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Billy the Experiment

Part 8

PART 8

	I don't know how long they left me there in the dark and dirty closet. 
It felt like hours.  The entire time I could feel my own prick throbbing
underneath my bound body.  I had been so intent on pleasuring the  Indian man
that I had failed to take notice of my own need for release, but as in the
apartment of the Dog-Lady, I could tell that no matter how hard I wanted to
explode, I would get no release until my tongue touched the worn leather of
Rashi's sneakers.

	I could hear them walking about in the front of the store.  I heard
customers come and go, and occasionally they would speak in their language, no
doubt about me and what to do with me.  Twice I heard someone at the door to my
makeshift prison, but whether Rashi or the man, I did not know.  I just whined
into my gag, nosing at the crack under the door, hoping that it was her, and her
feet.

	Finally I heard the lock sliding back.  I waited expectantly as the door
opened and was disappointed to find the man standing there.  I hung my head to
the floor and moaned as he grabbed me and pulled me from the closet.  There was
another man there, and a woman as well whom I recognized from the register on
other days.  The night shift I presumed, and I wondered what they had planned
for me now.  The changing of the guard?  Would the night crew become my new
captors now, or would the first man try to take me home?  I had promised to be
his slave...to do anything, but I had not gotten to Rashi's feet yet.  Still, he
had made no promises.

	The woman giggled as the man drug me to the center of the back room. 
They were speaking in their language again, standing about me in a small circle
but I did not care.  I was busy looking for Rashi.  The first man saw my
apparent lack of interest in them and reached down to slap me.  I gave him my
attention.

	"I've decided to take you up on your offer.  You will be our slave now. 
You will scrub and dust and do whatever we say.  You will sleep in that closet,
and if you do good, you will be fed.  You will service us, and any we say.  Do
you understand?"

	I nodded, trembling in fear and burning with embarrassment.  I looked up
at my three captors and saw no mercy in their faces.  The woman was licking her
lips in anticipation.  My dick was pulsing underneath me.

	"I've had my turn..." said the first man, "and Jonni is a bit shy.  But
Pasha wants to try out your tongue."  He chuckled, and he and Jonni turned
towards the door to leave.  "Do good or we will beat the shit out of
you...slave."  They left, shutting the door to the back room behind them.  I
looked up at Pasha.

	She circled me, smiling, but I could tell she was a bit nervous.  She
was cute, a younger version of Rashi with jet-black hair and no glasses.  I
recognized her, though I had never known her name, and I knew she recognized me
as she was the woman usually at the register when I stopped in after work.  I
moaned into my gag as she knelt in front of me, folding her legs beneath her.

	She grabbed my hair and raised my head.  I whined and she slapped me. 
She seemed to like this, and liked hearing me whimper as she slapped me several
more times, grinning widely all the while.  She let my head fall to the floor
and laughed as I moaned into my gag.

	"You scared Rashi with all your crazy talk, slave-boy.  Not me.  You
don't scare me.  You were begging to be her slave, she said.  You wanted to kiss
her feet..." she sat back on her ass and slid her feet into my face, pressing
against my nose with the soles of her sneakers.  "Well, here's mine.  Kiss
them!"

	I tried to comply, and rubbed my gag against her dirty Nikes.  I
whimpered, getting no pleasure, and I guess she was disappointed as well as she
kicked me in the forehead.

	"Stupid slave!" she spat.  "Can't you do anything right?"

	"Mmmmnnn..." I said, and she leaned forward and ripped the gag from my
mouth, laughing anew at my moans.

	"Try again!  Lick!" she said, thrusting her feet at my face, and I did.

	I licked for all I was worth, enjoying the smell of the worn leather and
nylon and the slight odor of her feet underneath.  She was cleaner than the man,
I could tell, but at the time, I did not really care.  All I wanted was the
taste of her shoes on my tongue.  All I craved was the act of debasing myself
for this woman, and to do whatever she asked, hoping that she would want more. 
I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me...

