Final

Steve and Cole drug Cindy to a table, up close to the stage. Steve parked Cindy in a chair right next to himself. With all of the wild people in the club, for the first time, Cindy felt a little safer next to Steve.

"I'll get us a bottle," Cole said.

Not too much longer, Cole returned. Cindy had been watching wide-eyed at the nude girl onstage. She had never seen anything like that. Cindy kept nervously tugging down at the hem of her short dress, self-conscious of her naked sex beneath. Cole caught her off guard, tipping her chair back. Her legs flew wide apart, giving many a nice view of her bare, wispy-haired, twat. A bottle of harsh whiskey was pressed to her lips. She choked as the liquid burned down her throat. When Cole dropped the chair, Cindy fell forward, sputtering. Embarrassingly, everyone had a good laugh; Even the girl on stage. Cole leaned over her shoulder, cupping a naked breast under through the neck of her dress. She reached up to stop his hand, but Steve caught her wrists, holding them tight in her lap.

Cindy glanced to her left. A Biker guy was leaned back in his chair by the wall. His jeans were pulled partly down. There was a pretty, blonde haired, girl, kneeling at his feet. She was maybe 30, with hazel eyes, and full, but well-built, body. The girl was dressed in tight, white, short, shorts, a low-necked, red, blouse, and a black leather, biker jacket. On her feet where a shiny pair of bright red, 2 3/4 inch heels. What Cindy noticed was her head. It bobbed up and down in the biker's lap. His right hand was tangled in her long blonde hair. She was sucking his cock! The strange thing was; No one gave them a second thought.

'What kind of fucked up place is this?' Cindy thought. The girl met Cindy's gaze, staring back while sucked away the cock. Cindy saw the man's waist lift from the chair. He was obviously emptying his load into the woman's greedy mouth. Cindy quickly turned her head, back to the dancing, Mexican girl. When she glanced back, the blonde was strolling her way. She stopped, nodding down at Cindy.

"Blake, this is Cindy," Steve said, making introductions.

Blake leaned down, taking Cindy behind the head. Their lips met. Pushing her tongue into Cindy's lips, she gave her a long, wet, messy kiss. Much messier then Cindy expected, the kiss was warm, and full of a stranger's cum. She gagged, as the thick load filled her mouth. The girl pulled back, licking her lips, and laughing. Cindy coughed and spat, cum drooling down her shocked face.

"I love your introductions, Blake," Cole remarked.

"It appears your girl has never done that before," Blake questioned Steve.

"Well, she's here to learn, if you wish to teach her," Steve replied.

"Come," Blake said, taking Cindy's hand.

"No...No thanks," Cindy replied, still trying to wipe the taste from her mouth.

"Don't worry about her, Blake. The Slut likes it rough," Steve said.

"Ohh," Blake replied. She jerked Cindy, dragging her up towards the stage. "I said, come."

Cindy glanced back, again seeking help where there was none. Before long, she found herself on stage, by the empty pole, across from the Mexican Girl.

Blake gave a look to the other girl, exchanging some kind of hidden thoughts. The Mexican girl left the stage, to return later behind an unsuspecting, Cindy. Blake had taken Cindy's wrists, holding them upwards, pinning them to the pole above. The Mexican girl took a strong twine, quickly twirling it around the pole and Cindy's wrists. Cindy became trapped against the cold, metal, pole, wrists tied above her head.

Blake pulled Cindy's lips back to her own. Again Cindy tasted the flavor of a stranger's cum. While Blake forced the kiss to Cindy's mouth, from behind, the Mexican girl tugged down on the left side of Cindy's pink dress. A large, bare breast popped free. The crowd cheered, reminding Cindy that she was not alone, but being watched. She protested and squirmed, but her words were trapped beneath Blake's wet kiss. The thin strap of Cindy's top held fast. It served pull at the material bunched below her breasts, lifting it up and high. The Mexican captured the exposed breast, lapping it its nipple with her tongue. The nipple cared nothing of Cindy's protests, it grew stiff and hard. Cindy was not a lesbian. She never reserved any of those tendencies, but her nipples; They held no preference.

The Mexican left the one breast hanging. Dancing around behind the blonde wife, she ran her hands up and down Cindy's waist, pulling her harder back to the pole. At the same time, her fingers began to work the tight, material of the pink dress farther up Cindy's hips.

