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Birth of the Rubber Queen
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Copyright 1995, Buzz /\/\/
BIRTH OF THE RUBBER QUEEN
It's funny to think that it all began just a little more
than two days ago. So much has changed since then...
I was in Los Angeles for a conference and a speaking
engagement and I had just arrived at the hotel from the
airport. My business commonly finds me in different
locations throughout the week, and this week was no
exception. I carried my luggage to the front desk and
proceeded to check-in. My mind was wandering to the wide
assortment of lingerie that I had picked up at a specialty
store in Chicago earlier that week. Being a closet
crossdresser with a wife that doesn't quite understand, I
was looking forward to the chance of indulging my fantasies
within the privacy of my hotel room.
As I finished signing my credit card voucher the manager
rang a small bell that sat upon the counter. Not a moment
passed before a young bellman approached to assist with my
luggage. As I grabbed my overnight bag, he lifted my other
two suitcases and turned toward the elevator. Disaster
struck seconds later as the bellman, rushing to catch the
elevator before it closed, slammed one of my bags into a low
coffee table. The clasp popped open, and a large assortment
of garter belts, corsets, dildos, and other miscellaneous
items fell to the floor.
I rushed over and scooped the items back into my
suitcase, slamming it shut as quickly as possible. As I
glanced up I noticed the bellman and the manager exchange a
curious look with one another. I mumbled some
unintelligible explanation and then continued to the
elevator. The doors had already closed by the time that I
got there, and so I spent the next few minutes closely
inspecting my shoes.
I was so relieved when I finally found myself in my room
that I let out an audible sigh. I tipped the bellman, and
then found myself thankfully alone.
I was so shaken by what had happened down in the lobby
that I poured myself a rather large glass of the
complementary Champaign and slammed it down. I poured
myself another and then headed off to the bathtub to relax
for a while.
As I lay in the warm water, my anxiety seemed to fade
away. Thinking of my special care package in the other
room, I began to idly stroke my cock. It wasn't long before
I found myself in a state of complete arousal. I debated
bringing myself off right then and there, but decided
instead upon taking my time with a more leisurely activity.
I got up out of the tub and, still dripping, walked into
the other room. I opened my special bag and removed my
shaving kit. Thinking that my wife would surely guess the
nature of my activities, I walked back into the bathroom,
climbed once again into the tub, and proceeded to remove
every trace of my body hair with the exception of a small
patch above my erect penis. I paused throughout this
operation in order to rub my nipples and stroke myself. By
the time I was finished I was so excited that I almost shot
my load into the warm soapy water.
I got out of the tub after rinsing off and then I
toweled my hairless body dry. Then, walking back into the
bedroom, I proceeded to make my selection of the evening's
playwear. I first pulled out my favorite pink satin corset
and guided it to it's place around my abdomen. I next
selected my matching garter belt and panties. Pulling out a
pair of seamed stockings and my five inch heels, I slipped
both onto my naked legs. I stood up so that I could attach
the garters to my stockings, and then walked over to the
mirror.
I loved to see myself dressed this way, and as I slowly
turned around before the mirror, my cock poked its head out
of the top of my panties. I saw a glistening drop of pre-
cum resting on the tip of my member. I reached down an
gently lifted it to my tongue. The slightly salty taste
really got me off. I returned to my luggage and finished
dressing as quickly as I could.
When I finished dressing my complete outfit included a
very short, pink, strapless cocktail dress and matching
shoulder length gloves. In addition, I wore a matching
satin choker and a long blond wig with a pink bow tied in
it. Finally, I picked up my sequined evening bag and headed
toward the bed.
Being far too afraid to venture out in public, I headed
toward my bed intending to finish my pleasures reclined.
First, I sat down and opened my purse. I removed a pair of
Velcro straps, a tube of jelly, and a nine inch vibrator
from within and then positioned myself squarely on the
center of the bed. I spread my legs and massaged the
vibrator around my ass and cock. Rubbing a little jelly
around my tight brown hole, I took the vibrating penis and
pressed it deep into my waiting ass. My left hand was
rubbing my nipples as my right hand worked the vibrator in
and out of my behind with quicker and quicker thrusts. More
drops of cum appeared on the tip of my cock, only to be
scooped off and rubbed onto my waiting tongue and face.
