His Debt

Chapter 2

Jenny awoke to the sound of metal sliding on metal as the bolt securing the door was pulled back.  She had been lying on her belly throughout the night, but the sound startled her and made her roll over and curl up.  

Pain shook her as she accidentally rubbed the raw welts that ran up the back of her thighs and over her ass.  She moved to the corner of the room and pushed herself hard into it. She tried to make herself as small as possible as she felt the burning sensation of the welts covering her backside.

The door opened and Mr. Swartz stepped into the cramped room. “Get up,” he said gruffly. He took Jenny by the arm and raised her to her feet.  “Time to get you clean,” he said, leading her out.

They walked down the hallway and he guided her to a door on the left.  She opened the door and went in.  It was a modest sized bathroom with a shower.  Clean towels were on the countertop.

“You have twenty minutes,” he said, turning and exiting the room.

Jenny immediately went and turned on the shower.  When it was scolding hot, she got in and sank to the floor.  Tears flowed as the weight of her situation came to her.  She was an object now.  Because of Eric's gambling, she was now the property of a monster.  

She had never been used and abused like the night before and the trauma filled her as the hot water flowed over her naked body.  She knew the following days were going to be even worse.  She had to prepare herself for even more.  She had to make it through this.  

She convinced herself that she would shut herself down.  Put herself in a protected box within her.  A safe place the true Jenny would continue, while her body was used by these horrible people.  She just needed to push through these next twenty-three days and get back home.  Back to her life and her husband.

She took a steeling breath and picked herself up off the floor of the shower.  She didn't know how much time she had left, so she went through the motions of cleaning herself.  Methodically washing her hair, then her body.

The room was steamy when she turned the water off.  She stepped out and grabbed a clean towel from the countertop.  She was drying herself when Gabby walked into the bathroom.  She didn't knock.  Jenny froze, her mind conflicted.  Gabby had taken part in her entire ordeal.  She lubed up Jenny's ass and put cum in her mouth.

She had also been the one to kiss her sweetly each time she had transferred the cum to her.  Each kiss had been a violation, each kiss had been a moment of peace.  She didn't know how to respond.

Gabby didn't wait for Jenny to react, she walked over to her and looked her up and down.  “You look good,” she commented as she circled the startled woman.  Jenny had frozen in place.

“You need to put this on,” Gabby said as she handed a bundle of clothes to her, “and you need to hurry.  The boss wants to see you.”

Jenny looked down at the clothing in her hands.  It was all black and white lacy fabric.  It didn't feel very well made.  As she sorted the clothing, she realized what it was.  It was a cheap french maid's costume.  One they sold at sex stores or costume shops.  She looked at Gabby, then began to put on the costume.

The costume was ridiculous. The bodice pushed her generous tits up with her nipples showing over the top and the skirt didn't even cover her sex.  She put on the garters and the high heeled shoes.  When she stopped and looked in the mirror, she didn't recognize the woman looking back at her.  She had no makeup and her hair was barely brushed.  

“Good enough," Gabby said as took Jenny's arm and began to lead her back out of the bathroom and out into the warehouse.  Jenny was led to the same office door as last night.  Gabby lightly knocked on the door, then opened it.

Blake sat at his desk in a fresh suit, looking like he was well rested.  Six other men were sitting in chairs and sofas spread around the room.  Jenny did not recognize the six other men.  

He looked at Jenny with an approving and amused look.  He was enjoying seeing this once proud woman.  Standing in a ridiculous maids outfit will all her private parts exposed.

“Damn,” a man with a beard exclaimed, “You did a nice job on the legs.  They look sexy as fuck.”

“Mrs. Green,” Blake started, “Go to Mr. Johns and show him your marks.”

Jenny turned and walked toward the man.  With each step her face grew redder and humiliation built.  When she was a step away from the man, she turned quickly and exposed her back to him.  She jumped when she felt his hand caress the backs of her thighs.

“Not a single nick,” Mr. Johns admired.  He was rubbing his hand up and down the welts on the back of legs and ass.  He would rub his hand up one leg, caress her ass, then run it down the other leg.  The feeling of the unwanted hand sent chills up her spine.  She did her best to suppress the shutter.

“Mrs. Green,” Blake said after the man had finished his inspection of marking, “please make sure everyone has their coffee.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.  She looked over towards the cabinet that held all the awful equipment she had observed the night before.  Next to it was a small kitchen area and a pot of coffee.  She walked to it, feeling the eyes of the men follow her.

She first took the coffee to Blake, but his cup was full and he waved her away.  She then went to each of the men and filled their cups.  Several of the men took the opportunity to fondle her nearly naked body, pinch her nipples, smack her on the ass.  Many laughed and made crude remarks to her.  