Blake released Cindy's lips, moving to the side, giving the audience a better view. Bending down, and lifting the one exposed, breast. She touched her lips to its sensitive tip.

"No! Stop! Stop!" Cindy yelled. Her words were drowned out by the crowd's cheers. Everyone was now paying attention to the show. Not one eye looked away. She could feel the heat of their lusting stares. Cindy felt her dress being tugged upwards, cool air moving up her thighs. "No! Don't...Don't do that," she squealed.

The girl behind Cindy kept sliding the dress farther up, all the way up to Cindy's lower belly. Soft hand began running over the smooth skin of Cindy's stomach. It made slow circular motions. With each circle, the delicate fingers slipped ever closer to the blonde curls of Cindy's soft, mound.

"No," Cindy stuttered when the fingers began to delve into the curls. She shifted her feet up and down, twisting her body away from the insistent fingers. The girls knew how to work a reluctant woman. Blake trapped Cindy's left ankle with a foot. The Mexican girl trapped the right. Together they drew Cindy's legs apart, exposing all of her treasure to the audience below. With her thighs separated just enough, the Mexican's fingers found Cindy's slit. "D...Don't," she whimpered, but the fingers paid no heed. Up and down they began to slide. The girl licked them clean, wetting the tips, before placing them back to Cindy's cunt. They slipped in more easily, parting the swelling folds to discover Cindy's yearning clit. Cindy fought harder. "No! Don't! Get...Get your hands....off!"

Blake, who was still running her own wet fingers over the erect tips of Cindy's left breast, began gently lapping at Cindy's ear. "You know you're hot for it, Slut,' Blake whispered, 'Just wait till you feel her tongue."

"No! I'm not a lesbian. Get her away, please. Stop. Don't do this," Cindy pleaded.

"She's being bad, Neva. What should we do?" Blake asked her friend.

Neva moved closer. Her naked breasts pressed against Cindy's bare arm. "Spank her pussy," The Mexican girl replied in Cindy's ear. Neva made an evil smile. Her hand came down, slapping Cindy's exposed cunt. Cindy cried out, again trying in vain to roll her hips away. Both girls kept her legs tightly spread. Blake was next, reaching down to get her own playful swat in. Back and forth the two girls went, each slap becoming harder, while Cindy squirmed and screamed.

Neva reached down and used her fingers to spread the petals of Cindy's flower. "Get her clit," she told Blake. Blake's strike landed right over Cindy's clitoris. Cindy's face turned almost white with pain. She would have crumpled to the floor if not for her wrists being tied above.

"Your turn," Blake told Neva. Neva delivered a crushing blow. The slap resounded throughout the space. Cindy almost passed out from the pain. "You ready for some relief, Slut?" Blake asked.

"Yes...Please...Please, stop," Cindy pleaded.

Blake nodded at Neva. The girl smiled and dropped to her knees before Cindy. Placing her hands on each of Cindy's thighs, Neva opened Cindy up, and drove her face into the woman's tender, swollen cunt.

"What? Ugh?" Cindy stuttered. She was shocked by both the girl's actions and the sweet pleasure of the warm mouth. "No...No..." Cindy repeated, trying to deny her own feelings. Her sex was sore, swollen, and red. It even itched. The soft, wet tongue was such a relief. Then Blake's mouth came down on her one exposed breasts; Another tongue teasing her flesh. Humiliated, Cindy looked over the room. Lusting eyes stared back. "No. No." she repeated, closing her eyes, praying for the humiliation to cease. Instead, the closing of her eyes only made it worse. Her mind could then only concentrate on the teasing, tongues working at her flesh. Cindy tossed her head, unable to control the twitching of her hips. 'Damn. I can't let them see me cum. I can't. I can't live with that,' she told herself.

It got worse. Cindy felt the other side of her dress jerked. Her right breast fell free, held up by the thin strap, as her other was. The mouth left one wet, spit-slathered, tit to move to the new one. A long, moist finger was pushed into her heated cunt, followed by that probing tongue. The sensations became too much for Cindy. Unable to hold back, she came, squirting over the Mexican girl's whole hand. It frightened Cindy. She had never cum like that. She thought that maybe she had peed, but the liquid was thicker and clear. She heard the crowd erupt. Cindy's face turned red. She just wanted to hide away.

