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Anita\'s Sex Sacrifice

Part 11

                        Anita's Sex Sacrifice - Chapter 11

 

      The brothel security people made short work of Anita's assailant and sent him on his way with a warning that his type of behavior would not be tolerated here. The woman in charge of keeping her fresh and attractive while she was working busied herself giving Anita warm salt-water douches to remove whatever the young man had deposited in her cunt and asshole. Then she applied a fresh coating of rouge to Anita's swollen cunt lips and still erect nipples, finishing by repainting her lips with carmine that made them glisten and appear even fuller than they were. Then Anita was given another white garter belt to wear with black sheer stockings. Little did she realize that the brothel was charging her for not only the woman's time, at an outrageous rate, but also whatever she used, even down to the douching solution, not to mention the costumes she wore.

 

      By the time Anita was ready for her next "client", she was already fifteen minutes behind schedule. Since she worked double shifts, any overtime cut into her rest period and after sixteen hours of having vigorous sex with over twenty clients, some came in pairs; she needed to recover from the wear and tear on her plump sexy body. Little did she know that the brothel owner also had arranged for her to be featured at a private party that very evening, where she would have to take on upwards of a dozen randy young men who were celebrating the impending wedding of one of their number.

 

      At the end of the second shift, Anita had been inside that small cubicle for nearly seventeen hours and she was sore and exhausted. You can imagine how she reacted when she was informed that within an hour she was expected at a private party taking place in the brothel. The woman burst into tears, and for this dereliction of duty a pair of employees thrashed her soundly using rubber hoses wrapped in heavy cloth. They knew exactly where to hit her so it wouldn't show on her naked body, but unfortunately it made her cunt and tits quite sore.

 

      Promptly at two o'clock in the morning she was marched into a large, well-furnished room occupied by at least a dozen young men. She was stark naked except for a gold chain around her pooching belly that called attention to her fat-lipped cunt and her walnut sized clitoris which had been enlarged for most of the time she was working her two shifts and taking on man after man in her mouth, cunt and asshole. A few of the men made disparaging remarks about her body, claiming that they were being short-changed by a woman of her advanced age. However a much larger group dragged her over to a mattress set up in one corner of the room.

 

      It happened so quickly that Anita hardly offered any resistance to them. She was roughly thrown down and two men straddled her, one on her chest, trying to push his large cock into her mouth, and the other prying her plump thighs apart so he could wedge his fat prick into her sore, stretched cunt that had been used and abused all day and half the night. The cock in her cunt drove the air from her lungs and made her try to scream. Unfortunately the other had overcome her resistance and his hard length of cock was almost half-way down her throat already, cutting off her air and keeping her from making any noise.

 

      Quickly two lines formed, one at her head the other between her spread legs. For almost two hours she was screwed relentlessly by the gang of youths, even the ones who had insulted her at first. They were even more violent than the others, taking out their annoyance on her helpless body. All one could hear was the slap of flesh upon flesh, her grunts, their laughs and the squishing sounds that their cocks made as they pounded away inside her worn out cunt and down her convulsing throat. A stain formed on the mattress between her spread thighs and grew with time as more and more hot cum was pumped deep into her twat as she grunted and squirmed beneath her assailants.

 

      The brothel security people had to rescue her after her two hours were up, or the group might have fucked her to death. To add insult to injury, Anita was not given so much as a rupee for her efforts. Little did she know that this gang had paid the owner a handsome price, twenty-two thousand rupees, for the use of Anita. She would not know of this nor would she ever see any of that money for her troubles. She was considered nothing more than a cheap prostitute working off a debt and therefore had no rights to any money that was paid to the brothel owner for her services. Had she known that, she would never have entered into the devil's pact she made with the owner in order to protect her son. 

 

      Pradeep was still recovering from the terrible beating he received from the owner's men. Worse still for Anita, the boss was now letting Pradeep gamble again, using the money that his mother was earning as a prostitute. Anita would be horrified to discover that today, after her expenses had been deducted, she had earned no more than five thousand rupees, but even that pittance had already been lost by Pradeep's gambling, meaning she was further in debt since the interest on his debt was growing at something like five thousand rupees a day. Anita had been neatly trapped into sex slavery by her love for her son and his terrible weakness for gambling.

 

      After a fitful three hours of sleep, Anita was roused from her pallet and prepared for another nightmarish double shift as the brothel's star attraction. The owner had ordered her helper to give Anita a special cocktail consisting of a powerful sex stimulant mixed with a drug that would keep her wide awake for at least twelve hours.  She was like a wild woman, attacking her clients and begging them to use their big sex organs to fill her aching cunt. Filll it they did, over and over and over as she lay beneath them, pumping her hips to get the last inch of their cocks into her clasping cunt. As soon as they spent themselves, she was down sucking furiously to keep them hard so they could continue to pound her hot, wet, oozing hole that never seemed to be satisfied. More than one client heaved a sigh of relief when the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of their session.

