You can find chapters 1-7 on this blog:
Chapter 1: Belinda's Father Sells her to a Brothel
Chapter 2: Belinda Stands Strong
Chapter 3: Belinda Discusses Virginity
Chapter 4: Slavegirl Belinda Gets a Massage
Chapter 5: Belinda is Publicly Molested Until She Has Her First Orgasm
Chapter 6: Sex Slave Belinda Loses Her Virginity
Chapter 7: Sex Slave Belinda is Prepared for Anal Sex
And now back to our story:
CHAPTER 8: SEX SLAVE BELINDA’S FIRST ANAL
CHAPTER 8: SEX SLAVE BELINDA’S FIRST ANAL
Kaylee led me to the stage. The grand ballroom was more crowded and louder than it had been the night before. Many of the men were laughing boisterously. Most barely stepped out of our way as we threaded our way through them, although some stared openly at me. I shivered.
Vincenzo was waiting for me on the stage. He took my hand, and my body remembered that he had almost made me come just a few minutes ago. His green eyes glittered at me in a way that let me know he was remembering as well. “Hello, Sir,” I said. He gave me a half smile and brought me over to the posts where I had been displayed the night before. “Wait!” I said, pulling back. “No one showed me how to get out of the cuffs. You told me someone would show me today!”
“I’m sorry,” Vincenzo said. “I forgot.” This seemed like a stunning admission. Vincenzo, the boy wonder, had apologized to me. “Will you be okay?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m scared about tonight.” I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
“You were a star last night, Belinda,” Vincenzo said. “That’s why this crowd is here tonight. To see you.”
“But they’re different from last night.” I gestured to the men gathered below us. “Tonight they all seem like drunk frat boys trying to prove how macho they are.”
Vincenzo hadn’t let go of my hand. “They’re not drunk,” he said. “Two drink maximum here and no drugs. No one will hurt you on the stage. And after that – well, you decide who you go with.”
“I have to go with whoever makes me come,” I argued.
“You control that, Belinda,” Vincenzo said. “Last night how many men pawed at you before Avery came along? He was who you wanted, and you gave yourself to him.”
“Because he gave me water,” I remembered. “Like I was a person, not a rag doll.”
I looked out into the crowd again. A couple of men close to the stage chest bumped each other, then punched each other in the arms and snickeried. Watching them, a realization struck me: they were posturing for each other. They were nervous. Knowing that let me find my own calm. I didn’t protest any more as Vincenzo cuffed my wrists and ankles to the poles, spreading me open. Like the night before, I could not hide my face, my breasts, or my pussy from anyone in the crowd. “You okay, Belinda?” Vincenzo asked.
I nodded. “Yes, I’m okay.”
“Yes, I’m okay, Sir,” Vincenzo said, but he smiled as he said it.
“Yes, I’m okay, Sir.”
Vincenzo squeezed my arm before he turned away to call the first winners of the lottery. I tried to notice each man as he approached me, to decide if he was the one I wanted to go back to the room with. At the same time I tried not to think about what would happen in that room, that I would be anally penetrated – buttfucked.
The winner of the first ticket was a handsome middle-aged white guy with kind eyes, but he mauled me like the worst of the men the night before, leaving me sore and annoyed. Three frat boys came after that in succession, more interested in mugging for their friends than in me or my body. I was growing afraid that tonight would go the same as last night, that I would be ready to drop from exhaustion before I came. I wondered if I had the skill to fake it. Would Vincenzo know? I was sure that he would.
I remembered what Avery had said to me, that during sex I could imagine anyone inside my head. Should it be him that I think of? But before I could fully picture him, the next man pinched my nipples, hard. He smirked at me as my eyes watered. I looked around for Vincenzo, but he was talking to a waitress, pointing out something in the crowd to her. “Eyes on me,” the man said. As I looked at him he twisted my nipples. I was afraid he would tear them off. He leaned in so he was speaking in my ear. “You can beg me to stop,” he said.