Neva stood. She took Cindy's face in her hands and forced a wet kiss to her lips. The taste and aroma of her own flesh assaulted her senses. When the girl released Cindy's face, the aroma was still there. It stuck to her face. She could not shake it.

Cindy's ordeal was far from over. A man was stepping up to the stage. He wore filthy biker, jeans, and a black leather, vest. She watched him kick away his boots, and strip off the jeans. The man was large; Over 6 foot. Beneath the vest was a dark, hairy, chest. Tattoos covered his thick, arms. With long, black, hair and scraggly, beard, the man was the quintessential, Biker. Between his meaty thighs, sprouting from a tangled mass of course hair, was an 8 inch cock; Thick around as a soda can. It was already hard, and growing harder.

Neva took Cindy's right knee. She lifted it up and back, showing the biker Cindy's wet, swollen sex. Offering it up, like a some prize. The man's shaft rose and twitched at the sight. He pushed against Cindy's body. She felt his cock drip along her inner thigh. Holding her face, he licked it from cheek to eye.

"Mmm, tastes like pussy. I think I'll have some," he sneered.

His body shifted. The thick shaft stabbed into Cindy's cunt. As her mouth opened to scream, the Biker kissed her open lips. Its force slammed the back of her head to the hard pole. His breath was foul and pungent. She choked on its taste. The thick rod painfully stretched her sex. His thrusts slammed her back to the pole behind. The girls laughed in her ear. Blake's hand still massaged her hardened nipples. Cindy heard the calls from the crowd:

"Fuck her, Man!"

"Feed that Hot Slut some meat!"

"Give it to the Whore!"

"What's the matter, Mamma? Can't take a real cock!"

The man's large hands mauled her breasts. His hot, stinky, breath never left her face. Her back was being bruised by the pole at her back. The rape was brutal, and rough, and fast. The only good thing was the speed. He came quickly, flooding her cunt with seed. When he pulled from her open sex, Neva left Cindy's knee up, allowing everyone to view the cum dripping from her abused twat.

It still was not over for Cindy.

"Gang Bang!" someone yelled.

Cindy was swiftly released from the pole. Somehow, she was naked, save her high heels, and tossed face down over a wobbly, table. Someone shoved a squirt bottle of mustard up her ass and squeezed. It burned her tender ring. "Let me have at that ass," someone said. A hard cock; Someone's cock, drove straight into her burning ring. They began to fuck her ass, jostling the wooden table across the room. It was stopped by a man's thighs, as he stepped to the table. He pulled her face up by the hair, and thrust a hard cock into her mouth.

"I love mustard on my sandwich," the man fucking her remarked.

After both men filled her with cum, Cindy was flipped back over. Her head was drawn back, off one end of the table. Another man held her face. His cock filled her mouth. The angle allowed his shaft to penetrate her throat. His hands moved to her neck, where he could feel his shaft moving beneath. Cindy's nose flared. Through her nostrils was the only way she could breath. Another cock entered her cunt. Once those cocks moved away, cunts were presented to her face. Several women Cindy was forced to service, experiencing her first, but not last, taste of a woman's pussy.

Cindy lost count of the cum that she either swallowed, or was dumped into her ass or cunt. Once or twice she caught Steve. He was there, always smiling, capturing videos and pics with his phone.

Later on, Cindy was picked up again. Her tits were slammed down over Steve and Cole's table. While someone fucked her again, she saw Steve. He had a laptop on the table, furiously typing away at its keys. Steve pivoted the screen towards Cindy.

"Look, you're being sold," he announced.

Cindy saw herself on the screen. There were various windows of her. Each one showed her in a new position of sex. Texts scrolled down at the bottom of the page. Each one called her filthy names, some were followed by dollar figures.

"How much are you worth, Cindy?" Steve questioned. He pointed to one of the dollar figures; "I don't think you'll ever be worth more than $15,000," he said.

Cindy was both stunned, shocked, and horrified. She recalled the tales of them selling the other victim; Stephanie, they had called her; The Librarian Dog Whore.

"25,000??' Steve read in astonishment, 'Sold!"

"Noo!" Cindy yelled, as she watched Steve pressed; 'Send'. The man fucking her came. The scene played in slow motion before her eyes.

Cindy would never get that picture out of her head. It followed her nightmares for years.

What nightmares they were.