 

      She begged for the men to open her tight asshole and make it easier for her to accommodate them at her backdoor. The thicker the cock, the more she wanted it spreading her tight rear entry to its limit. She had no shame, this wild woman. Once that piece of man meat had done its job in her asshole, she was on it like a cat, sucking furiously to get everything that had accumulated on that cock while it was buried in her dark fetid place. The men loved this kind of treatment, and soon word spread about this older prostitute with a plump curvy body featuring big tits, who fucked like a jungle animal, and would do anything for a big, hard cock plunging in and out of her tight asshole.

 

      Instructions went down to the woman responsible for keeping Anita fresh and attractive to keep her naked, make no attempt to use perfume to mask the scents that her body and those of her clients generated, and not to use any kind of cleansing procedure such as douching or toweling off the perspiration and dried cum that covered her bare body. The owner knew his business and what made his clients excited when it came to his prostitutes. The young ones were kept clean and fresh at all times.Their firm flesh was artfully presented by erotic underwear and proper cosmetics.

 

      In the case of Anita, everything was to be turned inside out or upside down. He wanted his clients to feel as if they were having sex with the local prostitute or the easy lay of the neighborhood, or perhaps their sister or even mother for that first forbidden time. Only this time it was they who were in command not the woman with her experience and knowledge of things sexual. There were the exceptions; those who were fixated on their mothers but lacked the courage to make the overture. These were steered to Anita. You can imagine the shock they experienced to face this plump older woman with big tits, a thick hairy bush guarding her cunt mouth, and the stink of sex emanating from her plump curvy body. It was she who was the aggressor and many a youth turned tail and fled from this little room frightened by the strange look on the wild woman's face.

 

      By early afternoon the little room containing Anita and her clients was more like a steam bath. Most of the men hardly noticed,  they were so busy being sucked and offered her holes to care too much about a little honest sweat as they broke the whore to their will. Anita on the other hand fell victim to dehydration and so she began to take gulps of the now warm water left there for her at the start of this session. This in turn began to stimulate her kidneys and then her bladder filled to the point that it impeded some of the positions she enjoyed while her insides were being pounded, pummeled and penetrated by the thick lengths of cock that never seemed to soften. Those observing Anita via the monitor were excited when they witnessed her shamelessly squatting over the chamberpot and pissing like a cow as her client played with his cock to keep it ready for her cunt once she was done emptying her bladder.

 

      It was inevitable that one of her clients would offer Anita money to watch her drink a portion of the chamber pot's contents. His offer was insultingly low, less than two hundred rupees for two swallows. Anita was not that desperate yet. She did however pay a penalty for turning down his offer; his hard cock moving between her asshole and mouth every few minutes as he took nearly the rest of the session before ejaculating all over her face, even managing to get some in her eyes, which stung. Those monitoring her session clapped delightedly at his efforts.

 

      Around an hour before the end of her first shift,  Anita's water supply was gone, and she was ravaged by thirst. Her last client quickly noticed her distress, and began to make plans to use it to his advantage. He mounted the sweating woman and began driving his thick, hard cock into her sore, swollen cunt with machine-like precision, pumping deep but never losing control. All the while he mauled her big soft tits until she winced from his touch. After perhaps ten minutes of steady pumping, he would rest, placing his entire weight upon Anita and giving her deep kisses with plenty of tongue. Despite her exhaustion, the sex stimulants were still working and so she would begin pushing her body up against his in hopes of getting him started once more. This worked twice and then he just kept her pinned to the bed, teasing her with his kisses, his hands roaming over her body, pinching and poking her sweaty flesh.

 

      Anita began begging him for more cock and he refused her. She began to sob and plead, her resistance falling rapidly. That was when he sprang the trap, telling her his bladder was full and it was too uncomfortable to continue fucking her under these conditions. She offered her chamber pot and he laughed, declaring that he wanted her to put his cock into her mouth and allow him to piss down her throat to relieve the pressure enough so that he could fuck her hard again.The poor benighted woman, totally spent and desperate to scratch the itch that the drug cocktail had induced, capitulated.

 

      This tape became a collector's item as soon as the observers realized what Anita was allowing her client to do to her. They sat in stunned silence and watched her gulp down his acrid offering that went on and on until Anita choked and a portion of it spilled onto her bed. To his credit, the man gave her exactly what she wanted, a hard, almost brutal pounding that brought her blood to a boil and sent her off on her first orgasm of this lengthy session that to her had seemed endless.

 

     

 

                  ( To be continued -  jethro jodhpur )


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