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Caught in the motel - Part 2
By strangefun
WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts,
sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own
discretion!
This is a continuation of the previous Caught in the motel story.
Please read it first to get the full picture, and if you are a sissy,
make sure you are properly dressed, plugged and locked before you read
this!
He came back alone, making me jump up as he opened the door to my motel
room. I smelled alcohol on his breath, as he once again manhandled my
filthy form, before throwing me on the bed face down and bending my
cuffed legs back towards my cuffed hands. A quick re-cuffing, and I am
hogtied with my ankle cuffs pilling on my wrists, even more helpless
than before. I feel him getting on the bed, putting my head right
between his now naked thighs, and my nose is filled with the smell of
his dirty dick, as he grabbed my head, removed the penis gag, leaving
the ring gag in holding my mouth forcefully wide open, and lifting my
upper body off the bed by my head, unceremoniously impaled my face on
his rock-hard cock.
Once again, my throat was violated by a stranger's cock, pulled over it
like a dirty sock over a smelly foot, deep, rough, in complete
disregard of my consent, dignity, comfort, or even need to breathe, all
the way down to his crotch, his dick stretching my throat, cutting off
my air, making me gag and cry... I rile and trash, hogtied between his
legs, my head held down by his strong hands, but when he finally lets
go, I can only lift my head about half way off his long dick, arching
my neck and back painfully, only able to get a few gasps of air before
the strain in my neck forced me to lower my head back down, pushing his
dick back all the way in my throat and resting my face on his smelly
crotch.
With horror, I realized the evilness of my torturous position - hogtied
between his legs, in order to brethe, I could lift my head off his cock
only so much, still leaving a good half of it in my throat before it
became too painful, and in order to alleviate the discomfort, I had to
put my head back down, fully impaling my throat on his raging erection,
relaxing the neck, but cutting off most of the air - he did not have to
move a muscle to get his stimulation, while I had to work hard to
breathe, constantly throatfucking myself on his dick... So cruel,
humiliating and effective... I tried to pull to the site, but his
thighs held me firmly in place... I heard the TV coming on, and with
the sinking feeling realized, that he is planning to stay here for a
while... As I again struggled to pull my throat half way off his dick,
I heard a beer being popped open, feeling me with such shame and
humiliation - I am now an automated masturbation sock, a sex toy, used
as an object, so demeaning, humiliating, torturous, and yet so sexy...
I more felt than heard him laughing along with the laugh track on TV,
slowly settling into the routine of gagging and suffocating on his
cock, struggling to lift my head up, pilling his dick partially out to
gasp for air, and than lowering my head back in discomfort, pressing
against his crotch and balls with my lips until I run out of air, and
struggling to lift my head again, all the while sliding my throat in
and out over his cock, stimulating him and keeping him hard... So
demeaning, yet so sexy for my twisted mind - my stiff little dickie,
sticking out of the cut-up swimsuit and pantyhose, rubbed uncomfortably
on the harsh motel linens, as I quietly suffered impaled on a
stranger's cock, slowly surrendering to my faith and accepting my
position as a masturbation device.
He was now on his third beer, and I was wandering, when he is going to
get up to go to the bathroom, slowly realizing that he does not have to
get up at all, and, confirming my realization, on my next dive on his
cock, he just held my head down fully impaled, and, suddenly, my throat
was filled with his acrid piss, flowing right into my stomach,
travelling up to my mouth and spilling out of the corners of my lips.
The awful taste and smell of it made me reel in humiliation and
disgust, yet my dickie did not get any softer, as he pressed my head
firmly into his crotch, his large penis fully inserted in my throat,
peeing right into my stomach...
I struggled to keep it all down while running out of air as he slowly
filled me up with his piss. Finally, as I was about to pass out, I felt
his grip on my head loosen and I was able to slide my slimy throat
halfway off his slightly softened penis, which instantly became as hard
as a rock as I slid it's bulbous head through my gagging throat.
Burning in shame, I had no choice but continue my humiliating task of
masturbating a total stranger with my throat in the shady motel room,
as he watched TV and drank beer...
