I need to powder my nose,” I said.
I slipped into the bathroom, quickly checking my handbag, ensuring everything was to hand. I returned, placed the bag beside the bed, before seductively unbuttoning my blouse, I threw it onto the chair, away from the bed, then unclipped my bra, freeing my breasts, my nipples already hard. I unzipped my trousers, wriggling out of them. He watched from the bed, already stripped to his underpants. I hooked my thumbs under my knickers, and pulled them down, then joined him on the bed.
He was a skilled lover, he kissed me, leaving me breathless, he kissed his way down my body, slowly, gently, little kisses, his tongue in my belly button, then down again, until I felt his breath on my pussy. I was fully waxed, I moved my legs apart, allowing him to do to me what he wanted to do.
“What have we here, wow, I’ve heard about this being done, but never…..”
He kissed my clit, it was hard, erect, the pleasure signals went straight to my brain, and I moaned with pleasure. He sucked it, and I came, and came hard. He worked it with his tongue, his lips, fascinated by the removal of my clit hood. I came twice more, then he was on me.
“No,” I said breathlessly, let me, please.”
He laid on his back, as I stroked his cock, making it painfully hard, before closing my lips around it. I deep throated him, using all my skills, and I was very skilled. Then I straddled him, sinking slowly onto his hard cock, rocking forward, before slowly fucking him, as he began to fuck me, thrusting into me. For all his bluster, he wasn’t a stayer, and I knew he would come soon. I reached down, struggling to find my bag, my finger tips brushed against it. Just managing to get it. It was in my hand. He groaned, as his cock throbbed, his hands gripped the cheeks of my arse, gripped hard, as his orgasm began. His cock throbbed, ejaculating into me. I placed the dagger at his throat. I smiled.
“Madam de Richemont sends her love!” I said.
I forced the dagger into his throat, pushing down hard. It slid in, like a hot knife cutting butter. His eyes were wide, he couldn’t speak, blood gurgled in his throat, and as he died, his legs thrashing, a final rope of come spattered against my cervix.
His blood was everywhere, on the pillows, on the sheets, soaking into them. I was covered in it too, I was momentarily horrified.
I ran to the bathroom, washed my hands, then showered. Then showered again, washed my hands again. I quickly dressed, collected my bag. Checked the room. He lay on the bed, an expression of utter surprise on his face, the dagger in his throat.
I walked quickly to the car park, where my hire had been left that morning. I was packed, bags in the boot, and drove away, away from the horror that I had caused…………….

I arrived at Heathrow early Sunday morning, in my black wig. I took a taxi into Staines, then checked into the premier inn, before leaving again an hour later, as a blonde. Binky was in the car. I joined her on the back seat.
“Success?” She asked.
“Success,” I replied.
“Did you do exactly as I instructed?”
“Exactly,” I replied.
“You haven’t asked why?” Binky said.
“No, I haven’t.” I replied.
She kissed my lips.
“I want to fuck you Chloe, I want you now,” she said.
“I am yours to use, as always.”

She lay back on the bed, her red curls fanning out across the pillows. I straddled her, kissing her lips.
“Were you in this position when you did it? Tell me everything.”
I kissed her again. Her soft lips.
“He kissed me, like this, made love to me, like this!” I murmured.
I kissed my way down her body, as he had done mine. I reached her cunt, a red landing strip above a her smooth lips, “then he did this,” I told her, demonstrating to her how he had made me come, making her come, her clit, like mine, like Hannah‘s un-hooded.
“Then I straddled him, straddled his cock, fucking him, fucking it. It was so hard, hard like steel, Binky. He made me come, then he was coming, I reached down for the dagger, I held it in my hand, and as he came inside me, I stabbed him with it!”
“Did you say what I told you to say, did you?”
“Yes Binky, just as you told me, like this!”
I placed a long nail on her throat, like this Binky, like this!”
She shivered, goose bumps on her skin. I kissed her lips.
“Can I ask you a couple of question?” I said, still straddling her, my lips close to hers.
“You can ask,” she replied.
“Will you always keep me with Hannah?”
“Always is a long time, things change, but I have no plans to separate you, nor to part with you.”
“Thank you. And Ellie?”
“Ellie is fine, she will be in London next month. You’d like me to arrange for her to meet up with Hannah I take it?”
“Could you?”
“Yes of course darling, now, put that strap-on, on, and fuck me!” ……………..