I closed my legs, holding the vibrator clinched within
my ass and reached for the Velcro straps. First wrapping
them around the bedposts, and then slipping my wrists
through the resulting holes, I pulled the straps tight with
my teeth. I wasn't really worried about doing this because
previous experience had shown me that after ten minutes of
working the straps with my teeth I would be able to release
myself. I then started in on one of my favorite fantasy
activities.
I lifted both of my legs straight into the air and then
flipped them over my head until my spiked heels rested
against the wall. Positioned as such, I was able to place
about two inches of my erect cock into my own mouth.
Getting it there took a bit of effort, and keeping it there
took even more, but when I was finished maneuvering I found
myself in the wonderful situation of both giving and
receiving a blowjob, all while a nine inch cock shook away
inside of my tight ass. This activity had sent a great
amount of seed shooting down my throat in the past, and I
knew that tonight was to be no exception. I loved to
maintain this position, licking and sucking myself for as
long as possible before cumming. More of my salty fluid
dripped into my mouth as I rocked my hips back and forth.
After a few minutes I heard a sudden and unexpected
noise from across the room. Unable to free myself, and even
unable to remove my throbbing cock from my hungry mouth with
any great speed, I looked around my upthrust ass, in horror,
only to see the door to my room swing open. The hotel
manager and then the bellman both stepped into my room and
then quickly shut the door.
"I told you so!", exclaimed the bellman.
"Get over there and hold him!", replied the manager.
Next I found the bellman beside me. He placed his hands on
my ankles and held them in place before I was able to
extract my rigid penis from my mouth. A look of shocked
terror crossed my face as I realized the awkward nature of
my predicament.
The manager moved across the room, opposite the bellman.
"Hide your face!", he told the bellman. He then reached
into his coat pocket and produced a small disposable camera.
Indifferent to my struggles, he began to take a number of
photos of my unusual method of self-gratification. The
bellman reached around and grabbed the end of the vibrator,
pulling and pushing it into my ass. Although I was
mortified by what was going on, his further stimulation of
my behind caused me to unload a huge blast of cum into my
waiting mouth. I was able to capture most of it in my
mouth, but in all of my twitching and bucking, my cock
sprang free and sent ribbons of hot cum across my face. To
this activity the manager expended his remaining photos.
I was held in my inverted position as the manager walked
over to me. When he realized that I was holding most of my
load in my mouth, he told me to swallow it. Normally I
would have enjoyed doing so, but I wasn't about to give this
bastard any more satisfaction than he had already had. When
he noticed my inaction, he reached down and pinched my nose
shut. I struggled, but after a moment my need to breath
forced me to gulp down my semen and gasp for a breath.
"That's much better.", he told me.
The manager then proceeded to hand the camera over to
the bellman, and then take over control of my legs. The
bellman stood up and headed for the door to the outside
hallway. As he left, the manager told him to get back
quick.
Left alone with this monster, I began to worry about
what was in store for me next. I wasn't left in the dark
for long.
"When we saw the contents of your suitcase, we knew that
you would be just the kind of person that we were interested
in. In a moment, I'm going to let you up. You are going to
be very nice to me and do all that I tell you to. If you
cause me any trouble whatsoever, those pretty pictures will
find themselves in the conference packet of every person in
attendance. Do you understand me?"
What could I do? I was so scared that I couldn't think
straight.
"Yes, I understand.", I replied in a quavering voice.
"Yes, Master! That is how you will respond to me from
now on! When I untie you, you will kneel on the floor
before me. Remember the photos before you try anything
funny, you little slut!"
I couldn't believe my own ears as I replied, "Yes,
Master."
He then lowered my legs to the bed and untied my arms
from the bedposts. I crawled off of the mattress, and knelt
before him on the floor. My legs and arms ached from their
earlier captivity, and I was completely ashamed of what was
taking place in my own hotel room.