I don't know how log it he kept it like that. If felt like forever. In
my shame, discomfort and humiliation, I completely lost the track of
time and all coherent thought, just suffering, loosing strength,
lifting my head less and less, loosing the battle between fatigue and
the need to breath... In my tortured, delirious state, I no longer
remembered the time before this; it seemed to me that I was always
struggling for breath, impaled on stranger's cock, straining to lift my
head to get a breath of air, feeling cock's head moving deep in my
throat, constantly gagging on it, feeling my stomach filling up with
his stinky urine, not being able to see, speak, protest, or even try to
avoid the torturous discomfort, and very, very horny... Suddenly, I
felt in the right place - I wanted to be here; I needed to be here,
cross-dressed, raped, abused, tortured, humiliated... With a new wave
of shame, I realized that I craved to be used as an object, a sex toy,
a masturbation sock, a cum dump, a urinal, now, that I know how it
really feels, not just fantasies, but the reality of being a sex slave,
I realized that I will not be able to give this up, I would always
crave cocks penetrating my bound, cross-dressed form, dumping their
filth in and on me, raping and torturing me... The thought of my
faith's acceptance flickered in my head as my mind was going blank and
my body giving up the struggle and getting limp, I felt my head lifted
off the cock and placed on the bed. Half conscious, I felt my wrists
disconnected from my ankles, and my limp body re-positioned to be bent
over the edge of the bed, my plugged ass lewdly presented for abuse, my
exhausted body having no strength left to offer any resistance to the
impending assault. Laying limp bend over the edge of the bed, I felt my
large glass plug being pulled out of my sore ass, than his strong hands
grabbed my hips as the head of his penis pushed into me.
Than he fucked me. He fucked me with abandon, deep and rough, grunting,
cussing, calling me names, slapping my ass, slamming into my limp body,
hours of constant stimulation spilled out into one furious act of
sexual domination... I just took it, limp, exhausted, barely able to
moan from his huge cock ravaging my ass, feeling especially ashamed for
not being able to offer any resistance, even though I was no longer
bound... He roughly flipped me over without even pulling out of me and
an, throwing my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my throat with both
hands and continuing to fuck me, now incredibly, torturously deep,
while his large, strong hands squeezed my throat, using my neck as a
handle so he can drive his hard cock deep into me, as my mind lost the
last shreds of self-control and I have completely disintegrated into a
choking, crying, moaning peace of thoughtless, suffering fuckmeat...
And than he came, violently, beautifully, came into the limp sissy's
body that he spent so many hours abusing, torturing, humiliating... And
in all my misery, I felt proud of being so desired, wanted, needed,
even if it is for abuse and humiliation, but still needed...
He finally came down, and, getting out and off of me, stuffed his used
condom in my ass along with the dozen or so other ones already in
there, and secured it with the plug. Then lifted my limp body and
placed it gently on the wet, filthy bed. Pulling the ring gag out of my
mouth made me cry as my sore jaws slowly closed. Keeping my blindfold
on, he covered me with a blanket and left.
I laid in the filthy bed, wet from cum, drool and piss, completely
exhausted, unable to move, feeling my consciousness slowly leaving me
as I drifted off to the exhausted sleep.
I woke up with the morning light, my whole body sore, for a moment not
understanding why the crusty bed sheets are stuck to my crusty body and
why I am laying in the wet, foul-smelling bed. Than, the events of the
previous night flooded my mind and my while body burned with shame,
except for my little dickie, which became painfully erect. I felt the
plug in my sore ass, remembering the cum-filled condoms that were still
slushing inside. My bladder screamed for release, even though it seems
like I peed myself in my sleep, and I got out of the stinky bed and
staggered to the bathroom on my fuck-me pumps, still strapped to my
feet, noticing my ruined swimsuit and pantyhose, which now exposed my
ass and crotch, and, gripping the plug with my ass, squeezed out some
of the urine through my raging hard-on.
I had no time to change, because I had to leave before the motel owners
discover the mess in my room, so I grabbed all my things, and throwing
over the my jacket, barely covering my exposed, filthy ass and crotch
with tiny, raging erection, noticed a folded piece of paper on the
floor by the door. Inside were a hundred dollar bill and a phone
number.
I stood in the doorway of the shady motel, dressed in wet, crusty
swimsuit and pantyhose with my crotch and ass exposed through the
tatters, wobbly on the tall stiletto heels, gripping the slippery butt
plug holding back the load of cum, piss and condoms slushing inside my
ass, looking at the money in my hand, realizing that now I am
officially a whore, a slut, a prostitute, paid for the sexual services,
taking, enjoying and craving the abuse and humiliation from total
strangers... my knees went weak, and I felt my stiff little dickie
spasm as cum just started squirting out in an unassisted sissygazm, and
I knew that I will be calling that phone number. I'll be calling it
very soon...
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