“Paul!”
“Yes Guv?”
“Have you seen this report from the States?”
“No.”
“Here have a read,”
“Well Paul?”
“There are similarities Guv, but the suspect had red hair, and anyway Guv, why would Chloe Thomas go to America, and kill some French twat?”
“You right, its not as if she’s a professional killer. We know, thanks to Monika, the one thing we have to thank her for, that she was blackmailed into prostitution by Standish, who then sold her on, with her daughter. There’s her motivation for killing him, shame we have no fucking evidence. Check this one out, ring the officer in the case, and check with Border Security, find out if the little slut was in the country.”
“I’ll get straight on it Guv.”………………………..

Ellie walked into the apartment. There was a new confidence about her. She was the same age as Hannah, but had always seemed a little girl in comparison. Now she stood in the lounge a young woman. Hannah hugged her.
“I’ve so missed you,” Hannah said, holding her friend tight.
“Me too Han, oh its so good to see you.” Hannah said. “Come on tell me, what’s it like, where do you live, tell me everything!”
“Its amazing, I live in this fabulous apartment, its on the forty third floor, I have to take three different lifts to get there!”
“Wow, and what about, you know…”
“You mean work?” Ellie said.
“Mmm, work!” Hannah giggled.
“I know you explained it all. I didn’t really believe you, when you said Ambrose and his mother owned you. And now they own me. it’s a strange feeling.”
“I know, but you get use to it, and anyway its not so bad,” Hannah said.
“Have you been to see your Mum?” I asked.
“Later, I’m going there later. Chloe, can I stay here tonight, I don’t want to stay at home, Ambrose said I should ask you.”
“Of course Ellie. When do you fly back?” I asked her.
“At the end of the month, can I stay here?”
“You can Ellie, but we sometimes have clients staying over, you know that.”
“I know Chloe, I know. I wish I could stay here all the time.”

She left two hours later. Her confidence had returned, she walked out, smarty dressed in a black and grey dress. Her mother wouldn’t like it. It was short, very short, she wouldn’t like the heels either. But that was her problem. I had phoned Ambrose, Ellie would stay with us.
“She’s homesick Chloe, such a pity, no one wants to fuck a miserable little tart, so yes, she stays with you both, while we consider what to do with her, come and see Mummy and me in a couple of days darling.” Ambrose said kindly…………..

“Guv!”
“Yes Paul?”
“Two things. Chloe Thomas didn’t leave the country. I’ve checked. Secondly the victim. A French national, had been working in the states for about six months, but get this, he formerly worked for de Richemont Consultants, seems he left under a bit of a cloud, nothing specific, but there is something there, Guv.”
“Do some digging Paul, discreet. And ask yourself this, if you wanted him dead, would you send Chloe Thomas to do the job? And if so, why? Why her?”………….


“Chloe darling,” Binky said, embracing me, kissing my lips.
She wanted something.
“I’ve spoken with Ambrose, he’s such a darling boy.” She said, seeming to forget her step-son was at least ten years older than her.
“This Ellie situation.” She said.
“Ah, yes,” I said.
“She’s popular with her clients, but prone to bouts of melancholy. Have you any suggestions?”
“Only one really Binky, and let me say I feel responsible, after all it was Hannah and me that brought her to you.” I said.
“You have a solution?”
“Yes, let her stay here, stay with us. That would cure her homesickness, make her into a more desirable……..property.” I said.
“I’m glad you said that. You wouldn’t mind her living with you?”
“No, if I can handle one teenager, I can handle another. No it’s a question of space.” I said.
“Yes, there is no problem there. The penthouse apartment is empty, I’ll have you moved up, it has four bedrooms, and a terrace, so we could have little parties there. Good that’s settled. Now I need to replace her in Jeddah?”
Shit I thought. Not Hannah. Not my Hannah.
“Not Hannah?” I asked.
“No, Chloe darling, although I did consider it. No, she’s more valuable here with you. No I need someone else?”
“My friend Sophie?” I suggested.
“Not a bad thought, and they do like to cane a girl out there. Of course we never allowed that with Ellie. I’ll give it some thought.”………………..