She took it all in without reacting, this is what she must do.  She had to take this abuse or there would be consequences.  She knew that this man, Blake, was dangerous.  He wouldn't hesitate to kill her or Eric.

“Are you done, yet?” Blake asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.

“Good,” he said, standing and walking to the front of his desk. “Now come here and kneel down before my desk, facing forward.”

Jenny put the coffee pot away and walked to the center of the desk's front.  She turned and faced the men arrayed around her and knelt on the floor.

“Spread your knees wide and put your hands behind your head.”

Jenny shifted her weight and spread her knees as wide as she could, then raised her arms and intertwined her fingers behind her head.  Her face burned with shame as she watched the men each stare at her exposed body.  Kneeling like this they had a full view of her body.

Blake returned to his chair and looked at the men, “Now let's go over the numbers,” and he proceeded to lead a meeting about his criminal businesses, while Jenny knelt.  She was exposing her most vulnerable parts, and these men were now treating her like she was furniture or an interesting art piece.

Jenny continued to serve during the meeting.  Every so often, one of the men would look at her and raise his coffee cup.  She would raise onto her high heeled shoes and go get the coffee to refill the man’s mug.  She would then return to her position at the front of the desk.

The men discussed the daily operations of their businesses, treating Jenny as if she wasn’t there.  Occasionally she would see one of the men staring at her, but it was usually short lived.

How could people treat people like this, she thought to herself.  I am being forced to expose myself to strangers and they are accepting it like it was nothing.  She was a person, and they were treating her like she is Blake’s pet.  The humiliation was worse when she was serving the men.  They would say things like, “Good Girl,” to her like she was a prized Golden Retriever.

The meeting felt like hours to Jenny.  Her knees were killing her and she had all her weight resting on the welts she had received last night.  The muscles in her arms were burning from holding the uncomfortable position.

“Gentlemen,” Blake spoke, standing up.  The other men all rose to their feet. “I’m happy with the progress. We will talk more, again.”

The men left, walking past the kneeling woman.  Looking at her like predators.  These were hard men, men that hurt people.  She trembled as they passed.  Blake waited for the last man to leave before he walked to Jenny.  

“You’ve done well whore,” Blake said, bending down and stroking her cheek with his hand.  He saw her, almost imperceptible, pull away.  Fearing his touch.  “I expected for you to move so I had an excuse to punish you, but you didn’t move.  I am impressed.”  His hand is still caressing her cheek.

Suddenly, Blake grabbed Jenny by the hair and pulled her face close to his own.  His lips to her ear he said, “I don’t need a reason to punish you.” He spoke into her ear. “You belong to me and I will do anything I want.  Isn’t that right Cumdump?”

Jenny was breathing deeply, her heart racing.  She had been feeling gratitude for the praise, now terror as this man grabbed her and forced his words into her head.

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny said, her heart racing.  Her feelings were confusing. How could she have felt gratitude?  This monster was abusing her, but she felt submissive for a couple words of praise.    

“Get under my desk, whore,” Blake commanded.  Jenny lowered her arms, she felt them tingle as blood flowed back into them. She then moved to the backside of the desk.  Then she backed herself under the large desk.

She saw Blake’s pants and underwear fall to the ground and him sitting in his chair.  He rolled the chair forward. The chair had a hinge that would drop the front part of the seat.  When he pressed the release, the chair transformed and now provided access for a head to reach a cock.

Blake spread his legs widely and rolled up till she was nestled between them.  He looked at her and said, “You are now a cock sleeve. You will hold my cock in your mouth, but you are to do nothing.” He reached under the desk and took Jenny’s head and guided it to his cock.  He wasn’t fully hard, but felt like he was filling her.

And just like that, Jenny was a cock sleeve.  She didn’t dare move.  She tried to stay as still as possible.  Blake would move sometimes, but he mostly typed on his computer or made phone calls.  Jenny was just an object to warm this monster’s cock.  

When he wanted to he would reach down and move her head back and forth several times, then stop. Only to start again, several moments later.  She tried to remain still.  She didn’t want to upset Blake.  

He held their fate in his hands.  She had to please him to pay off the $23,000 dollar debt.  If she failed to please him, he would punish her or Eric, or worse.  Blake definitely had blood on his hands and she was terrified of him.  She had to make herself want to please him.  So she did exactly what she was told to do.

She remained on her knees for hours with Blake’s cock in her mouth before she heard Blake use the intercom to call Gabby in.  She came through the door again and asked, “Yes, Sir?”

“Take this cock sleeve upstairs and get her ready for tonight.”  Blake spoke as he backed away from the desk.  Jenny crawled from underneath the desk and met Gabby.  Together they left the office and went into a dressing room.