He stood up, and slowly walked around me.
"Very nice outfit, slut! It should serve our purposes
well."
I turned my head to follow him but he promptly commanded
me to face forward. He circled me twice more and then
returned to the bed.
"Slut, I want you to open my fly with your teeth. After
you are finished, you are to place my cock in your mouth and
suck me as if this were your last meal. If you spill even
one drop of my cum, you will be severely punished!"
I knew that I was in no position to refuse him, but I
had never sucked another man's cock before, and I was
horrified at doing so now. When he once again reminded me
of the photos, I found myself crawling toward his spread
legs. I reached toward his fly with my mouth, and began
working it open. He placed his hands around my head as I
freed his stiff member, and not allowing me even a moments
hesitation, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. As I had
only been able to place the first two inches of my own penis
into my mouth I wasn't prepared to have his full eight
thrust deep down my neck. I gagged only once, but he never
stopped plunging his meat into me. He would pull his cock
out of my mouth until just his little slit rested against my
lips. Then he would slowly push its full length past my
tongue and down my waiting throat. His balls brushed
against my chin before he finally reversed direction and
slowly pulled out again. He continued to repeat this
motion, increasing his speed with each stoke until his balls
literally slapped my chin.
As he was fucking my mouth, I heard the door open once
again. I tried to turn my head in order to see who had come
in, but the manager wouldn't let go of my head. He
continued to impale my face with his cock, as he asked the
visitor how he liked the view of his "little bitch" sucking
him off. I was shocked to hear two voices reply. One of
these was the bellman, and the other belonged to a woman.
"It looks like he sucks cock like a pro!", the woman
commented.
The bellman walked over to the two of us and said, "I
want a piece of that ass!", after which I felt his hands
slip my panties down around my knees. The next thing I knew
was the feeling of his stiff penis pressed against my just
recently vacated asshole. With one steady thrust he pushed
his cock deep into my ass. I felt his balls touch mine, as
he pressed its huge length farther and farther up my ass.
In time with the managers frenzied motions, the bellman
proceeded to ream my asshole.
They each continued to fuck me front and back, while the
unseen woman cheered them on with encouraging comments.
"Fuck his face! Fill his ass with your cum!", she shouted.
These comments and the sight of the bellman pumping into my
ass must have been too much for the manager. I felt him
tense up within my mouth, and with his next thrust he
unloaded streams of hot, sticky cum into my mouth. He held
my head firmly in his hands as he plunged his cock in and
out of my mouth. Remembering his command to swallow every
drop of his cum, I tried to gulp down each spurt of his
fluid. As he pushed and pulled his dick into my face the
bellman started to thrust into my ass with abandon. During
one of these thrusts, I lost hold of the managers cock with
my lips, and he shot the last of his stream in my hair and
on my face.
The manager maintained his grip around my head, as his
cock twitched before my eyes. The bellman, sent over the
edge by the sight of his boss shooting loads of cum across
my face, nearly lifted me off of the floor with his wild
thrusts. I felt his hands grip my waist as he bucked his
cock in and out of my tight little ass. His member tensed
inside of me and in moments I felt his jism filling my
rectum in spurt after spurt. In his excitement, he pushed
me forward so hard that I fell into the crotch of the
manager sitting before me. As his orgasm subsided, he
collapsed on top of my back.
The bellman's cock slowly deflated, and as he slipped
his cock out of my ass the load of cum recently deposited up
my bung promptly spilled down my leg. As a large dollop
dripped to the floor, the woman broke out in gales of
laughter.
"Oh, look! He's leaking cum out both ends! He's on a
cum period!"
She walked over to me, still laughing. She was a very
beautiful woman, and I remembered seeing her at the
concierge's desk as I entered the hotel. Opening the purse
that hung on her shoulder, she pulled out a small package.
After removing the paper cover, she showed me a tampon.
"Extra absorbency! It looks like you'll need it!", she
howled.