“Guv!”
“Yes Paul, what have you got?”
“The American victim. Worked as we knew for De Richemont in Switzerland. Thought himself a Casanova, seems he forced himself on a girl there.”
“****?”
“They didn’t call it that Guv, but he was sacked without compensation, according to my source.”
“There’s more, isn’t there Paul, I can tell by the look on your face.”
“Oh yes Guv. The girl, who never made an official complaint, your never believe who she is!”
“Go on!”
“Well Guv, she is none other than Binky de Richemont’s niece!”
“Keep digging, but keep it quiet, no one else needs to know. Keep the paperwork to a minimum, I’ll have a new safe installed in your office, it will be done overnight, tonight, I’ll have put in that big old cupboard. You and me Paul will have a key, no one else, no one else needs to know its there. Understand?”
“Yes Guv.”
“And Paul, re-interview Monika, before she flies to the fucking Falklands.”……………..


I smoothed my dress where it had ridden up in the car. I held my clutch bag, satisfied, I walked into the hotel. I’d been here before, and liked it. Oldie worldly, some would say stuffy, but I liked it.

He opened the bedroom door for me. Dinner had been delicious, the wine expensive, not that I could tell mid-priced to top end. I knew what I liked, when I tasted it. He was good company, though at least twenty years older than me, probably sixty. He was tanned, and toned, I’d felt his shoulders, his arms as we danced. He’d held me close, not tight, but close.
“A night cap Chloe?” He asked, kissing the back of my hand.
“That would be nice, yes, thank you,” I replied.
The ice cubes chinked in the glass, as he poured the drinks.
I sipped mine, the liquid warming me, not that I was cold.
“Shall I take my dress off?” I asked.
“Please,” he said.
“Would you?” I asked, turning my back to him, so he could unzip me. Ellie had zipped me up earlier, now he pulled the zip down, so slowly, as if savouring the experience.
The dress was gorgeous, a Betty Jackson, which could have been made for me, it fitted like a glove, emphasising every curve. The zip ended half way down my bum, wasn’t concealed, exaggerated the curve. I lowered it down. I didn’t need a bra, the dress was tailored such that it was unnecessary. My breasts sprang free, and I turned, so he could admire them, touch them if he so wished. He wished. I let the dress fall to the floor, standing in my stockings, and heels. His hand found my knickers, navy blue, sheer. His hand stroked the soft material, stroking my cunt in the process. I was wet almost instantly, since being de-hooded I need much less stimulation before becoming sexually aroused, and before coming. I bit my bottom lip, as he continued. I let him enjoy me, judging now was not the time to touch him. His head dipped, and he took my nipple into his mouth, he bit, bit harder than I had expected. Painfully so, but with the pain there was pleasure, pleasure that came from my wet pussy, pain from my nipple, a combination which I stood and enjoyed. I was his to enjoy, he had paid for the privilege, paid a small fortune, all to be with me for a night. I was his to do with whatever he wanted. Anything. He was a stranger, at least to me, and tonight I would do what he wanted, however perverted. He pulled my knickers down, down to just below my knees, no further, his fingers continued working their magic on my pussy, my cunt, my clit. I moved my legs apart a little further, stretching my knickers between my open legs.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, oh fuck, yes!” I said.
He fingers stopped.
“Don’t come darling Chloe, you mustn’t come, not until I allow it, you do understand, don’t you?”
I understood, understood only too well. I wanted to come, was ready to come right then. The feeling began to fade.