“Please, you’re hurting me, stop,” I cried out.
“No.” He continued mauling my breasts. Vincenzo approached and seemed to be considering whether to intervene, but after watching for a moment he took a half step back. I calmed down, knowing that if I were in any danger of real harm Vincenzo would put a stop to it. When I realized that, the pain somehow mixed with pleasure. “I told you to look at me, slut,” the man said. I returned my eyes to him. More pleasure. He moved the fingers of one hand down my torso, the other hand continuing to pinch my nipple. And then he was touching my crotch, my slit, my clit. He circled just so. I had been so well prepared earlier, by Erik, by Vincenzo, that it didn’t take much to bring me to the verge of coming. I felt a rushing, in my pussy, in my head. But I didn’t want to, not for this man. I wanted to close my legs to him, but I couldn’t. I fought to hold off.
Vincenzo called time. The man pulled his hands away, and winked at me.
Vincenzo called the next numbers as I was still trying to catch my breath. There was a pause, and then another frat boy came up. His friends jeered at him. He had red hair and pale, pale skin and freckles, and he looked like he might be about to throw up. He seemed like he was barely old enough to be here. “Go on, you coward!” someone yelled from the crowd.
He stood directly in front of me. “Um, hi,” he said. Then he just stood there, his arms dangling at his side. .
“Touch her!” someone screamed from the crowd. “Show her who's boss.”
He blushed. “I’m sorry about those idiots,” he said. “I guess I’m supposed to – um –” He looked at a loss for words.
I made a choice. “If you put your index finger on my clit and kind of saw it up and down, you’ll make me come,” I said.
He blushed even more, but he did as I suggested. Oh god, it felt good. “You’re so wet,” he said, sounding shocked. His friends, the idiots, were screaming.
“A little more pressure,” I told him. I wriggled to get the angle just right, and then he hit the spot. “Yes,” I said, “just like that. Don’t stop.” I couldn’t help moving my hips up and down to his rhythm. So, so good. I was going to come for him. I wanted to. I wanted to. I wanted to. Then the wave overtook me. I made a noise between a moan and a shriek as I spasmed on his finger. He looked terrified but kept going until I sagged away from him.
The next thing I knew Vincenzo was untying me. “What’s your name, kid?” In my post-orgasmic daze I couldn’t process why he would ask me that.
“I’m Liam. Liam OConnor. With Gamma Gamma Beta.” Oh, Vincenzo wasn’t talking to me.
“Well, Liam O’Connor, with Gamma Gamma Beta, is this your first time here?” Liam nodded. He looked like he might pass out. I put my hand on his arm, trying to calm him down even as my legs were still wobbly from my orgasm. “Let’s just make sure you understand the rules,” Vincenzo said. Liam nodded again. “You won a night with Belinda here, and you get to be the first person to have anal sex with her.” Liam’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “But you don’t get to hurt her. You understand that?” Liam nodded again. “Because if you do, you get hurt. We track you down and we inflict pain on you like you’ve never imagined.”
Liam’s face had gone from pale to green, and I could see his knees knocking. Vincenzo reached into this pocket, pulled out a plastic bottle, and handed it to Liam. “This is lube. There’s more in the room. I expect that you’ll use as much of it as she needs.” Liam dropped the bottle. I picked it up.
“We’ll use it, and he won’t hurt me.” I tried to smile reassuringly at Liam but he wouldn’t even look at me. “Can you give me the room key?” I asked Vincenzo.
“Sir,” Vincenzo said.
“Can you give me the room key, Sir?” I said, working hard not to roll my eyes. Vincenzo handed it to me, and I led Liam out of the ballroom. He followed me docilely. His friends were yelling obscenities at him. He didn’t look at them.