She bent over my behind and pushed the applicator into
my dripping ass. I felt her push the plunger, and the next
thing I knew, I had a little white string hanging out of my
ass.
"Shit, you guys sure made a mess of this little whore.
We better get her cleaned up before the party."
"We had to try her out first.", replied the manager,
with a grin on his face. "You wouldn't want us passing off
bad merchandise!"
These last words sent a chill down my spine. "What are
you going to do to me?!?" I shouted.
"Don't speak unless you are spoken to, whore! You
didn't swallow all of my cum, and you made a mess of the
carpet! You need punished!" The manager got up from the
bed and walked over to a rather large cart that the other
two had brought in with them. "Clean this slut up. Do it
quick... We've only got about a half hour" With that, he
started removing items from the cart and laying them on the
bed. I didn't have a chance to see what they were, as the
other two were hustling me into the bathroom.
The woman push me into the shower turned on the water.
Icy cold, the shower soaked my clothes in a minute.
Drenched thought I was, I was glad to clean myself from my
ordeal. Next, she told me to strip. I dropped each item
into the tub as I undressed. When I was finished she turned
off the water and handed me a towel. Shivering from the
cold, I dried off as quick as possible. Naked, she then led
me back into the other room.
Laid out on the bed, I was surprised to find a rather
large collection of shiny, black rubber garments.
Everything was there. I stood gape-jawed as the woman
started sprinkling baby powder all over my body. Next she
picked a rubber garter belt out of the pile, and strapped it
around my waist. I was then instructed to step into a pair
of latex stockings that reached all the way up my thighs.
She attached the garters, and then pulled a pair of rubber
hot pants up around my hips. The rubber felt very odd to my
skin, and it bound my genitals completely. The hot pants
had an extra hole positioned directly over my asshole
through which the tampon's string dangled freely. Next, she
retrieved a full length corset made out of very heavy PVC.
This she wrapped around my chest and stomach and began to
lace. The corset grew tighter and tighter. I was about to
break the rule of silence when she finally relented. She
then rolled a pair of latex gloves all the way up my arms.
I was getting very warm in this get-up, but she wasn't
finished yet.
She sat me down upon the bed and pulled up a chair. She
reached into her purse and pulled out a small compact.
Humming to herself, she began to coat my eyelids with
makeup. Next came my cheeks. Finally, she produced a tube
of bright red lipstick, and covered my lips with its waxy
contents. She turned me toward the mirror only to show me
the face of a sideshow hooker staring back at me.
"I hate to cover up such a nice job, but..." she
commented. She then took another item off of the bed and
showed it to me. It was a hood with holes for the eyes,
nose, and mouth. It laced up the back, and seemed to be
studded with snaps here and there. She lifted it over my
face, and tied it tightly around my head. She told me to
stand up, and then turn around for her. She smiled at her
handiwork.
As I turned around, I saw the manager and the bellman
assembling an odd contraption from tubes of aluminum
produced from within the cart.
The concierge wasn't finished with me yet, and told me
to face her. Standing before her I watched as she lifted
the final two items from off of the bed. One was a very
short, yet very full mini-skirt that she instructed me to
step into. The other was a short jacket with long sleeves,
that hung open in front. "Where are the boots?", she asked
the manager. He reached into the cart and tossed them to
her. She told me to step into them, and then zipped them
clear up to my thighs. They came equipped with five inch
heels, and for once I was lucky, having had plenty of
practice walking in such tall footwear.
I stole a glance at the mirror. My eyes, mouth, and a
small area of my neck were the only flesh that remained
visible. My lips and eyes nearly glowed from their
application of makeup. I didn't have much time to rest,
thought, and soon she told me to go over to the men. I
started to walk that way when her leg lashed out and caught
me around the ankle. I fell the floor with loud thud.
"Crawl, you worm!", she snarled at me.
I lifted myself up, and crawled to the other two. They
had just finished assembling their device. It looked like a
sawhorse with a wide, flat cross support and one side taller
than the other. The whole thing rested on a wheeled
platform. The men ordered me to stand on the edge of the
platform beside the tallest support, and then to lean across
the length of the cross support. In this position, my arms
dangled down toward the floor and my ass jutted up and out
behind me.