“Mmm, yes, I mustn’t come, not until…..oh God……until you give me permission,” I gasped.
“If you do, I’ll have to punish you, you understand that don’t you Chloe. Bad girls mustn’t come, and you are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
His fingers were busy again, taking me towards the edge again.
“I mustn’t cooooome, no I mustn’t, oh God, that’s soooo good…….no, mustn’t come, until you let me, mmmmm, nice.”
He continued, his fingers inside me, searching for my G-spot, as his other fingers excited my over excitable clit.
“Oh my God, oh fuck…..Jesus fuck……close, I’m close……..”
He stopped again, allowing me to calm, if only just a little. My juices flowed from me, making my thighs wet, running down, and soaking into my stocking tops.
He began again, my legs turning to jelly, as I stood, legs spread, knickers still stretched tightly between my legs.
“Oh fuck…….mmm, so good, Jesus fucking yesssssssssss, oh fuck,” I gasped. He was taking me close to the edge again.
“I need to, please, please, I need to come……….oh yesssssssssss, oh my God!”
I felt his finger push into my bum, then a second, all the time his fingers never stopped working there oh so wonderful magic in my cunt, my wet aching cunt.
“Oh yesss, God yes, nearly there again, oh….yes, oh ….God…….nearly there…”
He stopped again, waiting, waiting for the sensations within me to fade, to calm. Sweat ran down my back, I needed drink, my mouth was parched. I gripped his shoulder.
He began again, slower this time, slow but steady, relentlessly. I felt his breath on my cunt, just his breath, his fingers stirring my honey pot.
“Yessss, oh God yesssssssssss, please, please, I must, must come, oh fucking hell, , shit, you fucking bastard, let meeee, let me,,. I need toooooooo, must………..oh Jesus fucking hell, I’m oh yes, oh yes, cummmmmmmmmmmming, oh fuck yes, cummming yes, yes, yes.”
I came in a hot wave of indescribable pleasure, then came again, equally as hard.
His fingers still in me, he said, “ naughty, I didn’t tell you, you could come. Bad girls come without permission, now you must be punished!”
Suddenly, without warning, it hit me, pain, shocking pain emanating from my bum, but shooting through me, I staggered, but somehow managed t stay upright.
I came to my senses, my vision hazed.
“That was just on a low setting, disobey me again, and it will hurt a lot more. Now, stand up straight.” He said.
His began again, fingering me, my pussy, my clit, always my clit, my anus. I felt him spread my bum cheeks, a pressure on my little puckered hole, as he inserted something into me. Whatever it was it was big, length and girth. I felt it vibrate inside me, then he began again. Two fingers in me, his thumb pressuring my clit, my oh so sensitive clit. I was soon there again. My breathing heavy.
“Remember, bad girls mustn’t come, not unless they have permission.” He said sadistically.
“I remember, oh…..I……..I, oh fuck yesssss,” I gasped.
It was building in me again, slowly, but surely, that warm, watery feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Oh God, oh fuck yessss, please let me come, please,” I asked.
“You, why should I let a whore come?”
My heart sank.
“Please, oh God, I’m, I’m, fuck yes, mmm, so good, fuck yessss.”
He was hitting all my buttons at once, I couldn’t resist much longer, he knew it, I knew it.
“Fuck yessss, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, mmmmmm,” I yelled.
“You come, and you will be punished!” He said in my ear. Then bit my ear lobe.
“Oh fuck, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck my cunt, oh my God, yesssssssssssss, I’m cumming, oh fuck, I can’t stop, yesssssssssss,” I yelled as the orgasm struck me like a tsunami.
The pain struck, my legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor……………