I found the room number on the key and brought Liam to the elevator. He didn’t say anything on the ride, or in the hallway. We went into the room and I closed the door behind us. Liam sat down on the bed with an oomph. He put his head in his hands for a minute. Then he looked up and said, “Should I get undressed?” It was strange for me to realize that I knew more about what to do than he did.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I said. “You get that,right? It’s up to you.” I glanced at the camera in the corner of the room, wondering if I would get in trouble if Liam didn’t end up buttfucking me that night. “Or, we can do whatever you want. You won me.”
“I’m not a virgin or anything,” Liam said almost belligerently. .
“Okay, Sir. Do you want to buttfuck me?” I asked. Liam nodded. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?” He nodded again. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Then he turned his back to me, kicked off his shoes and socks, and pulled off his pants and briefs. He turned to face me. His hard cock was smaller than Avery’s, which was a relief. He picked up his pants, grabbed the lube from the pocket, and then dumped them back on the floor.
“I guess get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he said. I obeyed him, wondering if he could make this work. Or was that my job? He rubbed the lube around my asshole, just as Erik had done, and then pushed some inside with his finger. It didn’t hurt but it also didn’t feel good.
The next thing I knew, something much larger than Liam’s finger was inside me. It did hurt, but before I could register that, he gave a strangled moan. And then it was over. Liam pulled out and wetness dripped down from my butt. Liam flopped on the bed next to me, his eyes closed. He lay like that for a couple of minutes. He finally opened his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked. He sounded scared.
I had to force myself not to laugh. “No, I’m okay,” I said. “Do you want to do anything else?”
“Can we?”
“We have all night. We can do whatever you want.”
“Except hurt you.”
I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid that if I did he would melt into a puddle. “I can give you a massage, if you like,” I offered. I wouldn’t have Ricky’s skill, or even Erik’s, but I thought maybe I could bring him some pleasure. “I just need to wash up first.”
“Okay,” he said. He lay on his stomach on the bed. I went to the bathroom and took a very quick shower, glad to was the gross off me. When I came back to the bed, Liam had not moved. He was snoring softly. I looked at the camera, not sure what to do. Finally, I covered him with a blanket and crawled into bed next to him. I wished I had a book I thought about taking another, longer shower but I didn’t want Liam to wake up and find me gone. So I closed my eyes, figuring I would rest for a couple of minutes until Liam got his second wind.
I awoke to a knock at the door. Liam was still asleep next to me. Kaylee came in, carrying a coffee tray. Liam sat up. “What time is it?” he asked.
“It’s 7 AM, Sir,” Kaylee said. I was surprised by the humble, respectful tone in her voice. “Your friends sent a message that they’re ready to go. They want to know if you want to come with them or stay longer. You can have the room for another couple hours if you want it.”
“Do they know that?” Liam asked.
“No, Sir,” Kaylee said. She didn’t look at me. I suspected if she did she would burst out laughing.
Liam stood up and grabbed his pants off the floor. He got dressed quickly, ran his hands through his hair, gulped some black coffee, and headed for the door. Then he stopped and turned back to me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, Sir,” I said. He walked out the door and started to head in the direction away from the elevator. He turned back, his face a hot red. “I can bring you to the lobby if you like, Sir,” I said. He nodded.
Kaylee made a sound that could have been a cough or a laugh. I ignored her and led Liam to the elevator. When we came to the lobby, a pack of Liam’s friends – the idiots, he had called them – were yelling. Had they ever stopped? Or had they made this kind of noise all night? Liam walked over to them, his face still red. One of the frat boys saw me. “Hey, Liam, did you find the right hole?” he screamed. He turned to me, lowering his voice only slightly. “You must be unsatisfied. Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you what a real man can do.” He grabbed his crotch. Vincenzo appeared at my side, looking annoyed.
I took a deep breath and hurried to catch up to Liam. “Sir,” said. He didn’t hear me. “Sir,” said again, more loudly this time. He turned. “Thank you for being firm with me. You knew what I needed even though I didn’t.” The frat boys broke out into cheers and whistles. A couple of them slapped Liam on the back. Vincenzo grinned at me, amusement mixed with respect in his eyes.
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