The bellman next produced an assortment of rubber
straps, which he quickly used to bind my arms and legs to
the upright supports. The woman told the other two to hurry
up, as I found myself once again tied in place. This time,
I knew that I wouldn't be able to free myself with any
amount of effort.
The three of them started to clean up the remainder of
their tools and supplies, and load them into the cart. The
manager grabbed the sheet off of the bed and spread it out
over the top of me. Following this, the woman opened the
door, the manager pushed the cart out of the room, and the
bellman pushed me, cart and all, out right after them.
As I felt myself being wheeled down the hall, I heard
the manager whisper down to me, reminding me of the photos,
and to keep my mouth shut. I felt them push me into a
waiting elevator, and then I heard someone fumbling with
their keys. After a moment the elevator started, and I felt
the car begin to rise.
Rise? I had assumed that they were going to take me
somewhere outside of the hotel. My room was on the eighth
floor out of fourteen. I realized that we must be going
somewhere else in the hotel. This whole ordeal had left me
in a state of shock, and I could barely think any longer,
let alone guess what was happening to me.
After a moment we stopped and the doors opened. The
cart once again started its way down the hall, only to stop
again after traveling a few dozen feet. A door opened and I
could tell that I was being wheeled into another room.
One of my captors removed the sheet from over me as
another shut the door behind us. I found myself in the
living room of a very large suite. The woman removed a
large sheet of plastic from the cart and spread it out over
the floor. The two men lifted me, sawhorse and all, from
off of the cart. They proceeded to carry me over to the
plastic, while the woman further rummaged in the cart. The
frame that I was strapped to was set squarely in the center
of the plastic, and the woman approached me with a handful
of items.
She first attached a few straps to the snaps on the
hood. Next, she pulled my head back, and attached the
straps to the back of the frame. In this manner my head was
forced up and forward. I couldn't move an inch side to
side, and I could barely even keep my mouth shut. She
remedied this problem fast enough, though, as she next
wrapped a gag-like device around my mouth and attached it to
the back of my head. This device differed from a gag in
that it had two plastic plates that fit over my upper and
lower teeth. When she turned a small thumbscrew, my mouth
was forced open so far that I thought my jaw would split.
As she was doing all of this, I felt a tug from behind me,
and then I felt the tampon being pulled out of my ass. I
was left empty for only a moment before a very large, cold
dildo was shoved deep into my butt.
The three of them stood before me, admiring their work.
"We better hurry, it's almost time.", the manager
commented.
"Do I have time for one more ride?", asked the bellman.
"You can do that later. They'll be here any second.
You can have your fun after they have left."
The bellman sounded disappointed. "They're always so
sticky and messy afterwards..."
I was horrified about what was to come.
The three of them turned to leave, and I tried to shout
for help. I failed miserably, and all that came out was a
muffled "Ugh, mmph, hoelp!"
"I almost forgot!", the woman exclaimed. She turned
back to me, and proceeded to wrap a black rubber blindfold
around my eyes. Before she left, she flipped a switch on
the dildo resting snugly up my ass, and it began to shake
and vibrate mightily.
Left alone, I began to assess my situation. I found it
totally helpless.
BIRTH OF THE RUBBER QUEEN (part 2)
Now, just forty-eight hours later, my situation is still
desperate, but now I find it much less helpless.
You see, shortly after my three captors left me alone in
that hotel room, I heard the door open. As my new visitors
entered, laughter was followed by the murmur of excitement
coming from at least half a dozen people. I heard one of
them, a man from the sound of his voice, remind to others to
watch their voices as I could still hear them speak.
Another individual called out dibbs on my ass, while a third
claimed my mouth. The first told them both that it was his
birthday, and he was going to take first pick.
I felt someone take a hold of my bound head, and thrust
a stiff cock into my open mouth. Not a second later,
another forcefully yanked the huge dildo out of my ass.