“Guv, you got a minute?”
“Come in Paul, shut the door.”
“I’ve got the description of the suspect, fits our friend, but she had red hair, not blonde.”
“Birds dye their hair all the time Paul, go on.”
“Binky’s niece was ****d at knife point. An sis dagger., and guess what our victim was killed with?”
“An sis dagger?”
“You got it Guv, the same one!”
“The same? How do we know that?”
“Belonged to a Waffen sis Standartenfurher, one Fritz Stradle, the commander of Adolf’s bodyguard. Its worth a small fortune on ever present Nazi memorabilia market.”
“Interesting Paul, but that’s all I think.”
“Maybe Guv, but I think we might be able to trace its owners, anyway, I’ll give it a go.”
“And on the Chloe Thomas front?”
“Bad news Guv, at the time of the murder, her passport was being renewed, and in the safe keeping of the passport office.”
“So a forgery?”
“Look Guv, we’ve got not a shred of evidence against her.”
“I’ve got a feeling in my water Paul, its never wrong.”…………………………..

I came too, I was handcuffed, my hands high above my head, secured to a rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling.
“Welcome back. As you an see, you situation has changed.!” He said coldly.
I was naked, but for a tight and constricting collar around my neck.
“Shall we continue?” He asked.
It wasn’t a question, but a statement of intent.
He held a vibrator, stainless steel, with numerous beads on its long shaft, it was huge, ten or twelve inches long. He placed the tip on my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped. He pressed it hard against me.
“Want to feel it inside you?
He didn’t wait for my answer, but forced it into me, into my welcoming cunt, a cunt that would betray me, and soon. I felt the first tingle of a new orgasm…………………

I shut the door behind me, made it as far as the sofa, and collapsed onto it. I was exhausted.
“Mum, you alright?” Hannah asked. She was just in her knickers, part way through putting her makeup on.
“Jesus Hannah, I’m….couldn’t get me a glass of water could you love?”
She brought me a glass. I drained it almost in one.
“Phew, that’s better.” I said.
“What the fuck happened to you last night? A gangbang? Can’t handle it, getting old?” She giggled.
She sat down as I told her.
“He just kept forcing me to come, then when I did I was punished, and we’d begin all over. I’ve never come so many times in one night, one week probably!”
“Wow!”
“And every time I came, he punished me, and when I squirted on the floor, he really went for it!” I said.
“What slapped your arse, Binky won’t like that!” Hannah said.
“No, he used some sort of cattle prod, hurt like hell, turned it up until I’d collapse, then when I’d almost recovered, we’d start all over!”
“Fuck!”
“Mmm, you could say that! How is our new flat mate settling in?” I asked.
“She’s fine, now she’s back with people she knows, she was just totally alone out there.”
“Where is she now?” I asked.
“In her room, had a client last night, heard them fucking just now, God she’s noisy!”
“Oh, and your not!” I said.
“I don’t know what you mean, anyway how would you know, all that racket you make, “Oh fuck yes, oh fuck me harder, oh fuck my arse, oh God!” Hannah giggled.
“If I had the energy, I tan your arse for you young lady.”

I lay back, and relaxed in the hot tub, relaxing at last. I was exhausted after my exertions of the previous night, although it had been different, different and just a little exciting, thrilling even. I closed my eyes, sank a little lower, and just enjoyed the warm, bubbling water, as it caressed my aching, and tired body. God this was relaxing.
I sank even lower, the water at my chin.
“Enjoying yourself?” A familiar voice said.
Charlie!!
I woke with a start. He was there, Charlie, my pimp, my pimp who I had murdered, murdered and seen him buried. He smiled, no not smiled, leered. His hands were at my throat, strangling me, pushing me down into the water, under the water. His hands so tight around my neck, squeezing. Water in my mouth, choking.
I woke out of my nightmare, coughing up water, water from the hot-tub.
A nightmare, just a nightmare. I breathed easy, lay back against the tubs edge. A movement off to my side, I looked. He looked back, smiling, the dagger buried deep in his throat.
I screamed, scream loud enough for Charlie to hear me in hell. I floundered in the water, as strong arms held me, held me tight in a hot tub full of crimson blood………………………