	We came together.  My tongue grazed the soft, uncovered flesh of her
ankle, which seemed to make her explode in orgasm.  I don't know if it was the
control and power that she had over me, or if she could feel my tongue caressing
her feet through the material of her shoe, but she screamed in excitement.  Her
scream of ecstasy was like pulling a trigger to me and my cock exploded as well. 
I was humping the floor as seemingly gallons of semen filled my under wear.  I
became dizzy, gasping for breath as she pushed her foot against my mouth,
stretching and rocking back.  She slammed against the wall behind her and
something fell about us, shattering on the cement floor.

	I looked up at Pasha and saw her lying back, breathing hard.  I saw her
fingers lax in her pants and understood why she had orgasmed so violently.  The
men came bursting into the back room then and laughed to see us both spent and
wasted on the dirty floor.  We must have been quite a sight, she rubbing her
crotch with her feet pressed up and pushing against my face.

	The first man said something to Pasha that caused the other man to laugh
again, then they both grabbed an arm and helped her to her feet.  They stepped
over me, dragging her to another door and she stepped right on my back as they
passed, moaning in erotic bliss.  I saw that the other room was a bathroom, but
I did not really care at that point.  My mind had suddenly cleared and I was
afraid.  My lust for licking feet was gone.  I wanted out.

	I looked around my makeshift cell: the back room of the deli.  There
seemed to be sharp things everywhere; scissors and knives and box cutters, all
safely away and out of my reach on the shelves about the room.  I moaned in
frustration, rolling about in my bonds, trying to claw at the knots.  I winced
as something dug into my side.

	There was broken glass on the floor, and I remembered something breaking
as Pasha slammed against the wall earlier.  Something must have fallen.  I was
lucky that whatever it was had not shattered on my head, and luckier still that
I was now lying in broken glass.  I groped around, trying to find a piece that I
might use to cut myself free.

	I heard water running in the bathroom, heard them talking and laughing. 
The men were no doubt teasing Pasha for her outburst, as I heard her whining for
them to stop in her nasal twang.  I did not know how much time I had before they
returned, wanting more from me.  I could feel sweat, and blood, coating the
glass and making it hard to hold.  I sawed on the packing twine for all I was
worth, pulling with all my might.

	Suddenly the cord snapped and I found my hands free again.  I sighed,
wanted to cheer, but I had no time.  I spun about and started to rip the twine
from my ankles, eventually cutting it away as the knots proved too tight.  I
jumped to my feet as I heard someone yell out.  I ignored him.

	I ran through the door out into the store and saw Rashi look up from her
book in shock.  She was still sitting behind the counter, apparently oblivious
of my oral rape and captivity in the back room just a few feet away from her
stool.  Or else she just did not care.  She screamed though as I ran past, and I
tried not to look at her.  I had no idea what the sight of her feet might do to
my new resolve.

	I heard the men shouting as I pushed out the swinging door and into the
street, not even breaking stride as I ran up the street to the left, away from
my apartment.  I had no idea if they knew where I lived beyond in the general
area, and I had no desire for them to find out.  I was not in great shape, but I
was far skinnier than both of the Indian men, and apparently in better condition
as I quickly outdistanced them.  I continued running though for several blocks,
ignoring everyone until I thought it was safe to loop around and slow down.

	I was breathing hard and my hand was pulsing in pain as I cautiously
approached my apartment almost an hour after my escape.  I could see the deli on
the corner about one hundred feet away, but I did not see any of the workers,
and thankfully, no police.  Hopefully they would stay silent.  I knew I was
going to, and I would never darken their doorway again.  Hell, I would have to
take a new route home from work now, and find a new deli I liked.  I sighed,
leaning against the wall exhausted and hung my head in shame...

	What had I done?  What was happening to me?

	I stared down at the huge wet stain on the front of my jeans and sighed
again.  I made my way into the building, ignoring the doorman's greeting and
rushing to my apartment before anything else happened to me.  I just wanted to
hide...



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