That same person, or perhaps another, lifted my skirt and
grabbed my hips, plunging a massive dick into my butthole.
The rest of the evening blurred into a state of
confusion, as I was violated in a hundred different ways by
as many people. Throughout the evening, more and more
people arrived, and it seemed that each took a turn with me.
Both men and women touched, fondled, grabbed, and penetrated
me in every possible way. At one point, a stream of urine
was directed down my throat, while simultaneously another
man pissed up my ass. This only joined the quarts of cum
that had already found their way into my body.
People would wander into the other rooms, only to return
later to one of my empty orifices. I could hear the sounds
of laughter, talking, and music coming from the rest of the
suite, and occasionally I would smell the aroma of burning
hemp.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, people
began to leave one by one. Some of them took a parting shot
at me, while others just left me in peace. I thought that I
was alone, finally, when one last person came up to me. I
felt a dick plunged into my mouth. Although it was hard, I
could tell that it had been well used that night. After a
few strokes, a small squirt of semen pelted the back of my
mouth. He removed his cock from my mouth, and then removed
the gag from around my head.
In a classic New England drawl he said, "Thanks for the
great birthday present!", and then leaned down and kissed
me, letting his tongue wander around my mouth just as freely
as his cock had moments ago.
I can't explain why, but that kiss was the most
humiliating penetration that I had received during this
whole ordeal.
In that moment, I knew that some day, some how, I would
get my revenge.
After he left me, I must have dozed for a while. I was
harshly shook awake what seemed like only seconds later, by
the hands of the original three. The manager thanked me for
a job well done, while the bellman and the concierge untied
me. I guess that the bellman decided that I was too messy
for even his tastes, because I wasn't accosted further.
The woman removed the straps from the hood, freeing my
head, and then led me into the bathroom. She once again
sprayed me off, clothes and all. Still dressed, she toweled
off my rubber attire, and led me back into the other room.
The two men were disassembling the frame, and placing
its components once again into the cart.
I asked what was going to happen to me next. Without a
scowl or even a nasty tone of voice, the manager simply
replied to me that they were done with me for now, and that
I could go back to my room. He then handed me my key.
I asked for my street clothes. Then he started to get
nasty with me.
"You're lucky that you're dressed at all! Get out of my
sight, slut! Take good care of those clothes, because
you'll need them tonight!"
"Oh, no!", I thought. Not again. Please, not again.
The manager shoved me toward the door. As I stumbled
that way, I bumped into the cart standing in the entryway.
As I did, a small drawer in its side fell out, and scattered
its contents across the floor.
There, laying amidst the clutter, was the camera! And
from the looks on their faces, I knew that it was the right
one!
"Stop him!", one of them shouted.
Before they could do a thing, I lifted my boot high into
the air and brought it down squarely on top of the camera.
The plastic lens housing crushed easily, and I saw film
spill forth as I ground my foot into the floor. I then
kicked at the film in order to be sure that it was all
exposed.
The three of them had stopped moving and just stared at
me for a moment. Then the manager shouted for them to grab
me before I took off. The bellman lunged toward me, but
before he was able to grab me I lashed out with my boot and
kicked his gonads into his adams apple. I grabbed the cart
and shoved it toward the woman, smashing her into the wall.
She hit her head against the light fixture and dropped to
the floor like a sack of flour.
"You can't get away, you know. Where are you going to
go dressed like that?!?", the manager asked me. He then
took a step toward me.
I had had more than enough from this asshole. I took
one step forward and hauled off with a right roundhouse to
his head. I connected, but he stood there for a moment,
almost frozen. Finally he crumpled to the floor. I didn't
spare a second glance at them, before I was out the door and
running down the hallway. I didn't think that I could kill
them even after what they had done to me, and I knew that if
I didn't kill them that they would be after me soon enough.
I rushed toward the elevator, and pushed the down
button. A moment later the doors opened and I jumped in.
The car was empty, other than myself, as I reached for the
button for my floor. I paused. "What if those three aren't
the only ones involved here at this hotel? What if others
are waiting for me even now?", I thought.
Not really knowing what I was doing, I pressed the
button for the lobby. The car started to descend. Hell, I
didn't even know what time it was as the car made its way
down. It finally opened on the lobby, luckily making no
stops in between. I ran out of the elevator, still dressed
in my full rubber outfit and hood. I rushed toward the
outside doors, still dark with the very early morning. As I
ran, the night clerk shouted for me to stop, and then
shouted for security when I didn't. Two burly looking apes
lumbered from around the counter headed my way.
I ran out the doors, with those two Neanderthals only
about fifty feet behind me. My luck held. A cabby was
idling outside of the hotel, and I plunged into the front
seat of his cab.
"Get me outta here, quick!", I shouted.
He turned to look at me, as I frantically locked the
passenger doors. Impassively he said, "Don't look like you
got any money in that there getup."
Shit! I couldn't believe what he was saying to me.
"Those two oafs! They're gonna kill me!", I shouted. The
two thugs were almost to the cab.
"No money, no ride.", he said in a bored tone of voice.
"I'll give you the best blowjob that you every had in
your whole damn life, if you GET ME OUTTA HERE NOW!", I
screamed!
That cab roared to life without another delay.
I was able to get a quick twenty bucks from the cabby in
exchange for a second bj. I had him take me to a sleazy
little motel, where even I wouldn't be too conspicuous in my
rubber costume. I went to my room after signing in and
receiving some very strange looks. After getting undressed
and showering for over an hour, I just passed out on the
bed. I must have slept for fourteen hours straight, because
when I awoke, it was once again night.
What was I going to do? Man, my face and ass ached! I
didn't have a dime to my name, nor a stitch of real
clothing. Those fucks back at Hotel Hell knew my name, my
address, everything about me. Even though they no longer
had the photos, I knew that they wouldn't stop with me
running loose. Not with what I knew. I was going to have
to hang low until I found a way to resolve this mess.
Mentally, I reviewed my information. I knew the hotel,
of course. I did not know the name of any of the
individuals involved, but I didn't think that that would be
much of a problem. I guessed that the man with the New
England accent was probably the ring leader of the group,
from the way he had commanded the room earlier. I knew that
he had just had a birthday, and I was sure that he must be
powerfully wealthy. He was going to be my ultimate target.
Somehow, I would strike back!
Well, I had found a way to earn money last night with
the cabby. If I was ever going to get out of this mess, I
knew that I would need lots of cash, and quick. I didn't
like the idea of doing it, but I just didn't see an
alternative. So I once again dressed in the outfit of the
Rubber Queen, and headed out into the night.
As I walked down the street, heads turned all around me.
I realized that I would need to get some street clothes
tomorrow, if I wanted to remain inconspicuous. I would keep
this outfit, though. The Queen and I had some dirty
business to attend to, and she would become my creature of
vengeance.
I passed a computer store as I walked into the night. I
stopped and turned around in order to gaze in the window at
the flickering monitors. Setting in the display window was
a small 486 notebook, and from the looks of it, a modem and
cellular phone were tucked into the case beside it.
Information! That would be a great tool to help me earn my
retribution! Without a second thought, I smashed the window
and grabbed up the machine and case. I ran down the street,
and ducked into a nearby alley. No sirens yet, but I wasn't
taking any chances. I got out of there quick and continued
my quest for cash.
After about an hour or so I was able to find my first
john. Not bad, considering the trashy neighborhood that I
was in. The entire time that I negotiated with him, my only
thoughts were of vengeance on my previous tormentors. I led
him off into the alleyway, and dropped to my knees. I took
his member quickly, knowing that I had a busy night ahead of
me. The guy didn't take much, and with no more that a few
flicks of my tongue, he shot his load into me. I was
surprised to find as he fired off streams of cum down my
throat, how sweet his seed actually was. In fact, after
thinking about it for a moment, I found that it was just
about as sweet as REVENGE.
THE END
Depending on how this piece is received, I may continue this
series. Let me know what you think.
Ciao for now,
Buzz /\/\/
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